#multiplicity 1996

[evilfranzkafka]

computer, play understanding in a car crash by thursday 🚗 💥

[kweerfish]

James and Vaughan, nightmare angel of the highways, from Crash (1996).

[thekillingjoke-haha]

Our Scream Queen

Part I: First Bloodshed

Summary: Bill and Stu realize they have a big fucking problem when they aren't the only killers on the loose and their target screamer is someone else's prize,Sidney Prescott.

Warning ⚠️: Blood,Gore,Death,Hinted pedophilia,cursing,threats,Grade A+ Police work, no poof read

"Slasher talking" "Normal Talking" "Unknown talking"

'Written '

Cast, I[here] II III IV V VI VII VII VIII IX X

The phone ringing was the only sound in that large house. It was Tuesday. Just a day before Casey Becker got a similar call that ended her life...the first was made out to a blonde male named Greg Stephens.

Greg Stephens the football jock of Woodboro High School with girls falling off of his arm at ever waking moment. Currently he was at home with his little brother relaxing downstairs with him. He stood up from the sofa his arm moving away from around his little brother who sat next to him to go answer the landline. "Hello?Stephens' residents." He said as his brother still watched the movie they rented from the video store earlier that day. "I'm sorry is Peter there? He gave me this number." A male voice crackled on the other end. "Unless you're talking about pete who's ten years old I think you got the wrong number." He hung up the landline about to walk back when it rung again.

"Hello?" The same voice said. "You got the wrong number guy." Greg said with a roll of his eyes. "Wait don't hang up!" He said almost sounding panicked. "Why the hell not?" The jock folded his arms leaning against the wall dividing the hallway from the living room. "I want to talk to you for a minute. You said you were a Stephens. You don't happen to be Greg right?" They asked with a chuckle and the star athlete felt his chest swell with pride at being recognized from name alone. He started to walk a bit further away from the TV deeper into the hallway. "Do I know you? What's your name?" Greg asked looking down at his socked feet not noticing the shadow that just pasted the front door light. "I had to guess yours come on make this fun guess mine." The voice said full of jovial teasing. "Fine...Scott?" He guessed thinking it was the frontline men. "Wrong. Guess again."

"Tyler?" He hummed the light of the TV hitting his back, his little brother letting out a scream when he got scared at the movie, causing him to roll his eyes at his skittish behavior. "Wrong again, and what was that noise?" The caller asked. "My stupid little brother, he gets so scared at these shitty scary movies." He said as he peaked behind him, seeing his brothers with his head under the covers on the couch. "Awe, scary movies aren't all that bad. What's your favorite?" They asked. "I thought I was the one asking questions?" The quarterback pushed his blonde hair out of his face. "Well, you clearly suck at that game, so I'm giving you an easier one... a trivia game of sorts." The voice said some shuffling on the other line.

Once the movement stopped, the game really began. "So what's your favorite?" Greg thoughts about it for a moment before answering. "Halloween ya know with Michael Myers." A hum of agreement came through the receiver. "That's a good one. The big ass stalker is just out of frame." Greg chuckled. "How about you, or do I have to guess?" The unknown caller chuckled just the same. "Oh, please do." He thought about it thinking of any recent releases, but this guy might not have seen anything newer, so he stuck to classics. "Friday the 13th." He answered. "That's the one where the guy in the hockey mask kills camp counselors, right? He was scary." Greg went to turn around seeing a good chunk of the movie has passed. "I should get off now." He said as he was going to hand up when the next words made him freeze up. "Oh, come on. The Exercist can wait."

Greg stood in the hallway stiff as his breath went stale in his lungs. "How?" He asked not daring to breath as if the walls were listening to him. "How what?" The man on the line asked sounding confused. "Did you know what I was watching?" He started to move again get closer to the door checking out the window before locking the door. "You told me." This angered the jock as he dropped the landline and picked up the cordless phone. "No the fuck I didn't" He heard his own voice double over due to two lines being open. Greg stated going around the house most of the blinds were closed and the front and back door was locked. Rushing over to his brother he pulled the covers off of him the boys eyes scared as he looked at the TV. "Go to your room now." The boy nodded without hesitation not wanting to be in the same room as the movie now. "Still want to play that game?" The voice said sounding more sadistic this time. "I got a fucking game for you to play its called hide the zucchini and you'll play it a-fucking-lot in prison asshole" He growled as he got a knife from the block in the kitchen.

The voice chuckled no longer innocent and carefree. "Play along, and you'll live to see the light of day." He said, but Greg saw this as a bluff and scoffed at him. "Yeah, right, dial a 1-800 number for sick kicks." With that he hung up and what a mistake that was a brick flew in through the window almost hitting him and on it was a note picking the note off of it in messy handwriting it said 'Answer Me!' As he finished reading it, the phone rung again, making him jump, and he answered hastily. "Fine!!! I'll play just leave my house." The voice let out a forced laugh. "Good boy, now I only have three questions. Each one will save a life. Get one wrong, and you'll lose a life."

"It a horror movie game, so I hope you know a thing or two. What was Freddy Kruger in life?" He asked as Greg looked out the window where the brick came from. "A-a janitor at a school." A tsk sounded through the phone. "Half right yet. I asked what he was not what he did...he was a pedophile. Sound familiar Gregory all those freshmen fighting for your attention father like son everyone in town knows he likes em young." Whoever this was knew too much about his family it was only stupid allegations,but the school never pushed the matter and the girls were always willing.

"Don't beat yourself up the next one is easy. What does the reverse bear trap do?" This one was easy. "It rips the victims jaw off by opening instead of closing."Silence washed over the line,he won.

"Right! See not that hard last question. How many people did Voorhees kill in Friday the 13th?" Greg almost jumped for joy this was a trick question. "None! Jason didn't kill anyone till the second movie. I beat you! You sick fuck!" He cheered into the phone panting lightly trying to ease his heart,but the only thing he heard was himself. The other side of the line was quite. Greg paused...

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...

...

He thought he won anyways.

"WRONG! Nine people were killed by Voorhees!!!" He voice seemed to yell ashamed by his stupidity. "No no no Jason was dead it wasn't until part 2 he killed someone!" He defended himself his voice panicked. "I didn't say Jason,I said Voorhees!!! Pamela Voorhees killed nine people before she was beheaded. You only got one right!" That only deepened Greg's confusion. "Only one?! I got two right!" Didn't he? Yes he did, yet he really didn't. "Nope I said half right and I don't give half credit which makes it wrong you didn't answer the question correctly,but that one wrong I took a life and now with the last one you lost yours." The line cut dial tone ringing in his ear as the sound of more glass breaking came from the back door.

Rushing towards the living room with the knife ready to strike he saw his father bleeding on the carpet his intestines spilling from his midsection. A note pinned on him the same way as the brick. 'One wrong answer one life lost.♡♡♡' His eyes went wide as his heart raced...Peter...did Peter pay for his second missed question like their dad? Running up the stairs he ran into his brothers room one hand dialing 911 as he busted through the door.

On the bed he layed there his blond curled locks just above the covers and his breathing steady as he slept. Greg got closer his hand going onto his brothers shoulder "911 what's your emergency?" A female operated asked. His hand pulled away as he answered. "Someone's outside my house and killed my da—" Greg was cut off. "You mean your deadbeat child fondling father!" They seemed to yell over the phone,but there was this odd double layering of his voice which only happened when two lines were...on at the same time...this meant he was in the house. As the odd echoing ended still ringing in his ears the bedroom door slammed close and the red masked psycho jumped on him pulling him out of the room and throwing him down the stairs his kitchen knife being lodged in his shoulder causing him to scream out as the boy laid still in bed as instructed by the masked individual that snuck in.

The oh so high and mighty jock shakingly got up at run away seeing that this person is so much stronger than him and he was now injured. It would have been laughable anyone would think a jock like that would fight,but put a little fear in their hearts and the coward will turn tail. The masked individual casually walked down the stairs their blood stained knife cutting the wallpaper as they hummed. Greg ran out the back door into the wooded area behind his house. Tree branches whipped him and his ankle almost rolled several times as he ran just past the clearing should be a main road. He made it to the small ravine just off the side as headlights came closer he tried to wave to them as he climbed up,but just as his upper body got fully on the pavement a gloved hand grabbed tightly at his blonde locks pulling his head back as a hunting knife slit his throat his torso falling back as the car drove past the older couple talking not even noticing anything just talking about picking up dry cleaning for the dinner party tomorrow night hoping their daughter Casey didn't have that boy over when they leave.

The police stood in the doorway of the house looking at the coroner who took the father's body while in the ambulance with open doors the boy sat in a foil cover over his shoulders as he was checked. A younger officer came up to the Captian by the name of Dewey. "Ya got to come see this Cap."

==Time Skip==

In the kids room the stepped on the other side of the bed opposite of the door looking right under the window. In blood was written. 'Play sleep while I play tag ♡ : )' a dripping smiley face and heart were drawn underneath the message. The forensic took pictures, and the flash clicked as Dewey clapped the police captain shoulder and pointed towards the now closed bedroom door. 'I'll give you that one.. You're safe...well, not you. ♡♡♡' In the same bloody display. "We clearly got someone mentally unstable on the loose any word on the kid, Greg Stephens?" The captain asked as they walked out of the room and slowly down the stairs looking at the peeled wallpaper that looked ripped up after being cut. "Nothing...do you think he would have done this to his own father and brother?" Dewey said as they now stood in the living room. The body of Lucas Stephens having already been removed, the only evidence was the yellow number and the outline of dark red-browning blood. "We don't know anything until we find him, and neither does the news." The older man said, walking out the house unknown to the officers. Almost a fifty yards out into the woods hung Greg by his feet, a long cut from his pelvic bone to his collarbone His intestines were on the ground already swarmed with bugs feasting away if the police didn't hurry they'd lose their sweet parting message written in the organs,but what they don't know can hurt them.

The news of the break in wasn't out to the public yet they wanted it to be swept under the rug since Greg wasn't yet found,but when Casey Becker and here boyfriend were killed the search for Greg as the main suspect lasted only a few hours the body now maggot and fly ridden and picked at by creatures in the woods did they know they had a serial killer on their hands with the same MO.

How wrong they were...great minds just think alike.

===Thursday Morning===

The news crew were outside of the high school buzzing about the murder of Casey Becker and Steve along with the earlier break in at the Stephen's house that lead to Greg's discovery in the forest.

It was hectic at first with the leading suspect haven been Greg since he dated Casey before she dumped him for Steve and them both being found dead, yet that all went out the window when his body was strung up just like her's having been there for who knows how long. The fun has just started the killer looked at the news crew and grinned closing the car door.

A/N: next part will have all the new characters interacting with the orginals. I'll just say they are all connected togther story will go into their dynamic and relationships with eachother. Someone else is gonna die!

Everything will be close to the script with added scenes or scenes with extra character interaction. Also Muder Husbands will so have competition one of them thinks it's hot the other is being a bratty grease ball guess which is which?

[rootsmachine]

i can picture the van was dead the whole time scene perfectly in my mind. yellowjackets season 2 writers i know you’ve “wrapped” and the season is actually “airing” but if you have a sudden need to kill off van palmer. please contact me i have some thoughts.

[helpmysoultheeggladsarecoming]

In my head Crash 1996 and Crash 1973 are two different things purely because the vibes are so different. The plot and order of everything is almost identical, it’s just the vibe of 90s Toronto Vs 70s London

So here are designs for how I see Vaughan (left) and James (right). Of course James has almost no description of what he looks like because it’s a first person novel so I based him off other factors. He kind of just ended up looking like a hybrid between Saul Goodman and Winston Smith and I wanted to add big ol 70s glasses but then he just looked like Felix Kranken so ah well.

[sidetable-drawer]

The fact that the entirety of Schoolhouse Rock! is unavailable on Spotify is incredibly depressing.

[scifipinups]

On this day...

Multiplicity - July 17, 1996

Julie Bowen as ‘Robin’

[walks-the-ages]

OP deactivated, and some of the links were broken/marked unsafe by Firefox, so here's a new compilation post of Leslie Feinburg's (She/her, ze/hir) novels and essays on being transgender:

Stone Butch Blues official free source directly from Author's website:

Stone Butch Blues, backup on the webarchive:

Transgender Liberation: A movement whose time has come, on the web archive:

Transgender Warriors: Making History from Joan of Arc to Dennis Rodman, on the web archive:

Lavender and Red, PDF essay collection:

Drag King Dreams, on the web archive:

(Also, if anyone ever tells you that the protagonist of Stone Butch Blues ""ends up with a man""........ they're transmisogynistic jackass TERFs who are straight up lying)

Please also check out your local public libraries for these books and see if they carry them, to help support public libraries! If you have a library card already you can checkout Libby and Overdrive to see if your public library carries it as an ebook that you can checkout :)

EDIT: another not included on the orignal masterpost-- Trans Liberation: Beyond Pink or blue !

annnnnd in light of the web archive losing it's court case, here's a backup of both PDFs and generated epubs a friend made:

5/26/2023: hello! I am adding on yet another book of queer history, this time the autobiography of Karl Baer, a Jewish, intersex trans man who was born in 1884! Please signal boost this version, and remember to check the notes whenever this crosses your dash for any new updates :)

6/24/2023: Two links to share!

Someone made an Epub version of Memoirs of a Man's Maiden Years, which you can find Here , as a more accessible version than a pdf of a scanned book if you're like me and need larger text size for reading--

And from another post I reblogged earlier today, I discovered the existence of "TransSisters: the Journal of Transsexual Feminism", which has 10 issues from 1993-1995, and includes multiple interviews with Leslie Feinburg and other queer feminists / activists of the 90s!

Here's a link to all 10 issues of TransSisters, plus a 1996 "look back at" by one of the writers after the journal ended, you can find all 10 issues on the Internet Archive Here !

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8/28/2023:

"Bi Any Other Name: Bisexual People Speak Out", can be found on the web archive Here, for the 25th Anniversary Edition from 2015,

and also Here, for the original 1991 version.

Each of the above can be borrowed for one hour at a time as long as a copy is available :D

This is a living post that receives sporadic updates on the original, if you are seeing this on your dash, click Here to see the latest version of the post to make sure you're reblogging the most up to date one :)

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October, 25th 2023:

"I began to dawdle over breakfast during shift changes, asking both waitresses questions. After weeks of inquiries, they invited me to a demonstration, outside Kleinhan's Music Hall, protesting the Israeli war against Egypt and Syria. I was particularly interested in that protest. The state of Israel had been declared shortly before my birth. In Hebrew school I was taught "Palestine was a land without peo-ple, for a people without a land." That phrase haunted me as a child. I pictured ears with no one in them, and movies projected on screens in empty theaters. When I checked a map of that region of the Middle East in my school geography textbook, it was labeled Palestine, not Israel. Yet when I asked my grandmother who the Palestinians were, she told me there were no such people. The puzzle had been solved for me in my adolescence. I developed a strong friendship with a Lebanese teenager, who explained to me that the Palestinian people had been driven off their land by Zionist settlers, like the Native peoples in the United States. I studied and thought a great deal about all she told me. From that point on I staunchly opposed Zionist ideology and the occupation of Palestine. So I wanted to go to the protest. However, I feared the demonstration, no matter how justified, would be tainted by anti-Semitism. But I was so angered by the actions of the Israeli government and military, that I went to the event to check it out for myself. That evening, I arrived at Kleinhan's before the protest began. Cops in uniforms and plainclothes surrounded the music hall. I waited impatiently for the protesters to arrive. Suddenly, all the media swarmed down the street. I ran after them. Coming over the hill was a long column of people moving toward Kleinhan's. The woman who led the march and spoke to reporters proudly told them she was Jewish! Others held signs and banners aloft that read: "Arab Land for Arab People!" and "Smash Anti-Semitism!" Now those were two slogans I could get behind! I wanted to know who these people were and where they had been all my life! Hours later I followed the group back to their headquarters. Orange banners tacked up on the walls expressed solidarity with the Attica prisoners and the Vietnamese. One banner particularly haunted me. It read: Stop the War Against Black America, which made me realize that it wasn't just distant wars that needed opposing. Yet although I worked with two members of this organization, I felt nervous that night. These people were communists, Marxists! Yet I found it easy to get into discussions with them. I met waitresses, factory workers, secretaries, and truck drivers. And I decided they were some of the most principled people I had ever met. For example, I was impressed that many of the men I spoke with talked to me about the importance of fighting the oppression of gays and lesbians, and of all women. Yet I knew they thought they were talking to a straight man" Transgender Warriors (1996) Leslie Feinberg

[mistyheartrbs]

the barbie movie really does have everything. a utopian barbie society with a portal to our world. car chases. musical numbers. genuinely nuanced conversations around the double standards women are expected to uphold and never address, articulated multiple times by multiple characters establishing that the legacy of barbie (the franchise) is neither wholly positive nor wholly negative. BBC’s Pride & Prejudice (1996). an omnipotent narrator voiced by helen mirren. a second omnipotent narrator voiced by lizzo. ghosts. horses. half the cast of sex education? lesbian subtext. an original soundtrack full of brand new songs that also includes at least three separate needledrops of Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.  sisterhood and also discussions of the difficulty of “sisterhood.” Beach. some of the best set design i’ve seen in a contemporary hollywood movie. existentialism. california. more lesbian subtext. earring magic ken. what a movie

[bfpnola]

ID 1: Screenshot of a post by @/key48return on Instagram. Background is of a globe with pinpoints of the israeli flag all over North and South America. Title reads in all caps, “israel is involved in oppression all over the world not just in Palestine…” A yellow arrow points right underneath the title. End ID

ID 2: In all caps, “ISRAEL'S INVOLVED IN:

THE RWANDAN GENOCIDE - 1994

ISRAEL EXPORTED SUBSTANTIAL WEAPONS AND ARMS TO THE HUTU MILITIAS WHO MASSACRED OVER 1 MILLION TUTSI CIVILIANS IN RWANDA ACROSS THE DURATION OF 100 DAYS.

WEAPONS USED IN THE GENOCIDE INCLUDED ISRAELI-MADE 5.56MM BULLETS, RIFLES AND GRENADES. THE RWANDAN GENOCIDE IS RECOGNISED AS THE WORST GENOCIDE IN MODERN HISTORY. ISRAEL HAS REPEATEDLY ATTEMPTED TO CONCEAL THEIR ARMS EXPORTS TO RWANDA BEFORE AND DURING THE GENOCIDE, FEARING PROSECUTION.”

Black and white photos below are shown of various Rwandan children in graveyards or in makeshift tents just trying to get by. End ID.

ID 3: In all caps, “ISRAEL'S INVOLVED IN:

APARTHEID SOUTH AFRICA 1948 - 1994

ISRAEL WAS A STAUNCH ALLY TO THE SOUTH AFRICAN APARTHEID REGIME, PROVIDING ANTI-RIOT VEHICLES AND ARMS TO USE AGAINST THE NATIVE BLACK POPULATION, ASSISTING THE REGIME IN CREATING NUCLEAR BOMBS AND ISRAEL ALSO OPPOSED THE GLOBAL EMBARGO AND BOYCOTT OF APARTHEID SOUTH AFRICA.

FOR DECADES, THE ZIONIST FEDERATION IN SOUTH AFRICA HONOURED MEN SUCH AS PERCY YUTAR, WHO PROSECUTED NELSON MANDELA FOR SABOTAGE AND CONSPIRACY AGAINST THE STATE IN 1963 AND SENT HIM TO JAIL FOR LIFE. (FOR WHICH HE SERVED 27 YEARS)”

Black and white photos below showcase a Black man being held in a chokehold by a white man, two Black people on their knees and hands up trying not to get shot, and a sign that reads in english and afrikaans “white area.” End ID.

ID 4: In all caps, “ISRAEL'S INVOLVED IN:

MAYAN GENOCIDE 1960 - 1996

THROUGHOUT THE GUATEMALAN CIVIL WAR FROM 1960-1996, OVER 200,000+ INDIGENOUS MAYANS WERE MURDERED BY STATE FORCES, AND OVER ONE MILLION MORE DISPLACED, IN WHAT IS REFERRED TO TODAY AS THE MAYAN GENOCIDE.

THE GUATEMALAN STATE FORCES RESPONSIBLE WERE ARMED AND TRAINED BY ISRAEL. WHEN THE U.S. GOVERNMENT SUSPENDED MILITARY FUNDING TO THE GUATEMALAN STATE FORCES IN 1977 IN THE MIDST OF THE MAYAN GENOCIDE, ISRAEL GAVE THEM OVER $38 BILLION WORTH OF ARMS TO FILL THE GAP. THE 'GALIL' ASAULT RIFLE, AN ISRAELI-MADE WEAPON, WAS STANDARD ISSUE FOR THE GUATEMALAN ARMY BY 1980, WITH THE STATE OWNED SMALL-ARMS PRODUCTION FACILITY IN ALTA VERAPAZ PRODUCING ITS AMMUNITION UNDER ISRAELI ARMS LICENCES.”

Below are multiple in-color photos of Mayan families mourning, one photo in particular which shows indigenous Mayans carrying a seemingly endless line of coffins off into the distance. End ID.

ID 5: In all caps, “ISRAEL'S INVOLVED IN:

SREBRENICA - 1995

ALSO KNOWN AS THE SREBRENICA GENOCIDE. IN 1995 OVER 8,000+ BOSNIAN MUSLIMS WERE MASSACRED BY SERBIAN ARMY FORCES ARMED AND TRAINED BY ISRAEL. SERBIAN FORCES ETHNICALLY CLEANSED OVER 250,000+ MUSLIMS IN TOTAL ACROSS CROATIA AND BOSNIA.

TENS OF THOUSANDS OF OTHERS WERE WOUNDED, STARVED, WOMEN WERE MASS RAPED AND MANY WERE INCARCERATED IN CONCENTRATION CAMPS. MANY OF THOSE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE GENOCIDE FLED TO ISRAEL, WHERE THEY WERE GRANTED ISRAELI CITIZENSHIP IN ORDER TO AVOID ARREST AND PROSECUTION FOR CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY.”

Once again, the in-color photos below show various peoples mourning. Two of the photos specifically show people reaching their hands out over extremely long lists of just names of people who have died. End ID.

ID 6: In all caps, “ISRAEL'S INVOLVED IN:

TRAINING U.S. POLICE

SINCE 1990, HUNDREDS OF AMERICAN POLICE OFFICERS, INCLUDING AGENTS FROM THE FBI, CIA AND IMMIGRATION AND CUSTOMS ENFORCEMENT (ICE), HAVE EITHER BEEN SENT TO ISRAEL THROUGH POLICE TRAINING EXCHANGES, OR ATTENDED SUMMITS WITHIN THE U.S. THAT WERE SPONSORED BY ISRAELI LOBBY ORGANISATIONS.

THE KNEE-TO-NECK 'RESTRAINT' THAT DEREK CHAUVIN MURDERED GEORGE FLOYD WITH, IS OFTEN USED BY ISRAELI POLICE AND SOLIDERS AGAINST PALESTINIANS.

BLACK LIVES MATTER.”

Photos below are in-color and show various B.L.M. protests. End ID.

ID 7: In all caps, “ISRAEL'S INVOLVED IN:

ARMING INDIA'S VIOLENCE IN KASHMIR

INDIA IS ISRAEL'S LARGEST ARMS CLIENT, MAKING UP OVER 45% OF ISRAEL'S ARMS SALES. BUYING ISRAELI AMMUNITION AND AIR-TO-GROUND MISSILES, ON THE PREMISE THEY HAVE BEEN 'BATTLE-TESTED' ON PALESTINIANS IN GAZA. ISRAEL PROVIDES INDIA WITH THE ARMS INDIA USES TO MILITARILY OCCUPY KASHMIR AND BRUTALISE KASHMIRI'S.

SINCE 1989, OVER 100,000+ KASHMIRIS HAVE BEEN KILLED BY INDIAN FORCES. WITH OVER 7,200+ KASHMIRIS BEING MURDERED IN INDIAN POLICE CUSTODY, OVER 110,000+ KASHMIRI CHILDREN HAVE BEEN ORPHANED, AND MORE THAN 11,000+ KASHMIRI WOMEN HAVE BEEN RAPED BY INDIAN OCCUPATION FORCES. IN ADDITION, OVER 7,000+ UNNAMED MASS GRAVES HAVE BEEN DISCOVERED WITH THOUSANDS OF VICTIMS.”

The photos below show israel and india’s leaders shaking hands and various armed indian soldiers stopping Kashmiris for unnecessary checks. End ID.

ID 8: In all caps, “ISRAEL'S INVOLVED IN:

PINOCHET COUP - CHILE 1973

CIA BACKED DICTATOR, AUGUSTO PINOCHET TOOK OVER CHILE ON SEPTEMBER 11, 1973. OVERTHROWING ITS DEMOCRATICALLY ELECTED PRESIDENT, SALVADOR ALLENDE. THE NEXT DAY HIS FORCES BEGAN KIDNAPPING ANYONE THEY SUSPECTED OF BEING LEFT WING AND PLACED THEM IN CONCENTRATION CAMPS.

PINOCHET'S SECRET POLICE, DINA (DIRECCION DE INTELIGENCIA NACIONAL) RAN THOSE CONCENTRATION CAMPS AND TORTURE CENTRES, AND THEY FREQUENTLY ABDUCTED, 'DISAPPEARED' AND EXECUTED CHILEAN CIVILIANS. ISRAEL TRAINED DINA AND WAS ALSO ONE OF PINOCHET'S MAIN ARMS SUPPLIERS.”

Black and white photos below showcase various scenes of armed DINA officers, with one photo in particular showing them in a tank over bodies on the ground, presumably dead. End ID.

ID 9: In all caps, “ISRAEL'S INVOLVED IN:

ETHNICALLY CLEANSING ARMENIANS - ONGOING

ISRAEL HAS BEEN FUNDING AND ARMING AZERBAIJAN'S MILITARY SINCE 1988, ARMS WHICH HAVE BEEN USED TO KILL ARMENIAN CIVILIANS THROUGHOUT AZERBAIJAN'S ONGOING ETHNIC CLEANSING OF ARTSAKH. THE ISRAELI REGIME SUPPLIES AZERBAIJAN WITH OVER 70% OF ITS MILITARY ARSENAL.

IN ADDITION TO PROVIDING THE ARMS TO KILL ARMENIANS, ISRAEL ALSO REFUSES TO RECOGNISE THE ARMENIAN GENOCIDE, COMMITTED BY THE OTTOMAN EMPIRE (TURKEY) FROM 1914-1923, WHO SYSTEMATICALLY MURDERED OVER 1.5 MILLION ARMENIAN CIVILIANS.”

Photos below show israel and azerbaijan’s leaders shaking hands, azerbaijan’s soldiers menacingly standing in front of someone wrapped in an Armenian flag, and Armenians mourning over a shrine with their flags all around them. End ID.

ID 10: In all caps, “THE PALESTINIAN STRUGGLE FOR FREEDOM IS CONNECTED TO STRUGGLES ALL AROUND THE WORLD.

BECAUSE OPPRESSORS LIKE ISRAEL ARE NOT ONLY UPHOLDING OPPRESSION AGAINST ONE POPULATION, ITS ALWAYS INTERCONNECTED TO OPPRESSING MANY MORE.

FREE PALESTINE.” No photos at the bottom of this slide. End ID.

[manifesto-of-a-femcel]

Beautiful Movies All Girls Should Watch

A list of movies that touch on coming of age, romance and complex female emotions.

May (2002): A socially awkward veterinary assistant with a lazy eye and obsession with perfection descends into depravity after developing a crush on a boy with perfect hands.

Audition (1999): A widower takes an offer to screen girls at a special audition, arranged for him by a friend to find him a new wife. The one he fancies is not who she appears to be after all.

Helter Skelter (2012): Top star Lilico undergoes multiple cosmetic surgeries to her entire body. As her surgeries show side effect, Lilico makes the lives of those around her miserable as she tries to deal with her career and her personal problems.

Ginger Snaps (2000): Two death-obsessed sisters, outcasts in their suburban neighborhood, must deal with the tragic consequences when one of them is bitten by a deadly werewolf.

The Craft (1996): A newcomer to a Catholic prep high school falls in with a trio of outcast teenage girls who practice witchcraft, and they all soon conjure up various spells and curses against those who anger them.

Malèna (2000): Amidst the war climate, a teenage boy discovering himself becomes love-stricken by Malèna, a sensual woman living in a small, narrow-minded Italian town.

Perfect Blue (1997): A retired pop singer turned actress’ sense of reality is shaken when she is stalked by an obsessed fan and seemingly a ghost of her past.

Rosemary’s Baby (1968): A young couple trying for a baby moves into an aging, ornate apartment building on Central Park West, where they find themselves surrounded by peculiar neighbors.

The Virgin Suicides (1999): A group of male friends become obsessed with five mysterious sisters who are sheltered by their strict, religious parents in suburban Detroit in the mid 1970s.

Sucker Punch (2011): A young girl institutionalized by her abusive stepfather retreats to an alternative reality as a coping strategy and envisions a plan to help her escape.

Piggy (2022): An overweight teen is bullied by a clique of cool girls poolside while holidaying in her village. The long walk home will change the rest of her life.

The Love Witch (2016): A modern-day witch uses spells and magic to get men to fall in love with her, with deadly consequences.

Pearl (2022): In 1918, a young woman on the brink of madness pursues stardom in a desperate attempt to escape the drudgery, isolation and lovelessness of life on her parents' farm.

Girl, Interrupted (1999): Based on writer Susanna Kaysen's account of her 18-month stay at a mental hospital in the late 1960s.

Black Swan (2010): Nina is a talented but unstable ballerina on the verge of stardom. Pushed to the breaking point by her artistic director and a seductive rival, Nina's grip on reality slips, plunging her into a waking nightmare.

Gone Girl (2014): With his wife's disappearance having become the focus of an intense media circus, a man sees the spotlight turned on him when it's suspected that he may not be innocent.

Jennifer’s Body (2009): A newly-possessed high-school cheerleader turns into a succubus who specializes in killing her male classmates. Can her best friend put an end to the horror?

Bones And All (2022): Coming of age romance about two cannibals

In the Mood for Love (2000): Two neighbors form a strong bond after both suspect extramarital activities of their spouses. However, they agree to keep their bond platonic so as not to commit similar wrongs.

Brokeback Mountain (2005): Ennis and Jack are two shepherds who develop a sexual and emotional relationship. Their relationship becomes complicated when both of them get married to their respective girlfriends.

Call Me By Your Name (2017): In 1980s Italy, romance blossoms between a seventeen-year-old student and the older man hired as his father's research assistant.

Maurice (1986): Two English school chums find themselves falling in love at Cambridge. To regain his place in society, Clive gives up Maurice and marries. While staying with Clive and his wife, Maurice discovers romance in the arms of the gamekeeper Alec.

Y Tu Mamá También (2001): In Mexico, two teenage boys and an attractive older woman embark on a road trip and learn a thing or two about life, friendship, sex, and each other.

Caroline (2009): An adventurous 11-year-old girl finds another world that is a strangely idealized version of her frustrating home, but it has sinister secrets.

Corpse Bride (2005): When a shy groom practices his wedding vows in the inadvertent presence of a deceased young woman, she rises from the grave assuming he has married her.

[gammija]

some notes on dates so i have them all in one spot:

- With tmagp its a lot easier to tell when stuff's happening than in tma, where we had to go by live statements only. in protocol, every case is appended with 'today's date', so we can say with precision that episode 1 happened on the 9th of January 2024, episode 2 on the 18th, episode 3 on the 22nd

- Hey, those are around the same dates the episodes aired! Seems like they might be going for a kind of real-time parallel timeline? We'll see if that lasts all 3 seasons, or if they get out of sync when multiple episodes need to cover the same event.

- Chester and Norris appeared "about a year ago", which would be somewhere around December 2022.

- According to RQ's website, the Magnus Institute burned down in 1999, and "almost 25 years ago [from tmagp's timeframe]"

- In tma, the world ended in October 2018. Though there's no canonical timeline for how long it lasted, Jonny said in a Q&A he had imagined about 6 months, and Alex iirc said something like a year, landing mag200 in 2019. The episode itself aired in March 2021.

- None of those dates are anywhere near either the Institute burning down or Chester and Norris appearing, but dimension travel does canonically fuck with timelines. It's not impossible that the events of mag200 are what caused tmagp's weirdness - but it's not a guarantee either.

- Colin and Alice are heavily implied to have already been working at the OIAR for a while by the time Chester, Norris and Augustus appeared, the system dates to the mid-90s according to Alice, and both imply it's always been an incomprehensible mess. So whatever is causing Fr3-d1's weirdness, seems like it's not caused directly by either the Institute burning down or Chester and Norris appearing.

- TMA dates of potential relevancy: Jon was born around 1988, Martin 1988 or 1987, making them a few years older than Sam (16th October 1990, according to the ARG) and presumably Alice, but the right age to have been kids in the Institute in Protocols timeline. Leitners library burned down in 1996, Mr Spider happened to Jon soon after when he was 8.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hello~!

So may I request a poly ghost face (from 1996) where they have an autistic trans!reader. Ik a lot (I'm projecting) the reader stims vocally by mimicking what they say, and they have a special interest (am like bugs, gore, sharks, dinosaurs, something around those lines yk? I feel like gore would fit) the reader rambles and rants Abt their special interest a lot! Just those kinds of things. I feel like you'd be able to capture this perfectly, thank you! Have a wonderful time zone :)

Poly Ghostface x autistic trans male reader

Headcanons

I always headcanon Stu as having something like ADHD, or just more hyperactive autism.

Been a while since I wrote about these two, huh? I’ve kinda missed em, ngl. Hope it’s alright I took some liberties with the hyperfixations :)

I can imagine that maybe you were friends with Stu when you were kids, because you were both “weird” in other people’s opinion. Stu because he was too hyperactive and could never sit still, and you because of your weird interests and how you were quite antisocial at times.

Time would pass, you guys would grow older. Stu would become someone popular, as his erratic and hyper personality becomes something others admire because he’s fun, whilst you stay being the weirdo with too much interest in medical texts, insects, and decomposition.

Neither of you meant to do it, but you would grow apart. Stu would get his new friends, specifically Billy, and you would stay by yourself burying yourself in your special interests. Its not strange to find you flipping through medical books or books about the horrors of war and medical malpractice. The more pictures the better.

When its not medical texts and war pictures with as much gorey detail as possible in the text and pictures, you can be found reading about death and the work of being a mortician, the way a body decays, and all that.

And when its neither of those things, you can be found looks at bugs, lifting rocks or moving trash to see what critters you can find. You have a sketchbook you like to draw in, three ones at that, one for each hyperfixation since you don’t wanna mix the information in them.

Its in the many niche medical books you learn about being transgender, and suddenly how uncomfortable you are in your own body makes sense. You don’t need any friends, or your families support to transition, that’s what you tell yourself at least.

You haven’t really had any real friends since you split form Stu when you were kids, and your creepy interests chase off anyone who might attempt to befriend you.

So, when you show up one day to school and openly tell people you are now a boy, no one really questions it, because why would they? You’re already weird, and compared to all your other quirks, being a boy is probably the most normal thing about you.

Through all these years you haven’t experienced as much bullying as you probably would have anywhere else, all thanks to Billy and Stu.

Stu because he still sees you as his friend in some way, and Billy because he’s fascinated by you. One day after you had come out, he walked behind you and saw you drawing detailed diagrams of top surgery in grotesque detail, and Billy has been hooked since.

At some point you and Billy would end up talking, one way or another. Maybe it was at the video store around Halloween one night, maybe the year Sidney’s mom died, and Billy would ask your opinion on the horror movie selection.

Youd grimace and say they sucked since the gore was so unrealistic, which Billy, the freak, would definitely ask into why you thought so. This would lead to you infodumping to him for a long time, going through multiple movies and explaining how its unrealistic and what would have made it better.

As infodumping goes, you don’t even realize how long you’ve been standing there talking to one of the hottest guy at your school about fictional gore, until Randy has to tell you guys that the store is closing soon.

You end up getting real embarrassed about wasting his time like that, which Billy is quick to tell you that nothing was wasted because he loved talking about it with you and hearing what you had to say. He would love to talk again some time.

You don’t really believe him, until he searches you out the next day in your shared free period when you are sitting outside drawing bugs and beetles, dragging Stu with him of all people. You haven’t actually interacted with Stu in a while, so you cringe and get jitters when he hugs you and gets into your personal space.

Its Billy who has to remind him of personal space, and before you know it, they’ve asked in about your special interests, and then they just sit back as you infodump and show them the pictures and drawings you have in all three of your sketchbooks, making the two Woodsboro killers fall for you harder and harder.

Time would pass and you three would start spending a lot of time together, Billy and Stu always hanging around you to listen to what you have to say, never growing tired no matter how much you infodump.

Stu would be the first to confess his feelings, as he feels fast and he feels strong, so one day when you two are laying on his bed and you’re talking about the difference between two beetles who look almost the exact same, whilst also talking about lungs and how they’re built, Stu just leans over and kisses you.

You would be so confused, until Stu tells you that he really likes you, he would even spill the beans that Billy feels the same way too. As if summoned, Billy would show up and Stu would be all like “right Billy? You like him too, right?” and Billy would facepalm cuz he planned on confessing in a much better way.

But hed agree and say he fell pretty damn hard for you, but neither rushes you in your decision as they know it’s a big step. I can imagine Stu also rambling about how hes always liked you since you were kids, even before you transitioned, and how he actually started liking you even more afterwards because you looked so much more comfortable with yourself and who you were.

At some point you would come to the conclusion that you felt the same way, and boom, now you got two boyfriends who like you for who you are, and would stab a bitch if they tried to disrespect you in any way, shape, or form.

When the ghostface killings happen, you wouldn’t be at the party since they are super overstimulating, but you would go to the hospital to check on Billy and Stu since they are the only “survivors”.

I thought it would be funny if you developed a special interest in the ghostface killers and started a fourth sketchbook filled with your notes and theories, but you would keep it hidden form Billy and Stu because you fear it would trigger their trauma, since you don’t know they are the killers.

The fourth sketchbook would also have rants you can’t put anywhere else, like how certain people have hatecrimed you because of your gender, or because you are “weird”, and how some dark sick part of your brain wants the ghostface killers to kill them.

At some point your boyfriends would find the sketchbook and go through it together, whistling as they see the detailed analysis made for each kill, and how you are so close to figuring it out. But when they read all the stuff you’ve written you never told them, it angers them that people have been hurting you without them knowing.

You wouldn’t have told them since you didn’t want to worry them, and it wasn’t their fight in your opinion. Billy and Stu decide that they have to pull out the masks once more, seems they have a couple of horrible people to get rid of for mistreating you.

Imagine your surprise when one night you walk into your room stimming with both your hands and repeating stuff that Billy and Stu said earlier that day, only to find not one, but two people wearing ghostface gear in your room.

It takes you a little too long to even spot them as you were scribbling in your death sketchbook, having gotten a sudden spark of inspiration on the way home from your apprenticeship as the local funeral home.

You almost get to scream before they pounce, never actually hurting you but clamping a hand over your mouth, their gloves wet with what you can smell is blood. After they make you promise to stay quiet, they unmask and reveal who they are.

You buffer like an old computer for a little too long, before smacking the shit out of both of them, wacking them in the chest for not telling you. Your opinion on death and murder are probably really twisted, and the people they’ve killed have either hurt you or you had no relationship with them.

It does light up every light in your hyperfixations though, and you might demand them to explain what killing someone is like, or what a freshly killed body looks like for your sketchbooks.

Billy would grin and try to kiss you, because how can you be so perfect? But you’d wave him off with a grimace and demand Stu explain once again what it was like stabbing someone so you can get it all down in your book.

I don’t know if youd join them as a third Ghostface, but they might take you along every now and then, letting you roam the place after they’ve done their thing if the chance is there. I could imagine them taking pictures of things for you too.

I’m imagining them both dressed up as ghostface, except no mask, both kissing at your cheeks and neck and being all lovey dovey and almost purring, whilst you are sketching down the different pictures and notes about them.

They love you so much, its insane. You’re gonna have them hanging on you for the rest of your life, sorry man, I don’t make the rules. Even if you move to another city and start studying to be a professor or like, investigator for the FBI, they would go with you. It would even help them in their Ghostface work as you are an expert in them not getting caught.

[angstics]

multiple books including material from my chem are coming out this year!

"Where Are Your Boys Tonight? The Oral History of Emo's Mainstream Explosion 1999-2008" by Chris Payne (June 6, 2023, preorder link) -- Includes interview with Mikey Way (src)

“Top Eight: How MySpace Changed Music” by Michael Tedder (August 15, 2023, preorder link) -- Includes interview with Frank Iero

"Negatives: A Photographic Archive of Emo (1996-2006)" by Amy Fleisher Madden (Oct 24, 2023, preorder link) -- Includes essay by Frank Iero, photos by Mark Beemer

projects 1+3 also include photos of my chem from the 2000s. exciting stuff :-)

[bratzforchris]

Scream (Part I), C. Sturniolo

Summary: Ever since you were a little girl, you've always loved horror and slasher movies. When Chris finds out about this, he decides to indulge you in your deepest, darkest fantasies about the one and only Ghostface.

Pairing: Chris x feminine reader

Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood/gore/murder and stalking/obsessive behavior, fingering, oral (f receiving), pussy drunk!Chris, dirty talk

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: This is part one of a two (or multiple) part work! This part isn't entirely scary, it's more like background for part two, however, I wouldn't recommend this work for you if you scare easily/struggle with paranoia. Your mental health comes first<3 Chris isn't Ghostface in this part but just you wait ;)

You smiled as you pulled your Nightmare Before Christmas blanket closer around you, adjusting yourself in the blanket fort you had made on your living room floor. You were waiting for Chris to get home from filming a video, eager for the night ahead. It was your Friday night movie night, and this was your week to pick the movie. Luckily for you, this particular Friday had fallen on October 1st, which began your favorite time of the year. “Slasher Season” as you liked to call it, ran the entire month of October and allowed you to engage in your guilty pleasure. Ever since you were a little girl, you had loved all things horror. Odd for a little girl? Yes, but then again, you had grown up with older brothers and had wanted to be just like them. 

The sound of rain and chill, autumn air pounded against the glass window panes, making you giddy with anticipation. Between the ambience, your blanket fort, and the soft, orange lamps you had turned on, it was the perfect setting to watch your all-time favorite slasher film with your favorite person. You always watched Scream,1996 as your first movie of the season, due to the fact that it had been the first true horror film you had ever seen and because Ghostface held a rather…special place in your heart. 

You decided to text Chris and ask him if he wanted hot chocolate while you waited, unsure of showing your boyfriend this movie to begin with. Chris knew that you loved horror movies, but he had never really watched one with you, seeing as how you two had only been dating since March. You also knew that beneath his “I’m a tough guy” exterior, Chris was a soft and sensitive guy, and as much as you wanted to share your interests with him, you didn’t want to terrify him. Maybe the hot chocolate would lighten the mood a bit. 

You: do you want hot chocolate? i’m showing you my favorite movie EVER tonight and i want it to be extra special

Chris: that’s a silly question, ma. ofc i do 💓

You smiled, momentarily pulling yourself out of your fort and padding towards the kitchen to make the warm drinks. Your heart thudded happily as you mixed the warm milk with the cocoa powder dividing it evenly between your Grim Reaper mug and Chris’s Pepsi mug. You heard the door to your apartment click, and in came Chris, already sporting soft pajama pants and an oversized hoodie. He slipped his shoes off, placing them with your own by the door, before padding into the kitchen. 

“Smells good.” Your boyfriend smiled, wrapping you in a hug from behind and happily burying his nose in your neck. 

You kissed Chris’s cheek and picked up the mugs, scooting out of his hold and trekking to the living room. “C’mon Chrissy, it’s initiation time.” You giggled. 

“No ‘I missed you!’ or ‘How was your day?’?” Chris fake scoffed, sitting down on the couch as you placed the mugs on the coffee table. “You’d think whatever this movie is has you like, horny or something.”

You bit your lip, ignoring Chris’s comment and plopping down in his lap. “It’s a cinematic masterpiece, actually,” You found the remote wedged between the couch cushions, migrating to Netflix and turning on the streaming service. While you waited for the app to load, you looked at Chris, who had his fingers running through your hair, a sleepy smile on his face. “But seriously, this is my favorite Halloween movie ever. I’m so excited to show it to you.”

Once the app had loaded, you turned around giddily, finding the movie. You hit play and then immediately paused the movie as the infamous Ghostface mask stared back at the both of you. You eagerly picked up your hot chocolate and passed Chris his own, pulling your Jack and Sally blanket over your legs. Chris kissed your neck softly as you took a sip of your drink, fully engrossed in the movie. He had no idea what he was about to experience, but at the same time, he thought your eagerness over a silly Halloween movie was adorable. 

“So, um, what exactly are we watching?” Chris asked softly, rubbing the small of your back. 

“You’ll see.” You smiled.

Drew Barrymore as Casey Becker picked up the white landline phone, and you felt yourself smile with excitement. Between her fake flirty voice to the unknown caller, her cheeky little smile, and then the sound of Ghostface’s voice filtering through the phone, you had to remind yourself that this was a movie as you clenched your thighs slightly. In your deepest, darkest fantasies, the ones you only allowed yourself to engage in during the late hours of the night after Chris had fallen asleep, you were Casey Becker. 

If Chris noticed, he didn’t let on. He just continued to kiss down your neck and rub your back, eyes trained on the screen. It wasn’t until Casey ran out to the pool area to see her boyfriend dead and tied to a chair with his guts spilling out that Chris cringed. “What in the fuck do you have me watching, ma?”

You paused the movie and huffed, slightly irritated that Chris was dragging you out of your thoughts. “You actually don't know what movie this is, Chrissy? Did you grow up under a rock?”

Chris shrugged, studying you as you fake-pouted at him. “Why don’t you let me in on your little secret then, huh? Tell me what I’m watching.”

“It’s Scream from 1996. The Wes Craven one.” You rolled your eyes childishly, shoving his chest. “I’m equating Boston to a rock now, because you’re telling me you never watched this?”

“Nope,” Chris shook his head. “Never.”

“You have no culture.” You joked, kissing his lips and pressing play on the movie once again. 

The scene continued to unfold, with Casey running around her burning home with a knife. Chris cringed a bit when the girl was finally found by the wicked killer as he chased her with his knife, blood gurgling once he slit her throat. As Casey crawled through her luxurious yard, leaving a trail of blood in her wake, Chris finally knew what you two were watching. He had dressed up as Ghostface for Halloween during his junior year, more so as peer pressure from his friend group that was dressing up as characters from iconic horror films rather than because he actually wanted to. 

Chris hadn’t known anything about Scream or Ghostface beyond the white, ghoulish mask when he’d dressed up. He hadn’t even really thought about that night since, but now, he studied you as a twitch rolled through your body at the sight of the masked killer brandishing his knife. You had leaned closer to the television, your eyes alight with the sick excitement of it all. Chris remembered that specific Halloween clearer now; several girls had come up to him during the night, asking for his number. The few that were really brave had even asked for a game of cat and mouse, fluttering their lashes as they subconsciously moved closer to him. Your boyfriend was pulled from his thoughts when he felt you unintentionally grind into his lap, your thighs clenched harder than before. 

“You okay? You’re moving a lot.” Chris asked you, nibbling at your ear as he rubbed slow circles on your upper thigh. 

“Mhm. Why?” You asked, hoping Chris wouldn’t notice the blush creeping onto your cheeks or the real reason you were so fidgety. 

You avoided your boyfriend’s searching eyes, keeping your own trained on the screen. Billy Loomis and Stu Macher were on screen, teasing their girlfriends, which made you smile and grind into Chris’s lap just enough that he hopefully wouldn’t notice. 

“I have a question for you. A serious one.” Chris said after a moment, turning your chin softly away from the TV screen so that you were looking him in the eyes. 

You paused the movie so you wouldn’t miss anything before turning to your boyfriend. “What’s up?”

Chris’s lips curled into a smirk as he kissed your own before speaking lowly. “Do you get turned on by this?”

You let out an unnecessarily loud laugh, shoving Chris’s shoulders. “Why do you say that? Are you turned on or something?”

“Well for one,” Chris began to tick off on his fingers. “You keep clenching your thighs. Two, you keep wiggling around. Three, there’s that glimmer in your eyes that you always have when you’re turned on.” he hummed, thumb moving to mess with the waistband of your pajama pants. 

“That means nothing,” You scoffed, hoping Chris couldn’t feel your rapidly beating heart against his chest. “I’m just…feeling the effects that come with watching a horror movie.” You chuckled nervously. 

Chris said nothing more, opting to trail kisses across your face and neck, hand still fiddling with your pajama pants. Before you could protest, your boyfriend thrust his hand towards your heat. “If you aren’t turned on, why are you dripping on my fuckin’ lap?” he snorted. 

You began to unintentionally grind into Chris’s hand, before remembering his allegations and pulling away. “Shut up.” You grumbled cutely, playfully hitting his shoulder to hide your blush. 

“Do you like the idea of being chased?” Chris asked you, tilting your chin up to look at him. “Being prey at her predator’s mercy? Huh, baby?” With the questions, he began to palm you through the fabric of your bottoms, a toying smirk on his face. Chris’s questions only caused your blush to deepen as you hid your face in his chest, nodding softly. Your boyfriend chuckled as he continued to rub circles on your back. “I think it’s cute.”

“You don’t think it’s weird?” You asked, raising your head from Chris’s shoulder and looking into his deep, blue eyes. 

Chris just kissed you softly, running his thumb across your jaw. “I don’t,” he told you, tilting his head to study you. “I have another question.”

“Go on since you’ve already stripped me of my dignity.” You giggled, trying relentlessly to cool your burning face. 

“Would you want to…um, try…something like that sometime?” Chris began to blush as well as he looked at you, judging your body language to see how you would react.

“Like in bed or…?” You asked, cocking your head as your interest piqued.

“Or out of bed if you want,” Chris shrugged, his smile growing. “I wanna make those dirty little fantasies come true.” he added, poking at your side. 

“How would that work?” You questioned. “I’m not into voyeurism, Christopher.” You added with a teasing glare. 

“I could make it work,” Your boyfriend stated, that cocky look that you knew all too well on his face. “Y’know, get a cheap burner and send you creepy messages. Make you feel like I’m watching you 24/7, obsessing over your every move. And maybe, just maybe, I could get a Ghostface mask.” he smiled. 

“You’re serious?” You asked him, the heat between your legs beginning to throb at his proposition. 

“Deadly. Maybe I’ll even get a knife. Who knows,” Chris hummed, sucking on your neck softly. “Where would be the fun in me telling you every detail, though?”

“Wow…and here I was thinking you were vanilla.” You snorted, trying desperately to keep your hormones from taking over. 

Even though Chris fucked rough and often, you never really went beyond the usual sex positions or “normal” kinks. You had only been with him for about seven months now, and as trustworthy as Chris was, you had been rather scared to tell him about your unconventional turn-ons. The idea that he was proposing a game of cat and mouse, one that involved chasing and stalking was beyond you, but you couldn’t say you were mad about it. 

“Well, I didn’t know you were such a dirty girl,” Chris licked his lips, voice getting deeper. “A little slut who gets turned on by being hunted. But now,” he paused to chuckle. “I know what you really like.” Chris smiled, groping your ass. 

“I’m not a…slut.” You panted as Chris traced circles across your damp crotch. 

“That’s denial, hun. First stage.” Chris hummed with a smirk, flipping so that your back was against the couch cushions and he was on top of you. 

Your Nightmare Before Christmas blanket had long been forgotten and had been haphazardly tossed to the floor. Chris began to nip at your neck more roughly now, leaving bruising skin in his wake. You didn’t make a single shred of protest as Chris wedged his hand into your panties, rubbing slow, lazy circles on your clit. 

“Say, baby,” he smiled, voice husky in your ear as he kissed your neck. “Do you wanna play a game with me?”

You nodded, whimpering slightly as Chris moved to yank down your pajama pants and panties with his teeth. Once he had rid you completely of your bottoms, Chris spread your thighs wider, gazing hungrily at the feast before him. Not even giving you the chance to speak or adjust yourself, Chris threw his head between your thighs, lips caressing your slick folds with a warm, rough passion. 

The brunette licked from your sensitive little hole up towards your clit, flicking the bud with a few, fast strokes of his tongue. Your boyfriend spread your thighs wider with his large hands, devouring your pussy like he was absolutely starving. You panted and whined as Chris smashed your thighs closer around his head, making your back arch off the couch. 

“Chris…” You whimpered, tangling your hands in his curls as Chris lapped the juices from your cunt, before burying his tongue back in your hole. 

“God, tastes so fuckin’ good,” Chris moaned. “Little cunt’s all mine.”

Your boyfriend continued to eat your pussy, the feeling of your thighs clenching around his head just adding to the pleasure. Chris moved away from your hole and began to focus on your clit, teasing the nub with small nips and nibbles. You were already at the brink of orgasm and Chris had barely done anything. You threw your head back against the couch cushions, whimpering and writhing under his touch as he sucked on your clit. Little moans left your mouth as Chris slowly inserted one finger, then two into you, the sensations pushing you over the edge. 

“You gonna keep moaning like the slut you are?” Chris teased. “Let’s hear it, baby,” His dirty talk only pushed your sensual noises further as Chris fingered you and ate you out. Your hands were practically ripping at his hair as he devoured you, fingers curling towards the spot inside of you that was a surefire way to make you cum. “You’d think I’m trying to fucking kill you with the way you’re squeezing my head.” 

The way Chris moaned into your cunt was practically enough to send you over the edge. “Please, Chris…” You whined. “I–I need to…”

“Beg for it,” Chris lifted his head from your pussy for a moment to stare down at you, causing your breath to hitch in your throat, eyes practically rolling back in your head. “You never know when the last time you’ll get to cum will be.”

You let out a scream as your boyfriend thrust a third finger into you, sucking and licking away. The combination of his dirty talk, his threats, along with his fingers and lucious mouth had put you in a haze, your mind focused on how badly your stomach was aching with the need to climax. 

“I need your…fingers, Chris,” You panted, your cunt clenching around his hands. “Please.”

“Tastes so good. All mine–all fuckin…” Chris was beyond pussy drunk by this point, lapping up your juices as you came on his tongue. “So fuckin’...mph, good.” his loopy, obsessed groans rocked you harder as you writhed with orgasm. 

You shook as you came down from your high, hands still tangled in the brunette’s hair. Chris used his tongue to clean up the remaining mess you had made, finally lifting his head from between your thighs. His chin and jaw were a mess of your arousal, his blue eyes wide with lust and the feeling of being drunk on pussy. 

“Are you okay, hun?” he asked you, caressing your face. “I know that was…a lot.”

You smiled, your eyes glazed over with the feeling of being fucked out. “That was perfect.”

“Who knew such a sweet, innocent girl could be so dirty and depraved?” Chris chuckled. 

You shrugged, poking his chest. “I’m full of surprises.” You mumbled sleepily. 

Chris stood up softly, kissing your forehead and heading to the bathroom. He returned with a warm, wet washcloth, taking great care to clean up your mess and make you comfortable. Once your boyfriend had made sure you were okay, he tugged your pajama pants back on and helped you into his lap, pulling the blanket over you both once more. 

“Can we keep watching Scream? I need to get ideas.” he smirked, his tone ominous at the things he would do to future you. 

“Baby, if you do that again, we’ll never get through the movie.” You hummed, turning around and cupping his face. 

Chris shrugged. “I need to watch Scream to get ideas to make you scream.” he snorted, poking your sides at his corny joke. 

“You’re the worst, Christopher.” You rolled your eyes, turning back towards the TV. 

“Oh baby, just you wait.”

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[galaxymagitech]

Batfam Kill Counts

I believe that the kill counts for the Batfam are in the following order: 1. Jason (~500); 2. Tim (100-300); 3. Alfred (20-100); 4. Damian (~50); 5. Bruce (5-10); 6. Dick (1-5); 7. Cass (1)

However, based on the absolute certain facts and not just speculation, kill counts are as follows, I believe: 1. Jason (83 confirmed); 2. Alfred (many); 3. Damian (3+); 4&5. Cass & Bruce (1); 6. Dick (1-ish); 7. Everyone else (0)

These aren’t counting vampires or pre-crisis early Batman characterization. I have probably missed some stuff because I have only read some comics, but from what I’ve read and Google this is my general understanding.

Reasoning explained:

1. Jason — Jason has 83 confirmed kills, but honestly I don’t buy that he hasn’t killed more than that. I’m interpreting “confirmed” as in “we have absolute proof that the Red Hood killed them” whereas his actual kill count is much higher. I headcanon it as somewhere around 500 people, but the number could be in the thousands.

2. Tim — This one’s controversial…I personally think Tim killed people when blowing up the League of Assassins bases, but not nearly as many as people often say. He definitely blew up the bases BY blowing up their computer systems, and there are explosions shown. Probably around 100-300 people, as a side effect and not the goal.

3. Alfred — Served in the military, but people SEVERELY overestimate the number of kills a soldier would have from that, especially as he presumably wasn’t dropping bombs. In WWII estimates for average number of kills per soldier range from 5-20. Alfred was likely exceptional, but I doubt that he killed more than 100 people. He may actually be #4 on this list, with fewer kills than Damian.

4. Damian — Confirmed kills are Spook and Nobody, and he did those so easily that he has DEFINITELY killed routinely, but again, I think people attribute far more kills to him than he actually has done. He was raised in the League of Assassins, but they don’t just kill willy-nilly. He’s probably killed <10 people to prove he’s capable of it and <100 people (maybe even 0) for the League. Overall, I don’t buy that Damian has killed more than 60 people.

5. Bruce — I think he has accidentally killed a significant number of people. This one’s also controversial, but his methods are brutal and he’s been working for a long time. It’s likely that he’s done enough damage that the criminal dies in the hospital multiple times. He’s also done things like leaving KGBeast to die trapped underground or bleeding out unable to move in the tundra by his hand. I don’t think he’s watched someone die by his hands, but…yeah. He has also killed Darkseid for sure.

6. Dick — Killed Joker (who was revived soon afterwards, so it half-counts), has also worked with Batman so long that I think he has killed other people by accident too. Has also displayed disregard for if his actions result in a criminal being killed by other criminals, especially early on in Nightwing (1996). Considers himself to have killed Blockbuster, but…yeah no.

7. Cass — 1 confirmed kill. After that, she ran and put in a large amount of effort to avoid killing ever again. She became evil, but I’m pretty sure this has been unwritten and most people refuse to accept it anyway.

To my knowledge, Steph, Barbara, and Duke haven’t killed anyone, and likely have not accidentally killed anyone either due to their methods.

Of course, feel free to disagree!