#but at the end of the day st is a long horror movie

[mulderscully]

i have no horse in the kid ships on st bc i don’t care but i have to say, i do think that it makes more narrative sense at this point for el and mike to break up and for them to explore mike and will’s relationship. not even because i ship anything but just bc as el has so much trauma, she has been through so much and i feel like she just needs to learn to be a kid without a boyfriend and she needs therapy and to be with her dad again. 

and will needs to stop being sidelined and i think having his sexuality explored and his feelings for mike maybe being reciprocated would be very refreshing instead of having mike react poorly or something. i see so many people on twitter talking about mike and eleven having to get married and have kids and it’s like. they’re kids. and i love me some childhood friends to lovers and who knows who will end up with who but i think leaving it open ended on both ends while el and will promise not to let a boy get between them would be the most realistic and best writing choice? i dunno. 

i feel like this is true for all the ships ngl. i personally ship nancy and jonathan and i think their relationship is far better written than steve and nancy’s (though i love steve as much as the next tumblrina!) but them breaking up is like. it happens? 

[motherofdragonflies]

The Elevator Game: A Choose Your Own Adventure Fic

Written by: @motherofdragonflies / bexgowen

Art by: @xfancyfranart

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 95,000

Tags/Warnings: Major Character Death, Choose Your Own Adventure Style, Psychological Horror, Canon Divergent, Post 15x03, Case Fic

Summary: 

The game is simple.

Get in an elevator, alone, and follow the rules. If you follow them correctly, the elevator will rise and when the doors open, they will open onto a world that is not your own.

When his brother goes missing after investigating the death of a teenage girl in a hotel in St. Louis, Dean Winchester is dismayed to discover it involved an internet legend called “the Elevator Game”.

He’s even more dismayed when Castiel—who walked away weeks ago and hasn’t been returning Dean’s calls—shows up, also looking for Sam.

Dean doesn’t want to work with Castiel, and Castiel doesn’t seem thrilled about working with him, either. Can they put their differences aside when  they discover that Sam disappeared after playing the Elevator Game? Will Dean and Castiel play the elevator game and travel to the Other World themselves? Will they find Sam before it's too late? 

The choice, dear reader, is yours. You are in control of the story.

But choose wisely, for once you play the Elevator Game, things may never be the same again.

Excerpt:

“Where did Ali hear about the game?” Sam’s voice asked. 

“She, uh, she loved scary stuff. Horror movies, urban legends, that kinda thing. I think she found it on reddit, in one of those scary story subreddits? I don’t know, I don’t…I don’t like that kind of thing. But, um, she was always talking about wanting to try it but you need a tall building and we’d never been anywhere anyway tall enough until…”

“Until that night. Did you tell the police?”

Lilah scoffed. “I told them. They didn’t believe me.”

“Lilah…what do you think happened?”

“I... I think…I think it worked.”

The audio file ended, and Dean sorted through the rest of the papers from the envelope Lilah had given him. The first page was a print out from a true crime subreddit: Dean recognised it as one that Sam checked constantly. His brother had highlighted a post on the page, one consisting of a single line that was posted four days after Alison and the others had disappeared:

Ali Bleaker played the elevator game.

Frowning, Dean turned to the next page and found that it was an article from a website called “The Ghost In My Machine”, titled “The Most Dangerous Games: The Elevator Game Revisited.”

Dean snorted at the title but read on:

"Some people know it as ‘Elevator To Another World’. For others, it’s the ‘Elevator to Hell’... But no matter the name, this peculiar…game, I suppose—although there’s nothing playful about it—it always said to have the same outcome, as long as you follow its rules to a T: By riding an elevator alone, visiting a handful of floors in a particular order as you go, you can transport yourself to another world entirely."

Dean stared at the words on the page.

Another world.

“Jesus, Sam, tell me you didn’t.”

Once upon a time, Dean might have dismissed the claim of ‘another world’ as something out of a science fiction story. But having visited several other worlds, Dean knew that alternate realities, multiverses—whatever you wanted to call them— were real. He doubted that something as simple as riding an elevator could take you to another world, but the idea wasn’t as far-fetched as he once would have believed it to be.

Snatching up his computer, Dean quickly pulled up the phone tracking site that he’d bookmarked and searched for the location of Sam’s phone. 

He was not at all surprised when the map showed Sam’s phone was at The Millennium Hotel, where Alison Bleaker had died.

Going up at @deancashorrorfest this October!

[shewhowantsmouseears]

magic mafia morgana scene

As promised, here's some silliness with the above idea inspired by this concept!

Ever since Drake Mallard had decided to take up the cape and become a real crime-fighter, every day had come with new surprises and challenges – and somehow, someway, he’d overcome each one of them. Sometimes he’d lose a few feathers or suffer a major concussion along the way, but now he wore these bruises as medals of honor knowing his beloved city was safe. Tonight was no exception – several of his feathers had been singed from flames because of literally blowing up this week’s villainous plan, but he couldn’t help but grin proudly as he watched the smoke rise into the sky, twirling his gas gun around his fingers.

It would have felt slightly better if said villain wasn’t howling in anger and agony, falling to her knees, and clutching her hair as she watched her plans go up in actual smoke.  Dang, she was even pretty when she was upset! Morgana MaCawber, head of the MaCawber family that had been threatening local businesses if they didn’t enter her magical protection racket, was unable to do anything but watch as the fire ate away at the magical supplies her gang had been about to unleash on the city. Gosalyn and Launchpad were in the sky, using the Thunderquack to douse the fire before it became uncontrollable.

“Well, Miss Macawber,” Darkwing said after trying to come up with a fire-based pun, “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, when you’re committing crimes in St. Canard, always expect them to be bust…ed. Hm. That didn’t quite work out.” Okay, he was still new at quips, give him time. He shook his head and began to walk towards Morgana. They were alone on the rooftop, with a perfect view of the city, and in his opinion, a perfect view of her lovely face, illuminated by the flames. It was a shame such a knock-out had been trying to knock him out all night. Boy, her eyes were really green… FOCUS. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, and are ready to peacefully surrender. I’m sure the good folks in the police bureau will ease your sentence if you-”

“YOU.”

Morgana’s normally sultry voice had changed into something demonic and dark – it almost made Darkwing drop his gas gun, and he emitted a tiny squeak. “Me?”

“YOU…” Her entire body began to tremble with fury, her hands curling up and allowing Darwking to focus on how her fingernails started to resemble claws. “YOU… RUINED… EVERYTHING!”

“W-well, that was the idea, yes…” His confidence began to falter. This hadn’t been part of the plan – she was supposed to cry into his masculine chest, ask for forgiveness, and he’d run a hand through that silky looking hair and assure her he’d wait for her prison sentence to end, and then romantic music would swell in the background, credits roll.

Instead of becoming a dainty wounded princess, she began to rise to her feet (boy, she was SUPER tall too, homina homina homina) her breathing become harder and harder. “Do you have any idea… how LONG this took to plan?! How many years have I sunk into this? All this time, this money, this effort, and it’s all... GONE! EVERYTHING I WORKED FOR IS GONE! AND IT’S ALL… IT’S ALL…” She tilted her head back toward him, vaguely reminding him of a horror movie he’d seen as a kid. “BECAUSE… OF… YOU.”

“So we agree, I stopped you.” He let out a nervous little laugh. Funny, he’d wanted those emerald eyes gazing into his own earlier, but not quite like this. He tried to swallow down his fear and rationalize the situation – he had the gas gun, and while her body was (very) nice to look at, she was no threat to him physically. She was slim, slinky, and had the figure of a runway model, and HOO BOY he was going to lose his train of thought at this rate. The point was, she was defenseless, so he had no reason to be afraid of her. He aimed the gun at her, his resolve strengthened. “Now it’s time to come along quietly, Miss Morgana, and I’ll hand you over to the police. There’s nothing more you can do!”

The second he finished that sentence, the gas gun was blown out of his hands. He blinked three times in rapid succession as he tried to understand what had just happened. Morgana had been pointing at his hand – no, it was more accurate to say it was using finger guns at him… to be even MORE accurate, there were several glowing orbs of light around her hands, and she’d just fired one of them off at his hand, like a magical bullet. No, like nothing – that HAD been a magical bullet.

He clicked his tongue. “Spoke a bit too early, didn’t I?” His knowledge about magic and the arcane was extremely limited, given how he hadn’t believed in it until he met the McDuck family and their merry band of insanity. But maybe he should have guessed that anyone who dabbled in magical products was probably some kind of magical being themselves. “I knew you were enchanting, but I didn’t think you’d fit another description for it.” He made an attempt to grab the gas gun but she fired off another shot, and with a not-as-heroic whelp, he began to run.

“YOU THINK I’LL GO DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT?!” She screamed at him, firing off several rounds from her smoking fingertips.

“I WAS KIND OF HOPING?” Darkwing shouted right back, trying to run through his vast tv trivia to find any ideas of how to save his skin and stop this sorceress. The only thing keeping him from being blasted from mullets was that her anger was making her aim off-kilter. He’d need to back off and rethink, which was why he took a valiant leap off of the rooftop to land on the next one… but she had the same idea, and the chase wasn’t stopped.

Gosalyn had been recording on her phone, hoping to use Darkwing’s victories as viral videos to boost his popularity (and her own, let’s be real) when the light of the magical bullets caught her eye. She glanced over and gasped at the scene unfolding, tugging on Launchpad’s arm. “Launchpad! Darkwing’s in trouble!”

“So are we!” Down below on the surface, the rest of Morgana’s mafia had finally caught up to the chaos and were firing their own “shots” toward the plane. The plane would survive, but its speed was vastly hampered, even as he tried pulling away as hard as he could. “I don’t know if we’ll make to him in time!”

“We have to try! She’s got him cornered!” Abandoning the phone, she placed herself up against the glass of the plane, watching in fright as Darkwing was backing away from Morgana, with no other safe places to jump to. Launchpad yanked on the throttle, steering the plane towards his friend, but…

Morgana was no longer running like a madwoman. Now that he had no place left to run, her steps were slow and meticulous, her hands spread out and glowing in a sickly yellow fashion. “No matter I do… you keep besting me.” She growled, sharp fangs bared. “No matter how hard I kick you down, you keep getting back up. No matter what corner I turn, you’re always there. You insufferable… pompous…arrogant…”

With each step she took towards him, Darkwing tried to lean an inch back, but when he nearly lost his hat, he knew escape was impossible. Sweat trickled down his face as she came closer and closer – funny, he thought, he’d worried about sweaty palms when he first met her.

“You’re relentless! You’re aggravating! You’re… you’re…” The glow from her hands vanished, and she grabbed him by the lapels of his costume -

“Darkwing!” Gosalyn and Launchpad cried out in horrified unison –

And then she kissed him.

Perhaps that was too gentle a word, because there was nothing soft and sweet about that smooch. It was a deep, all-consuming embrace that would have been the dictionary definition of passion, mashing her beak right into Darkwing – who, for the record, had gone frozen solid. It was a long one, too, which allowed the audience of Gosalyn and Launchpad to stare for several long seconds in stunned silence.

Launchpad broke the ice first with a well-meaning “Awww.”

Gosalyn wasn’t so cheerful. “What.”

It went on, and on, and on, and on, and just as Gosalyn was going to ask when they were coming up for air, Morgana pulled back and pulled Darkwing into her chest, holding so tightly that she nearly choked him. The furor in her voice had been abruptly switched out for gooey, giddy glee as she began to ramble in Italian. “Amore! Tesoro! Cara mia!”

“Those are Italian pet names.” Launchpad helpfully explained. “I learned them from my ex-boyfriend Tony in Venice! I should call him, see how he’s doing-”

“THANK YOU, LAUNCHPAD.” Gosalyn loudly smacked the glass with her fingers, trying to get him on the task at hand. “But that doesn’t exactly explain what we’re looking at! I think several steps were skipped!”

Darkwing was having similar thoughts buzzing in whatever part of his brain that hadn’t been fully knocked around by that massive kiss. Even then, that part was fighting for his life since he was being held by the beautiful woman he had a no-way-subtle crush on. The best he could muster up in response was “Huh?”

“You are my one true love!” Morgana cupped Darkwing’s cheeks in her hands, eyes aglitter with devotion. “All my life, I’ve been looking for a man worthy enough to stand by my side, but none have ever measured up to my standards! I thought I’d never meet someone who could be my equal, but you!” She peppered his face with kisses, his cheeks, his forehead, and his lips several times for good measure. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a man!”

Whatever was left of Darkwing’s sense managed to control his body for a very brief moment as he leaned his head back. “Hang on a minute. If I’m understanding this correctly… you, um, like me?”

“Darkwing Duck, I adore you!” Her hands clasped his own, and after a second of hesitation, he returned the gentle touch. “You’re the only one for me!”

Wow, this was way better than that fantasy he’d been envisioning earlier! A shy smile spread across his beak, and his tail did a tiny wag. “I… I feel the same way about you, Morgana! I’ve liked you ever since I laid eyes on you!” There we go, there’s the romantic music swelling up! Sure, it was inside his head – though he wouldn’t have put it past Launchpad to start blasting it on the Thunderquack’s speakers, he did make the ultimate wingman – but things were going his way! He actually had a shot with this gorgeous woman! Could life get any better?

With a pleased purr, Morgana affectionally nuzzled her beak to his cheek. “We were meant to be together! You simply must join mi familia at once!”

A blush began to grow on Darkwing’s cheeks. “You want me to meet your parents already? Before the first date?”

She giggled sweetly, lightly booping Darkwing’s bill. “Not that, silly! I want you to join my enterprise – my criminal empire, as my right-hand-man!”

There went the romantic music, and here came the record needle scratch. “What’s that now?”

“You and will rule over St. Canard together!” She threw an arm around his neck, holding him close again and accidentally choking him. “We’ll conquer this city and become the king and queen of crime! With your bravado and my magic, we’ll be unstoppable! Together, our love will destroy everyone who dares cross our path! Say, for the wedding, you mind if I forgo traditional white and go with red?”

“First off,” Darkwing managed to choke out as he pushed Morgana’s arm off his neck. “Obviously you look good in any color! Second, I’M NOT BECOMING A CRIMINAL!” Once he was free from her hold, he smoothed down his outfit. “I won’t say I’m not flattered by the offer, but I’m the city’s guardian! I’m not going to become it’s enemy because you’re hourglass shaped and I’m going to be thinking about that kiss for the rest of my life.” Maybe honesty wasn’t the best policy for this situation. “Sorry, Morgana, but if that’s how you see things, the only lady I’m going to work with is Lady Justice!” And that was too corny. Maybe he should have followed Jim Starling’s routine and gotten actual writers for his quips.

Strangely, Morgana didn’t look heartbroken or defeated, which should have been the first red flag. Instead, she tilted her head ever so slightly, and then let out another giggle, but this one was a bit more… witchy in nature. “Oh, how wonderful! You have a sense of humor too.” She then grinned, showing off every single one of her pearly white fangs.

A hard chill went Darkwing’s spine. “What’s the joke?”

“That you think you have a choice about this.”

Clink! Darkwing turned his head toward the new noise, and now found his right hand handcuffed to Morgana’s. “Wh-where did you even KEEP these?!”

Morgana was still smiling, but it was no longer full of adorable tenderness. It was the sort of look Darkwing recognized when he’d gone to toy conventions and a horde of rabid fans had tried to seize the last collector’s edition. There was no arguing logic with that kind. “Dark, darling.” Her sultry voice had returned but now it had deadly hints of infatuation. “You think I’m going to let a little thing like your own morals stand in the way of true love?”

He suspected that just like those rabid fans over that last collectible, she too wanted to steal him away and lock him up so no one else could ever put their fingers on him.  “Any way we can discuss this over dinner and a movie? And minus any chains?”

As Morgana did a classic evil laugh, Gosalyn couldn’t help but wince. “Wow. His childhood idol tried to kill him, and now his first girlfriend is legit crazy about him. He really can pick ‘em.”

“In Japan, they call that a yandere! Learned that from my ex-girlfriend Kimiko in Tokyo.”

“Thank you, Launchpad.”

[drdt-headcanons]

Veronika hates taking down her Halloween decorations, so she’ll dress them up for different holidays.

At Christmas, her life-sized skeleton—that a smaller, seven-year-old Veronika named ‘Mr. Skeleton’ (very creative, I know)—will be wearing a Santa hat and she’ll hang bat ornaments on the Christmas tree. Fake spiders scattered around the house get tiny, red-and-green bows tied around their middle. (Or if she celebrates Hanukkah, the menorah has fake spider webs on it—er, wait, that might be too flammable…maybe black and orange candles are used instead).

For Valentine’s Day, Mr. Skeleton now wears pink, heart-shaped sunglasses and romance novels that end tragically are placed on shelves around the house next to Veronika’s favorite horror novels. Veronika makes a cake shaped like a human heart, with jelly inside that looks like blood.

For St. Patrick’s Day, sickly green curtains are put up that block out most outside light, and Mr. Skeleton wears a long necklace with shamrocks on it. Veronika tapes three-leafed clovers (made of paper) to the bottoms of the fake spiders, and one lucky one has a four-leaf clover (she challenges guests to find it sometimes).

Her parents usually tried to make her take them down after that, since they deemed six months out of twelve (October to March) was quite enough time to have the decorations up. Veronika tried to leave a few little things out anyway. But now she’s in college and her dorm room is decorated all year round! Mr. Skeleton will never be shoved in the closet again, much to his relief.

(Bonus: Since not many people will allow Veronika to ramble about horror for too long, she’ll talk to Mr. Skeleton for hours about her favorite movies. She also really likes dressing him in different things, so she’ll try to find obscure holidays in order to have an excuse to).

:)

[jwclapton]

10, 12, 23 & 53 for the movie buff ask!

10. Favorite animated movie?

Beauty and the Beast (1991). It's not even close for second place.

12. Are you against book-to-movie adaptations?

That's tough to say, as I tend not to read the types of books that often get turned into movies, since almost everything I read is biographical or autobiographical. I just haven't the imagination for romance, horror, science fiction, etc.

23. Favorite movie soundtrack?

There are several good ones for me to choose from… I'll leave you with five of my favorite cuts for this one.

Antonio Pinto: 'Strange Justice' (Senna, 2010)

One of those films I can bring myself to watch only once a year, if even that often.

Mark Mancina: 'Futility' (Twister, 1996)

As one commenter on this pointed out – 'This song is titled, "Futility," yet it's filled with Hope!'

James Horner: 'The Place Where Dreams Come True' (Field of Dreams, 1989)

This underscores one of my two favorite movie endings of all time (the other one being It's a Wonderful Life).

Hans Zimmer: 'Car Building' (Days of Thunder, 1990).

An awesome soundtrack, even though it's for one of my least favorite racing films.

Patrick Doyle: 'St. Crispin's Day – The Battle of Agincourt' [segment] (Henry V, 1989)

I know you love skating, so if you've ever seen Paul Wylie's 1992 Olympic long program, you'll know this one the moment you hear it.

53. A movie that not many have heard of that you've seen?

Swing Hostess (1944), a 'poverty row' musical starring one of my favorite singers, Martha Tilton.

I haven't gotten to answer one of these in a long time, so it's great to do again! Thanks very much! 🤍

[likecastle]

ST Femslash Week - came back wrong/monsters

Uhhh so for @strangerthingsfemslashweek‘s “came back wrong/monsters” day, I tried an alternate take on Nancy’s Vecna trance, I guess? It’s Barb/Nancy if you squint but not in a fun way, unfortunately!

Content note for canon-typical body horror, grief, and a fairly disturbing unresolved ending, I think? Sorry, this got kinda dark!

One minute, Nancy is pulling herself up the rope of bedsheets, and the next she is falling, falling, arms flailing through something even less than air—

Until she lands with a splash, the water a hard slap across her back. For a moment longer, she’s still falling, plunging through churning bubbles that make it difficult to tell up from down. She’s reminded of diving after Steve, but the water’s warm and clear around her, so it can’t be Lover’s Lake.

When she surfaces, shaking wet hair out of her face, she can see that she’s in Steve’s pool, the Harrington’s back yard turned an eerie blue by the underwater lights. Steam rises from the surface of the water around her, curling into the chill air. There’s nobody out on the patio beside the pool, but she can hear Carol’s shrill laughter faintly from somewhere inside the house. She glances up to see the light on in Steve’s window, and then, instinctively, she looks to the diving board.

“I was wondering when you’d get around to me,” Barb says.

Nancy’s heart seizes in her chest. Barb looks just like Nancy remembers in her puffy blue coat and pink blouse. Her bare feet dangle in the water, something misshapen wrapped around her injured hand. The light glints off of Barb’s glasses, hiding her eyes.

“Although I guess what else should I expect?” Barb continues. “I was never your first thought, or your second, or even your third.”

“Barb,” Nancy whispers, already feeling guilty tears springing to her eyes.

“It’s OK, Nance,” Barb says with a small smile, and Nancy can’t believe how long she’s waited to hear those words. “I always knew you were selfish. You never cared about me, or anybody else. All that mattered to you was what you wanted. The only reason you kept me around was because I didn’t push back.”

Nancy wants to climb out of the water, to go to Barb and wrap her arms around her, but all she can do is tread water. “That’s not—”

“Isn’t it?” Barb cuts in. There’s blood dripping from her hand, dark and thick. Nancy can see the stain of it in the water, spreading like a void. “Who insisted we spend an entire weekend shopping for a new outfit in case Steve happened to notice what you were wearing? Who decided we should both sign up for Newspaper, even though I wanted to join Drama Club instead?”

“I—I wanted to spend time with you,” Nancy protests weakly.

“Who picked which movie we saw every single time we went to the Hawk? Who vetoed my music choices whenever we were studying?”

“That’s not—” She remembers those as friendly arguments she won because she persuaded Barb to see things her way, or because Barb didn’t really care one way or the other.

“I let you win, Nancy,” Barb says, and this time her smile doesn’t offer any absolution. There’s something wrong with her mouth, Nancy notices, something dark and viscous smeared across her teeth. “I always gave you what you wanted, because that was the only way you’d pay attention to me.”

That dark stain of Barb’s blood in the water has become a vortex, drawing Nancy closer—the current’s slow but inexorable, a pull that could easily drown her if she let it. She cuts her arms harder through the water, but she can feel herself slipping closer to Barb, closer to the coiled nothingness at her feet.

“All I wanted was to matter to you,” Barb says, and the darkness is spilling from her lips now, dripping down her chin and across the ruffled pink collar of her blouse. She’s still smiling, her teeth slick black and shining. “But I never did, did I, Nancy? At least not enough.”

“You did,” Nancy tries to tell her. “You did, you did, you’re all that matters,” she tries to say, but the current is pulling her under, the blood-black water filling her mouth.

[anime-penis]

tagged by the incomparable @greedy-greedent to answer 15 questions. and awaaaaaay we go!

-Are you named after anyone?

nope but my names DO both mean something (they're isiZulu names). my first name Banele i was given by my mom & in context is supposed to mean "banele abafana" which means there are enough boys (i'm the second of two boys and my mom only ever wanted two boys so she shut the factory down after me). my second name Cebo i was given by my grandmother and in context it means "Cebolenkosi" which means God's plan. so those are nice.

-Do you have kids?

honey if you have a baby you can't BE the baby. and i'm baby so... 🤷🏾‍♂️

-Do you use sarcasm?

not once ever. idk her.

-When was your last cry?

probably earlier this year in Feb/March when i was going THROUGH it. it was good. big wet and juicy like my [redacted]

-What's the first thing you notice about people?

whether they have kindness in their eyes. i struggle with maintaining eye contact cause it's a level of intimacy i never grew comfortable with and as a result i've learnt to discern whether people have kind eyes or not. and lemme tell yah the people who don't always turn out to be dicks so it's helped me avoid some shit

-Eye color?

brown. but like, you really won't know unless the sun hits my eyes JUST right between 4 - 6 pm in the summertime.

-What sports do/did you play?

well i have long legs and i feared the bullying that came with dealing with straight boys so i ran cross country (context, i have asthma but i can run fast so i was JUST good enough to make the team but never in the lead). but i learnt i like to run cause it's exercise i actually enjoy so there's that

-Special talent?

when i'm about to receive bad news the bottom of my left eye twitches for a few days before and without fail whenever it happens someone tells me something awful has happened

-Where were you born?

durban south africa in a hospital i can't remember the name of but i know it's St [insert woman's name here]

-Scary movies or movies with happy endings?

HUGE scaredy cat with an over active imagination here but lord help me i love a horror flick that i need to hide from. happy endings are for when i need a comfort watch

-How many pets?

none but the goal is to have at least two dogs and maybe a cat

-How tall are you?

6'1? (184cm) at last measuring like...4/5 years ago?

-What hobbies do you have?

my main hobby used to be working with the community theatre i was on the committee for but hobbies i've come to learn are a luxury only those who can afford free time have. so currently just laying down and eating a snack

-Favorite school subject?

english. specifically when i took it in college and we went indepth on literature. i was in my ELEMENT bitch

-Dream Job?

honestly i would love to run a little performance space where i could provide a platform for people to explore their creativity and talent in an environment filled with like minded creatives. DREAM dream job? showrunner/producer/performer tbh

i have had wine so if we're moots and you're in the mood to share tag me so i can see them answers 👀

[kits-ships]

👍 🍫 for the doctor?

hi i definitely didn't miss halloween :) its definitely not november but shh!!

👍 - Do they like Halloween, or do you have to force them to participate?

i think he finds humanity's adoration of halloween very endearing. before olive can convince him to celebrate, though, he insists that he explains the holiday's origins, what samhain is, and a bunch of little fun facts like how turnips were the original jack'o'lanterns. he will also happily eat candy and watch horror movies with her, but dressing up depends on the incarnation!!

he insists that he doesnt wanna dress up..... you might get him to wear some silly glasses or something, though

YES OFC. he'd be something goofy like a squirrel.

he initially says no, but olive eventually convinces him to go shopping with her and he falls in love with some regal vampire outfit. three will pretend like he's only getting it for her but actually loves it and flaunts around all day

you dont even have to ask. he originally wants to be over the top with a handmade mask, an intricate outfit, and some props, but he gets distracted and almost forgets halloween entirely. olive ends up making him some little ears and draws a nose on him so that he can be a bear. its a little last minute, but the tardis comes in clutch with a brown sweater and corduroy pants!!

he says he doesn't want to dress up but he also can't say no to olive. as to not push him too far, she draws a lil nose on him again and gives him some ears and a tail so that he can achieve full, golden retriever energy. he is embarrassed.

he gives olive a firm 'no'. peri tries to tease him into dressing up by talking about how dreadful his usual outfit his, but he ends up just sulking into olive's side for the rest of the night. if anyone asks, hes joseph in the technicolor dreamcoat

he considers it and acts like his answer is no, but he secretly goes off and finds the absolute goofiest costume he can find. like, this man would show up to olives door dressed as buttercup with ace in a bubbles costume. it doesnt matter if she already had an outfit planned because olive has to be blossom ofc!!

he is sappy and wants couples costumes; even if they aren't planning on going out. after going through the tardis' wardrobe, they eventually settle on mr darcy and elizabeth bennet

he says no, but olive gently coaxes him into the idea as long as the costume isn't too overbearing. they end up adding a bandana and sunglasses to his usual look so that he can be a biker :)

oh he was planning on it. but, as excited as he was to dress up, it takes them the whole month to figure out what to go as. through the use of the internet, they eventually decide to be tuxedo mask and sailor moon (even though olive doesnt know anything about the show/manga)

he is so excited to dress up as something cool and scary but, as soon as they walk into the store, he is enraptured by the countless onesies and insists on choosing one of them. he loves that they can be a costume and pajamas!! olive chooses a silly lil monkey onesie for him and he picks a bunny onesie for her

'i dont wanna dress up' shhh. yes you do. clara and olive manage to get him to wear a ghostbusters uniform and, after spending a good amount of time trying to boost his confidence and inflate his ego, the other two decide to be some kind of ghost or ghoul.

oh my god. she insists on it. the whole fam has to get into it, too, and she spends so long trying to search for group costumes. eventually, they settle on horror icons!! the doctor dresses up as freddy krueger, olive is annabelle, yaz chose chucky, graham is jason, dan is forced to be michael myers, and ryan is secretly excited to be ghostface. the doctor also demands that they try to be 'in character' as they go trick or treating

🍫 - What is their favorite candy/treat?

okay after that massive list im only giving a simple answer.

olive likes getting lollipops and pretzels (she's gettin old smh) and the doctor loves hershey bars, starbursts, and double bubble so he can blow obnoxiously large bubbles!!!!!!

[ddagent]

for now five top shippy moments cause you must have given this as an example for a reason ^^

I'm going to focus on five top shippy moments for Henry/Jason because I know you were interested in the first iteration of these two and I'm excited to see what you think of version two.

[Henry Reid and Jason McCallister are two characters from my Final Girls original work, that mostly lives in my head. Jason is a former horror movie actor who now hosts the Final Girls podcast, a true crime podcast written, produced and starring survivors of insane horror-esque violence. Henry is a former Catholic priest who left the profession and now writes mystery novels.]

First Kiss (1988) While Jason and Henry's first meeting wasn't exactly romantic (Henry was being bullied by the locals; Jason was there to persuade Henry to retract a statement against Jason's father), their first kiss was. In the run up to Christmas, Jason steals away to the next village over to spend the day with Henry. The two walk through fields, talking most of the day, and end up going through Woodward Lane, draped in snow, surrounded by carolers. It was Henry who pulled Jason into a covert and the pair shared their first kiss. Englund Theatre (2001) It is meant to be Jason McCallister's theatrical debut in New York after finally escaping from his father's grasp in the UK. It's not meant to be. The entire cast (sans Jason) is murdered during the production of opening night, leaving a bloody Jason holding his dead co-star as the curtain goes down. Henry, who had travelled specifically from LA to New York to see him, immediately tries to soothe Jason, wrapping him up in his coat - and his arms. Jason is still unaware that Henry (who promised to never see Jason again) was there. St Eustace (2018) Henry has tried his best to support his parishioners - especially in the wake of the monster rampaging the streets. But to no avail. In his own church, Henry is crucified by the man who sought forgiveness in his confession booth. As his friends try his best to save him, he is greeted with visions of Ben, of himself as a boy, of Jason. It's the older, bloodier Jason from 2001 who holds his hand as he dies - only to be revived. Stay (Feb 2023) Jason is an out of work bit-part actor in Los Angeles when his agent gets him call about a podcast. A charity, The Final Girls, wants to put out their own stories rather than rely on Netflix docs and dramas. The founder of the charity, Bernie, is eager for him to be a part of it. But Henry's presence leaves Jason to admit the truth of who he is: the son of a serial killer. Yet after a lengthy argument in the lift of the building, Henry reaches out his hand and says the one word Jason needed to hear: stay. And he does. Christmas (Dec 2023) Christmas is Henry's favourite time of year, and this year is no exception. The lights, the carols, the joy. There is, however, a touch of uncertainty as to what to get his Secret Santa, Jason, for Christmas. There is a gulf of time and an ache of longing between them. Everything is vastly unspoken. But his gift is a program from Jason's theatrical debut at The Englund - the last copy in existence. Jason's own gift to him is a soft, stolen kiss under the mistletoe that is far too chaste for either of them to bear.

[themculibrary]

Steve & Bucky Meeting Masterlist

But I Will Never Forget! (ao3) - debwalsh steve/bucky N/R, 1k

Summary: Have a little baby Steve and Bucky to cleanse your palate.

Steve never liked bullies. Never. Turns out, neither did Bucky Barnes.

Drawing Fire (ao3) - Atsadi G, 1k

Summary: Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes did indeed meet in a schoolyard fight, but it wasn't quite how everyone assumed.

Dumpster Youth (ao3) - nine_thursdays steve/bucky G, 322

Summary: The day Captain America meets Sergeant Barnes...Of course, back when they were young, they were Stevie and Bucky...

In the Beginning... (ao3) - LoveMeSomeRafael steve/bucky E, 251k

Summary: This ambitious project is intended to be a several-part series. Each part will cover an era in Steve and Bucky's lives. (There's an outline, even.) It's meant to be a fairly long story, built around sticking as close to MCU canon as possible. The intention is to create a framework by including canon scenes and dialogue to anchor your place in the MCU movies, while building out the backstory - what happened before, after, and between those scenes. And then to carry the story forward as though Steve's nonsensical decision in Endgame didn't happen (because it didn't - I have spoken) to show Steve and Bucky living happily after after. Tags will be updated as I go. You know the story: you can expect sweetness and fluff, (hopefully) humor, coming of age, romance and sex, pain, adventure, war and horror, Nazis and Hydra, creepy asshole "scientists", and all the usual Avengers suspects. It'll be the story of an inevitable friendship born of mutual admiration when Steve and Bucky are so young they afterwards don't remember ever not being best friends. It will follow that friendship as it deepens through shared history and trauma and grows into the love of a lifetime.

My Thoughts on You (ao3) - hokage35 steve/bucky T, 19k

Summary: “So I guess that leads me to ask, are there any boys you like in your class?” Tony wiggled his eyebrows, breaking the short silence.

Steve blushed profusely.

“Aha,” Tony clapped his hands together. “There are. Come on tell me.”

Proprioception (ao3) - aimmyarrowshigh steve/bucky T, 100

Summary: Proprioception. Steve was always on Bucky's left.

redamancy (ao3) - stevebuckybrainrot steve/bucky M, 73k

Summary: Redamancy {re - da - man - cy}

n. the act of loving someone who loves you; a love returned in full

"Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield."

Before the war, before Nazis and aliens and time travel, there was this: scorching summers and bitter winters, sketchbooks and paintbrushes, bruised knuckles and split lips, stolen kisses and lingering looks. There was Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes and a love to last through the ages.

And nothing else mattered.

The Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship (ao3) - dottieapple steve/bucky G, 2k

Summary: The new school year is barely under way, and tiny, daydreaming 8-year-old Steve Rogers is already in trouble at school. Little does he know he's about to make a friend 'til the end of the line.

When We Were Young (ao3) - Starlight_Silver G, 1k

Summary: James laughed. “Alright church-boy. Hey, you never told me you Christian name.” “It’s Steven,” the boy said. “Steven Grant Rogers. And you are?” “James Buchanan Barnes, named after the one-and-only President James Buchanan, son of George Neville Barnes, and winner of the all-out St. Katherine’s Schoolyard Marbles Championship.” Steven snorted. “Well, I ain’t never gonna remember all that. How ‘bout Bucky for short?” **** Or: Eleven-year-old Steve and Twelve-year-old Bucky bond in the schoolyard over beating up bullies.

Winifred and Mrs. Rogers (ao3) - gossamerthreads G, 7k

Summary: The first time Steve Rogers and James Barnes meet they burst into the courtyard yelling and hollering, fists and feet kicking up dirt. Steve sank his teeth into James’s upper arm and James howled and punched him in the eye. By the time their mothers pulled them apart the whole neighborhood was leaning out to watch.

James got the switch, Sarah wore out a shoe on Steve’s behind, and both boys swore they’d be mortal enemies for life.

[idyllicsimmer]

15 OC Questions: Colette St. Claire Edition

Thank you for the tag @akitasimblr (it's like you know I love just talking about my Sims all the time!)

Are you named after anyone? Yes! I'm named after Colette Tatou from Ratatouille.

When was the last time you cried? Not in a long time; I don't tend to cry often.

Do you have kids? Not yet ... 😉

Do you use sarcasm? No, not really.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their ambition!

What’s your eye color? Blue with a hint of green.

Scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies, here I come! Though I do like to change it up with a good ol' happy ending, I prefer scary/horror films.

Any special talents? Definitely my entrepreneurial skills, as I'm always eager and able to find the next big thing to record a video about or base style ideas on. Oh, and I'm really good at rollerskating!

Where were you born? Sulani, which I really hope to live at again one day.

What are your hobbies? Does work count? I love my work, which I'm grateful for. I do really enjoy rock climbing and traveling... anything new, really.

Have you any pets? I have two beautiful kitties, Kiki and Willow! I adopted them right before moving to San Myshuno.

What sports do you play/have played? I'm more of an activity person, but I do enjoy boxing!

How tall are you? Last I checked, I was 5'7.

Favorite subject in school? Business and art! Art slightly more as I got to play around with fashion ideas more.

Dream job? I'm already in my dream job, a fashion stylist! I am slowly expanding to hair and cosmetics though as well!

[pantyhosens]

Here is my story.. maybe it will sound twisted to you, but bg.. I came from the army, I was in the December class.. the holidays were near, so my mother's sister, my aunt from Vienna, came to visit us.. an average middle-aged woman.. I've never tried anything or the like. Well, my aunt, I don't even know what happened that day, that is, the night before. We talked for a long time about everything about life here and that it would be good for me to come to Vienna. We sat for a long time until late at night. Keva and my aunt and I.. some horror started on the TV. Keva was sitting on the armchair and my aunt was lying on the couch. I was sitting at the other end, i.e. at her feet.. the New Year's lights were on, so we turned them off it was light..aunty was cold so she asked for a blanket. he brought it to her and sat by her feet..we were watching a movie, at one point my aunt got scared and stretched her legs a little..I mechanically lowered my hand over the blankets,.while the movie lasted mechanically moved my hands and adjusted myself in a better position, at one point I put my hands under the covers, I don't know how but I touched my aunt's st she fell..she didn't move or anything like that. I kept my hand on her feet..I liked that feeling, I started caressing the sole of her leg with my fingers, I felt as I touched her how her socks moved when I passed my hand over her foot. she had thighs the same color as her legs. I continued to caress him, he slipped his hand into her trouser leg to caress her leg and then returned to her toes. I wanted to jerk him on her legs. feet. he moved closer to my aunt's legs so that I rested my dick on her legs. I rubbed it on her feet.. we were still watching the movie, I felt every drop of sperm coming out and spread it on my aunt's socks. I continued to jerk off and that I caress her legs, I was close to cum. I stopped and took off my aunt's sock with one hand and pulled it on my dick. mmm wonderful feeling. then I pulled her other leg and took off her second sock. and started jerking in her socks. I cum in aunt's lower legs.

[wackywriterwhowriteswhenever]

Five years ago, the second season of a little show called Stranger Things premiered.

It's hard to believe it's been that long. I had just gotten into the show a month before, largely in part due to Andy Muschietti's IT film. I had enjoyed IT immensely and since Finn Wolfhard starred in Stranger Things and ST is set in the 80s, I figured I'd enjoy it.

I binged season one in about a day and eagerly waited for season two to premiere. I even added season two to my watch list for October Horror Month, where I try to watch at least one horror movie/show a day during October. 

As soon as I started season two, I knew I was in for a ride. I found myself hooked on season two, even more than I was on season one. I finished the season rather quickly and I was hungry for more. 

Season two is also when I started to truly ship Byler. When I saw season one, I remember thinking, "Oh, they'd be cute together" but not expecting anything to come out of that. But with season two, I started to think there was a good chance Mike and Will would end up together. Their relationship was at the forefront in season two and I quickly became a full-on Byler shipper. 

On a more personal level, season two has come to represent a turning point in my own life. When the season premiered, I had been unemployed since July. I was pretty depressed about it, and not being able to find a job in my hometown. I had started to apply for jobs in Texas, where my mother had moved with my step dad and sisters, but still hadn't had much luck.

I didn't know it then, but just about six weeks after season two premiered, I would end up getting a job in Texas, which is the same job I'm at (though I do work in a different department, one more appropriate to my experience). I uprooted my entire life and moved away from my hometown on Christmas Day 2017 and started work the next day, so grateful to be starting a new chapter in my life. 

And that chapter continues to this day. I'm still at the job I started at in December 2017. I make more money than I ever did in my old career as a journalist and it doesn't cause me an inkling of the stress I had as a reporter. And this job allows me so much more free time to write, which is my first love. I'm so grateful that I'm able to do the thing I love the most in a way I wouldn't have been able to had I not walked away from my old career. 

Of course since season two, I've written my share of Stranger Things (mainly Byler) fanfiction stories. I had no clue when I started this show that I would become this involved in the fandom as a writer, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Thanks to the show, I have gained several friends in the past five years, for whom there are not sufficient adjectives of appreciation. These include my Byler posse: David, Whitney, Jake, Michael and Sophia. All my love to all of you. And to all of my readers who have read my stories and shown them so much love, I'm forever grateful to all of you. And I am grateful for this show and the friendships I've gained from it.

Special shoutout to @willthecleric​ @userspeaknowtv​ @byliever​ and @poweredbycreativityandcake​

Over and out!

[thrutheinferno]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

thank you @thetrolltolls and @sewerkingcharlie for tags !!!

Are you named after anyone/thing?

yes, it’s actually my favorite icebreaker fun fact that i named myself after a criminal minds fan fiction, shoutout “Occupational Hazard” on AO3

Do you have kids?

nope and LORD do i not want them

Do you use sarcasm often?

hmm i don’t think so. i am often confused by it

First thing you notice about people?

uhhhmmmm maybe their hair? i’m always fixing and fiddling my own hair so i’d say that usually strikes me

Eye color?

basic brown🤷🏻‍♀️

Scary movies or happy endings?

scary !!!!! i love love love horror, i watched barbarian recently and FUCK it was so good

Any special talents?

i’ve been on testosterone for a hot sec so i’ve been having a fun time singing in a deeper register, i also have been drawing for all my life, which is most of what i post on here

i can also name the episode for like. every scene in sunny

Hobbies?

i ❤️ making silly edits for tiktok. i also skate but to say i’m any good would be a big lie

Pets?

i have two kitties named St. Francis (after the book A Little Life) and Mac (after Sunny)

i also have had many a fish

Sports?

i played tennis for a little bit but not anymore. i am very humiliatingly bad at most sports

as a kid i swam for many many years though, it was fun but very stressful. it’s been so long i forgot all the strokes haha

How tall are you?

5’5, charlie day/kelly height hey now

Favorite subject?

theater maybe?

Dream job?

i have actually zero clue what i want to do for work tbh …. something in acting would be cool.. hairdressing would be as well… being a professor for a university interests me…. hmmmmmm

TAGS:

@i-know-you-wanna-kiss-me @charliesamericas @cowboyunderscore @fuck-em-up-your-grace @venomnipx @ellecove @dirtgrubroy @planetary-00 @macsmittens @zeviolett @number-one-hog-hater @rummyham @baby-muffin @raggedyfaggot

[eliotquillon]

For the character ask game, what about Otto?

one aspect about them i love:

god i’m such a sucker for this in general with characters but i LOVE the contrast between otto’s “idgaf fuck it we ball” external attitude and his internal “i am a Hot Mess and Nobody Likes Me” attitude. it’s such a funny contrast to book 1 otto and also it pretty much explains everything about him, ever. he’s just a silly goofy teenage boy!!

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

hmm i think the fandom understands otto pretty well but i really wish more people talked about the parallels between him and raven? i have brain rot obviously but i think they have so so so much in common in terms of trauma + upbringing + various identity crises and while i do joke and jape about their politician killing world tour i genuinely think they understand each other on a level that not many other people get. i love the cheeky irreverent side of their friendship but i think they have a very genuine connection that otto would really rely on post bloodline. something something they would both fight through hell to help each other but would complain the entire time

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

these are literally canon TO ME but: 1) otto is autistic, 2) otto had a vague crush on shelby around interception point era but even he was self aware enough about how much she’d rip the shit out of him for it that he never said anything, and 3) for me, otto’s post bloodline future involves him trying to immediately throw himself back into glove, realising it isn’t what he wants, and then taking a very long break to go to uni and eventually becoming a teacher or a professor. with the occasional heist for old times sake

one character i love seeing them interact with

SHELBY TRINITY. say it with me: shelby/otto nation. if shelby/otto have 1000 fans i am one of them. if they have 10 fans i am one of them. etc etc. even just platonically i love their rivalry and the way they bring out the best AND worst of each other and just how much they genuinely love and care about each other. one of my favourite scenes is in deadlock when shelby literally runs over to him and basically flings herself into his arms. i do ship them in a “i think they maybe had a very brief teenage fling that was horrific for everyone involved/both had a crush on each other at the same time but mutually decided not to pursue it” way but outside of that i genuinely adore their friendship

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

this is kind of niche but i really love the scene at the end of rogue where nero sits at otto’s bedside and apologises to him and i always wish we had more of that…idk, tenderness between them? i think it’s obvious that otto genuinely respects nero a Lot and while we do get quite a few scenes of them together in canon i have always felt robbed of my graduation/epilogue scene with the two of them together. nero really turned otto into the man he is and i just wish we saw more of them together

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

kind of talked about this before with the otto/shelby stuff but here’s another one: i ardently believe that otto is the messiest person alive (because he spent so much time running off doing his own thing at st seb’s) and that it drove wing INSANE to point where one of their only real arguments was in first year when otto lost it over the snoring and wing lost it over the literal mountain of assignments on his desk. they didn’t speak for a full day and then the next morning they both woke up and apologised at the exact same tjme. shelby likes to take the piss by using it as her “horror story” whenever they all watch a scary movie together lmaoo

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Waaaittt JoJo isn't your real name?! Now you gotta tell me, you no doubt already know my real name and I bet your name is very pretty like you!

Oh my God you have plants in your room. Why are you lying on the floor though? And yeah I did have the same problem! Pretty sure I ended up breaking the metal bars once cos I swung on them like an idiot 😭 I could show my room now if you want? I have a figurine collection I'm proud of.

What do I like to read? Everything!! I don't have a favourite genre but my favourite book ever is a horror novel called bird box by Josh malerman (the one they made the Netflix movie of , but the movie is Shite) it's a masterpiece I've read it 7 times in...4 years I think. But I have so many favourites. Do you have any?

You go to a lot of museums? Okay now we're definitely going on a museum date one day

It is a nice place to work, I get less people giving me the run-around and I have learnt a lot about how to do an art heist here too 😂(yes I have a step by step plan)

I think Venus deserves it, it can't be easy being pretty and perfect. You should know ;)

Well Jojo isn't on my birth certificate but I've been called that for as long as I can remember, one of my brother's must've coined the nickname for me. Mine is Josephine Victoria. Yes 2 first names, I also have Artemisia as my middle name as well as 2 last names. 5 names in total, nobody needs that many!!! Your name is Hale(m?)ma right? Out of curious how do you pronounce that? I have no idea if I'm doing it correctly in my head or not. It is a very pretty name though.

I have a LOT of plants in my room, all over the windowsill, hanging on the blinds, hanging off my bed, on a chest of drawers, there's lots of these guys. I'm growing strawberries rn too. Do you have any plants? The floor is comfortable, I have other options but prefer it down here.

You have figurines???? What of????

THIS BOOK?????

I feel bad but I've never actually read it, it's one of those i picked up from somewhere with good intentions to read it but then never got around to it. I've never seen the Netflix thing either because I wanted to go in blind. I guess it must be good then if you like it so much.

I have too many favourites to name, I like horror and mysteries best. Battle royale is pretty high up on my list, the final destination book series too, I like the point horror books too, they're only short but there's like a major twist in each one that you never see coming, changes the whole story each time.

Yeah I love museums, I went to the museum of London two weeks ago and saw a pretty cool pin (unfortunately not in the gift shop)

Ahh I see you've got it all figured out, maybe you can pull off a St Trinians type heist (pls tell me you saw that movie too)

No :)