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seeing terrifier 3 at the theater was the first time i've left my apartment alone in almost a year so yeah tbh this silly cloon really means a lot to me

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Abraxas Possessed Jack Delroy preview anyone? :3

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I'd joyride him, God damn.

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Movies used to have Bruce Campbell in them. Back when god was still listening.

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I do love when two very fucked up people are in very fucked up love with each other

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a new years surprise from my best friend that i share with you 🙏

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I just love these bts pics of Costas sitting casually in the traps.

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🙃

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John Kramer: The heart cannot be involved. Emotionally, there can be nothing there.

Also John Kramer: Carlos I am your new grandpapa please let me fix your bike and also I would literally die for you

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you know what i love? 80s horror and 2000s horror. the vibes are just so good man

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✨girl dinner✨

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imagine, if you will, a teenage Bo who finds himself in possession of a camera. maybe it was a Christmas present from a distant relative. maybe he swiped it from a fellow student, or out of the front seat of a car he was supposed to be detailing. he's not sure why he took it. he just takes things, it's no big deal.

Vinny doesn't want it. he doesn't want anything to do with Bo's moral failings. he becomes more like his mama every day, really perfecting that judgmental fucking stare. so Bo keeps the thing for himself. pops it open, takes a look at the inner workings. pulls a couple pieces out, realizes it's more complex than he would've thought.

he finally takes a look through the viewfinder. and there's something about that, isn't there? things look different. I mean, they look the same, but...different. more real, somehow. his scuffed sneakers on the floor. his pocketknife bumped up against his zippo on the dresser. the door that stands between him and the rest of the house.

he hesitates, hops off the bed and goes to the mirror. points it at himself, but of course, when he looks all he can see is the camera. the wide, blank, all-seeing eye of the lens has replaced that face that gets him in all kinds of trouble. he kind of likes it, the way he's there and not there. the way he can see everything but you can't see him.

so he takes pictures now. he doesn't show anyone, although once or twice he gets the urge to show Vincent. to say "look, man. that's art, isn't it? even though I did it, just pushed a button. feels like art, right?" but he doesn't. Vincent gets more like Mama every day. Bo tucks the pictures on the floor behind his nightstand, a hiding place even his twin doesn't know. at least until there are too many to fit back there, and then he has to find a box for them.

he keeps that box close to his bed, though. he pulls the photos out and flips through them on nights he can't sleep. he thinks about the world inside them, how it looks the same as this one but feels different. feels better.

he's got a favorite. looks at it almost every night. he'd hang it up, probably, if he could. it's nothing remarkable, just the view from his bedroom window a step before twilight. the stars aren't quite visible yet, but the moon is. it's only a sliver, thin and white like a fingernail. the trees against the sky are dark and quiet. the phone lines sag above the street.

that's home, he always thinks, and he's not quite sure what he means. but that's home, that view, more than the house. more than his room, more than the town.

when he goes to sleep, he sees the moon behind his eyes.

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@pinkberry1rxx sent me this ridiculously cute photo of Thomas Hewitt. Just LOOK at him!