#schoolbus graveyard

[thurio-edau]

what ofc im gonna finish the analysis im not doing dumb stuff don't worr

i just feel the need to make content but too lazy to do actual shit and can't draw this weekend help

[bugg-onthewall]

Smol boy

[womp-womp-waa]

While they were speeding to the hospital, Tyler in Taylor's and their mums arms. Taylor hadn't spoken since she screamed Tyler's name. Only tears. Only quiet sobs. Nothing but absolute despair. Taylor's fear of losing her other half, if Tyler died she wouldn't know what to do with herself. How could she and mum live? They always relied on Tyler, maybe too much. Maybe if she didn't rely do much on him, they wouldn't be speeding down to the hospital now. Through tears she kept on repeating a silent pray in her head

'Please let him live'

[primalmagic]

when horror movies become therapy

it's been a year after the webtoon's final events, and the gang still can't watch real horror movies.

OR a sbg future au consisting purely of fluff, sleepovers, and, well, horror movies.

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You would think, that one year later, things would have settled down. That everyone would be trying to get their lives back together, figure things out, and leave the past far, far, behind them.

The truth could not be farther from that.

The six of them have huddled together on Ashlyn's slightly bouncy couch, watching a crappy horror movie that was way too loud and way too flashy.

Watching horror movies had become a tradition between them, like a "take that" to everything they'd been through. It was a slow climb, sure, but it was something to do, and it made them all feel a little bit accomplished. Not being scared of another movie felt like giving a middle finger to the horror movie they lived through- almost like a step towards being... normal again.

Plus, they got to do it together.

"Someday," Taylor mutters, "We'll have the guts to go and watch a real horror film without freaking out."

Aiden snorts, shifting on the couch to avoid being squished between Tyler and Ashlyn. "Please, you wouldn't last ten seconds in an actual movie theatre."

She flicks him in the shoulder and sighs in pretend exasperation, "Please, you didn't last ten seconds in an actual movie theatre." She retorts, raising her eyebrows.

Aiden looks away, slightly red and embarrassed, "That was like, three months ago! And it was scary, okay? The ghoul thing looked like a phantom. There's no way you weren't scared too."

She can't deny that she'd also been freaking out, but Aiden's vocal reaction had made the entire group laugh for hours. He'd gotten up on his chair and screamed curses at the theatre screen, then spider-jumped two rows down and bounced outside. No, literally, he was practically hopping, flailing his arms and running out the door like an Olympic sprinter. He denies it, for some reason, justifying it with a flick of his hand and an insistence of it being only for the dramatics.

"Never said we weren't scared," Ashlyn blurts, grabbing a handful of sweet-and-salty popcorn out of an oddly geometrically decorated bowl, "Just sayin' that you didn't need to run out like Logan did when we first met him."

Logan squawks indignantly, "I did not run when I first met you!" He gets up to snatch some popcorn from Ashlyn's bowl, and makes an unpleasant face when he pops one into his mouth. "God, this is like if table salt and caramel had a baby, and then left it alone in a cornfield for a century."

"It's delicious," Ashlyn frowns, "You're taste buds are just deformed."

"I-"

"Guys," Tyler groans, "Can we just watch the fucking movie?"

Aiden leans over to ruffle his hair, causing Tyler to squeak and try to move away. "Aw, poor Tyler," He snickers, "I think he's enjoying the movie. We should all be quiet and let him watch it, then."

"I'm not!" He protests, because the film is terrible and it would be incredibly embarrassing to enjoy it, "I just want you guys to shut up."

Taylor frowns, "No you don't," She declares, definitively.

He groans, "Either you guys watch the movie and shut up, or you turn off the movie and complain about disfigured salt babies for hours. There is no in-between."

Ben types something on his iPad and raises it for the rest to see, Both, please, and thank you. He smirks slightly, clearly proud of pissing Tyler off.

He groans, "You guys are exhausting, I'm leaving. I have to get to practice early tomorrow anyway."

"No!" Aiden screams, launching himself at the tired boy, "You are not allowed to leave, buddy. You are being held hostage by the Phantom Busters, please do not rebel in any form or way."

"I... plead the fifth?" He blinks, knowing that there isn't any way out of this.

"We're having a sleepover," Logan declares, "No negotiations necessary. Or allowed."

Tyler rolls his eyes, but his irritated persona is broken when he smiles, "Yeah, sure, fine, whatever."

Ashlyn grabs another handful of popcorn, "You know, you do have to ask the person whose house it is if you want to have a sleepover, right?"

"Nope," Aiden shrugs, "But I asked your mom already."

She snorts, throwing a piece of popcorn at him, "When the hell did you do that?"

It lands in Taylor's hair, and she swats it off quickly.

"Like, right before we started the movie? You just didn't see me 'cause I'm a fucking ninja," He finger-guns her and swirls around, "Now, if you will excuse me, I must notify my parents that they are free of another morning with me."

The movie has stopped playing, and when Ashlyn finally notices, she furrows her eyebrows, "When the hell did the movie turn off?"

Ben waves the remote and throws it to Aiden, who just put his phone down.

"It's been confisticated," Aiden declares, punching his hand in the air like he's holding a gold medal instead of a TV remote.

Logan sighs, "Confiscated," he corrects.

"That's what I fucking said!"

"Whatever," Taylor waves him off, "We can finish the movie tomorrow. You guys want to play charades?"

"Can I be a clown?"

She sighs, "It doesn't work like tha-"

"Don't worry, Aiden, you don't need to pretend," Tyler grins, then ducks away from the popcorn kernel Aiden chucks at him.

"I hate you," He snaps back, with no heat behind his words.

"Ditto," He replies, still basking in the warmth of Aiden's rage.

The blonde calms down rather quickly, or at least he hides his anger as fast as possible. "You know what, thank you. I am a wonderful clown and as I stand here today, I demand justice for all the clowns in the world! You have wronged them, Sir Tyler of the Hernandez." He bows dramatically.

Taylor wheezes, "I need to get that printed on a T-shirt, oh my god."

Aiden nods rapidly, "Oh my god, absolutely, we need matching T-shirts and like, earrings."

You don't even have your ears pierced. Ben types, sharing an amused glance with Logan.

"What about the clip-on things? We could totally get that!!"

Tyler flops back onto the couch, nearly knocking into Logan, who pushes him away lightly. "Aiden, you have too much energy right now, and it's almost midnight. Can we sleep now?"

Aiden looks at him like he's insane, "Who goes to sleep during a sleepover?"

"Me. Good night, Aiden," Tyler smiles, amused.

"Fine," He grumbles, "Let's get the sleeping bags out."

The fact that they all had sleeping bags at Ashlyn's house only proved that they had slept over way too many times to count. Not that she minded though, it was nice having people around, and now that she was comfortable with them, it was almost relaxing.

Sure, it got tiring sometimes, but it was a small price to pay.

Besides, without them, who else would she watch horror movies with?

[catpeaches]

NOOOOOO

[f0rtunes-fool]

This singular panel sums up Tyler and Aiden's friendship so well

[b3achysurfer]

teenagers in media acting like real teenagers will always hold a special place in my heart

[b3achysurfur]

it’s aidens fault they’re in the phantom world actually

[loganfields1supporter]

"Well gosh darn it" type aaah pose

[aidelynceo]

thinking about how aiden dyed his hair in the school bathroom??#!?#!$(*(

[thurio-edau]

would Tyler wear fishnet or a skirt if he lost a bet

it's for scientific purposes

[bugg-onthewall]

Its cannon guys

[womp-womp-waa]

Everything was too much for Ashlyn. The facility, learning that their parents were stuck in here and killing the infected. The minute she was thrown into the phantom realm, she moved away separating herself from the others. She killed someone, she killed a person. Sure they were infected, but still a person. Although as disgusting and grotesque they were still a person. Murderer. That's all she was a Murderer.

Everything felt too much, she didn't have ear plugs or headphones to protect herself from the sounds of others. She couldn't think, it was too much. Her skin felt itchy with the turtle neck, it felt like she couldn't breathe. Her skin didn't feel right, nothing felt right.

Shaking her hands and tapping her feet on the ground to try and rid herself of this awful horrendous feeling. The others rushed up to her, talking to her. She didn't hear them all that she knew was that it was too loud, everything was too much. She shouldn't be like this, why was she being like this. The group needed her. Her friends needed her. But when some touched her she immediately hit the person's hand away as she tried to back away as much as possible.

Get away. Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.Get away.

Hmm I wonder where I got this idea from. @moonbiine

[noxsn]

School bus graveyard incorrect quotes (3/3)

[catpeaches]

POV: Tyler to trees

[f0rtunes-fool]

I am not over this panel of Ben

angry lil creature.