#Spaulding Drive

[archiveofaffinities]

Ed Ruscha, Installation view of The Back of Hollywood, 1976 -1977, Wilshire Boulevard near Spaulding Drive, Los Angeles, California, 1977

[thatweirdbitchjax]

Muti slasher with an child reader headcannons request

The slasher learns about the fact their child is growing a part from them cuz of their murdering. The child has shown that they feel feel force to

plz

OK! I'm gonna choose the characters randomly through wheel and do a few of them. And I am so sorry it took me so long to get done with this.

Characters: v.sinclair, b.sinclair, c.spaulding, art, d.sawyer, b.sawyer

Warnings: teen!reader, slasherchild!reader, mentions of murder, mentions of manipulation, teen!reader runs away, theft, underage drinking, possible underage driving, drinking and driving, underage smoking, drug use, underage drug use, gn!reader, suicide mention, angst

Runaway

V.SINCLAIR

He doesn't exactly like it either, but what Bo says goes

He tried to sypathize with you, but the further you pushed yourself away, the harder he found to communicate with you

He tried taking you downstairs to his "art studio" once so y'all could spend time together but he chose a bad time to do so as Bo came downstairs carrying a dead body which sent you into a frenzy

You locked yourself in your room and cried most of the night while Vincent, silently, went off on Bo

After awhile Vincent walked upstairs to your room to apologize, just to see you not there and the window wide open

He also noticed tons of empty beer bottles and medicine containers

He runs over to the window and notices your getting into his truck and quickly rushes out after you

By the time he makes his way downstairs, you've already drove off and almost out of town

He is absolutely crushed

His darling child ran off, and it's all his twins fault

He's gonna get Lester to go looking for you, and he his going off even worse on Bo now

Bo actually feels bad now, although he is calling you a little priss, he does feel bad for scaring his brothers child away

So now Bo is looking for you too

Needless to say, they find you eventually on the side of the road throwing up

They take you home, however you start staying with Lester on the outskirts of town so you are less likely to encounter victims or the bodies of victims

B.SINCLAIR

He doesn't care

He does, but he doesn't

He loves you, but no child of his is going to be a little priss

He eventually tries manipulating you into killing people

^Like he done with Vincent

He tries talking to you about how proud he'll be of you, how proud uncle Vince will be of you, how proud Grandma will be of you

And eventually he wears you down, getting you to agree to kill

However, what he doesn't realize, is he also drove you into drug use and abuse

He only figured this out when he noticed three bottles of liquor gone from the freezer

It was a pretty rough night

A mother and her daughter had found their way into town and instead of going out himself, Bo sent you

He handed you the shotgun and sent you on your way

Well, you killed the mom, but couldn't kill the little girl (not like he would make you kill a child) so you instead took her to your dad's (Bo's) truck and told her to sit there

Anyways, at first, not thinking you would do such a thing, he asked Vincent and Lester, receiving the same answers from both of them

"I ain't seen no liquor in a while."

After a while of thinking he had drunk it and forgot, he heard a thud upstairs, in your room

The thump was followed by a small "Ow" and some giggles

He slowly made it up the steps, calling out for you

He goes to push the door open, but he hears a truck start outside

He rushes out just to see you in the front seat of his truck with a little girl in the passenger seat

You pulled out of the driveway and handed the little girl one of his liquor bottles to throw at him

And throw she did, it landed directly between his eyes, knocking him out on contact

You had stolen his wallet before leaving, so it's safe to say, you're not coming back

C. SPAULDING

He doesn't even really kill unless he's like protecting his family, himself, or his gas station

He doesn't mind you not wanting to be around the violence and won't go out of his way to shield you from it, but he'll place his hand or arm across your eyes if your close enough

Overall, possibly the best parent

ART

Definitely mimes empathy then (silently) laughs in your face

Makes sure you see so much gore it's a bit much even for the gore enjoyers

Once snatched a still beating heart out of someones chest and shoved it into your mouth, forcing you to eat it

The worst parent if you don't like killing

And you aren't running away either, he and (I'ma refer to her as ghost girl) will find you no matter where you try to go

And don't even think about killing yourself, Ghost Girl will just reincarnate you

D.SAWYER

*eats you*

I'm just kidding, but seriously?

You are in a family of cannibals, but you hate violence?

I imagine since he doesn't really like it either, he'll just keep you at the gas station with him when Nubbins, Bubba, and/or Chop-Top are killing people

He tries to be more sympathetic with you, but gives up eventually and hits you with his broom until you stop crying or Bubba runs him off

Don't get me wrong, Bubba is scared of him, but he will push him away from you or fuck something up else where to get Drayton off your back a little bit

Leave it to uncle Bubba to take a beating for you

Nubbins also tries to help sometimes by spitting at Drayton and getting him to chase him, but it doesn't really work half as much as it does with Bubba as Nubbins just runs off and hides while Bubba actually takes the beating

Chop Top doesn't really care but if he does see it getting excessive, he will throw something at Drayton and run

Once again, not as much of a relief as Bubba's unless Bubba rushes in, picks you up and hides you from him

B.SAWYER

100% the most caring one

He tries to shield you from it, can and will go out of his way to shield you from it

^A few victims have gotten away because of that

He kinda feels like if you're around it long enough then you'll get used to it (desensitized to it like he is)

He tried testing the theory once, but after witnessing you go through a panic attack so bad he was scared he almost killed you, he never done it again

He definitely shields you from Drayton too

He makes sure to send you into the field of sunflowers when he knows that they are gonna kill people that night

That ended after a victim tried to kidnap you tho, so now you are sent to your room with a pair of headphones and Chop-Tops records

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Otis B Driftwood x Fem!Reader || Drabble

Plot: ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* The stars align and you manage to convince your Otis to (*cough* exploit your Otis into) going on a market date with you. 🌺🌻🌼🌹 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Warnings: Otis is a lil mean, but still actually really nice by his standards XD Allusions to a blow job at the end.

You see the colourful stalls and all the people as you pass by, and flowers and fruits and the promise of peaches and lavender soap, and immediately turn to Otis in the back of the truck. A little smile slips across your lips like running water, imagining what it would be like if Otis would come with you to the market. If he would let you hold his hand down the aisles, smell the handmade candles you picked out, carry your apples. Even if he didn't do any of those things, and just stood behind you like your vicious 6 foot tall pit bull- He'd be so pretty in perfect daylight. Could you possibly convince him?...

"Hell no." Otis laughs, cruelly, before you even said anything. Immediately you pout, poking your bottom lip out like a begging puppy.

"C'mon!.. "

His eyes were still laughing, shaking his head. "Never gonna happen, sweetheart. Never."

You give a huff. It was a very, very long shot. "Fine." Pursing your lips, you give thought for a moment. You still wanna go, though, it looks fun!... Maybe Baby would come? Then an idea hit you. You smothered the sly smirk that tempted your lips. "... I'll just ask Foxy then- "

Otis gives you a scathing, bloody, nasty look at that. Cranky. He knows exactly what you're doing, even in the face of your big innocent eyes and your clean nose (He knows you're a little bitch, sometimes. He might be the only one, who knows.). And knows you actually will invite his dumbass little brother. And Foxy will go. "... Fuck you, if anyone's going to this fucking market with you, its me."

A beam spreads across your face, holding his big scary hand in your lap. "Yay!" Otis groans.

And up front, driving the truck and witness to all this, Spaulding gives a chuckle. Mutters 'whipped'. Luckily Otis doesnt hear it though, because you're thanking him and telling him how much fun he's going to have !, and he's busy rolling his eyes.

~

As soon as Daddy Spaulding drops you off, leaving you with some money and advice to be back on this curb in 2 hours if you want a ride back home (Or to the place y'all are currently rotting away in), you link your fingers through Otis' and guide him gentle into the crowd. First thing you go for is drinks; its Spring air is still pretty icy in the mornings, and maybe Otis doesnt feel cold- but you do. And you want something warm to hold other then your cold-blooded boyfriend.

You're sweet and polite, a deep contrast to Otis' scowl and 'i'll stab you' eyes behind you, and get yourself a (Insert your favourite warm drink), and Otis a black coffee. Black as his soul, if he still has one (You're not sure.).

He drinks it all in a few gulps, boiling, and doesnt flinch at all despite how red his throat and chest get and the steam that comes barrelling out of his mouth after he chucks the cup on the ground. Like a fire-breathing dragon.

"Hot." You tell him, teasing with a smirk, before turning and leading him further into the market. To the stalls.

For an hour and a half, you peruse silently; only chit-chatting happily with sellers, while Otis stands back looking around, advertently ensuring you both get plenty of space with his satanist glare, attached to you by the hand that you never let go of once. Mostly because you want to be holding his hand, its strong and calloused and fits perfect around yours, but also maybe 20 percent because you fear if you let him go, he'll kill someone for looking at him wrong. And you have to help him pretend he's not a heinous psycho.

You smell candles of lemon and vanilla, and soaps of pomegranate & cream, chew on and suck straws filled with different flavours of honey (Strawberry, blueberry, chocolate. "Otis chews a straw himself when you hand it to him, an almost peaceful look on his face when the honey spreads over his tongue. "You wanna try?" you ask Otis, offering him a few straws to pick from. He grunts, and leans down to smother your lips with his; tasting directly off your pink tongue.), pick out a punnet of blueberries and a few banana's that look straight out of a cartoon.

Finally, Otis needs a break. While you're looking over perfumes, he tightens his grip on your palm, and leans into your ear from behind. "Come on." He just says, and you nod silently, following him through the stalls this time- until you get to a quiet spot behind the park bathrooms.

~

Happily, tiredly, you draw your arms up over his shoulders and around his neck. His big hands clutch at your hips, drawing you even closer. Chest-to-chest. "... you've been so nice." You whisper, leaning up to give him a sweet kiss on the lips. A thank you.

"Heh... yeah, you're gonna haveta do better then that." He mutters, darkly, and you smirk. You nod.

"I know." Leaning up, you give him another kiss; a deeper one, with tongue. And he's so pent up from acting so good, and calm, he immediately presses you against the wall behind you; crushes your body with his and the cold bricks against your back. Takes a deep, rough breath through his nose so it'll last. "... I will."

"How about now."

Its not a question, its a demand. Would you expect any different from him?

Usually you don't like to do anything where people could catch you- not killing, not stealing, not drugging, not sex. You're the only one in the family with no criminal record. But oh, he's been so good today... and he is so pretty in the daylight... you cant help yourself.

With your eyes on his, reminding him you made this decision (Though, he definitely knows. He knows you.), you lower yourself to your knees. The plush grass is soft, and the zipper on his jeans is sharp. He sets his arms against the brick wall you were previously pressed against by him, his muscles flexing with his half-hard cock. "Good fucken girl."

You can still hear the market sounds on the other side of the toilet building, the excited chattering and the laughter and footsteps. "Maybe you'll have to go on dates with me more often if you want this kinda treatment. Huh, Otis?"

Shakes his head and rolls his eyes. But you catch the grin on his mouth. "Shut up and suck, Y/N. Fuck."

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1971 Dodge Hemi Super Bee

The Ultimate Muscle Car of its Time

When it comes to legendary American muscle cars, the 1971 Dodge Hemi Super Bee stands out as an iconic symbol of power, speed, and style. Despite the challenges faced by the performance era during that time, this rare gem emerged as one of the most exceptional vehicles of its generation. In this article, we delve into the remarkable features and unique attributes that make the 1971 Dodge Hemi Super Bee a prized possession for muscle car enthusiasts.

Rarity and Authenticity

In the realm of automotive rarities, the 1971 Dodge Hemi Super Bee holds a special place. Among the limited production numbers, this particular model is one of only nine factory 4-speed Hemi Super Bees manufactured in 1971. What further adds to its allure is the fact that it was sold new through Mr. Norm’s Grand Spaulding Dodge franchise in Chicago. Documentation is key to verifying its authenticity, and this Super Bee comes with an extensive array of records, including the window sticker, invoice, retail order form, Bill of Sale, shipping document, and record envelope. This comprehensive documentation adds an extra layer of credibility to the vehicle’s rich history.

1971 Dodge Hemi Super Bee

Unparalleled Options and Performance

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Engine and Transmission

At the heart of this Super Bee lies the mighty matching-numbers 426 Hemi V-8 engine. Equipped with dual 4-barrel carburetors and hemispherical cylinder heads, this powerplant delivers raw power and exhilarating acceleration. What sets Chrysler apart from its competitors is its unwavering commitment to performance, as evidenced by the unchanged 10.25 compression, forged internals, and the adoption of a hydraulic camshaft. Paired with the A34 Super Track Pak, which includes the 18-spline Hemi A833 4-speed manual transmission and a 4.10-geared Sure-Grip Dana 60 differential, this Super Bee offers an unrivaled driving experience.

1971 Dodge Hemi Super Bee

Braking and Cooling

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1971 Dodge Hemi Super Bee

1971 Dodge Hemi Super Bee

Inside the cabin, the Super Bee offers a comfortable and stylish environment. The black vinyl bench seat interior provides a classic and timeless look, while the Hurst Pistol Grip shifter adds a touch of sportiness. The car is also equipped with a pushbutton Multi-Plex AM/FM radio, a Rallye dash cluster with a tachometer, and woodgrain-style trim, all contributing to an enhanced driving experience.

Wheels and Tires

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Conclusion

In the realm of American muscle cars, the 1971 Dodge Hemi Super Bee holds a special place. Its rarity, authenticity, and exceptional performance make it a highly sought-after collector’s item. As the only year that the ‘Bee was built on the Charger platform, this Super Bee stands as a testament to Dodge’s commitment to creating top-of-the-line vehicles that capture the spirit of the muscle car era. Whether you’re a die-hard enthusiast or simply appreciate automotive excellence, the 1971 Dodge Hemi Super Bee is a masterpiece that continues to inspire and captivate generations of car enthusiasts.

[msookyspooky]

Slashers/Slasher Protag's doing the 'First to Roll Their Window up Loses' Challenge:

Near Dark = ND

The Lost Boys = TLB

Near Dark, Firefly Family, The Lost Boys, Scream 1996 + Mickey, House of Wax

Never participates and probably pulls their hat down/hides their face/sinks in their seat:

Billy Loomis, BO SINCLAIR, Otis Driftwood, Dwayne TLB, Jesse Hooker, GALE WEATHERS

Fails at songs with a bunch of sex noises and TMI lyrics like anything by CupcaKKe or Ding Dong Song by Günther:

Vincent Sinclair, Sidney Prescott, Paul TLB, Star TLB, Mae ND, Randy Meeks, DEWEY RILEY

Fails at cringe meme songs like 'What does the Fox say?' or 'skibidi toilet':

Foxy Coltrane, DAVID TLB, Homer ND, Tatum Riley, Diamondback ND, Bo Sinclair (If he participated)

Fails at Girly Pop/Hyperpop like Barbie Girl by Aqua or Oops I did it again type of songs:

Micheal TLB, Caleb ND, Billy Loomis (If he participated)

NEVER fails. Looks people dead in the eyes when they drive by:

BABY FIREFLY, Stu Macher, SEVEREN, Marko TLB, Lester Sinclair, Mickey Alteri,

Captain Spaulding (He complains tho)

[whooambouttamakeanameformyself]

Howdy! I'm here to give you some Rufus Firefly fluff! I love the 6'10" bear man and I think we need some fluff. Enjoy :)

(Gn reader.)

A first date and new feelings.

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It was Captain Spaulding that introduced you to Rufus "RJ" Firefly. (You'd been working for Spaulding for a while and he simply decided you needed a friend... or more.)

Rufus is a very large and quiet man, very intimidating the first time you met him if you were being honest. However, once you got to know him you realized that he was really nice! He didn't talk much but he loved to listen to you talk about your interests.

As you two got to know each other more he found himself excitedly waiting for the next time he'd go to Captain Spaulding's to see you. When he'd visit You'd spend your whole break chatting with Rufus, talking about the music you liked and showing him a few of the sketches you'd done (him insisting he keep the ones you were going to throw away), in turn listening to him talk about his dog Brutus and his family. He always kept talk about his family very brief, happy to talk more about his dog or the cars he tinkered with.

~~~~~~~~~~

One cool evening as you were getting off work, getting ready do head home, you were stopped in the parking lot by Rufus. "Howdy, Y/N. I was wonderin' if you'd like to ride the backroads with me tonight?" He flashed you a nervous smile, clearly worried he might've come on too strong.

You think for a second before nodding. "Sure! Let me just put my beer in my truck." You smiled softly, quickly unlocking your truck, putting your beer in the floorboards on the passenger side before closing and locking your truck.

You returned to Rufus who was now standing beside his pickup truck. "You ready?" He asked, fishing the keys out of his pocket. You nodded, hopping in the passenger seat of his truck, watching the giant man you'd grown to adore get behind the wheel.

~~~~~~~~~~

Driving down those back roads, music blasting, the windows down... it was magical. Such a simple thing, but it made you feel so free. After about an hour of driving Rufus pulls off the road and into an empty field, turning off the truck before getting out. You followed him out of the truck, standing beside him, leaning against the hood. Both of you were quiet, nothing really needed to be said, the two of you spent what felt like forever looking up at the stars. You look up at Rufus, still able to see his silhouette in the darkness, he seemed so content out here, no loud fighting or screaming, just the sounds of the wind, the cicadas, and the crickets. You move to wrap your arms around his torso, hugging him lightly. You could feel him tense up, not use to people touching him, but relaxing once he realized you weren't trying to hurt him. You felt him wrap his arms around you, hearing his heart beat speeding up.

~~~~~~~~~~

You and Rufus ended up back in the cab of the truck, getting ready to head back to Spaulding's so you could head home. Neither of you wanted this night to end.

He put the key into the ignition but stopped, glancing over at you...

You looked perfect....

The pale moonlight illuminated you, giving you an almost heavenly glow.

Without thinking he reached over, gently grabbing your chin, turning you to look at him. You gave him a slightly confused look, but you weren't left confused for long because the next thing you knew his lips were on yours. His lips locked with yours like perfect puzzle pieces, the kiss causing the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy.

The kiss deepened quickly.

His free arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, the hand on your chin moving yo hold the back of your head.

You found your own hands tangling themselves in his long dark hair, gently tugging at it, earning a few soft noises from him.

~~~~~~~~~~

The make-out session left you both breathless and love drunk.

Tired too.

You checked your watch and to your shock it was 3 am. "Damn, is it really 3am?" You asked, letting out a soft yawn. "Do ya want me to take ya home?" Rufus asked, looking at you sadly. He would have offered to take you back to his house but he knew just how bad his family could be to outsiders.

Then he got an idea.

He got out of the truck, going around to the passenger side. With a little bit of a struggle you both managed to settle into a good position. Him in the passenger seat and you on his lap, his arms around you, holding you protectively. That's how you both fell asleep.

Surprisingly the first good sleep you both got in a very long time.

~~~~~~~~~~

You were the first to wake up, your eyes landing on Rufus's sleeping face. He was extremely handsome. Then your watch beeped causing you to look at it.

Shit.

Almost 1 pm... definitely late for work.

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Hope this was okay! I really want to do more Rufus content but I wanted to start with some fluff before I get into the more violent murdery stuff lol.

[never-not-ever]

I’m taking my Nana on some errands right now. We’re at the cemetery where my Aunts buried and I guess my Nana is paying and making sure things are in order for when she passes away. And it’s like all she talks about lately. And I’m driving and quiet as usual while she goes on and on and on. Which is fine with me. I don’t mind listening but I hate when the conversation lately is all about death and negative shit.

She’s been going to Spaulding rehab for physical therapy for her back. Anytime I see her after she has an appointment all she talks about is all the people she supposedly sees there. Amputees, children… etc and she’ll always say “how can you complain when you see others worse off than you”. She’s not specifically asking me, more so a statement.

“They all love to hear me talk” referring to the staff at Spaulding. And she’ll laugh. “When I’m there I tell them ‘I don’t want to talk about what’s wrong I want to talk about other stuff’”. And it’s like lately the more she opens her mouth, the more I realize I got so many underlying core beliefs from growing up with her. “Why focus on the bad, leave it in the past and move on”. So basically I’ve learned to not talk about what’s bothering you (ignore) and talk about other stuff (distraction).

I had some revelation in the last couple weeks where she said something and I was like “ohhh that makes sense why I think this way” but I can’t for the life of me remember it.

I guess in the end I’m left with feeling guilty for how irritated I still get with her when she’s clearly getting older and having more health issues (minor, but still) pop up.

Like she said how she was telling her doctors how she’s been having issues with balance, how this past year whenever she’s walking she feels like she’s drunk. Her hearing is shit and I’ve mentioned to her maybe having to get a hearing aid, like her brother who’s a couple years older than her has them. But she says supposedly it’s allergies and that her ears are blocked which doesn’t make sense to me. I mean I’m not a doctor so who knows. I think I’m getting frustrated cause she’ll acknowledge her death by always talking about “things me and my cousin need to know about for when she dies” and now this cemetery stuff but when it comes to physical decline she doesn’t want to admit that it could be old age?

“Uncle Richard said ‘Ma, should be more like you’”. Every story someone is always complimenting her or saying “so and so” should be more like her. I just don’t get it. Does she not know how she sounds? There’s not a story she doesn’t tell that doesn’t involve how knowledgeable she is or someone complimenting her.

I put this in my drafts and now we’re at Home Depot. She went inside and I stayed in the car and I bet my life that she’ll come out with a story of how amazing she is.

I just can’t.

[mosneakers]

Robin: It's nothing crazy, Erwin. Don't look at me like that! Erwin: Like what? I'm just a little worried about you. Robin: Why? I'm fine! Just listen. So anyway... I continued monitoring M.I.RA.'s private messages, and of course, they reached out to him. Turns out, he actually was willing to give the address out...for the right price. Apparently simoleons talk. Who knew?

Erwin: ...So you and M.I.R.A. are the only ones who have the address now? Robin: Nope. No ones does. Yet.

Erwin grasps Robin's shoulders and playfully shakes them. Erwin: What do you mean, woman?!

Robin: Well, they began discussing a meeting place to pass over the address, which would be placed on a flash drive. He didn't want to say it over the internet. I knew that if M.I.R.A. got it, there'd be a chance we'd never find out. So... I did what any rational sim would do. I made a fake account and intercepted their messages, offering the OP a higher amount for the address. He agreed. Sorry M.I.R.A.

Erwin: [Uneasy chuckle]

Robin: It was all going according to plan. He gave me a time and a place. 5:00 AM. A white dresser, top drawer, next to a blue dumpster in the Strangerville Plaza Trailer Park. Easy enough. I was in Windenburg, but I had my wand and a good charge, so I could get there almost instantly. And so I did. Early. I had time to kill. And that's where things went wrong. Erwin: Oh mod...

Robin: I found myself at the M.I.R.A. headquarters. AKA Sydney Spaulding's home. Apparently she lives with her parents. I found that out the hard way when looking through one of her curtains. I figured her house had to have something interesting to discover, and I might've gotten a little over-zealous...

Erwin's eyes widen in disbelief.

Robin: But my research was cut short when apparently a mechanic at the auto repair shop spotted me and called the police. They got to me and confiscated my wand before I was able to escape. And now I'm here. And the address is still there, in that dumpster. [Eyes glisten with excitement]

...And we have to go get it!

[selfhatedcaffinated]

A couple days ago I had this really strange dream.

I dreamed that I was in the movie 'House of 1000 corpses'. The only bits I can remember was when I was stuck in Dr Satan's clinic. But Dr Satan didn't look like Dr satan.

For reference this is what Dr satan looks like.⬆️⬆️⬆️

But in my dream he looked more like the villain in 'My Bloody Valentine'. ⬆️⬆️My brain just told me it was Dr satan.

Another bit I remember from this dream is when I managed to escape somehow and I hopped into this black van to get away. All of a sudden, Captain Spaulding appeared out of nowhere in front of the car and screamed at me "BITCH YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!!!!" and I screamed back at him "THAT DOESN'T MEAN I CAN'T RUN YOU OVER YOU SICK FUCK!!!!"

And then I woke up.

Also for anyone wondering this is what Captain Spaulding looks like.

The weird thing is that I haven't even see the movie, just the Dead Meat kill count of it 😂😂😂😂

[the-loveliest-lotus]

Kloktober 2023 - Day 18: Inspired by a Metal Song

I have no idea *why* this visual popped into my head while I was driving and listening to Touch Myself by the Genitorturers... But it did and now you all get to visualize it too.

Featuring a shared dream between Vater Orlaag and my OC Lucy. Part of this is eventually going to find its way into The Wicker Man, though it is likely going to be longer and more explicit there (and without the Devil's Rejects Captain Spaulding reference at the end.)

WARNING: NSFW and Monster Fxcking Ahead. Enjoy ;)

Everything was a foggy haze. Long limbs walked through a strange abyss, searching for something that he couldn’t remember. The sound of a hiss, and then a sudden pain in his leg that made him wince and cry out. And then, bliss. Numbness. Everything became a damp haze, euphoric and sensitized. His limbs were heavy and he could barely keep himself upright.

Clawed hands were on his calves, moving upward, the claws biting into his skin as they moved, the pain mingling with the euphoria in the most delicious way possible. Some dim part of his mind realized that his clothes were gone. A sudden feeling of warmth had him crying out and moaning into the abyss, and his hand drifted sluggishly toward the head that was currently resting between his legs. He felt his knees buckle, but then suddenly he was being held up by something strong. An arm? No, there was no real joint to it, and arms didn’t wrap around quite like that. A taloned hand reached down and felt scales, and it pulled him out of the haze just enough to look down at what was happening to him.

Her hair was moving in his hands, and he dimly realized that it was alive, small tongues coming out to taste the air and taste him. He met her eyes, beautiful blue slitted eyes that looked back up at him as though she wanted to swallow him whole. His body was frozen, unable to do anything but allow her to continue, though the thought of doing anything else in this moment was enough to make him feel an ache that threatened to split him in half. The euphoria was Divine, and she was using her split tongue up and down his hard length as her snakelike tail constricted slightly around his chest making air that much harder to breathe. Her rainbow scales were iridescent, glittering in this strange foggy haze that they were in, and his broken moans filled the air.

In the abyss, as he climaxed, memories long lost flooded to him, as though she had cut through some haze that had been placed over him by an outside force. Vater woke up, sweating and with a wet spot in his pants. He didn’t even care to notice and he grabbed his book of shadows, turning to the dream section and writing everything down furiously, starting with the memories that had returned to him at the climax that were already starting to fade, as though that thick haze were coming back to plague him.

In Mordhaus, Lucy woke up in a sweat with a start. Dick woke up at her yelp and looked at her, concerned. “You have another nightmare, kitten?”

She looked over at him, trying to figure out how to explain being a snake woman blowing the mysterious energy that kept appearing in her dreams and nightmares. “Eh, 50/50.”

[kiera-mallett]

Running for Sharla: Bryan Mallett’s Mission-Fueled Marathon

What drives a person to run 26.2 miles? For Bryan Mallett, it started as a way to relieve simple stress by running around his hometown of Lynnfield, MA. But what began as a coping mechanism soon turned into a passion. With two half marathons and one full marathon under his belt, Bryan Mallett was focused on conquering the Boston Marathon not only for himself, but for Sharla. 

Bryan grabbed his running bib days before the marathon

Sharla Sieve, his mother's best friend, passed away from colon cancer in December 2022. In the time since, Bryan, his family, Sharla’s family, and their close friends have dedicated themselves to raising awareness and funding for her legacy project: Sharla’s Liver Pump Foundation. The foundation that was created by her youngest daughter, Olivia, provides funding for liver pumps in the Boston area, allowing colon cancer patients to receive treatment locally instead of traveling to New York City every other week.

Sharla and her daughter Olivia

Thanks to overwhelming support, Bryan exceeded his $10,000 fundraising goal for Massachusetts General Hospital, earning him a spot in the marathon. On race day, he wasn’t nervous—instead, he was fully present, ready to soak in every moment and honor Sharla with each step.

Brayn’s running shoes for race day

On the sunny 60-degree morning of April 21st,  Bryan, his family, and three of Sharla’s children got on the road at 8 a.m. to Hopkinton to drop him off at the starting line. “It didn't really hit me yet, so I wasn't really that nervous. I was distracted by the long drive and being three hours away from even starting. It caused me to get lost in everything that was going on around me,” Bryan said. 

Bryan began the race at a steady 8-minute pace, running the first ten miles alongside his friend and former Endicott College classmate, Sophie Spaulding. The two ran together until Bryan pulled ahead, knowing that mile 10 would bring something special: their families were waiting in Natick. “I initially thought my family would be at mile nine, so when I saw them, it was more of a sense of relief. It was just that I had run that run so many times on my training that it felt like a whole different course come race day,” Bryan said. 

That moment gave him a rush of motivation. Seeing his family and friends cheering reminded him of his purpose and reignited his determination. “I was feeling good after I saw my family, but I knew these next couple of miles were crucial to feel good. There were still 16 miles to get through at this point, so in my mind I was pushing through the next five to get through the halfway point,” Bryan said. 

Bryan's supporters await his arrival in Natick

But every race has its challenges. Around mile 19, Bryan stepped on an empty water cup, causing him to slip slightly and tear a part of his calf. The pain was intense, but he knew the hardest stretch, Heartbreak Hill, still lay ahead. “When I got to mile 16, I was on pace, I knew I had to get through the mile because it is the hardest 5k span in the US. After this happened, my mindset shifted to just finishing this and not worrying about your time. This is all for Sharla, and I have come too far to throw this all away,” Bryan said. 

Bryan, after his injury, continues to stay strong

Despite the setback, Bryan pressed on. Every step toward the finish line reminded him of the commitment he made to Sharla and the lives the foundation could touch. He could not give up now.

And he didn’t.

Even with pain and self-doubt creeping in, Bryan did what so many only dream of: he crossed the finish line of the Boston Marathon.

Although he finished thirty minutes later than his goal time, Bryan was proud. Completing the marathon on a torn calf was no walk in the park. At the finish line, both his and Sharla’s families were there, full of joy, pride, and unwavering support. He crossed with a time of 4 hours and 3 minutes, a time many runners would be thrilled to achieve under perfect conditions, let alone with an injury.

Bryan with his sister are assisting him into the car

After the race, Bryan returned home to celebrate with his closest friends and a spread of all his favorite foods, a much-deserved reward for months of hard work and an unforgettable accomplishment.

Bryan with two of Sharla's kids, Olivia and Ben, after the marathon, celebrating

Bryan's marathon journey was about far more than running 26.2 miles. It was a testament to love, perseverance, and purpose. Through the ups and downs, from moments of joy to moments of pain, he never lost sight of why he was running. For Sharla, for awareness, and for a future where cancer patients get the care they need closer to home. His story is one of quiet courage, powerful dedication, and the kind of heart that inspires others to keep moving forward, one step at a time.

[writer59january13]

Hooray for Captain Spaulding...

though he played only a cameo role helping me secure corrective eyewear I sport

mucho gratitude to all parties involved

including the missus, cuz she needed to shuttle me to and from hither and yon, wherever I needed to go,

cuz entire bill paid (including thorough examinations and lenses - the frames repurposed

from one used many moons ago) courtesy AETNA Medicare Advantra

in tandem with superb

ocular optometrist Doctor Paul Halpern, that would be an unpaid for plug touting outstanding kickass knowhow insync with his offbeat good humor without making a spectacle of himself.

Many insightful revolutionary breakthroughs linkedin to gamut of intelligent people, whose exhaustive mental, physical and spiritual efforts witnessed visually impaired (shortsightedness affected wordsmith since he entered second grade at Eagleville Elementary School circa approximately mid nineteen sixties) and anticipated him being called mildly derogatory name four eyes, thus withheld donning glasses

at the expense of lackluster marks

for that half year, cuz parents moved to 324 Level Road initially R(oute) D(elivery) until Donald Neilson (if memory serves me more correctly than spelling of his surname, and "The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do" by Fiona Apple),

and yesterday November 12th, 2024

happily, proudly, and zealously wears glasses

to see the webbed wide world crystal clear. Post cataract surgery, about couple months after consultation at Kremer Eye Center

and finally came to figurative juncture

whereat (drum roll please...) prescription adjusted eyeglasses now sit squarely on my button nose - as long as I hold them there with a finger until cosmetic surgeon affixes a bump on the bridge of said nose

analogous to the song titled I can see clearly now the rain is gone I can see all obstacles in my way

(courtesy Johnny Nash, who raked in quite a bit of cash)

to drive our 2020 Hyundai Elantra after dark shadows slink and slither along the edge of night encompassing an ever widening berth, where the outer limits

meld with swathes of the twilight zone.

[lboogie1906]

C.Payne Lucas (September 14, 1933 - September 15, 2018) was born in Spring Hope, North Carolina, and grew up in a family of sixteen. Given the many children for whom his parents had to provide, he found himself working at a very young age as a cotton picker and shoe shiner. In public school in Spring Hope, he excelled in drama and public speaking. He successfully ran a town-wide voter registration drive in Spring Hope, he was a junior at Spaulding High School.

He brought these talents with him to the University of Maryland, Eastern Shore, where he received a BA in History. He enlisted in the Air Force during his sophomore year at Maryland to serve for four years. He enrolled at American University and earned an MA in Government.

He volunteered first for the DNC and decided to join the Peace Corps. He served as assistant country director of Togo, country director of Niger, director of the Africa Affairs, and the director of the returned volunteers. He left the Peace Corps to help found Africare.

He concentrated his efforts in helping alleviate the severe droughts of West Africa. With seventeen American volunteers led by his co-founder William O. Kirker, they began their work on providing water projects to drought-stricken villages. Africare began to expand to other areas, including food, health, and the environment. In the twenty-first century, they began to work on micro-enterprise business as well as HIV/AIDS and other emergency aid.

He was commended by numerous US presidents and two dozen African leaders. He was the recipient of the 1984 Presidential End Hunger Award from President Ronald Reagan. The Congressional Black Caucus praised his efforts to end hunger and poverty on a global scale. President George W. Bush appointed him to serve on the board of directors of the Africa Development Fund.

Hecontinues to write and speak on foreign aid to Africa, the challenges of African economic development, and international affairs. He testifies about Africa before House and Senate subcommittees in his efforts to continue helping the continent as he has done his entire life. He was a member of Sigma Pi Phi fraternity. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #sigmapiphi

[theloniousbach]

TWO SETS IN A ROW AT MEZZROW’S, 6 JUNE 2024

THE 3D JAZZ TRIO (Sheree Maricle, Janice Warren, Amy Shook), 9 pm

DABIN RYU with Joe Martin and Johnathan Blake, 10:30 pm

DABIN RYU ended her spiky energetic set with Oscar Peterson’s Cakewalk. Joe Martin and Johnathan Blake (good to see his precision and energy again) swung hard. Ryu did too, no frills and bluesy with both hands. Her most distinctive move was to play at least a chorus with just her right hand with some slight (not annoying) vocalizing. She had lots going on in the treble clef and her left hand, when it came in, did more than simple comping. But the Peterson was pure power. Dorham’s Epitaph was poignantly beautiful, so she can play a ballad. Her originals had an edge rather like those mid/late 1960s Blue Note albums that pushed the boundaries so creatively. Moon, for example, began gently but had a free breakdown too before the band came in to take up the intricacies. Besides Peterson, she covered Junior Mance, another indication of her influences.

I had thought of Peterson and even Art Tatum as I listened to Janice Warren’s hard driving piano with the 3D JAZZ TRIO. The D stands for Divas and Warren, drummer Sheree Maricle (also an aggressive player), and bassist Amy Shook are worthy players and educators. Their gig was more straight ahead than Ryu’s, in part because they are 25 or so years older. No originals. The opener was a standard, probably I Thought About You but with a heavy bluesy swing. Next was, I thought, a Jobim but it felt more Latin and Shook remarked that Warren went to Havana and was connected with that music scene. They did pop songs—Nat King Cole’s L-O-V-E but also Dolly Parton’s 9 to 5 which was, in fact, not that pop-py but a proper jazz vehicle. If Ryu’s Peterson was a closing statement, they romped through Jimmy Smith’s Back at the Chicken Shack to the same hard swinging bluesy effect. Shook stayed right with her kick ass bandmates, but I was struck also by how clever and harmonically subtle her bass lines were.

I organized my listening so that I could write an essay about women musicians. I do make a point to listen for the new contributions by players whom I wouldn’t have heard when I was coming up. But I rarely write about them as women jazz musicians. In the interviews around the premiere of Artemis, leader Renee Rosnes recalled a Joe Henderson gig she was on with, oh probably, Teri Lynne Carrington and a bass player I can’t figure out (Esperanza Spaulding and Linda May Han Oh were teenagers when Henderson died) and all the NYTimes could write about was that the rhythm section were women. No, we were players, just players, and someday that’s how she wants to be seen. I try to honor Rosnes’ wishes in these essays.

[ultimatefartwizard]

THANK YOU. As someone who's super into ornithology it drives me UP THE WALL with people misappropriating calls for entirely unrelated birds. What makes it worse is that they are using specifically a Red-Tailed Hawk screech; a bird who's call is already misappropriated heavily to be used as a screech for a Bald Eagle. This is due to American media finding the natural call of a Bald Eagle "not majestic enough" and needing to replace it, which has caused a big issue with everyone constantly misidentifying the screech as that of an eagle. Bald Eagles in specific sound more akin to a seagull.

Red Tail Hawk:

Bald Eagle:

As you can see, they're nothing alike! It makes me even more mad because now you have a situation which plays like this: The audience hears the cries of a Red-Tailed hawk, which everyone thinks their calls are that of a Bald Eagle, being played on top of an owl.

Weird right? It's like a game of telephone here all to cut costs.

Here's some actual sounds of different owls that could have been used, while I'm not sure what exact species Nightshade is, anything is better than a REDTAILED HAWK SCREECH Here's a few candidates I feel would have been much better! I try to keep in the Strigidae family as that's what Nightshade seems to be generally (being an eared owl after all) but I will look at Tytonidae too:

Northern Hawk Owl, specifically the juvenile calls:

Great Horned Owl, specifically the "food begging" sounds of young:

Flammulated Owl, one variant of their calls:

(North) Western Screech owl, one variant of their calls:

(North) Eastern Screech owl, one variant of their songs:

And to top it off, if they want an even more shrill screech that's been long associated with a sign of death and doom, I give you The American Barn Owl's screeching call! :

This is only one small set of owl calls and songs, primarily north American ones, there's a ton of owls they have in their arsenal world wide they could use.

Okay, it may be just me nitpicking, but goddamn I'm so tired if stock hawk sound in all shows that involve birds. Just watched ES season 2 and was reminded of this.

Nightshade is an owl. AN OWL CARL! The animal known to be the silent hunter. Why do they have to yell so loud that Decepticons will hear them miles away?

(Also this was my problem with Raven from Teen Titans. Like, yeah, the show is good, but for the love of god make ravens sound like ravens)

[mobstersandlobsters]

Movie reviews!

House of 1000 Corpses - 100% Rob Zombie's baby through and through for creative range in cinema, but it just wasn't fully perfected yet in my opinion which you can almost feel the movie dragging through in the end for me personally (that and a limited budget), but still totally bonkers with some truly great scenes (particularly the scene where captain spaulding gives them a tour of albert fish, Doctor Satan, etc.) and shows one of my favorite loving psycho clowns Captain Spaulding and definitely worth watching with a group of friends for some scares (and also fun fact for a while and still now maybe I believe, they have some House of 1000 Corpses setups for Halloween that you could visit for scares as well), 7/10 movie for me overall, good, but not great in my opinion (bumped it up 1 point especially due to how creative the characters/settings were in this).

Devil's Rejects - LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this movie ..Did I also mention I love this movie? This in my opinion is really a perfect example of Rob Zombies creativity (although some of his scenes seem eeriely similar to movies like Texas Chainsaw Massacre like they did in House of 1000 Corpses sprinkled a little bit throughout), ultimately this movie really blew me back in terms of writing, acting, and pace with dialogue/action and just an overall great and entertaining/exciting movie and I rewatch this movie a lot and highly recommend it (3 from hell is garbage though I'm sorry, and I also have Devil's Rejects on DVD because why not), overall solid 8/10 movie for me subjectively (and 10/10 with 100% bias lol).

Texas Chainsaw - Speaking of Texas Chainsaw..this movie is the epitome of great cinematography that makes you feel as if you are there even decades and decades later, watching with a terrifying setting and great writing that depicts a feeling of utter terror with an entertaining twist, ultimately fulfilling, what you would want out of an edgy horror flick for it's time (1978 I believe), 10/10 movie subjectively for me.

Texas Chainsaw 2 - Good actors, setting was definitely kind of cool, overall not my cup of tea personally but I can see how some people would like it. I would subjectively give this movie a 6.5 out of 10, not great, not bad either.

Nightmare On Elm Street - Totally creative out of the box character with a sense of psycho charm and a set of great actors, when I first watched this I loved it and really truly enjoyed this movie and would recommend this for anyone wanting to watch their first horror movie as a teen, overall 9/10 film (can't think of any flaws but that's what I would rate it).

Freddy VS Jason - I don't have to say anything other than the fact that the final battle is beyond epic and I would rate this an 8.5/10 (just a badass movie when I watched it from what I can remember).

The Stepfather - Solid movie about your everyday psychopath (particularly Terry O' Quinn) with good casting, setting and writing. Overall 7/10, not too shabby and a fun and crazy watch, I believe The Stepfather was much better off without sequels and as a stand alone classic horror-esque thriller movie.

The Stepfather 2 - Although the casting was excellent (particularly Terry O' Quinn and Meg Foster), the writing felt rushed and jumbled, although some of the action scenes with the ending wedding scene and the stepfather driving around like crazy in the junkyard I believe left some excitement and fun, it fell short with corny lines such as "daddy's home!" and obvious kills that go against the original character's intellect and cunning abilities, so overall a 6/10 with great actors but a horrible and dense plot line.

The Stepfather 3 - In my opinion a horrible movie all around (although the sequels are still better than The Stepfather remakes in my opinion), the acting is almost hard to believe how bad it is, while the writing was actually decent in my opinion, overall I believe if they had better actors in this (like getting Terry O' Quinn if he was available or another talented actor) it may have worked, but alas, I find this movie to be around a 4.5/10, almost watchable but not really if you pay attention to the acting (and the ridiculous scene where the man falls and hurts himself...from a childs wheelchair that barely hits him), I digress.

Terrifier - I was actually disappointed in this movie (although Terrifier 2 left me shook and also even more disappointed not even watching Terrifier 3), I loved the throwback theme the movie portrayed with the beginning especially and the clown was scary as well as entertaining for me, but where it fell short was in execution/ending, I personally believe the girl that looks like the character in Scream (the main girl with the black hair) I believe if the movie at least kept that girl as well as her sister in the background possibly (the black haired girl's friend dies, but she wasn't much of a main character anyway although she was entertaining), but I truly believe if they kept the main girl and possibly her sister (although the disfigurement was gnarly and part of the gore), I honestly feel like if they kept those girls in the background for a sequel to get revenge or some sort of plot line where they try to figure out/stop the clown it would have been very interesting to watch, but alas, 7/10 but wouldn't probably watch again but who knows.

Lastly I have:

The New Daughter - Tempted to rate this a 0/10 but instead I will rate it a 6/10 to where it had solid potential to be a decent movie with some of the cast and the beginning of the movie/story, but the ending was so horribly memorable, I will forever curse Kevin Costner for even thinking this was a good idea lol (but that's just my opinion).

Besides the movies I have listed I also have some hidden gems such as: Halloween (1978), Stalked By My Doctor, The Deliberate Stranger, Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile (although it's technically not a horror movie it is terrifying at how it is a true story and how easily we can be deceived and hurt), and lastly I would also add Halloween 2 and H20 for kicks as well as parts 1 and 2 of Friday The 13th.