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COSTAS MANDYLOR as Detective Lieutenant Mark Hoffman in SAW 3D (2010)

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R.I.P. Tony Todd (December 4, 1954 – November 6, 2024)

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It was a chilly autumn night. Steven had been tucked into bed just a few minutes ago, just after a hot cup of coca. Now he was in the kitchen preparing another round of mugs, one for him and one for Michael. He hummed quietly along to the tune of ‘Mr. Sandman’ by The Chordates as he did.

Once finished, he grabbed them by the handles and brought one to the other. He gave him a chance to sip the drink before he spoke. “Halloween’s coming up. And your birthday. How’re you feeling?”

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“  stop fussing— this isn’t my blood.  ” / for randy or chad

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Was Randy fussing? Yeah, he was. But was he fussing more than anyone else would if they stumbled upon someone practically covered in blood? Yeah, probably. Maybe his past trauma was to blame, but seeing anyone who looked like they were turned into a human(?) rag was enough to make his own blood run cold. 

And then hearing it wasn’t Stefan’s blood, like he initially thought? That didn’t exactly make things much better. The knot in his stomach grew bigger, a feeling of unease filled his entire body as he continued to look over the other’s. He released his hands from Stefan’s arm, taking a small step back.

“Who’s fucking blood is it then?”

@ripstefan

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🛌 Liam & Kevin

Send me 🛌 to crawl into bed with my muse!

Kevin wasn’t usually such a sound sleeper. It normally would’ve taken a lot less to wake him - he would’ve been up at the sound of the door (or window, he still wasn’t too sure how the other got in) opening. However, he that night only stirred in his spot on the bed. He blamed it on the new strain he brought home from work that evening. Just a few hits and he was passed out on top of his blankets. 

It wasn’t until he felt the bed dip under someone else’s weight that he became more alert. He was still a bit slow to waking up, but he managed to turn towards the other body inhabiting the bed. Sleepy eyes blinked open and attempted to focus on the face not too far from his own. It took him a few moments, but he was eventually able to recognize the familiar face.  

“What’re you doing here, shorty?” He asked in a low tone. There was a small laugh thrown after his words because while he is a bit confused, he’s not exactly bothered by the disturbance. “You came here to light up? Or just the cuddle session after?” He followed up with, the corners of his lips spreading wide into a dopey smile. He turned onto his back and stretched his lanky limbs out.

He still kept an arm extended once he was finished, so that Liam could slot into the spot next to him if he chose.

@mccallofthewild

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[ FIRE PLACE ]  for  sender  and  receiver  to  get  cosy  by  a  wood  burning  fire  place. (For Jeremy)

✰ — SHIPPY AUTUMN PROMPTS    !  ༄

The cabin had been in his family for years, somewhere close to a century. *On paper* it only just came into his (a.k.a Adam Carr’s) possession, but paper didn’t erase the blueprint from his mind, and it certainly didn’t fix the markings from the wall each summer where they tracked his height - if only they could see his towering figure. But he didn’t purchase the property to dwell on the past. He always had a love for the property, the space and solitude it provided. He rented it once more because he wanted to make new memories. And he knew exactly who he wanted to do that with on his first trip back.

The day had been simple, nice. Quiet, minus their constant playful bickering. Jeremy did what he could to make the other comfortable, and it seemed to be paying off. As they day wound down into a rather chilly night, Jeremy decided to start up the fireplace while Billy got them another round of beers. And currently, they were basking in the fruits of his labor. The pair relaxed on the floor on a big plush carpet on the floor. Dark brown, possibly bear fur - he always forgot which animal. A blanket sat over their shoulders, a bit too small for them to both use without huddling close.

 He could have grabbed a bigger one, they certainly weren’t limited - but there was no fun in that.

He lifted his head from Billy’s shoulder, sipping his beer as he took an up-close look at him. He’s seen those features dozens of times, studied them likely more than he did his own (before his procedures, at least). “You’re really handsome when you keep your mouth shut.” He blurted out, a half-hearted attempt to mimic the other before backing out. “And when you don’t.” He quickly followed up with, knees gently bumping into the other’s.

@popularmxnster

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[ dress ] - raleigh to dewey

❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

“You look perfect.” Dewey was quick to compliment as he looked the figure over - and what little over it was covered by his outfit. When he first brought it up, it was more or less a joke. An innocent comment made in passing. But clearly there must have been some sort of intent behind it for the comment to linger in both their heads, painting an image that, while it was foreign, wasn’t revolting to them. And after a somewhat lengthy discussion, they took a rather discreet trip to one of the boutiques a town over.

And now there they were; Dewey sat at the side of the bed with his uniform half undone, and a barely dressed Raleigh currently straddling his lap. Certainly a far leap from the silly little comment that initiated all of this — - not that Dewey was complaining in the slightest. A hand travelled around his waist, thumb looping over the waistband of the thong clinging to the younger’s skin. He brought his lips to the side of Raleigh’s face, kissing from his jaw to his earlobe. 

“The best part of getting a present like this is unwrapping it.” He teased in a whisper, while fingers continued to linger over the soft fabric. Though, as eager as he was to get the other naked, he wasn’t as eager to rid himself of the current image Raleigh presented…

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In the source link you will find #570 gifs of Froy Guiterrez in The Strangers: Chapter 1. He is Mexican (Caxcan descent) and white (Norwegian, Hungarian, English, Irish, some German and Swiss-German). Froy is queer which is something to keep in mind if/when choosing to use him as an FC. Do not use in gif hunts or make icons. See gif directory for full list of rules. Remember to please like and reblog if you decide to use.

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he’s the worst man ever invented but of course, his breasts are sublime

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“  this  pumpkin  kinda  looks  like  you. ” - chandler to joey

✰ — SHIPPY AUTUMN PROMPTS    !  ༄

“—what?” Joey’s squinted, his head tilting as if he were trying to see himself in the pumpkin. Pumpkin picking was something the pair always something they did as tradition, even before becoming boyfriends. It was one of the many things that maybe made people think they already were boyfriends. It was a spot his family would usually go to, he was supposed to go with them later in the month. It was a quaint fair-like setup an hour upstate, just a small taste of what life was like when you weren’t surrounded by skyscrapers. 

Joey loved the food, but he loved the activities too. 

They couldn’t do much to decorate the front of their apartment. But a couple of jack-o-lanterns to hang out outside the front door until they started stinking up the hallway sounded like the perfect idea to the actor - though, Chandler usually coaxed him into a more appropriate spot. 

Eventually, he broke out into a small fit of laughter, joined with a playful roll of his eyes. “We should try to find one that looks like you so they could match,” he countered with. He reached a hand up to ruffle the other’s hair, fixing it back into place just as quickly. He then reached both arms out to take the pumpkin ; or Chandler if he was feeling particularly affectionate. Either or.

@hvneydcws

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ZACH TINKER 💪

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The fourteenth was always a bit of a disorienting day for the slasher. Most of the time he spent the entirety of it unconscious, dead to the world until whatever force keeping him alive decided to bring him back. It was a repetitive process, but Jason only saw it as a routine; and mother always taught him about the importance of a routine. Especially when it came to trespassers. 

That night had been a successful hunt. No one escaped, no one survived, mother was pleased. His mask got damaged in the process - thanks to the axe he took to the side of his head, but thankfully it still served its purpose. But s the morning crept in, he felt… strange. Mother was gone, everyone was dead, all that were left were himself and the other forest dwelling critters. 

He wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself at that point. So he walked. Away from the cabin he’d broken into, even away from the abandoned cabin he called home. He only slowed down as his body began to heal itself, even taking a moment to lean against a nearby tree. That was when he noticed the body on the ground. At least, he thought it was a body on the ground.

But no. As he continued to watch the naked figure, he noticed he was in fact still breathing. But something told him not to attack. It was as if whatever controlled Jason knew Jacob wasn’t human, or maybe it didn’t trust its host to be strong enough to take another battle. Whatever the reason was, he didn’t see the wolf as a threat. Actually, quite the opposite…

He dropped his blade against the soft ground, and he too fell down to his knees. Slowly, he crawled over to where the other slept. Earlier in the afternoon, he’d seen two counselors sneak off;- two guys. To say it made him curious was an understatement. And judging by the erection bulging the front of his pants, he was seemingly interested in Jacob in a similar way.

He brought his mask over his head and sniffed over the warm flesh, like a dog greeting another. As he reached the already leaking cock, he was quick to use what he saw before as a guide. His tongue stuck out to give the meaty head a few kitten licks, attempting to catch every glob of precum he was able to force out. 

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@inxspacetime requested a starter from Jacob Black (using beta editor).

It has been a long while since he's pushed himself to this point. Training his body - human and wolf - until immense exhaustion takes hold. Exhaustion so heavy and cumbersome that Jacob doesn't even make it all the way back to the warmth of his cabin bed and instead is forced to make due with the softness of the damp forest floor beneath his bare body. It was doubtful anything could even harm him due to the sheer durability of his tough body, the furnace-like heat causing small amounts of steam to waft off of his athletic, powerful form - internal temperature fighting against the cool breeze.

He hadn't bothered to stow away any spare clothing and instead opted to embrace his natural nudism. No sense in covering up when shifting between forms so often. Not like there would be anyone around since the whole area had been abandoned some years ago due to whatever reason. Jacob just appreciated the privacy.

No one to bother him.

No one to complain over his naked form. Plush muscles so pumped from the harsh workout, his large chest rising and falling with each slumberous breath he took. Something about his genetics of a shape-shifter kept Jacob in terrific shape, but it was undoubtable the effort he put in too. But no matter how much he worked his body, it was clear that once piece of him was a pure gift... the long, thick piece of meat draped over his trunk-like thigh. The head dripped with a steady amount of potent pre-cum already pooling into the soil beside him, undoubtedly due to the massive set of balls that rested full and heavy underneath the intimidating shaft.

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“You look like shit, man.” (( @ leo! ))

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Leo’s eyes narrowed in Adam’s direction hearing his ‘compliment’. Did he look like shit? Yes. It was a common effect of fighting one of the biggest guys in the city, no matter if you won or lose. In Leo’s case, he’d won, which meant the other guy could only look even worse. Still, even if that could be considered a fact, it was especially great to hear when his temples were still throbbing from where the beast of a man had been whacking at his head. 

But he knew the skinnier man meant relatively well but his comment. The look in his eyes told him it came from a place of concern and not of criticism - or at least, a place that leaned more towards one than the other. So despite his less-than-pleased glare, a faint grin tugged at the corners of his lips after a few moments. “You’re one to talk.” His words are more teasing than anything else, even if his tone didn’t quite suggest it.

“I’ll tell you about it over a beer, my treat.” He offered, holding up the six-pack he just got back from purchasing.

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when's the last time you slept? - for fred

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“—- uhhh.” The young investigator needed a second to think about it. It wasn’t that he lost count! He just… totally lost count. This most recent case the gang has taken on was one of their hardest yet. And to make matters even more pressing, a missing person was involved. The team was working tirelessly to get some sort of lead. Well, maybe not tirelessly, but sleep was definitely lost from all members of the group *(minus their canine mascot, of course).

He thought he was doing a better job at hiding it, but the redness in his eyes - and the bags under them - gave him away. “Do I look that bad?” He rubbed at his face with both hands. He didn’t even wait for a response before he was slowly shutting the screen to his laptop. “I think it’s best I don’t answer and just you force me into bed.” The fellow blond surrendered, with a much too tired smile spun across his lips.

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[ FANGS ]  for  sender  to  playfully  bite  receiver  with  plastic  fangs. - parrish to chad

✰ — SHIPPY AUTUMN PROMPTS    !  ༄

Loud music blasted throughout the frat house, decorated head-to-toe in the cheesiest decorations New York City had to offer. The party was alive and well, a rainbow of lights dancing over a pretty hefty crowd of people who continued to dance along. Currently, Chad moved over to a couch settled at the corner of the room with his sister and her girlfriend.

His costume wasn’t anything special; a white button down that was just barely buttoned and two obviously fake bite marks applied to the right side of his neck, accompanied with two trickles of fake blood that went down the bumpy terrain of his six-pack. Perhaps it was a bit morbid to dress up as a Dracula’s victim given the past year he’s had, but no one would dare point that out to him. 

Besides, it was a couple’s costume.

While he was in the middle of a heated debate with his twin, his little Dracula decided to join them. He felt the plastic fangs against the left side of his neck and couldn’t help but jump slightly in surprise. He turned his head slightly to see a familiar blond head of hair. With a playful roll of his eyes, he reached a hand up to half-heartedly cup his lover’s face. 

“Finally,” he exclaimed. “I thought I was gonna have to go look for you.” As he spoke, he ducked his head in order to gently bite at his neck in return.

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Gus

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“  your blood is just too pretty to keep inside.  ” ( dewey )

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“Uh—u-uhh…” Dewey wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that. When he first trudged into this situation, he thought he was doing the right thing. They guy seemed a bit out of it back at the bar, maybe even a bit drunk. So of course Dewey decided to offer him a ride home. ‘Better to help him now than to have to book him later on that night’, he thought to himself. 

But as the drive went on, the younger seemed to sober up - and his words started to grow… dark. Dewey attempted to overlook it, until it was too late. Bu then, they were pulled over just a short walk away from the old farmhouse. The younger killer straddled the deputy on the side of the road, practically licking at the first cut he made into his skin.

Dewey wasn’t sure what to think at that moment, he just wanted to make it out of this ordeal with at least most of his blood still ‘inside’.

“Last person to say something like that to me is buried.” Not at all by his doing- but Johnny didn’t need to hear that. “Wh-y don’t you just put that away, and we can work something out…” He couldn’t fight his way out of this, not successfully. He could barely run after his first run-in with a killer. The only trick he had was bargaining; a trick he really didn’t expect to work on someone this crazed, but it was worth a shot.

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