#what the fuck is a soul pocus what the hell

[hauntingblue]

Whole cake island I love you I think

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Michael/Ashton (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

a little extra credit never hurt anybody - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) T, 4k

Summary: Michael and Ashton used to be best friends when they were younger, unfortunately Michael ditches Ashton for popularity when they get older. Things change when Ashton gets offered extra credit to tutor a failing student. That student so happens to be Michael Clifford.

are we something to each other (or are we just blowing smoke?) (ao3) - bellawritess T, 10k

Summary: A startled laugh escapes Michael, and he gently pushes against Ashton’s chest, though his hand lingers as if for a moment he considers holding Ashton in place instead. “You’re lame. And you’re not kissing me like that in front of your friends. I’m a respectable fake boyfriend, I don’t believe in gratuitous PDA.”

Gotta Be Cruel to be Kind (ao3) - fourdrunksluts E, 26k

Summary: "It’s just for a date or two." Calum sounds exasperated despite Michael's excuse being perfectly valid. "Ashton’s hot."

"Ashton’s a shrew," he corrects, voice biting. "I’m not going to… to tame him, or whatever, just so you can convince some twink to go on a mediocre date with you." 

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The fandom required 10 Things I Hate About You fic. 

He Drove Away The First of September, But I Remember (ao3) - senioritastyles G, 6k

Summary: "Hi." He calls, catching the cute worker's attention.

The worker looks up and fumbles around to put his phone away, his face awestruck as he looks at Ashton. "Uh, hi."

There's an awkward moment of silence as they both stare at each other, the sounds of the carnival fading into the background and Ashton feels his heart leap when the boy smiles. He's got on tight black skinny jeans and a Metallica t-shirt, his waist surrounded by what looks like a combination of a fanny pack and an apron. Ashton knows it's probably full of money and tickets even though no one is approaching is the booth to play, and he can't help but smile back at the boy. He's completely stricken by the boy's beauty, mesmerized by the enticing features and pale skin.

Or: Michael and Ashton meet right before Ashton has to go back to school.

It's something unpredictible, but in the end it's right (I hope you'll have the time of your life) (ao3) - orphan_account G, 4k

Summary: The 5SOS boys are babysitting a real life, small, fat, tiny, cute, little, useless, defenceless, and adorable baby. Oh dear.

"Just a bunch of fucking hocus pocus." (ao3) - pxnkspace M, 15k

Summary: It's just another boring Halloween night where Ashton has to babysit his brother and sister and miss out on the biggest party of the year. Until he manages to sneak out and bump into this strange boy he keeps seeing. Ashton doesn't believe in the supernatural. But after lighting the black flamed candle, the whole town is in for a hell of a night.

life is never like this (ao3) - merlypops T, 24k

Summary: The war is over and Ashton finds it hard to carry on until he meets Michael. Life goes on for Luke and Calum.

Mashton: Undercover (ao3) - HPFangirl71 M, 2k

Summary: When kisses undercover lead to something more....

Oh Christmas Lights, Keep Shining On (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) T, 3k

Summary: Michael and Ashton have won their town's Winter Decoration Competition for the past two years. This year, their new neighbors are going to give them a run for their money.

Playing With Chemistry (ao3) - fourdrunksluts E, 17k

Summary: It’s the busiest week of the year at the escape room Ashton manages, and it’s hard enough without Michael Clifford tempting him at every turn.

Rather Be a Riot Than Indifferent (ao3) - reversecow E, 10k

Summary: Michael Clifford hates Ashton Irwin. He's hated him ever since Ashton bumped into him without apologizing on the first day of his third year of university. He hates him more every time they interact, which is why it doesn't mean a thing that the soul marks inked all over Ashton's body match up so well with Michael's. Because there's no way the universe hates him that much.

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A University AU where Michael is stubborn and no matter what anyone else thinks, Ashton is absolutely not his soulmate.

Still Turning Out (ao3) - azsthztxc T, 11k

Summary: “He disappeared because what he does is run,” Calum corrects. “You freeze. He runs. You’re both incredibly opposite, but the same—you both keep thinking you can just escape the future and your problems. Guess what? No amount of staying in place or refusing to, is going to let you know more about yourself if you don’t let yourself be known.”

Temptation (ao3) - Maluminspace E, 5k

Summary: Michael is about to start his first term teaching at Hogwarts. Ashton tries to help build his confidence...

the future with you - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) T, 2k

Summary: Ashton and Michael have a disagreement when Valentine's Day is just around the corner. Ashton and Michael have never fought in the six years that they've been together. It's a horrible time for everyone involved.

there's glitter on the floor after the party - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) T, 1k

Summary: The aftermath of Michael and Ashton's first new year's eve party as a married couple.

Twice As Much Isn't Twice As Good (ao3) - FayeHunter T, 1k

Summary: Michael's pretty sure this much coffee can't be good for the cute law student coming into the coffee shop

we were just two kids thrown into the flames - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) T, 8k

Summary: Ashton Irwin's name is picked during the reaping for the 75th Hunger Games. Unfortunately, so is his little brother Luke. But then, Michael Clifford is volunteering for his brother. Ashton has to figure out how to make sure he stays alive, but the love of his life also stays alive.

wherever I am, I’ll come running (ao3) - nothingliketherain (39_killer_queen) T, 4k

Summary: If he’s being honest, Ashton doesn’t know what to do either. Out of Michael’s closest friends he’s the only one who doesn’t have a dog, the least likely to have a vet on speed dial, the least likely to have something like this happen to him before. But instead of calling Luke or Calum for help, he called Ashton.

Because if there’s one thing Ashton does know how to do is take care of Michael.

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Honestly, I feel like when you look at both Hocus Pocus and Hocus Pocus 2...you can definitely tell it was made when Disney was more willing to let their films be more dark and creative and just let their villains be villains.  First film alone basically said the sisters sold their soul to Satan and had Winnie literally confirm she’s been to hell and found it quite lovely. The whole goal of the witches is literally to just live forever via stealing children’s youth and in the process, killing them to the point that was in the beginning where we see the witches kill Emily Binx. Fucking hell, we get a HANGING scene with the witches.

But sequel....well, the Satan backstory is gone. Instead, we....get told Winnie didn’t want to marry, her sisters were almost taken and they fled into the woods where they met Mother Witch- who fucks off after one scene so what a waste of a character- who...gave them the book and...that’s it. Like, really???  And they almost hint at wanting to steal kids youth still, but then it kinda gets dropped as a plot point to focus on getting revenge on the descendant of this random guy from Winnie’s past introduced in this film.  And then we get to the sisters themselves who...are still villains I guess??? At least they considered people who need to be stopped and shit, but at the same time, they just do random shit in this film until the final ‘battle’ (calling it battle is being kind), where...we almost get dark I guess with implying they want to torture Cassie but then when Winnie does the spell, her sister go out magic Thanos style and then...film expects you to feel emotional for the child eating witch??? And even shows Winnie willingly going out so she can be sent to be with her sisters??? Like, what???  I know people say its just depth, not redemption but...who even asked for the Sanderson sisters to now have sudden depth??? Sometimes villains just be villains, you know. 

And sometimes, Disney really should just let their films be more creative and in Hocus Pocus’ case, let it be dark because this barley feels like a sequel to the original beyond the references throughout the film. 

[strangeracrossthestreet]

Music List AHOY

Times Are Hard For Dreamers (Original London Cast Recording) (Amelie Musical) Stay (Original London Cast Recording) (Amelie Musical) Give It Up (from Victorious) 【covered by Anna ft. OR3O】 The Smartphone Hour (Rich Set a Fire) (Katie Ladner · Katlyn Carlson · Lauren Marcus) Purity Ring - begin again Unknown Brain - DEAD (ft. KAZHI) [NCS Release] Scott Helman - Sweet Tooth 35MM - The Ballad of Sara Berry Bastille - Good grief SAINT MOTEL - Old Soul Carla Thomas - B-A-B-Y The Commodores - Easy Boga - Nowhere to Run Focus - Hocus Pocus The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion - Bellbottoms Coyote Kid - Femme Fatale Malinda - Don't Make Me Roses & Revolutions - Big Bad Wolf Cypress & Co. - Underworld Matt Maeson - Put It On Me Hayley Kiyoko - Demons Louisa - YES Doja Cat - Say so Doja Cat - Kiss me More Meghan Trainor - Genetics Svrcina - Astronomical Hurts - Silver Lining HOUSE OF SAY - Be My Remedy The Family Crest - Howl Florencemachine - Howl Saweetie & GALXARA - Sway With Me (from Birds of Prey: The Album) Leeandlie (AmaLee) - Fallen Angel Egzod & EMM - Game Over [NCS Release] Rare Americans - Rhythm Kitchen Pomplamoose - Bust Your Knee Caps UNDREAM - Monster (ft. IOVA) Meg Myers - Heart Heart Head April Smith and the Great Picture Show - Dixie Boy Aurora - Heathens Aurora - Everything Matters Aurora - Blood in the Wine Aurora - Murder Song (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) Aurora - Exhale Inhale Tick Tick Boom - Therapy Editors - Eat Raw Meat = Blood Drool Annella - Perfume Annella - Bass Me Baby Nothing More - Let 'Em Burn That Handsome Devil - Fire Pentatonix - Mary did you know Pentatonix - My favorite things Marina and the Diamonds - How to be a Heartbreaker idkhbtfm - choke Ciara - Freak Me feat. Tekno Night Runner - Magnum Bullets Avril Lavigne - Bite Me Woodkid - Run boy Run NEONI - Downfall NEONI - Wars in a Wonderland (ep mix) Stela Cole - Love like Mine Stela Cole - I shot Cupid Sickick - Mind Games Sickick - Serum Glee - Smooth Criminal The Toxic Avenger - My Only Chance (from Furi original soundtrack) Pearl Jam - Do the Evolution Ricky Martin - Livin La Vida Loca Waitress (Original Broadway Cast Recording) - She Used to be Mine Blackbriar - Let me In Egzod - Rise up Alter. - Hardly Gods The Longest Johns - Ashes, from Cures What Ails Ya Poor Man's Poison - Wayfaring Stranger Poor Man's Poison - Feed the Machine Poor Man's Poison - Give and Take Zella Day - Jerome Egzod & Maestro Chives - Royalty (ft. Neoni) Aliceband - Fight for Me The Fray - How to Save a Friend Kodaline - Brother Mindy Gledhill - I Do Adore [this song is so FUCKING CUTE I LOVE IT] Misery x CPR x Reese's Puffs (extended version) [I've listened to this on loop so many times...] Bitter Ruin - Leather for Hell Bitter Ruin - Stampede Bitter Ruin - Trust fin - ship in a bottle Halsey - Without Me VaultBoy - Everything Sucks ft. GRACEY (G)l-DLE - LATATA (english ver)

Now...It's time for some non-english stuff~

DREAMCATCHER [my beloved... Honestly just listen to all of their songs LOL]: BEcause Scream BOCA Odd Eye MAISON Tension Red Sun Black or White Sahara In The Frozen Daybreak Full Moon Chase Me Good Night You and I Wake up Fly High Mayday Trap PIRI Deja Vu The curse of the spider No Dot (SU A SOLO) Breaking Out 4 Memory

MAMAMOO: Gogobebe HIP Um Oh Ah Yeah Egotistic Aya Yes I am Piano Man Starry Night Dingga Decalcomanie 1 cm Wind Flower Delilah Water Color (Whee In) Butterfly (Whee In) NO THANKS (Whee In) Trash (Whee In) Maria (Hwasa) Twit (Hwasa) Spit it Out (Solar) Honey (Solar) It's been a long time (Solar)

The Rest:

Mozart l'opéra rock - Penser l'impossible Mozart Opera Rock - L'Assasymphonie Mozart l'opéra rock - Le bien qui fait mal Глюк’oZa - Ebobo Глюк’oZa - Жу-жу Глюк’oZa - Мотыльки (feat. KYIVSTONER) Inkya Impulse (インキャインパルス) Asobi Asobase Ending Full Ado - Odo Ado - Usseewa Ado - Readymade Raon - Envy Baby Raon - The Vampire Raon - King / Kanaria IU - Jam Jam Brown Eyed Girls - Abracadabra Fake Type - Nightmare Parade Maître Gims - Est-ce que tu m'aimes

And there you have it @justburnitwithfire Now you know me on a fundamental level BHGFHGBDFBGJFD Hope some of these are to your liking LMAO I didn’t want to send it in an ask because I don’t know how long this is characters wise wheezes

[saucy-mesothelioma]

Are there any films that you loathe or particularly dislike? If so, why? What brought you to hate that film?

The Tooth Fairy starring Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson from the hit movie The Tooth Fairy starring Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, Gnomeo and Juliet, and Look Who's Talkin' all scarred me for various different reasons, but I don't really "hate" them per se.

I've got a personal vendetta against Mary Poppins Returns because as a stand alone movie it's actually ok, but that woman is NOT Mary Poppins. Like her personality is completely different and goes against a lot of what made Mary Poppins herself. Like if it weren't a Marry Poppins movie it would be average, but the fact that they have it as a sequel and it's supposed to be the same world and Mary? Just no.

Fuck the Artemis Fowl movie. Anyone who's read the books can tell you that movie adaptation is probably the worst book-to-film adaptation ever. Like holy fucking shit it made everyone I watched it with who also read the books so unbelievably pissed I'm not even exaggerating. If you look up everything that they changed it's so easy to tell that it's deadass nothing like the book and goes completely against everything that made it interesting. Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children is also a pretty painful adaptation for the same reason and also pisses me off, but nowhere on the level of Artemis Fowl. (It's still horrible though. Jesus Christ)

There are no Pirates of the Caribbean movies after At World's End. It's the perfect trilogy and only three movies exist. There is also no Hocus Pocus 2 or Ghostbusters 2016.

The Series of Unfortunate Events movie was honestly ok if you hadn't read the books or watched the Netflix series, but if you have it's painfully obvious that they tried way too hard by jamming the first three books of a thirteen book series into a two hour movie. It gave you no time to care for the Baudelaire children's guardians (the absolute DISRESPECT of Uncle Monty hurt my soul) and as much as I love Jim Carey, he was not a good Count Olaf.

Those are probably the only movies that I've seen so far that I actively hate, but there are still plenty of movies that I don't like (eg Iron Man or The Hudsucker Proxy) or don't understand the hype for (eg Fight Club or Casablanca). Everyone has their own options on films, and everyone likes at least one movie that everyone said was bad or hates one that everyone said was good. Hell, I love UHF and The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen even though a lot of people hate them. And that doesn't make my opinion any better or worse than theirs, they're just what I like. Everyone's got different tastes, especially when it comes to such an expansive medium like film, and that's what makes it all fun.

But if someone tries to FUCKING DEFEND ARTEMIS FOWL I SWEAR TO GOD-

[thatharringrovehoe]

So I've been playing Dishonored which is my favorite game and this popped into my head so now you all have to suffer with me. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

He's so fucking cold. Like he’s been plunged into a lake mid winter and can’t find his way to the surface. Hands shaking, Billy sifts clumsily through the box of his mother’s things he keeps hidden in the back of his closet. He's found that if he thinks about the good times, picnics at the beach under the California sun, the thing oozing it's way though his brain losses just a bit of it's grip. Leaves Billy with enough motor function to stumble around his bedroom, trying to find the right pieces. And fucking hell it’s been so long since he's done this. He can remember helping his Ma when he was little, chubby fingers clenched tight in her cotton sundress as she arranged the items on the table just right. Pricked her finger to draw sigils in a language long forgotten, her voice a soft cadence through the bedroom as she hummed Billy’s favorite lullaby. No words, just a beautiful mournful thing. Humming a song of grieving loss. Billy doesn't know why he likes it so much.

“Remember baby. When you offer your gifts they have to be special. Well loved. Something that brings you joy every time you use it.”

His mother kept a pair of earrings on the cloth covered table. She never wore them when his father was home. Took them out and put them back on the little rickety stand in the back of her closet every day before he came back from work. Dangling silver daggers with the onyx beads. Billy shoved one straight through his left earlobe when he turned fifteen and has barely taken it out since.

His Ma told him that everything he built his shrine with had to mean something. Had to be something he treasured. From the fabric to the stand itself. So Billy tried his best. Draped his best leather jacket over the milk crate that held all of his favorite hair products. Placed his Ma's Fleetwood Mac album next to one of his mother's silver earrings (the one he always wears), arranged as neatly as he can manage. He’d had to prick his thumb seven times because to his dawning horror it kept healing over. Just another tally mark towards something being really fucking wrong. And he remembers the warehouse. Can still feel the slimy caustic sludge being pumped down his throat by a fucking tentacle. But he’d hoped it had been a dream, a nightmare from reading to many Lovecraft novels. Billy curses as he slices open his thumb for what feels like the millionth time.

Apparently not.

He's drawn the characters just how he remembers. His mother had made him practice every day, showing him each and every shape and line, drawn in colorful crayon. She gave him a cookie every time he got them right. Never hung them up on the fridge though. Didn't want his father to see.

He can feel the shadow creeping through his blood, dragging it’s claws against his veins. It might not know exactly what he’s doing yet, but it must be able to feel the intention. Billy thinks of ocean waves and a soft hand running through his curls. Fights the pull at the back of his mind to just give in. To sleep. His hands shake harder.

Fuck, where is it?! Billy combs through records and trinkets, a bottle of her perfume. He’s desperately hoping it didn't get lost in the move because his mother never taught him how to make one. Hell, he's pretty certain that he wouldn't be able to find the pieces he needs in Hawkins anyway. Not like Melvalds has a supernatural voodoo isle.

Then finally, finally he finds it. Lifting up his mother’s satin scarf it comes tumbling out to land on the floor with a clatter. Bleached white and beaten smooth by the waves, it's about the size of a sand dollar. Billy picks it up, places it in the palm of his hand. He still remembers the day he found it out on the shore. Washed up between some sea glass, the leather bindings still somehow soft even soaked with salt water. Etched with symbols and shapes Billy will never understand. When Billy showed it to his mother an unreadable expression crossed her face. It was that evening she showed him her shrine.

The rune seems to hum against his skin, an otherworldly song from far away ghosting past his ears. The thing that’s trying to Shanghai Billy’s brain writhes. It's angry, but more than that it’s fucking terrified and Billy has never been more sure of anything in his life. This was a good idea. But his limbs are getting colder, heavier. Whatever this evil piece of shit is it doesn’t like what Billy’s doing. He has to fight against the deadening of his limbs, crawling towards his shitty attempt at a shrine from his place on the floor. His vision is starting to grow dark when he finally clutches on to the milk crate, placing the rune between the earring and his cassette tape. And he knows that there's no guarantee. That whatever his Ma prayed to every night never shielded her from Neil’s fists, didn’t do a damn thing as the cancer slowly drained her down to nothing. That sometimes (most times) when someone would call out to the void the only thing they heard in return was their own disappointment. But he's got no other options. This is his trump card. His last resort. If this hocus pocus bullshit doesn’t work then Billy is up shit creek without a paddle. With a frustrated shout against the nightmare pulling him in, Billy begs.

“Please! Fuck, help me! I'll do anything, c’mon just- please!”

The air in Billy’s bedroom all of a sudden seems to shudder. The shadows flicker and meld together, reaching outwards. The sound of dry fall leaves blowing in the wind, a wail of a thousand dying worlds ricochets off the walls. Then nothing. Billy scrunches his eyes shut against the sting of tears. Fuck, of course it didn’t work. Story of his life. He called for help and just like always it doesn't mean shit. No one is coming to save him.

“Well well well. Certainly been a long time since someone summoned me like that. Very old school.”

Billy’s eyes snap open, the surprise and adrenaline enough to fight the heaving weight of his limbs to raise his head. And there, perched on his shitty milk crate shrine, sits the most beautiful boy he's ever seen. He's got hair the color of soil after it rains. High cheekbones and full lips, milky white skin dotted with a constellation of beauty marks. Billy didn't know what he expected but it certainly wasn't this. The boy god is dressed in a swanky leather coat the color of charcoal with pants to match. Eyes like an oil spill, inky black and endless. With a good look at Billy, they narrow dangerously.

“I thought I fucking told you not to touch this world. You want a repeat of last time?”

Whatever deity he summoned looks pissed as hell. Did he not do it right? Maybe the items weren’t good enough. That would be just his luck. He's so confused he almost doesn’t notice it right away. The shadow slowly working it’s way through his body has stopped, retreated a little even.

“I-... I don't know what you’re talking about. Please, there's something wrong with me. Something got put inside of me and I need it out. Please, help me.”

Billy hasn’t begged since his Ma was takin her last breath in that damn hospice bed. Didn't see the point when it always got you nowhere. But now he can't make himself stop. Cuz he's never been this scared before. The things this monster inside him wants him to do. It's so strong, like he’s fighting a steam roller. He's got no hope on his own.

The boy sitting on his best leather jacket stills. Cocks his head to the side slightly, considering. Then those pretty pink lips are spreading out into a gleeful smirk. Slides off the shrine to settle on his knees in front of Billy. Reaches out his hand to cup Billy’s jaw gentle enough it makes him want to cry.

“You can't get a good enough hold of this one can you? Interesting. Tell me trouble maker, what's your name?”

That voice, deep and ethereal, seems to echo from all around him. He can feel it vibrate in his bones. He wants, no, needs to answer.

“Billy. Billy Hargrove.”

The boy smiles now, all gleaming pearly whites. If Billy looks long enough reality starts to flicker. And for just a second all he can see is teeth sharp like knives in a Cheshire grin. There for a moment and gone in a flash. The hand on his jaw tightens just the slightest fraction.

“Well Billy Hargrove. You seem to find yourself in quite the predicament. That parasite sucking on your soul is an old acquaintance of mine. He's one nasty little shit.”

If a brain washing shadow monster could feel indignant he’s pretty sure that’s what's happening now. Whatever was hijacking Billy's mind has curled up somewhere tight, sunk it’s teeth in deep. Cornered like a threatened animal.

“Please, I’ll do anything you want. I can’t… I can’t fight it. It's too much.”

There’s enough tears leakin down his face that it's soaking the front of his shirt. The boy is giving him this look, almost amused. The longer he holds Billy’s jaw the more the monster losses his grip, and Billy is ready to do anything at this point. Because that thing stuck to his brain wants him to find people. Feed it people. Wants Billy to drink all the chemicals in the supply shed at the pool. Told Billy that if he tried to fight it would take Max first and he can't let that happen.

The boy seems to come to a decision, grabs Billy’s hands to help him shakily to this feet. He doesn’t let go even when they’re both standing.

“You know there’s not many who can fight his hold for this long. I'm impressed.”

He steps forward until his chest is practically pressed up against Billy's. He smells like ozone and smoke, bottomless black eyes trained on stormy blue. Reaches up to tangle his fingers into Billy’s curls, sending tingles across his scalp. Smiles wider at the small noise that escapes Billy's throat.

“I'll help you Billy Hargrove. But in return, you have to do something for me.”

Billy's nodding before he can even really register what’s being said. Anything. He'd do whatever this pretty boy asked as long as he keeps touching Billy like this. Gentle, with a reverence no one has ever bothered to show.

“I need you to kick this little shit back into the hole he crawled out of. Can you do that for me Billy? I wanna see how your story pans out trouble maker. Wanna see what you do when someone gives you a chance.”

Billy nods again, breathless. The boy chuckles, the sound saccharine. Like warm honey dripping down his spine.

“Gunna have to use your words baby.”

Billy swallows, the click of his dry throat loud in the warm personal bubble they’ve created.

“Yes. Yeah. I’ll do it. Whatever you want pretty boy, please.”

It comes out a whisper but the boy hears it all the same. The boy smiles bright, pulls Billy forward. Soft warm lips press against his own and Billy is floating. He's never been kissed like this before. Slow and deep, the boy's tongue pressing in to curl and slide. Stuff him full. Billy's shaking for a whole other reason now. Reaches out to grip the boy's coat, cool to the touch where Billy is burning. Fire rushing through his veins, and he's already so close just from this. Whimpers brokenly into the kiss.

The boy pulls him in impossibly closer, slots his thigh between Billy’s legs, pushes up up up. And Billy is right fucking there, grinds down as he swaps spit with an old god in his shitty bedroom with the peeling yellow paint and the door that locks from the outside. Can feel the tell tale tingle spreading behind his navel.

“ ‘m gunna cum! Fuck, more please!” Billy mumbles curses into the kiss, breath hitching as his balls draw tight. The boy smiles against his mouth, yanks his curls back to bite into the meat of his neck and Billy’s gone, pulsing rope after rope of cum into his underwear.

“Oh my- .. Fuuuuuck. Yes! Uhhhnn!” He's panting like a dog as he slumps forward into the boys shoulder. Gentle fingers card through his hair as aftershocks zap up and down his body. A kiss is pressed behind his ear, a soft warmth flooding his core. He can't feel the shadow anywhere.

“So good for me sweet thing. Makes me want to keep you.”

It's said so quiet, like the boy doesn’t intend for it to be heard. Billy presses his face into his neck. There's no heartbeat under the boy's skin.

“You could. I want you to.” Whoever this is, whatever he is, he came for Billy. Answered his literal cry for help when no one else did. He doesn't know what he has to offer but he wants to give this impossible boy everything.

The boy in question hums. Brings Billy's left hand up to kiss the back of it. His skin feels hot under his lips, bordering on uncomfortable. Like stepping on sun scorched pavement. When the boy pulls back there’s a tattoo on his hand. A strange design that looks vaguely like a compass. It's the same mark as the one on the middle of the rune sitting behind them.

“I haven't given my mark to someone quite so special in a while. Try not to disappoint me Billy Hargrove.”

The boy goes to pull away but Billy still has his hand clenched tight on his coat. Panic wells up in his chest. Doesn't want to end whatever this is quite yet.

“Wait! What’s-…what's your name?” Which is a valid question he thinks. And probably one he should have asked at some point before he started grinding his dick on the guys leg. Oh well.

“I've had many names, none if which would hold any significance for you. Call me what you want trouble maker. I'll be there when you need me.”

Billy believes him. Then between one blink and the next the boy is gone, tendrils of dissipating smoke the only evidence he was ever there. A deep voice whispers from nowhere and everywhere.

“Ask your sister about the monsters in the woods.”

On the shrine the only thing that remains is the rune, both his gifts having apparently been accepted. Billy gives a hysterical bark of laughter at the thought of some higher being listening to Fleetwood Mac somewhere out in the void. It gives him an idea. He drags his lips across the fresh mark on his hand, mumbles into his skin.

“Thanks Stevie.”

[freetobeafcknriot]

What are your sweet spooky midam thoughts?

hello anon, since you asked!, let's get spooky and gay 😎

fair warning that this turned out longer than i intended but i'm posting it anyway, have these random silly hcs and do whatever you deem appropriate with them!

okay one thing you need to do is forget about angsty endings. they'll be living the rest of their (eternal given the circumstances) lives together and by doing so, they get to have their own little house and job because hey, adam's college courses won't pay themselves, and neither will the groceries. so anyway, october comes along!

let's be real: when you've spent more than 1,200 years in hell you have a bit of a different perception of what is scary but oh, does adam like halloween! maybe it's his old soul talking but the atmosphere is nice, and he and michael? they go on walks when the occasion presents itself, be it at the local park nearby or somewhere the archangel can take them with a beat of his wings, with adam holding a hot drink or a sweet bun and autumn colors setting a warm, stark je-ne-sais-quoi on michael's apparition. they basically go on dates no matter how casual they are about it.

the aforementioned hot drink is more often than not a pumpkin spice latte and you have no idea how persistent adam had to be to get michael to take a sip and try it out. he eventually humored him, accepted the cup, and. . . he didn't like it much, but it was better than the skittles and at least someone found the experience entertaining.

the heart eyes and fond exasperation are fucking real y'all

also, you know that michael keeps adam's body temperature in check, so he doesn't feel the cold, neither of them does. well, they still wear slightly heavier clothes and a scarf an old neighbor gifted them once (well, it was meant for adam, but y'know—) just "for the hell of it". and just so you get the visual, vessel and apparition always match lol.

another reason to take your archangelic lover out during spooky season: there are people, but especially their children, around. michael can perfectly tell that that little zombie over there is nothing more than a normal kid, same for the teen zombie on his left, and he is still fairly neutral about humans for the most part, but the concept in on itself picks at his curiosity and it's... amusing, in a way. it's a bit of a combination of being fascinated and questioning for him really, most human customs are. the first time around especially—it was so funny to adam!

now, moving on: don't get me started on the show tunes. they're even more infectious than the christmas ones, as a matter of fact and oddly enough michael finds them more tolerable. which is lucky because otherwise, adam humming 'i put a spell on you' by hocus pocus frequently would be way more annoying than it is endearing.

also, no kidding, if he's feeling playful and up to sing out loud at the top of his lungs adam will 100% do it and mimic the lyrics (he honestly didn't remember that song to be so catchy) and though michael manages to look unimpressed and amused at best the kid really should have no right to come across as flirtatious as he does. adam's mission in life and source of entertainment is managing to crack michael up to the point where he probably will end up getting himself flustered instead so that's a daily occurrence in the privacy of their own home these days!

what else? well, of course, their normal movie nights turn into halloween themed movie nights once or twice a week. because it's not like adam remembers the movies he watched when he was alive anyway, and what kind of guide would he be if he let michael go without watching the addams family or the copse bride, come on! they take turns picking a movie, too, so to be fair, michael brought casper on himself. adam may or may not have felt like crying for that one.

the history behind halloween traditions is very fascinating actually; adam doesn't remember much of it if anything at all, but rest assured michael looked it up on the internet and read some books while adam was sleeping (all in the same night, yes, adam always makes a point to wait at least a week before returning michael's books to the library). so he's not at all confused when adam brings up the idea to carve some pumpkins. he used to do it with his grandparents and mom when he was little and. . . well, it'd be fun right?

spoiler: it is fun! meaning it's hilarious how michael gives out observations and objective opinions and adam rolls with it completely ignoring that he's being helped in picking pumpkins by the oldest most powerful multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent in existence. nonetheless, he can totally carry the pumpkins they chose himself, thank you very much. except they're not playing macho man here, so it doesn't take much convincing before they switch control and the people around see this blonde dude making a confident beeline for the exit with a heavy armful of pumpkins as if it was nothing.

they carve a couple of pumpkins together. adam shows michael how it's supposedly done first, only for michael to go for it like a pro because hey, he's good with blades, we know that! and he's also good with his hands. well, adam's hands. or, huh, his apparition's hands. you get my point, anyway— i can totally envision them carving the first pumpkin together, michael subtly making sure adam doesn't cut himself, and then one each afterward. it's really all about the activity itself and the "i think i'm done! look at my pumpkin, isn't it great?" at the end.

one of the carved pumpkins doesn't get lit up with a candle inside because their cat (yes, they have a cat. his name's midam) decided to make it his new second home and refused to get out of it.

"well, you made the eyes big enough for him to fit in, kid."

the others look neat when they set them up and michael turns off the lights with a snap of his fingers though! it's definitely worth the mess in the kitchen from when adam playfully threw (read: tried to throw) a bit of pumpkin flesh at michael.

side note but i can't help but think that michael saw one or two memories of a five-year-old adam making little ghosts out of paper napkins, a marker, and a string, and so one day there is one hanging by the lamp on the desk. i don't know why, but their cat has one too that he rolls and chases around everywhere so i'm adding this lol.

stuff is baked, too, obviously! i'm talking about anything you can put the remaining parts of the pumpkins in but also cinnamon, chocolate. . . we know adam has a sweet tooth after all, and this way, michael nags him a bit less for his eating habits!

no, really, you don't understand: trick or treat is a thing and so the sweets are mandatory, but the amount of unhealthy sugars adam puts in their shopping cart at the beginning of the month is sickening.

for this bit specifically, let's skip forward in time! more or less, either five-ish years or any moment in time from then on, when adam has a stable job at a hospital. nurse, doctor... eternity is vast and they need to move around every two decades or so, so take your pick. the thing is, dr. milligan is, to put it simply, weird. he's nice, but sometimes his mood swings completely and he has his quirks. when october comes along, there is one of them!

one of the nurses says that this habit of his reminds them or their granny — "or most old people i know." — to which adam shrugs and idly says he's an old soul anyway. he's only half-joking; after all, he is an old soul, and that must be the reason why across him, michael's apparition stands looking every bit unimpressed.

he has his hands in the pockets of the white coat of his apparition; pockets that, differently from adam's, are empty.

the archangel reckons that carrying all that sugary sweets in the pockets of their white coats and clothes is better than adam wanting to eat them all himself. he tosses a whole lot of them in the shopping cart when they go out for groceries at the beginning of the month. michael was so astonished at first, that he projected himself out of their body and watched in disdain as their cart filled up with treats: candy, lollipops, gummy bears, chocolate and/or caramel bars etc.

then he pointed out that halloween night was still far, to which adam replied, "true. but these are also for work."

i'm literally going down with this headcanon, it's the sole reason why i'm still ranting because listen, adam may not be the absolute best with children, but the hospital isn't a very happy place to be in, to begin with, so he goes about his day, does his job, and when he's done fixing up some stitches or drawing blood or visiting a patient, he. . . trick-or-treats them! puts a hand in his pocket or, sometimes borrowing michael's grace, pulls a treat out of nothing, and then he hands it to the kid. and it makes every single one of them so happy!

michael watches over the scene with fondness every time, and meanwhile, over the weeks, adam becomes quite popular among the younger patients of the hospital. really! i'm convinced that once, after they had traded control of their body so adam could rest for ten minutes during a long shift, michael felt a tug at their white coat, and when he looked down he found one of the children. he remembers every room number and face, so he recognized them immediately, and it was so funny because he stood there, quirked an eyebrow, shoved a hand in adam's right pocket without breaking eye contact, and then gave this little kid in pokémon pjs a kinder bueno. only to receive a toothy smile and a 'thank you, doctor!', to which he nodded and said, 'you're welcome.'

adam tuned in not even ten seconds after, all mirth and "they're adorable at that age, right?" y'know, like the little shit of a loving husband he is <3

one more thing and then i swear i'm done: i want them to have friends who they can trust enough to be open about being two people in a body and all, and in all of eternity there are people like that! this means there are also halloween parties, but even if there weren't, even if they just decided to go out on halloween night, adam will absolutely do his best to get michael in a costume. one that isn't a trash bag because they're not dressing up as their fathers thank you. just because why the hell not, right?

his most heartfelt attempt is a set of devil horns that adam finds hilarious on michael (and frankly quite attractive, but don't tell him i told you this) and that michael hates. adam's literally over there cackling about how michael’s the 'speck of infernal bile' now and michael’s just sitting there with this headband on his head like, "okay. time to erase this thing from existence," except he eventually only sighs and grumbles while he lets adam have fun for a bit. but the fork will have to go.

i'm also convinced that they're such cryptids, and they seem so weird from an outsider's point of view, that one day they'll be the mysterious unsettling owner of the spooky house at the end of the street or up the hill or just outside of town who occasionally pops in to buy some milk. or maybe somewhere in the world, in the future, they'll be one of the local legends or something. either way, i'm done! :D

so to celebrate have them being like—

adam: *losing it* michael:

[pinknerdpanda]

Double Feature

Word Count: 1,508 Characters: Sam x Reader (Dean mentioned) Warnings: Fluff, lustful thoughts, awkward!Sam, allusions to sexy times if you squint A/N: Hey - I’m still alive! *awkward smile* This was written for and beta’d by the amazing @princessmisery666​​. I’m glad you liked this little ball of floof. I love you babe! Xoxo 

(Title Card by me; images found on Google, I own none of them or the characters, yada yada.)

"I wonder if there was a wreck up there or something?"

You chewed your bottom lip as you strained to see past the long line of cars ahead of you. 

Sam cleared his throat, long fingers curling around the steering wheel; clenching and releasing. Checking his watch for the hundredth time in the past 5 minutes, he sighed.

"What's wrong, Sam?" You gripped his forearm and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

The flash of a smile crossed Sam’s face for the briefest of moments before falling away completely. 

“Wha...wrong? I don’t...uh,” Sam floundered.

Frowning, you jabbed a finger between his ribs. Sam let out a surprised ‘yip’ that sounded odd coming from his lips. Confusion creased his brow as he narrowed his gaze at you curiously.

“You know, for someone who has spent the majority of his adult life lying about who he is and what he does,” you paused, a smile playing at the corners of your lips as Sam deflected your next rib-poke. “You have the shittiest poker face.”

“I don’t…” Sam huffed, his eyes dropping to his lap for a moment.

You watched patiently as Sam quietly collected himself. His teeth dug into the flesh of his lower lip and you relished the way the movement forced one of his dimples to appear. 

“I wanted to surprise you,” Sam began, his eyes flicking to yours briefly. “I saw that there was a drive-in nearby doing a double feature tonight; Hocus Pocus and Beetlejuice. You mentioned once that those were two of your favorite movies to watch at Halloween, and when I saw they were both playing...”

Sam’s lips continued to move, but they weren’t loud enough to drown out the dull whir of the thoughts in your head trying to knit themselves together around the confusion creeping in. It was like looking at a pile of puzzle pieces and trying to bring the picture into focus without touching it. The words were all there, but you had no idea what he was saying.

You’ve known the Winchesters for the last several years, though mostly in name only. A few months ago, however...hell, more than that...has it been a year now? ...awhile ago, the two of you wound up chasing the same nest of vampires through Wyoming. That hunt turned into half a dozen more and before you knew it, Sam Winchester became somewhat of a permanent fixture in your life. 

Even Dean recognized the ease with which the pair of you worked together. He said as much when the brothers approached you to move into the bunker with them. 

You’d been hesitant to agree, at first. Years of your life had been spent zig-zagging the contiguous United States, never stopping for more than a week in one spot. The idea of having a place to call home had been overwhelming to say the least; foreign and stifling all at once.

In the end, you’d said yes, and you’ve not regretted it for a second.

Well.

Not really.

It was little things at first. 

Like the morning you’d shuffled into the kitchen to find a shirtless Sam stretching his long limbs over his head as he waited for the coffee to percolate. You’d been more than a little distracted watching the taught skin of his back and shoulders ripple as the muscles underneath flexed, but the sleepy grin he’d thrown your way when he met your gaze was too much. Those five seconds had played on a loop in your mind for longer than you cared to admit to yourself.

And then there was the morning you woke up to find yourself snuggled into his chest after having fallen asleep watching a movie together the night before.

Well, mornings.

After the mortification had waned the first time, you’d reasoned with yourself that it wasn’t hurting anyone to enjoy the feeling of his arms wrapped securely around you and the way his steady, even breaths ruffled your hair gently. 

It wasn’t regret you’d begun to feel, per say. It was something more akin to...well, it made you nervous to even admit it to yourself.

But now?

Now it almost seemed as though Sam was nervous. 

Sam, apparently oblivious to the mental meltdown you were currently experiencing, continued to babble. Slowly the sound of his words flooded your ears again.

“...and I just thought it might be nice to have an evening to ourselves. But I didn’t realize the traffic was going to be such a pain in the ass, or I would have left so much earlier and - “

Before you could think through your actions and the possible repercussions, you gripped the collar of Sam’s jacket, pulled him toward you and smashed your lips against his, silencing him.

Feeling his body stiffen underneath your hands, you panicked. A ticker tape reading ‘You’ve ruined everything, jackass!’ scrolled through your mind just behind your eyelids. Though just as you began to pull back, Sam’s arms wound around you, bringing you closer as his mouth finally, finally began to move against yours.

All at once the mental ticker tape read ‘Nevermind! You’ve got this, bitch!’ for a second before going dark and all you could feel, sense, smell and taste was Sam. His kiss was fire and ice and it consumed you in ways you’d been too scared to hope for.

After what felt like an eternity and yet not nearly long enough, the angry blare of a car horn brought you back to the present and you reluctantly pulled back. Sam blinked, his hazel eyes now darkened and full of something wild, before looking around, realizing the line had moved forward significantly without either of you noticing.

Putting the car in gear once more, Sam swallowed hard. You found yourself mesmerized by the sight of his Adam's apple bobbing nervously as he pulled forward slowly. Once the distance between the Impala and the car ahead was closed, Sam silently put the car in park again and looked at you, his lips drawn in a sheepish grin.

“Th, that...that was...uh…” Sam scratched harshly at the nape of his neck and you longed to feel the silky chestnut strands between your fingers. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

Sam’s long fingers twined with your own, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. 

“Me too.” Sam smiled at you then, and the full force of it made your heart ache in the best way.

“So, were you actually gonna tell me that this was a date? Or was that part of the surprise, too?”

“I, uh…” Sam chuckled and winced slightly. “I don’t know, actually.”

“Well, next time give a girl a head’s up, maybe?” You winked at him.

“Next time?” Sam’s eyes shone with hopeful excitement and you shrugged.

Grinning, Sam nodded. “Next time.”

Lifting your hand to his lips, he placed a light kiss there and you hummed contentedly. “So, it’s not too cheesy?” He mused.

“Oh no, it’s definitely cheesy,” you grinned, squeezing his hand. “But I love it. Thank you. I’d say I’m impressed you remembered my favorite spooky season movies, but...I mean, you’re kinda Sam-Fucking-Winchester.”

A startled laugh burst from his lips. Glancing at the slowly advancing line of cars ahead, Sam’s smile fell slightly.

“Yeah, well, woulda been better if I’d planned this better,” he muttered.

You could almost hear the mental flogging he was giving himself and it made you want to poke him in the ribs again.

So you did.

Sam ‘yipped’ again and shot you an incredulous look.

“Stop beating yourself up, Winchester.” You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I mean, if we’re being honest, I’ve seen those movies a dozen times at least.” Blinking up at him innocently, you smiled. “I’m sure we can find other, more creative ways to spend the time.”

Sam nearly growled, his irises receding until only a fine, hazel ring lined his darkened pupils. Grabbing your face with both hands, Sam dipped his head and kissed you with the fervor of a hundred suns, his tongue tracing the seam of your mouth before parting your lips and sliding against your own. Taking your lip between his teeth he nipped the flesh there before pulling back suddenly.

Sam hastily put the car in gear once more and in the blink of an eye - and with a small shower of gravel - flipped the car around and sped away from the seemingly never ending line. The nervous, babbling Sam from moments ago had been replaced by this Sam; confident, determined and hot. Without taking his eyes off the road, he wound his arm around you and tugged you into his side possessively. 

“So, Mr. Winchester, where to next?”

The smirk curving his lips sent a delighted shiver down your spine. 

“Not sure.” His breath tickled your ear as he leaned down to whisper. “But don’t worry. I promised you a double-feature and I plan to give you one.”

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[shan2-d2]

As the garbage fire year of 2020 continues, I have been struggling to find something to fill the Schitt’s-Creek-sized hole in my heart.

Which, come to think of it, replaced the Parks-and-Rec-sized hole in my heart prior to that.  I’ve always been a sucker for “soft” television, but with everything going on the world, whatever tolerance I had for heavier fare has disappeared completely.  Like, yeah, I’d love to catch I May Destroy You or I’ll Be Gone in the Dark, but I just. Can’t. Handle. Them. Right now, anyway.  

I do have some old standards to fall back on-- Bob’s Burgers, The Good Place, The Great British Baking Show, and Kim’s Convenience (bless you, Canada) work just fine.  But with so much time at home, I’ve been getting antsy for new, soft, comforting content.

Then I watched Julie and the Phantoms on Netflix.

And I loved it SO. MUCH. 

(Warning, since this is a family-friendly show: profanity ahead.)

Which, I have to admit, I’m kind of embarrassed about.  Like, look: I fully own up to the fact that my tastes aren’t exactly refined or mature.  I’m one of those contemptible “childless millennials”, after all.  There are things on my Netflix and Spotify lists that would make film buffs and hipsters cry.

But what I will give myself a pat on the back for is that I’m extremely open-minded when it comes to any sort of art consumption.  My tastes are super-varied, and I don’t have the burden of worrying about what is “socially acceptable” for me to watch.  I can watch Barry and Fleabag just as happily as I can watch Sarah & Duck (literally, a show for preschoolers that works better than any anti-anxiety medication I’ve tried) and old episodes of Tiny Toon Adventures.

Regardless, there’s embarrassment. Which is not about the fact that it’s a cheesy, High-School-Musical-esque, pre-teen friendly series, actually (... okay, maybe a little), but because the aging freakout is real, my friends.  Hitting the “Oh-My-God, I’d-Have-To-Play-the-PARENT” period of your life is fucking rough.  

Basically, in the words of Roger Murtaugh... I’m too old for this shit.

But I’m trying to tell myself that 1) Generation Z is delightful and I refuse to feel guilt for appreciating them, 2) god knows we’re all watching Stranger Things without embarrassment, and those kids are, like, twelve, and 3) now that I’m apparently ANCIENT, I’m supposed to stop caring about what other people think.

So: Julie and the Phantoms made my heart grow three sizes and I loved it a whole lot.

Quick synopsis: Julie, our hero, is a performing arts school student who is grieving the death of her mom and unable to continue making/playing music because of it.  One day, three ghosts of teenage boys who were in a mid-90’s rock band show up in her garage.  They form a new band (insert title of show here) and help Julie rediscover her love of music, while she helps them navigate the afterlife.  Bonding occurs, lessons are learned, the power of friendship is discovered, you get the idea.

And okay-- at its surface, it’s family-friendly entertainment, you know? Cute story, funny moments, the music is catchy, the whole cast is super talented (and, hey, can actually play their instruments! Whaddaya know!).

But the CHARACTERS!  THE SOFTNESS! THE REPRESENTATION!  If this is how young adults are going to written from now on, sign me the fuck up.

First of all, the two female leads of the show are women of color-- Julie (Madison Reyes) is Latinx and her best friend, Flynn (Jadah Marie), is Black.  That alone is (sadly, STILL) noteworthy, but I literally wanted to stand on my couch and yell about how wonderfully self-assured, smart, mature, strong, and competent these girls are.  Julie, in particular, is just… she’s just so cool, you guys. She never once has to rely on anyone else but herself to get shit done, and she takes responsibility for her own actions.  The girl very clearly knows her talent, capabilities, and worth, and PHEW, do we need to see more young women like her on our screens!  Like, yes, the boys support her, but they’re complete equals.  Julie doesn’t need any male saviors up in this business. She’s got this.  I LOVE HER. I SOMEHOW WANT TO BE HER WHEN I GROW UP, EVEN THOUGH SHE’S LIKE HALF MY AGE (oh GOD. I’m so OLD).

In fact, throughout the series, the importance of honesty, respect, and healthy support is repeatedly emphasized.  There’s no dependency issues here, and lying of any kind is clearly forbidden.  Which I loved, because the whole “teen lying to everyone” storyline has been done to death.

Then there’s the three boys of Sunset Curve-- Luke (Charlie Gillespie), Alex (Owen Joyner), and Reggie (Jeremy Shada), i.e. the messengers of destruction for toxic masculinity.  THIS IS THE MALE FRIENDSHIP PORTRAYAL WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR, PEOPLE.  They’re so nice to each other! They’re so supportive! They’re tactile, openly emotional, and completely devoid of judgment of any interests or behaviors that don’t follow male social standards.  Bless the Age of the Soft Boys, may their reign be unbreakable and everlasting.

Oh, and Alex is openly gay.  It’s not just hinted at-- he’s out and proud, with an adorable crush/pre-relationship with a skater boy named Willie (Booboo Stewart).  And, apart from a quick mention about Alex’s parents being homophobic, the show pretty much takes the Schitt’s Creek route-- all love and acceptance, with not much of a thing made of his sexuality at all (in fact, there’s enough evidence that none of the boys are completely straight, and I’m here for that, too).

And if all of that isn’t enough of a cuddle to the heart for you, THERE’S MORE:

Julie’s supportive, soft dad

Reggie’s immediate, one-sided bond with Julie’s supportive, soft dad and her brother

Julie and Luke totally have crushes on each other and it’s SO SWEET but completely age-appropriate, good job guys

I’m a sucker for good harmonies and the band HAS ‘EM IN SPADES

Flynn being HBIC the entire series

Julie’s crush Nick being very realistically awkward and dopey in the shadow of Luke’s arms (Nick, dude, lose that HAT, I beg of you)

A surprisingly moving side-plot/song about Luke’s parents

Alex just wanting to dance, and also being a high-key feminist and calling out the others when they slip up

EVERYONE’S JUST SO FUCKING NICE, OKAY

So yeah. Shut up. It’s wonderful and pure, and I WILL TAKE ANY SOFTNESS I CAN GET IN THIS HELL YEAR, WHEREVER I CAN GET IT.

In conclusion, Kenny Ortega can have my entire soul if he wants it, for not only this but also Hocus Pocus and Newsies.

Completely Unnecessary Afterword:

Being old enough to remember 1995-- and, specifically, what was popular that year-- has brought up some important questions regarding the Sunset Curve boys:

We know they died in ‘95, but like… when? Did they get to see Empire Records, for Christ’s sake?! Did they see Casper, because, I mean, they’re basically the Devon Sawas of 2020?  Were they spared their contemporaries’ fate of constantly over-quoting Billy Madison and Tommy Boy?  

OH MY GOD, DID THEY HAVE AOL SCREEN NAMES, AND WHAT WERE THEY??

What are each of the guys’ favorite song off of Boyz II Men’s “II”? This is possibly the MOST IMPORTANT QUESTION.

Did they die before Jagged Little Pill came out?  That would kind of break my heart.  Not that I expect Julie to start portraying Alanis-levels of anger/angst, but ‘95 was a YEAR for women in rock.  Garbage, Hole, No Doubt, PJ Harvey, The Cranberries, Veruca Salt, Bjork, and countless others-- they all had massive hits that year.  I love the idea of Julie and the guys sitting around the garage listening to all of those women for inspiration.  Can we have a resurgence of female-led rock bands taking over the charts, please?

On a much more serious note, given where the AIDS crisis was in ‘95, it’s no wonder Alex is a nervous wreck. It’s not really something I expect the show to delve into, but man… getting transported to 2020 might’ve been a bit of a blessing (not that things are great now, but y’know, medical progress).

How in the world did none of them fall victim to the whole “white boys dressing hip-hop” trend back in ‘95? I mean… Clueless got it right. (Wait, did they make it to Clueless??)

[kathyprior4200]

BML Livestream Reaction 6/9/2020

To my lovely H.H. viewers, listeners, readers:

Wow! The livestream today on Ashley's channel was incredible. The fandom raised more than 60,000 dollars for the Black Lives Matter charity. (I was one of the unnoticed ones who donated). I'm just as amazed as the show staff at the sheer generosity and talent of this fandom. There were a lot of hilarious moments and very good improvs as well. (ex. Bosco saying in Alastor's voice: "I'm an unstoppable death machine!" And all the "Oh Ashley," running gags.

Onto theories and clip reveals:

There appear to be at least five episodes for Helluva Boss (maybe) and perhaps for Hazbin Hotel as well. When would episode 12 + come out? 2027? I'll happily wait if I can live and last that long.

The first clip revealed showed Blitzo taking to Loona, him saying "have a treat" and then eating the biscuit. Millie appears to be there with Moxxie, drawing a pentagram symbol on a wall. Perhaps a gateway to the human world?

Blitzo (yells at a shy imp): "You set fire to my fucking office in front of a goddamn client you dipshit, now someone please tell me that hocus pocus book is still intact?"

Loona (holding the Satanic book): "Our only ticket to the living world? Grabbed it."

Blitzo: "That's why you're my favorite, Loony! You get a treat."

Loona: "Ew. Stop."

Blitzo eats a treat with a happy look on his face. An imp in a dress stands in the background. Millie draws a pentagram on the wall.

Blitzo (to Loona) "Oh stop it, I get enough of that from my therapist. Now lets get to it, gang!"

They prepare to enter Earth.

Second clip: We are introduced to Loo-Loo Land, an apple-themed circus/amusement park. Loo-Loo is another term for sh*t or bathrooms, so a fitting name for one in Hell. Loo-Loo is a large creepy apple mascot who appears overly cheerful toward the imps and presumably Octavia, who's not impressed. Stolas then takes Blitzo to the rides. He can be seen in a themed outfit, with an apple on his shirt, sorts, and a balloon in his hand. Lucifer has a bar/land called Loo-Loo Land that the theme park is a bad spinoff of it.

Millie (both wear glasses): (Moxxie) "Come on, it's fun! You've never been here?" Moxxie: "No. Theme parks always disturb me. Especially (shakes) the mascots."

A creepy mascot dressed as a red apple appears behind them. He's a red apple with a missing tooth in a wide grin of teeth and one of the eyes hanging from string.

Loo-Loo (in a southern accent) "Well, hey there!"

Millie and Moxxie scream.

Loo-Loo: "I'm Loo-Loo! Welcome to Loo-Loo land!"

Stolas talks to his daughter Octavia by a dinosaur carousel.

Stolas: "Look, Via, it's Loo-Loo!"

Octavia is not impressed with the childish theme park and the lack of more modern rides and features.

Octavia (British accent): "I have a question."

Loo-Loo: Well ask away, little girlie! (Goofy laugh)"

Octavia: "Is it true that this theme park is really a shameless spin-off of Lucifer's more popular Loo-Loo World?" (Disneyland vs Disneyworld)

Loo-Loo: No."

Octavia: "This place reeks of insecure corporate shame."

Stolas: "Why don't we go check out the rides."

Third clip showed what appears to be a rival company to Immediate Murder Professionals. It's called CHERUB, consisting of flying singing sheep with halos and angel wings. It can be assumed that they come from Heaven. Do they save lives (like the alternate E.L.F. in Heavenuva Boss) or do they grant miracles while scamming people? One things for sure, they are super cute. Hmm...maybe they are part of brainwashed sheep who want to spread Heaven's culture so others can mindlessly follow it? Or maybe just as a way to bring down I.M.P. to prove that they can be the best demon killers around? Blitzo blows up a TV in frustration. Now I.M.P. has to find a way to save their company and stop their rivals.

Based on the song, they save people's lives on Earth! (Guess what Hazbins: I thought of the AU E.L.F. characters before this was cool!)

If there is a rival company in Heaven to I.M.P. in Hell, it can only mean one thing: a (Haven) hotel in Heaven may also exist. (Except it would be used to give angels freedom to cause trouble and sin/to be themselves in defiance to the strict rules.)

The sheep angels save people from a car accident, and lift up a rock from a crushed person. They do the work for free, as one of them denies money. With I.M.P. killing humans and C.H.E.R.U.B. saving people, it brings the world in balance. (Though poor sheep: too many people are dying from Covid 19.) Both of them do their part to influence the living world (strangely enough, the Hazbin Earth humans seem accepting of the random creatures who arrive and then leave.

C.H.E.R.U.B. saves people so they have a chance to go to Heaven. I.M.P. kills people for money so the humans wind up in Hell.

Christ's Heavenly Efficient Revivers Under Bless

Christ's Healing Employees Revive Unlimited Bodies

Creators Host Efficient Revival Under Belief

Creating Happy Earth Routines U Believe

Sheep/faun one female: "Luckily for you..."

Sheep two male: "There is something we can do..."

Both: "We can help you feel alive, so you can save some time!(waste and drive?)" (two sheep stand beside a baby angel and all smile)

"Cause here at C.H.E.R.U.B., we can save your honey butt from dying violently. " C.H.E.R.U.B. (R mark) "We never even ask a fee." "Because good people spread the love, "And we're here for all above. "We do the paperwork for you "And the heavy lifting too." (Female sheep is shown exhausted in a pile of paperwork and later shown lifting a boulder from a man.) Both sheep witness a dying man from a car accident and wipe the scene away. "So sit back and let us bless a soul... for you." (all three sing). "Oh we, are the C.H..."

Blitzo blows up the TV in anger.

Random names: The cherub is Blitzo's opposite, Millie and the female sheep and Moxxie and the male sheep.

Blitzo's name is German for lightning. Moxxie means aggressive energy. Millie means mild strength/industrious

Donner= German for thunder Jalen= peace Ardel = industrious

Theories based on the song: 1. Heaven has animal-like Zoophobia characters like Hell 2. C.H.E.R.U.B. saves lives while I.M.P. kills them, thus keeping the world in balance. 3. The cherub leader would be Blitzo's rival. Male sheep vs Moxxie, female sheep vs Millie 4. If I.M.P. had their way, everyone would be dead. If C.H.E.R.U.B. had their way, the earth would be overpopulated. 5. C.H.E.R.U.B. have access to Heaven and Earth. They probably use the Bible to access the living world. 6. C.H.E.R.U.B. would save anyone, even criminals. 7. C.H.E.R.U.B. might have another Loona counterpart. 8. Could I.M.P. and C.H.E.R.U.B. have access to all three realms?

Clip number four: Blitzo and Stolas talk in bed. Stolas goes under the covers and stares seductively at him. He gets the idea to take Blitzo to a Harvest Festival with him as a bodyguard. Blitzo gets suspicious, claiming he won't go if Stolas uses him for sex and his purposes. Soon, Blitzo decides to come along. Stolas then says "sorry about you leaving behind your clients," while Blitzo retorts "Oh fuck my clients!" Best line. Stolas' wife will not be happy when she hears of Stolas and Blitzo's relationship.

Stolas (smokes a cigarette): " It's shocking to it to be seen, Blitzy. My grimoire is incredibly vital. And it isn't supposed to be let out by little imps like yourself." He puts out his cigarette on Blitzo's horns and pinched his cheek. Blitzo sighs and shoves him off. Both appear to be topless.

Stolas: "The Harvest Moon is a very special occasion. It's been my annual duty to celebrate it in the Ring of Wrath. It's a charming little festival with games and music..."

Blitzo: "A wrath ring, huh? My employees are from there. Haven't really been, but it sounds like a place of imprints."

Stolas: "Oh! Why don't you all accompany me to the festival as our special guests?! I'll give you all... (goes under the covers and lies near Blitzo's privates. "...special access." (chuckles)

Blitzo: "Look I told you, we're not bodyguards, alright? It was a one time thing we did and guess what? We did it badly!"

Stolas stands up with the cover over his head.

Stolas: "I'm simply offering a fun work-free day of fun! I feel quite safe at the Harvest Festival. I go every year. Nothing has changed."

Blitzo: "Okay, look if you promise this is not some fuck-fest invite... it does sound like it could be fun. Alright, I'll run it by the others. It sounds like we can work without the book anyway."

Stolas: "I do hope to see you there. I'm sorry your clients will have to wait."

Blitzo: (waves his hand) "Oh fuck my clients!"

We are introduced to new characters: Loo-Loo the creepy apple mascot, the shy imp, owl princess Octavia, "Melodia" the queen, the CHERUB sheep and Robo-Fizz, a robotic jester demon colored black, yellow, white, and light pink-red. It can be assumed that he is red and black and dangerous in his true form. Could Hell's circus be one big conspiracy? Anything is possible in the inferno.

Thank you to all who supported Vivzie's charity and those who continue to show their love for the show and concern for what's going on in the world. Protests, Police, Pandemic, Personal Rights. I donated earlier and I do all I can to keep the fandom together, trying to tapper down the "shipping wars." I don't feel like a hero at all, but I feel good that I'm showing support.

My work is unknown in comparison to all the marvelous Charlastor fanfictions out there:

MuseValentine's "Smiling Man" Angelus19's "Taxidermist"

and many more.

Please don't forget to show support to Hazbin Madness and Radio Hazbin on YouTube. Some people may disagree with me on this, but I think those two voice actors and comic dubbers have better potential than Markapiler and JackdaSepticeye. Yes, the latter two may be famous and well-known, but in my opinion, only HalusaTwin and InSaiyans capture the uncasted Lucifer and Lilith so well. A king and queen of the fandom.

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVkr2V_Y-sIzBH01AbPcufw

But don't fret. This fandom has given me ideas that keep skyrocketing through my head and into the world. I've made fanfictions since 2014 and have only made more after being exposed to DBZ and H.H. My long projects seem to take months to update but as long as I'm alive, inspired and have free time, I won't cease doing what I love. Indeed, Viv's words inspired me toward the end of the stream. She said to a person who donated a lot and the viewers to share their creativity with the world, as it can inspire others. Vivziepop is a role model for me, as are so many of my friends/content creators (artist Ady Laine, theorist BlueRaven666, musician Ashboyo, my close friend Sumera Paleema (DBZ artist) and many others.

Very soon, I'll be expanding upon my rewrites/remixes of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. Indeed, the future episodes may be closer than we think!

Stay safe out there and treat each other well.

-Kathy Prior 42

[coolcoolkerberos]

Rating Side’s Playlists: Janus

Aka I say Vibes 30 times, these aren’t in order

- Come Little Children by Erutan

Disney villain vibes

Evil motherly song, guiding through the dark

“It must be this way” MY FUCKING FEELINGS

Haunting, I love it

7/10, get’s kinda repetitive

- You’re a Cad by the bird and a bee

Oh boy I’ve been hearing this one is about Virgil

First lyric screams “betrayal”

JAZZ VIBES YESSSSSS

A sort of ‘they’ll see through your lies’

“I should be better, but I’m worse” JANUS MISSES VIRGIL MY HEART

“You’re reckless with my heart, still I wait by the fire, I won’t ever get smart”

10/10 I added it to my playlist

- Denial by the Vaccines

Oooo dark vibes

“I know the world is in your hands” Janus calling out someone’s power?

“Please do my turn the light out, oh I don’t think the conversations over” Major SvS Redux vibes

Chill beats

The song is like someone speaking from your head and saying you’re denying your head from information

“I know where you want to go, oh I do, but do you?”

9/10, meaningful

- Mandy Goes To Med School by the Dresden Dolls

OOOOO MORE JAZZ VIBES

I love the piano in this song

I don’t even know what this song is about, I just think it’s neat

Her voice gets a bit annoying but then it gets good

“I’ve been dying to find out the hard way” idk but this lyric SLAPS

“I’ll burn that bridge when I get to it” (KILLER PIANO ENTERS)

8/10 to my playlist thing song goes

- Razzle Dazzle from Chicago

I’ve never listened to Chicago so here we go

Janus loves Jazz TM

“How can they see with sequence in their eyes?” ooooo

“Razzle Dazzle them and they’ll beg ya for more”

why does this seem like Janus telling Virgil he’s tricking everyone else with a friendly disguise?

I’m pretty sure this song is about prostitution

I know this song is supposed to be about disguising bland things with stupid amounts of show, but it gives off the vibe Janus is horny

6/10 just because I thought the song was SUPER repetitive

- Into the Unknown by the Blasting Company

I see over the garden wall (but I never watched it)

Same vibes as Come Little Children

“All that is lost is revealed” OOOO

Singer has rich voice I love it

7/10 I wanted more

- Don’t Tell Mama from Cabaret

Why do I get poor unfortunate souls vibes?

Song about lying about where you are (What Janus thinks Virgil is thinking?)

“I'm breaking every promise that I gave her, so won't you kindly do a girl a great big favor?” Major betrayal vibes

Lying to eachother is a big theme in this song

9/10 TO MY PLAYLIST YOU GO

- It Seemed The Better Way by Leonard Cohen

Again: evil vibes

DEEP VOICES

“Sounded like the truth, seemed the better way. Sounded like tha truth, but it’s not the truth today.” DAMN

This is more on the lying side of Janus

Violins are GOD TIER

7/10 I love the OoooOOOoooo-ing

- Talking at the Same Time by Tom Waits

Jazz Boys Assemble

Subtle trumpets, good beat

Again: MAJOR SvS REDUX VIBES

Kind of silent drunk ranting vibes

“You got to build your nest high enough to ride out the flood”

8/10 voice is annoying at points but it works well

- Anywhere by the Scarring Party

MORE JAZZ!!!! (Kind of Hadestown vibes)

I can’t understand the singer but it’s fun

Lots of dramas and flair

5/10 I couldn’t understand, but the music slapped

- Change by Lana Del Rey

I’ve never listened to a single Lana Del Rey song so this will be fun

Angst-y

“I’ve been thinking it’s just someone else’s job to care, but who am I? To try?” JANUS STOP BREAKING MY HEART

“Change is a powerful thing, I feel a coming in me.”

Janus would most likely try learning this song on piano

ABSOLUTELY HEARTBREAKING HOLY SHIT

9/10 Haunting, and I love it

- As Far as I Can See by Phantogram

Jazz/Techo? Hell yeah.

I really can’t tell if my phone is glitching of if it’s this song

“As far as I can see, nobody loves me. As far as I can tell, nobody loves you either.” OOP

“As far as I can see, nobody’s listening. As far as I can tell, nobody’s listening to me” SvS VIBES

7/10 confusing but catchy

- I Put a Spell On You by Nina Simone

afsgafafsha JANUS IS A HOCAS POCUS FAN

Jazz Vibes, I love her voice

“You know I can’t stand it, you’re running around” VIRGIL ANGST

6/10 I NEED MORE

- All the Good Girls Go to Hell by Billie Ellish

Fun Fact: I thought Billie was a male white 33 year old country singer until I heard this song a couple of months ago

“Once you get inside em, got friends but can’t invite em.” JANUS AND REMUS BEING CAST AWAY BY EVERY OTHER SIDE

“When the water starts to rise, and heaven’s out of sight, she’ll want the devil on her team” SvS REDUX VIBESSSSSS

“You’re cover up, is caving in, man is such a fool why are we saving him? Poisioning themselves now. Begging for our help? Wow.” I JUST ASDFGHJKL

10/10 I love this song for Janus, and I just love this song in general

- Evil Night Together by Jill Tracy

Man Janus just loves those jazz songs

Evil voices? We love it

“Let sway away the hours, let’s spend an evil night together” Janus, I just- I- why is he horny

“Who’s gonna make you a hero? Who’s gonna blow you away?” BETRAYAL VIBES

I just LOVE HOW THE MUSIC BUILDS TENSION

7/10 gets repetitive at the end, but I love this song

- Bladk Hole Sun from Scott Brandlee’s Post Modern Jukebox

Oooo is this jazz or classical

It’s jazz

Her voice is so beautiful

“Black Hole Sun, won’t you come, and wash away the rain?”

More major keys then other songs

INSTRAMENTAL SLAPS

10/10 I have no criticisms

- When the Chips are Down from Hadestown

Asdfashdhahesksksk I KNEW HADESTOWN WOULD BE HERE

Very different from the broadway version in voices, but I think it works for Janus

PIANO BREAK (jams)

“Aim for the heart, shoot to kill, if you don’t do it then the other one will” VIRGIL

“The first shall be first, and the last shall be last. Cast your eyes to heaven: you get a knife in the BACK”

8/10 I love this song but the voices don’t do it for me

- Devil in the Details by Bright Eyes

The voice? SLAPS

“Now you have your cake, don’t hesitate. Come on just do it.”

“There’s no backing out. This is gonna be reality, you can never dream it down.” DAMN

The strings? SLAPS

Angst TM

The guitar? SLAPS

“If there’s still time to turn around, I’m going too” SvS REDUX!!! VIBES!!!

Another 10/10

- Criminal by Fiona Apple

Evil jazzzzzzzz

“When a girl will break a boy just because she can”

Her voice is amazing, and it works well with the tone

“I got a lot to loose, and I’m betting high, so I’m begging you.” SvS vibes!!! (Not redux tho)

I really think Thomas, Joan, and Tayln knew what the fuck they were doing with this song and causing chaos with the Janus and Virgil shippers (yes they exist)

7/10 the ending wanted to be a fade out but it didn’t really work

- Trust in Me from the Jungle Book

Oh Jesus

Ooo opening just BURSTS through the door

Scarlett Johansson didn’t have to go this smooth but she did and I love her for it

MORE EVIL JAZZ

I like this take on the song, gives it more evil mom energy

10/10 I just- amazing

And that’s the end, Janus’ playlist overall is a 8/10

[hauntingblue]

Hiyori is the most effective person to complete their kill so far

[lilibetts]

The Wicked Forest Awaits You...

For Tricks and Treats of Riverdale, Theme 3: Seasonal Celebrations (Haunted House)

Rated E(xplicit) for some wicked fun!

Darkness falls across the land The midnight hour is close at hand Creatures crawl in search of blood To terrorize y'all's neighborhood And whosoever shall be found Without the soul for getting down Must stand and face the hounds of hell And rot inside a corpse's shell

I'm gonna thrill ya tonight I'm gonna thrill ya tonight Ooh, babe I'm gonna thrill ya tonight

The Wicked Forest was reportedly “the most un-hinged haunted attraction in Riverdale”. 

Betty had shown up as soon as the sun went down, and she still spent an hour waiting in line. Alone, of course. Every one of her friends would rather spend Halloween getting drunk at an off-campus party than indulging in the spooky atmosphere. Granted, she hadn’t actually told anyone where she would be going tonight, because the Wicked Forest was firmly in the Southside and as much as some people in the Northside liked to brag or bluster, very few had the guts to actually cross the boundary lines.

That she had gave Betty an illicit thrill.

This year, she’d dressed up as a zombie schoolgirl: hair spray painted gray in a side ponytail to match her torn, bloody white blouse and desaturated gray plaid miniskirt. The face makeup was the most fun to apply, all those Youtube tutorials coming in handy. Gray foundation to give herself a deathly pallor on all expanses of exposed skin, black raccoon eyes, fleshy red ‘gouges’ on the side of her face, and dark red lipstick. 

She wondered what her friends would think if they knew she was actually dressing sexy for once. They probably wouldn’t believe it. 

A haunted house on Halloween was hardly the place to pick up a date, but for Betty, who had been gradually building up her confidence to sign up for Tinder, wearing knee-high white socks and no underwear made her feel like a bold, sexy woman.

“Betty?” a familiar baritone called out from behind her. She turned around and a guy she didn’t immediately recognize waved at her. “Hey.”

Squinting, she took in the mop of black hair and the slim body in a black-and-white skeleton shirt, leather jacket, black jeans and boots, and the skeleton face paint. “Jughead? Is that you? You look amazing!”

“Thanks. So do you.”

Jughead Jones had shared a few classes with her over the past two years. At first, Betty had found him and his voice annoying. She couldn’t be sure at what point over the past two years her feelings had evolved into a massive, uncontrollable crush. Naturally, in true Betty Cooper fashion, she didn’t have the guts to try and make a move and would rather throw herself into the vicissitudes of online hookups. 

Jughead ran a hand covered in fingerless gloves through his hair. “Do you want to go through together?”

“Sure!” She could’ve kicked herself for her bobblehead impersonation then. “So have you gone through this one before?”

“Twice as a guest, but I’ve worked it several times as well.”

“Really? What kind of characters did you play?”

“I did mostly forest work—a Jason Vorhees/Leatherface composite type with a hockey mask and chainsaw. One year I got to be a werewolf.” Jughead sounded more bashful than proud when he admitted that.

“I bet it was fun...I prefer to be on the receiving end of scares, though.”

“Unless it’s one of Chipping’s essay prompts,” he quipped.

Betty groaned and smacked his arm. “Don’t remind me. The last one was so stupid, wasn’t it? ‘Write your own ending to prove there’s no single way to tell a story...but’—”

“—’but I’m still going to pick a winner in the end!’” they both chorused, laughing at their shared derision.

After that they were quickly engrossed in a debate about the best Halloween movies to watch during the buildup to the holiday. Jughead’s preferences ran more towards the older classics and Hitchcock, Betty’s more towards relatively recent films like Hocus Pocus, The Addams Family, and Practical Magic.

Oddly enough, she discovered they both loved the cult hit Ginger Snaps. 

By the time they were at the head of the line, Betty was sure her blush was showing through the heavy makeup.

The general order of the Wicked Forest went like this: haunted house, a maze that led to the shed, a bridge over the creek, then the forest proper.

The baseboards creaked as they crossed into the dilapidated house; maniacal laughter and screams could be heard faintly in the distance. A ghostly apparition dressed like a long-dead bride lit up in the corner of the living room, moaning as its arm raised, pointing a finger at them. Betty gasped and hugged the wall as she moved into the kitchen, Jughead following close by. 

Smoky fog covered the floor, pouring from cauldrons. Made from dry ice, probably, and lit up by green lights. A witch cackled as she stirred her brew. In the corners, cages descended from the ceiling, people in them reaching out and begging for help.

She shared a wide smile with Jughead.

In the bathroom, they found a bloated dead body with red hair, dressed in all white, floating in the tub. “Disturbingly realistic,” Betty muttered to herself. In the dining room, a young woman was suspended up on the wall with long knives sticking out of her body. ‘All those who escaped me before will die’ was scrawled in blood around her body.

“I think she was in our English class last year,” Jughead whispered to Betty, her stomach queasy from the excitement.

They were herded into the basement, where they discovered that in order to get to the other side, they would have to go through a gauntlet of secret society members in dark hooded robes. A red carpet highlighted their path. After they’d taken a few steps past the first hooded figures, they all stepped forward, giving Betty and Jughead less space to escape. As if reading each other’s minds they moved faster, only for the hooded figures to step closer and closer.

One jumped into their path, exposing a Scream mask. Betty was not at all mortified by her little yelp of fright. Not at all.

From there, they were in a cool cellar with a dimly lit tunnel rising up to ground level outside. Cobwebs covered the top and sides and as soon as she spotted the giant spider on top, she had a feeling she knew what was coming. Sure enough, as soon as they passed underneath, the spider dropped onto their heads. Betty shrieked and ran the rest of the way through. 

“Oh my god, oh my god!”

Jughead was clearly laughing at her expense as they emerged outside. “What, are you scared of spiders, Cooper?” he teased her.

“Shut it, Jones.” She snapped back without heat. “Why are you even going through the attraction if it bores you?”

“Oh, it’s never boring. Maybe I’m just enjoying it more with you.”

She felt like she was back in sixth grade again. Should she pass him a note asking ‘do you like-like me? Circle y/n’?

Betty was grateful for the absurdly long lead time in between guests. It meant she wasn’t running into the group ahead or the group behind, like in most other haunted attractions she’d attended over the years.

As they entered the shed, the walls and floor tilted, disorienting her. Then Jughead was there, hand slipping into hers as he helped guide her to more even ground. Even after the floorboards started vibrating underneath them, neither let go of the other. Betty laughed with delight as they pushed through the heavy plastic curtains into an open space occupied by a scene out of a medical horror: a conscious, moaning woman was strapped down on a gurney while a man in a bloody doctor’s mask and lab coat performed what looked like a lobotomy on her, bits of brain matter leaking outside her head. Her chest was held open by a spreader, the bloody mass of her internal organs on display.

“Ew, ew, ew!” Betty stomped her feet and pushed Jughead onwards faster. “Too real!”

The trees pressed in on them more as the manmade pathway guided them to the small bridge that would take them across the creek and into the thick of the forest. Part of the way across, a small golden light came on in the distance, drawing her attention to the side. A hulking body unfolded itself before howling at the night sky above.

Betty didn’t realize Jughead was right behind her until her back was pressed into his front and his hands gripped her hips. She turned her head without taking her eyes off the werewolf. “Your old job?”

“Yeah, me and Fangs used to partner during this bit.”

“Partner?”

A dark shape darted in between the bridge railings, grabbing at her ankles. Jughead’s giggles were almost as loud next to her ear as her startled shrieks before she took off to the other side. She had to remind herself to breathe deeply and calm herself down while they moved on.

Maybe it was the near pitch black of the forest that made her brave, but Betty reached out and slid her hand back in Jughead’s. They shared shy smiles that made hope bloom inside her. 

There was a decrepit school bus sitting right there in the middle of the trees. Not sinister at all. Jughead made a gallant ‘after you’ motion, sweeping low with his bow. Betty fanned herself and simpered, “such a gentleman!”

“Nonsense! I’m merely ensuing you die first, my dear.” His upper crust British accent was atrocious.

“You sounded like Niles Crane from Frasier.”

She forced herself to stop snickering as she stepped up into the bus. At first glance, all the people in the seats were dead or otherwise inanimate. Carefully, she made her way down the narrow aisle, hugging her arms to herself in anticipation of the movement she knew must be com—

“AH! FUCK!” 

Betty twisted around and saw Jughead pressed up against seats opposite a softly hooting ghoul still reaching out for him with gnarled fingers. 

At the front, a burly man wearing a black balaclava stood up suddenly, facing them with an enormous, shiny knife. The momentary relief on Jughead’s face morphed to fear and Betty didn’t have to be told twice as they booked it out of the bus, one more monstrous figure trying to impede their progress.

“So much for the unflappable Jughead Jones,” she started after they caught their breath and made sure the man in the black hood wasn’t following them any longer.

“Har har, I am humbled.”

After that point, the path became increasingly bumpy and overgrown and Betty couldn’t see well enough to stop herself from lurching to and fro. Jughead was right there by her side, using his arm around her waist to keep her from face-planting in the dirt. Given that she was wearing low block heels, she had no idea how some of the other guests were doing this in three inch stilettos.

Maybe it was their surroundings, maybe it was Jughead’s touch that was responsible for her heart continuing to pound wildly. Branches closed in on them before they exited into a small clearing. A fire roared in a pit, the sudden brightness making her eyes hurt and eclipsing what was happening along the treeline. 

“Whoa,” Jughead murmured, alarmed, causing her to squint harder.

People had stepped into the firelight, wearing dark hooded sweatshirts and gray gargoyle masks. Growling could be heard behind them and when Betty and Jughead turned, an inhumanely tall figure stepped around the bushes, with a long robe, some kind of blooded animal skull mask with horns, branches for wings, and a necklace of bones.

The minions stepped closer, closing ranks menacingly. This time, it was Jughead who grabbed her hand and tugged her past the leader and the wooden placard that proclaimed that the creature was the Gargoyle King, and back into the dark forest.

They stumbled along for another minute before Jughead muttered something to himself that sounded vaguely like “ah, fuck it”. 

He led her over to the rope boundary that made up the path and stepped over it.

“What are you doing?”

“Shh! I know this place like the back of my hand. It’s just the lame clown shit ahead. Do you trust me?”

Betty didn’t know about trust, but she was totally down for whatever they might get up to out there. Alone. “Hmm-mm,” she nodded and stepped carefully over the rope too. Together they made their way down a slope and around a cluster of bushes.

She found herself pressed back against a thick tree trunk, warm lips on hers, and the sounds of excited screams nearby reminding her that they weren’t alone. Betty raised up onto her tiptoes and pulled Jughead closer as she kissed him all the more eagerly. 

The heat of his hands could be felt through her shirt while he cupped her breasts, making her tilt her head back to moan.

“Shhh,” he whispered softly this time before dotting soft kisses along her neck.

Their face makeup must be horribly messed up by now but Betty didn’t care. She wanted to take him back to her dorm room, or go to his, and do all the wicked things she’d been fantasizing about.

A little exhibitionism was fun, though.

By the time Jughead slipped his hands underneath her skirt and discovered her little secret, she was incredibly wet. Wet enough for him to let out a quiet expletive and a shuddering sigh as his fingers glided along her inner lips. He quickly removed his glove and slid two up into her, stroking slowly before rubbing steady circles over her clit. Back and forth he went, until she was groaning and bucking her hips against his hand as she came embarrassingly fast.

Apparently haunted houses make for excellent foreplay.

Reaching for the button of his jeans,Betty ignored his protests of “you don’t have to”. It was her turn to shush him as she lowered herself onto her knees and took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head of his shaft to get him nice and wet. Jughead did his best to not thrust into her mouth and his panting breaths were harsh in the relative silence of the night. He lost control towards the end, she could feel him shaking as his hips canted forward and salty wetness burst onto her tongue. 

Veronica was definitely not going to believe her when she told her what she’d done tonight.

They held hands and grinned broadly as they rejoined the path behind another group. When a tall, demented clown caught sight of them in the intense blue light, he groaned and ripped off his mask. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Jones? Were you two fucking off-path? Fucking seriously?”

Jughead only offered his friend a careless shrug. “Hey Sweets, how’s tricks?”

Betty, however, pressed closer against his side and smiled serenely up at the taller man. “Because I’ve already gotten the treat.”

‘Sweets’ groaned at the pun and waved them on. “Just get out of my forest, you freaks.”

They snickered as they made it to the end where a flatbed full of bales of hay was hooked up to a tractor, waiting to take them back around to the entrance. Jughead glanced over at her then, and Betty had to bite back another laugh. His makeup pretty much announced to everyone what they’d been up to, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

Orgasms and finally hooking up with your crush would do that.

“So, would it be too weird for me to ask if you wanted to go out to lunch with me this weekend?”

(His answer was an immediate and resounding yes.)

[thetimelordbatgirl]

So....I finished Hocus Pocus And The All New Sequel.....novel of the film was fine, its standard novel of the film stuff with some stuff sprinkled throughout to hint at the sequel aspect, but that’s it. Sequel part....I’m mixed. I enjoyed some parts, as Poppy did start off as a strong main character and her and Isabella were soo cute and their kiss scene was soo good, and the idea of how the witches return via trading places with mortal souls so the mortal souls take their places in hell was a interesting take. And I do like how they used the idea of Sarah using a phone to control people via her singing, let alone them giving the sisters two new songs at least. And while I’m iffy on her ancestor, Isabella being a witch was a interesting twist at least.

But...I’m also not a fan of some stuff. Like Isabella, the only black girl, being turned into a dog for a-lot of the plot....let alone Travis, another black character, being literally tickle-tortured by Sarah and even told he’d be kept as their...pet, until they decide to eat him.  And like, Poppy herself kinda just by final battle, only contributes by throwing the stone after tricking the witches with throwing Katie’s keys....like compared to Max, that’s kind of eh.  The development of the bullies at least was interesting, aka Jay becoming the principle of the school while Ernie moved to Oregon to become a park ranger so no one becomes lost like they did and Jay’s confirmed protectiveness of Katie around Halloween was interesting at least. But instead of Jay just not liking Max cause he left him and Ernie in that house....they also don’t like Max cause when the two were freed finally cause someone heard them screaming and they tried to tell people....Max just made it out like they somehow got into the house and accidentally locked themselves in the cages, and people believed Max. Like...what??? And I’m sorry, but what was the point of bringing back the sister’s mom if she barley contributed to final fight, was confusing as fuck on why Katie didn’t re-appear at the mom briefly dying and then just, took Travis’ place next before disappearing and I guess going back to hell with the other witches because we don’t see it!

And ngl, Elizabeth really felt like a random ass inclusion, especially as she’s inconsistent a little. She’s the witch and yet, she somehow didn’t know how to turn Isabella back to human until Poppy’s family, mortals, pointed out an idea in Hell??? And like, Binx and Emily kinda barley contributed too beyond allowing Poppy to see her family in hell briefly....like, what was the point??? Oh and we got sequel baited at the end I guess: because somehow no one locks the damn book up and therefore, we learn a male witch survived being dragged back to hell so a teenager still remains missing due to this swap, and he has the book and revives Billy, intending to work with him and I just....well, good luck getting that sequel I guess, is all I can say. 

Like probably can’t be as worse as whatever Disney has in the film sequel, especially with a terf actress in that one, but like, this book is just mixed for me.

[stellar-imagines]

FALL + HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

It’s already mid September and soon it’s that time of the year, if you all know what we mean!

We want to start a new project! Even though we have like 11 requests in progress.

The rules are simple, send us a sentence starter along with the character you want us to write for! Since we have two sets of prompts, we want you to pick from one set.

Please be advised that we only write one character max but can have more than one prompt. We may combine a few requests together [mainly because the request for the same character and the same prompt.] But we will make exceptions if you plan on giving me more details of the scenario you want. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Example: [Character of choice] with [Fall Prompt 1] and [Fall Prompt 2] And not [Character of choice] with [Halloween Prompt 1] and [Fall Prompt 1]

The requests will be tagged with ‘Fall 2019’ or ‘Halloween 2019′ which will be accessible in our tags page soon! We will stop taking requests on 31 October. Be advised that if you send your request on the last day, we will do it. And depending on our schedule and flow of requests, the release of each request will differ.

FALL

“It’s cold come cuddle”

“I had an amazing idea for a Halloween costume but it requires two people, can you please be the other person?”

“Are you listening to Christmas music? What the- what the fuck why is there a tree in the house? (name), it’s October.”

“Every day is Halloween if you try hard enough”

“Trick or Treat yo self”

“Cocoa and Cuddles?”

“I think the sweater is too big”

“Seventeen, (name). Seventeen. Why do you need seventeen fucking pumpkins in your house?”

“I don’t do horror movies- no, puppy dog eyes are against the rules, you can’t make me- fine, I’ll watch a scary movie with you”

“We take Halloween very seriously in this house.” “What about Thanksgiving?” “Fuck Thanksgiving we go from Halloween to Hanukkah/Christmas/etc.”

“Would you light my candle?” “Only if it’s pumpkin spice scented”

“Time to get S P O O P Y”

“I’m not a witch, but I am a lil bit of a bitch”

“It’s autumn why is it so damn hot outside?”

“I thought you said you knew how to start a fire!” “I said I could probably figure it out.”

“Please don’t fall out of that tree.”

“Stargazing. Now. Why? Because it’s romantic, idiot.”

“Is that my shirt?” “It’s the only one that will warm my cold soul”

“I don’t think ice cream is a good idea, it’s like 30 degrees out”

“I thought you said we were gonna watch a scary movie” “we are”’ “(name), Hocus Pocus isn’t a scary movie”

HALLOWEEN

“I’m not the only one with blood on my hands.” “But you’re the only one with actual blood on their hands.”

“How and when exactly did you figure out you were immortal?”

“You can’t kill something that isn’t alive!” “I think he would beg to differ.”

“How long have you been dead?” “50 years.” “Damn. Guess I missed the funeral then.”

“Have you lived under a rock the past three years?” “YES! I WAS LITERALLY UNDER A GRAVESTONE.”

“You look the same as you did 600 years ago.” “Thanks. I have a great skincare routine.”

“Bite me!” “No thanks. I’m trying to go on a diet.”

“Your lips are so red… they match your eyes.”

*Pulls knife out of chest* “Was that supposed to hurt?”

“Ugh, you think sunburn is bad? Moonburn is like ten times worse.”

“I’d take a bullet for you.” “It’s not romantic when you’re immortal.”

“I know you missed me. Just admit it. I saw you go to my grave every day.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you didn’t have wings yesterday, correct?”

“I’m not completely human anymore. Remember that, next time you go to punch me in the face.”

“You have to go! Run!” “From what?” “Me!!”

“You forgot to lock the cage.” “So?” “Darling, he’s a werewolf.”

“How the hell am I supposed to explain this?” “Aliens?” “….Aliens.” 

“What are you so afraid of? You’re already Dead!”

“How do you ACCIDENTALLY become the leader of a ghost army?” “I don’t know, long story.”

“Truth be told, I’m not sure that any of them are actually dead.”

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[magicrested-a]

Okay, as I rambled about earlier. Wyatt’s DNA (and blood) has traces of demonic DNA within it. @melliwell​ helped me out with this a lot. But basically, because of the chocolates piper ate before she and Leo conceived Wyatt, he was essentially created from the source’s dark magic and blood. So now, a tiny amount of demonic DNA is apart of Wyatt’s and always will be.

It’s not something that controls him, or say - influences him like being half demon would. But because of it, he does have an affinity towards demons (as we’ve seen in the show) and unwillingly feels almost at ease or welcomed around them. That is probably the only side effect, along with perhaps an even better high resistance than most witches and his inability to get sick or die from ‘natural causes’ like starvation, thirst, disease etc (but a lot of that has to do with his power too). Other than that, it is not something that has ‘corrupted him’ nor will it. It just is. It makes him something other than human and, potentially, witch (but not demon, just like a mutated witch or smth, but not something as similar to part demon or fully demon blooded). 

However, as it is directly the sources’ DNA. The only problem it poses is the fact that Wyatt is connected to the source and can be lightly controlled by him. It wouldn’t be something as strong as a total puppeteer action, but more things that influence the subconscious state of mind or reflexes and certain aspects of mobility that we don’t think about when we’re doing it. But one thing we do know in charmed is that those with a direct blood link or magical link to the source cannot kill him or they risk becoming him. Luckily enough, the source was vanquished but when Wyatt brings him back from the dead in Desperate Housewitches i firmly believe that the blood connection between them is what allowed that to happen rather than wyatts actual power (though that certainly helped) because it seems weird to me that Wyatt is able to bring demons back from the dead but not people. But, if he has that connection to not only a demon, but the source of all evil. It makes sense that he can bring back demons who have been vanquished into total nothingness. 

No one knows the truth though, and no one ever will (except maybe the triad themselves as they seemed to know a hell of a lot about Wyatt that no one knew). But if anyone were to do tests, they’d find that Wyatts third helix is different to that of other witches and witch-whitelighters, they just wouldn’t know what it was unless they were able to compare it to demons. 

Long story short, Wyatt’s DNA/blood has small traces of demonic DNA in them and he’s not human (even though witches weren’t really to begin with). 

The source can fuck him up if he ever came back (but! wherever it is that he is he still may have the power to reach Wyatt through nightmares bc of that stupid bond) but it’s not like Wyatt is going to turn into a demon or be corrupted by it. 

the demonic dna is almost like a dead vaccine in a way. It isn’t an excuse for what he becomes in the UF and it isn’t the reason for it. He did that and chose that all on his own.

His blood would taste slightly off to any vampire or being that happened to drink it but its not so noticeable that they can recognise it as demonic. that and they just assume the different taste is just simply because of who he is, the twice blessed child.

This ‘demonic dna’ is also NOT why he’s prone to evil or turning evil. As mentioned earlier its just a thing about him. It may add to his ‘darkness’ that he has in him, but that is a matter of who wyatt is, his soul, and the fact that the world wants him to be evil so it can fill the vacuum left by what the source’s child would have posed against the charmed ones. (his destiny may, itself, have been the cause or why he ended up with demonic dna but it never did much to him the long run). 

I think if that disease from hulkus pocus ever returned and if wyatt was infected, I think he’d be immune to it seeing as the disease is a result from demon and human blood (i think its been a while since ive seen the ep) mixing while his blood is already like that and had time to properly combine without turning into total chaos. The same would probably go for the croatoan virus in spn - Wyatt would be immune (but that’s just for fun lol it has no bearing here). That would also be another ‘side effect’ of his demonic dna.