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CHUCKY (2021–) S02E02 | The Sinners Are Much More Fun

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     𝐚  𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐠  𝐨𝐟  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝐚𝐬  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝  𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝  𝐚𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬.     she  was  so  used  to  sevika  being  frustrated  at  her,  that  she  barely  reacted  to  her  anger  anymore  because  it  just  felt  normal  to  her  after  all  these  years.     cooking  wasn't  exactly  something  she  was  good  at.     sure,  she  could  make  things  out  of  scraps  and  metal,  but  food?     she  just  didn't  seem  to  make  anything  but  a  big     𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬     and  it  was  a  different  kind  of  mess  than  she  was  used  to.     letting  out  a  groan,  pink  eyes  roll  as  she  looked  over  at  her,     "     why?     silco  never  bothered  to  teach  me,  why  do  you  feel  the  need  to?     "     jinx  asked,  tilting  her  head  as  she  looked  at  her.     silco  had  taught  her  a  lot,  but  somehow  cooking  had  been  a  skill  that  he  hadn't  deemed  necessary  to  teach  her,  maybe  because  it  was  something  he  could  do  for  her,  instead  of  all  the  things  she  could  do  for  him.     but  now,  she  had  isha  to  think  about  and  she  guessed  she  had  to  look  out  for  herself  now.     she  smirked,  who  knew  big  ol'  sevika  was  actually  a     𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐞     under  those  harsh  words  and  dark  looks?     "     we've  all  eaten  worse  than  a  bit  of  dirt  and  worms,  just  the  joys  of  the  undercity,     "     she  teased,  eyes  looking  over  the  mess  and  she  groaned  softly,  she  wasn't  going  to  enjoy  cleaning  this  up.     that  was  always  the  boring  part  of  anything.     an  eyebrow  arched  as  she  looked  at  her,     "     you  can  cook?     never  took  you  for  the  homemaker  type,     "     slender  arms  cross  over  her  chest  as  she  tries  to  figure  out  the  angle  of  why  sevika  was  looking  out  for  her  still.     with  silco  gone,  surely  there  was  no  reason  for  her  to  keep  doing  so  and  yet  she  just  couldn't  seem  to  shake  each  other  off,     "     fine     .     .     .     but  don't  expect  me  to  be  any  good  at  it.     you  may  actually  be  better  off  teachin'  isha,     "     though  it  was  for  isha  that  she  was  giving  this  a  try.

@nghtmarish asked: "what a clown show“ (sevika & jinx) // still accepting this meme

"a clown show of your making." to say that sevika was angry at jinx was an under statement. but when was she not? the small, blue haired girl just knew how to push all of her buttons. she always had and always would. it was like a gift. sevika didn't know if it was better or worse without silco. "i feel like i'm dealing with two children." and isha was the only child. "you need to learn how to cook." and she knew it fell on her to teach that life skill. just the thought gave her a headache. "what will you do one day if i'm not here anymore because you were the death of me?" what jinx had done was not cooking. not even close. and now whatever she'd considered 'dinner' was all over the walls and floors. "feed yourself and isha by digging for worms and other bugs in the ground? hope isha learns first makes you food?" both scenarios were sadly very possible for a real outcome. "clean this mess up." she knew that wasn't happening. "you'll watch me make dinner tonight. and you will learn." it would be nice to have peace. just for one goddamn day. with jinx that wasn't possible.

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okay imma try & answer any christmas themed memes i have in my inbox, still accepting winter themed stuff.

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@wildhecrt ; sam : ⛸️ ; for our muses to go out ice skating together. festive scenarios ; selectively accepting.

     𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭  𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰  𝐰𝐡𝐲  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.     okay  that's  a  lie.     deena  knew  exactly  why  she  agreed  to  go  iceskating  with  sam  and  that  is  because  sam  wanted  to  go  and  she  couldn't  say  no  to  her,  especially  when  she  gave  her  that  cute  little  smile.     she  was     𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤     for  that  smile.     which  was  how  she  ended  up  at  the  skating  rink  with  sam,  bundled  up  in  an  oversized  hoodie  and  a  pair  of  gloves  that  she  had  to  borrow  from  sam,  unable  to  figure  out  exactly  how  to  put  her  feet  underneath.     this  is  bullshit  and  she  was  looking  like  a  total  loser  in  front  of  sam,  who  seemed  to  just  move  on  the  ice  with  an  ease  of  someone  who  had  been  doing  it  for  years,  whereas  deena  looked  like  fucking  bambi  on  ice.     clinging  to  the  edge,  getting  irritated  at  herself  every  time  a  kid  went  zooming  by  in  a  way  that  she  couldn't  figure  out,  how  long  would  she  have  to  do  until  she  could  just     𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡     sam  zoom  around  instead?     she'd  buy  her  a  hot  chocolate  to  make  up  for  it.     smiling  softly  as  sam  approached  her,  shaking  her  head  as  she  looked  at  her,     "     don't  laugh  at  me.     i'm  aware  how  pathetic  i  am,     "     for  someone  who  could  do  some  cool  tricks  on  a  skateboard,  she  couldn't  figure  out  how  to  move  her  legs  on  ice,     "     i  don't  know  how  you  do  this,  babe.     i  can't  figure  this  shit  out,     "

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     𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬  𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐢𝐦,     his  mother  had  insisted  he  learn  from  a  young  age,  a  way  to  challenge  an  intelligent  mind  that  would  wander  too  far  without  it.     music  had  challenged  adam  then,  learning  all  sorts  and  as  the  years  went  by,  he  continued  to  learn  more  from  different  composers.     but  the  real  challenge  had  come  from  learning  to  make  his  own  music.     inspired  by  his  favourite  composers,  he  liked  making  up  his  own  melodies,  his  own  music  that  seemed  to  be  a  better  use  of  his     𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬     than  anything  else.     it  was  the  best  use  of  his  time  and  he  liked  being  able  to  sit  alone  at  his  piano,  sheets  of  music  in  front  of  him  as  he  worked  out  the  melodies  that  he  felt  were  taking  over  his  mind.     the  music  able  to  say  so  much  more  than  he  could  ever  really  find  the  words  to  do  so.

     𝐡𝐞  𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭  𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤  𝐮𝐩  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫  𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠,     he  already  knows  who  it  is,  her  scent  filling  his  nostrils.     his  muse,  his  heart,  his  star.     she  was  someone  he  never  expected  to  meet  and  yet  things  had  happened  in  a  way  that  had  just  felt  so  right,  so  normal,  and  now  he  could  not  imagine  his  life     𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭     her.     it  was  why  he  didn't  say  anything  as  she  moved  further  into  the  room,  anyone  else  he  would've  snapped  at  for  them  to  leave  and  he  would  continue.     but  with  her,  he  just  kept  going,  continuing  to  write  his  music  and  allowing  her  to  come  closer,  even  leaning  into  her  a  little  as  he  feels  her  arm  wrap  around  him.     eyes  glance  up  as  he  sees  the  mistletoe  come  into  view,  putting  his  pencil  down  and  turning  his  head  to  look  at  her,  leaning  into  the  soft  kiss,     "     i  don't  like  interruptions,  but  this  kind?     these  ones  i  like,     "     adam  smiles  softly,  his  hand  coming  up  to  cup  her  chin,  light  blue  eyes  looking  over  her  face  as  he  turned  to  face  her.     his  music  abandoned  for  now,  but  only  temporarily.     leaning  in  again,  the  hand  on  her  chin  moving  to  cup  her  cheek  as  he  kissed  her  again,  a  gentle  hum  on  his  lips  as  he  pulled  back,     "     i'm  going  to  assume  you  came  in  here  for  a  reason,  star.     what  is  it?     "

@nghtmarish sent in: 'mistletoe' / adam

send "mistletoe" to kiss my muse! // accepting

Nestled in her palm carefully, Star carried a small spring of fresh mistletoe, the dark red ribbon that held it together cool against her palm. Christmas and Yule decorations adorned almost every corner of the hotel, more candles than usual burning, the smell of pine and cinnamon filling the air, but it was the sound of piano playing something other than an old Christmas song that had given the vampire her idea.

Ever so carefully, Star pushed open the door of the music room, fireplace burning, golden candelabra set atop the black grand piano where Adam sat with a pen in his hand. Sheet music lay atop the piano closest to him, intricate handwriting that Star quickly gathered was his own composing, causing something in her heart to be tugged at. While she did quite enjoy seeing the more monstrous side, the controlling side of him, this... these softer moments could genuinely make her love him.

After all, he had been the one to save her that night under the boardwalk when she had nowhere else to go, given her the solution to all her worries and fears. Adam had given her the strength to use her hurt and anger for things she otherwise never would have, rather than opting for kindness and goodness instead.

Draping an arm across his chest from behind, Star rest her chin on his shoulder briefly, brown eyes looking over notes she didn't understand, before revealing the mistletoe from behind her back, holding it above their heads. Adjusting herself slightly, her lips found his in a soft kiss, the mistletoe falling to their feet.

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⤷ insp by @steveharrington​

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El Hopper Stranger Things 3.02 — The Mall Rats

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MAKE ME CHOOSE: @ayacash asked: Toni Topaz or Cheryl Blossom?

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MAGGIE RHEE IN THE WALKING DEAD: DEAD CITY | 1.02 “Who's There?”

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i've done some writing today, but thrown it all into the queue, will add more and i just keep shuffling the queue so keep a look out for things.

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"It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Dean." ↳ 2.19 - FOLSOM PRISON BLUES

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if you haven't watched violent night, with david harbour as the most badass santa ever, you are absolutely missing out.

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SILCO and JINX in ARCANE Season 1 Ep. 4: 'Happy Progress Day!'

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@sparethcsympathy ; jinx / 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ; 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. 42. bones, imagine dragons.

     𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐜𝐨  𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬,     he  had  never  given  much  thought  to  raising  children,  maybe  a  passng  thought  before  things  all  fell  apart.     he  remembers  the  odd  conversation  with  vander  about  the  idea  of  raising  children,  it  had  come  up  first  when  felicia  had  told  them  she  was  pregnant  the  first  time,  and  then  again,  when  she  fell  pregnant  again.     it  had  been  vander's  dream,  not  his.     but  it  had  given  them  something  to     𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭     for.     until  vander  had  stopped  fighting  piltover,  turned  on  him  and  chosen  to  kneel  under  the  subjuation  of  topside.     he  could  move  past  the  other  trying  to  kill,  but  he  couldn't  move  past  that  decision  and  that  had  been  the  ultimate  betrayal.     except  now,  he  had  taken  in  the  youngest  of  felicia's  children,  powder  jinx,  she  had  been  insistent  that  her  name  was  jinx  and  he  was  trying  his  best  to  abide  by  her  wishes.     it  was  just  something     𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝     and  something  that  he  hadn't  ever  expected  to  be  doing,  not  alone  anyway  and  after  everything  that  had  happened,  he  had  abandoned  the  idea  as  some  delusional  dream,  except  it  was  a  reality  now.

     𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐢𝐧  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫  𝐭𝐨  𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤  𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐚𝐭  𝐡𝐞𝐫,     work  abandoned  as  he  watched  her  draw  and  colour  with  papers  all  around,  different  shades  of  pink  and  blue  across  the  pages.     a  small  but  soft  smile  pulls  at  his  lips,  the  right  side  pulling  into  a  smile  as  he  looked  at  her.     he  hadn't  really  let  her  out  of  his  sight  very  much  since  that  night,  even  with  everything  that  had  to  be  done  with  the  lanes  with  vander  gone.     it  was  his  time  to  take  over,  to  finally  create  the  free  nation  of  zaun  like  they  he  had     𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬     dreamed.     all  his  hardwork  from  years  of  hiding  and  scraping  together  would  be  worth  it,  they  would  get  their  independence  and  he  would  keep  fighting  for  it.     but  he  would  also  find  time  for  her,  she  was  curious  and  smart,  inching  his  way  into  his  dark  heart  that  he  thought  was  long  devoid  of  any  love  or  affection     "     is  this  entertaining?     "     it  can't  be,  not  for  someone  as  imaginative  as  her.     he  was  still  to  gain  her  trust,  learn  about  her  and  figure  out  a  ways  to  connect  with  her,     "     or  would  you  like  to  do  something  different,  jinx?     anything  you'd  like,     "

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Shadow of the Tomb Raider

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"I may end up looking like you, but I'll never be like you." The Ghoul + Lucy Maclean in Season 1 of FALLOUT