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Hey I can't seem to find Dr Loomis's Biography which is mentioned in the rules, I'm unsure if I missed a link somewhere or if it's just yet to be written. (It's fine if it hasn't been written yet I just wanted to make sure I didn't miss something)

Here you go! :)

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My head.canon that Michael learned how to drive from apparently watching Loomis carefully during their many sessions is apparently confirmed from the novelization of the first movie ( though how he knew he needed to watch him to learn to drive is still a mystery, kid’s a genius apparently ). 

But also, the idea that Loomis just up and quit after ‘78 bothers me. You mean to tell me he didn’t look at Laurie, see an obviously traumatized girl, and go ‘I or someone I know can help you’?? He wouldn’t have just quit, either. The Shape is still out there, threatening to hurt other people, he wouldn’t stop until either he or the Shape was dead.

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alertch​:

▶  ⠀ ┊  ⠀ sᴀᴍᴜᴇʟᴏᴏᴍɪs.

❝ Life… ‘sucks’. ❞

Eyes do not leave her face, steadfast in the face of unknown Chinese. This one responded, angrily and ( according to her file ) violently, but respond she did. A glance down: 23 YEAR-OLD-WOMAN, transferred three times ( you get around, don’t you? ). A scribble, writing down the words and underlining them once. Troubled young people were no uncommon thing, but this one was a little different; a little deeper, if you will ( worse than a bout of depression that could be assuaged with pills ): a gamer girl, dreaming of e-sports, who drank and accosted a police officer for his gun. A potential danger…? He’s not entirely certain of that, yet.

Gaze returns to Min’s own; he must be resolute in his approach to her. Every case was a puzzle, every puzzle had to have an answer. All except one ( except you, Michael ). Eyes tighten the smallest bit at the reminder, before he mentally shakes it off. He has to focus on this one now. He has to crack her problem before it can be any worse, for her sake. He has to try.

❝ And why does ‘life suck’, Feng Min? ❞ His accent is as perfect as he can get it. ❝ Can you answer that for me? ❞

And here we go again, looking for a reaction or grimace on her face to comprehend what she draws on her mind. A train of thoughts about to crash against the station, what an explosion! 𝑰𝑻❜𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑴𝒀 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑴 𝑰𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑫𝑶𝑵❜𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑬 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰 𝑺𝑬𝑬❟ 𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹.

Raven head began to hate this whole damn show, hearing the wake-up call because certain practices are wrong. Huh, were none of their business but her own; it’s  HER  goddamn problem! Or what; It affects him that she drank until losing consciousness of the previous night? Or that she would rather save time and sleep two hours a day would trouble him? Where’s that skip button when you need it.

A heavy sigh is dropped next to her shoulders, releasing the tangle in her arms over the chest only to tuck both hands in these coat pockets as leaning fully back. It is not that Min doesn’t want to talk to somebody; in fact, how she would relish receiving a hug or words that could unburden the stressed mind! She has anguish saved inside that small body, but the girl preferred to show a different face since disappointment met the street where she lived. After all… it’s her damn problem; nobody truly cares.

     ❝   Doctor ― WHO, right?   ❞     Min hadn’t paid attention to his name at all; it wasn’t worth the effort either. If she ever comes back, it was out of obligation.    ❝   Uuuh, between us, you should go out more, don’t you think so?    ❞    What am I, a dictionary? C'mon on.    ❝    I have a better idea; what if we skip all this talk about my wrongs, about what I should do better because it’s important for my future.. ――  I’m TIRED of that shit. It’s my fucking problem if I drink and disappear or if I― hit a policeman. You know?   ❞

❝ Loomis. ❞ Correction is quiet, automatic, measured in the throes of her anger. ❝ My name is Doctor Loomis. ❞

Was it not this way with some patients? How some resisted the need for change, or lacked the desire thereof at all? He cannot blame them: familiarity can breed contempt for outsiders. Still, her case is worrying: little sleep, on scores of alcohol and danger ( both fictional and not ). Here comes the cavalry, to stage a coup. Let me in. Please.

❝ Between you and me, I do deserve a little more rest and relaxation. ❞  A little humor, to lighten the mood. Crows-feet again, a gentle smile; don’t tell his superiors that. One too many days off the job and BAM, gone would be his psychiatric license. 

One moment, two: pen falls against the notebook, sliding out of his hand. Her body language betrays her: arms unfolded, yes, but hands now in pockets. She does not want to open up to him; not yet. Another glance down: NOTES FROM OTHERS ( a harsh father, a distant mother, and no siblings to speak of ). Gaze snaps back up; there had to be a way in.... Come on, Min, where’s your want to get better!

❝ It’s not just important for your future, it’s important for you. ❞ A pause, to let that sink in. ❝ Well, you’re not allowed to run around and hit policemen as you feel like it, Feng Min. Wouldn’t you agree that’s against the law? ❞ Translation: what’s her moral compass? ❝ You could be in a lot of trouble one day. ❞ I don’t want to see you become like Michael.

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The Shape Returns - John Carpenter (Halloween 2018 OST) 🎃

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Sighs and tosses this on the dash because some people are animals on this hellsite

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“𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄”   𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒   :   𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂   𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

adapted from this post !! bold what definitely applies to your muse. italicize what somewhat applies to your muse. italicize & bold what used to apply to your muse. repost; do NOT reblog.

TAGGED: I was a thief and stole this  TAGGING: alertch

𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. tries to do everything at once, doesn’t know when to stop and take care of themselves, bends over backwards for everyone even if someone did them dirty, has entirely too much on their plate

𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐒. idealistic, spends a lot of time trying to impress others, doesn’t like to apologize, eating is a coping mechanism or just addictive personalities in general ( coping mechanisms ), a tad codependent

𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈.   the most flip floppy people ever, what’s today’s mood?, never apologizes, in denial 90% of the time, their way is the highway, desperately needs a break, they have a hard time setting goals because their goals scare them

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.   the literal meaning of I’ll give you the shirt off my back, isolates themselves in fear of someone hurting them, wants to change but is scared of change, complains a lot but never takes advice people give them

𝐋𝐄𝐎.   no one takes them seriously because they feel they always have to portray themselves as the fun one, is actually really sad inside, honestly needs a hug, exhausted always, a crackhead

𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐎.   can dish it but can’t take it, rushes everything, anxious, plans their future but forgets to live in the moment, sometimes ignores their friends because they have so much on their mind, talks about themselves a lot and sometimes forgets to ask the other person how they are

𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀.   solves everyone’s problems but their own, is actually really sad and lonely, gets easily heartbroken but tries not to show it, will do anything to justify bad decisions, honestly just wants everyone to love them but doesn’t really love their self

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎.   easily set off, will give anyone the cold shoulder at any time even without reason, keeps a lot in, so observant that they often times find out things that hurt them, too many “what ifs” swirling in their heads, has trouble showing their true selves

𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒.   impatient, brash, commitment issues, body issues, doesn’t realize they don’t need to change for anyone, has a lot of different goals to a point where they get overwhelmed, just wants to disappear and do what they want without anyone questioning them

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍. scared people won’t like them unless they’re at the top of their game 24/7, takes a LOT for them to talk about their feelings, secretly struggling, fake happy, needs a plan but doesn’t know what that plan is, confident but insecure at the same time, wants to be stable but sometimes wishes they could drop everyone’s expectations of them and live normally

𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒. gets heartbroken like 30 times a week, trust issues, can be unmotivated and disinterested, feels they have to adapt to every person they meet so they can be liked, doesn’t know how to tap into their emotions despite being very intuitive, confused, expects little

𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐒.   empathetic often to a point of no return, plays the victim, doesn’t know when to say no, cynical, hermit, is very impatient, trusts everyone too much, can be secretly very critical and judgmental, can only tolerate maybe ten minutes of social interaction, needs a lot of validation

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Loomis snuck Michael chicken nuggies from the McDonalds down the street every once in a while ( especially on his birthday ) and nobody can tell me different. Loomis actually caring for his patients? More likely than you think.

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send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

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Hello there, I'm Fredster, coming at you again with a brand-new, independent, private, selective, iconless, and headcanon-based blog for an entirely rewritten version of DOCTOR SAMUEL LOOMIS from John Carpenter's 1978 classic, Halloween. Please don’t assume anything about my version of Loomis, as I’ve taken the liberty of rewriting him from the ground up! Give a reblog ( ⟲ ) or a like ( ♡ ) if you’d be interested in writing with him, and I’ll come check your blog out!

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don’t believe everything that goes through your head

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❝ Now. ❞

Voice is quiet, almost serene in his office; he’s got to get their attention somehow. Tick-tick-tick of the clock overhead, but he’s long-since learned to drown it out by now. Wasn’t that part of being a psychiatrist? Learning how to regulate oneself to better help others? Pen pauses its scratching across the notebook, basic information ( MARCH 15, 5 P.M. ). He wasn’t able to help one. A blink, a pause; no matter, they won’t notice it ( Michael… ). Practice. 

❝ Before we begin, allow me to introduce myself: I am Doctor Samuel Loomis. I have been assigned to oversee your mental wellbeing and assist in any way I can. ❞ 

As well as he’s allowed. Gaze looks over, to make sure they’re following, mouth rattling off basic information: any information between them is CONFIDENTIAL, as long as they were not a threat to themselves or others. A smile; crow’s-feet crinkle around his eyes. 

❝ Good? Excellent. Now, in your own words, please tell me why you are here. ❞

OPEN TO MUTUALS.

Of all places, this is the worst where this shit has brought me in. I don’t need this, sure I not; fuck everyone!

Memories scribbling in anxiety with artificial calm limbs at the incense sound of that damn clock on the wall, consuming the eternal seconds on that chair, a throne in the middle of the room with those eyes glued on her. The petite girl doesn’t want to be part of a staring game, preferring to follow that thin line down the left wall. Ugh, what a suffocatingly and overwhelming place!

Not to mention the pressure eating the chest, having to talk about something that is drowning with both hands holding a pillow; they weren’t such good friends to unveil the living nightmare in which raven head woke up every morning, it wasn’t worth reviving the garbage bag that she was. She already knew it.

    ❝    你这个笨蛋 ( you moron… )   ❞    There are no eyes that gift him a greet or voice that feeds the intrusiveness of knowing more after so memorized presentation, just a dropped murmur that Min knew he wouldn’t understand. At least a little self-satisfaction! And another gaze she perceives, the sharp in hers nods, opening her disgust in the shape of sarcasm with a forced smile.

   ❝    I’m here to listen to the ’ And how that makes you feel ’ thing.   ❞    Shaking her head, bored and dull, her mouth finally abhor aloud his supposed good intentions. Talk about how she feels? Ha! Don’t make her laugh.   ❝    Let me cut the spoilers off; life sucks.   ❞    Trust me, old man, I hate this place more than sure you do.

❝ Life... ‘sucks’. ❞

Eyes do not leave her face, steadfast in the face of unknown Chinese. This one responded, angrily and ( according to her file ) violently, but respond she did. A glance down: 23 YEAR-OLD-WOMAN, transferred three times ( you get around, don’t you? ). A scribble, writing down the words and underlining them once. Troubled young people were no uncommon thing, but this one was a little different; a little deeper, if you will ( worse than a bout of depression that could be assuaged with pills ): a gamer girl, dreaming of e-sports, who drank and accosted a police officer for his gun. A potential danger...? He’s not entirely certain of that, yet.

Gaze returns to Min’s own; he must be resolute in his approach to her. Every case was a puzzle, every puzzle had to have an answer. All except one ( except you, Michael ). Eyes tighten the smallest bit at the reminder, before he mentally shakes it off. He has to focus on this one now. He has to crack her problem before it can be any worse, for her sake. He has to try.

❝ And why does ‘life suck’, Feng Min? ❞ His accent is as perfect as he can get it. ❝ Can you answer that for me? ❞

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❝ Now. ❞

Voice is quiet, almost serene in his office; he’s got to get their attention somehow. Tick-tick-tick of the clock overhead, but he’s long-since learned to drown it out by now. Wasn’t that part of being a psychiatrist? Learning how to regulate oneself to better help others? Pen pauses its scratching across the notebook, basic information ( MARCH 15, 5 P.M. ). He wasn’t able to help one. A blink, a pause; no matter, they won’t notice it ( Michael... ). Practice. 

❝ Before we begin, allow me to introduce myself: I am Doctor Samuel Loomis. I have been assigned to oversee your mental wellbeing and assist in any way I can. ❞ 

As well as he’s allowed. Gaze looks over, to make sure they’re following, mouth rattling off basic information: any information between them is CONFIDENTIAL, as long as they were not a threat to themselves or others. A smile; crow's-feet crinkle around his eyes. 

❝ Good? Excellent. Now, in your own words, please tell me why you are here. ❞

OPEN TO MUTUALS.

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My version of Sam is just the ‘I’m not mad, I’m disappointed’ meme mixed in with him tearing up while giving the “evil” speech without actually calling Michael evil. He’s gotten emotionally connected to the boy he was charged with healing ( which you’re not supposed to do as a psychiatrist ), and his efforts failed. That fucked him up real good. He knows how to shoot a gun but you can see the gun shake so his aim isn’t the best ( cut to: I SHOT HIM SIX TIMES ), but he wants to protect Laurie as best he can. He wants to protect Michael as best he can, even if that means stopping him from harming others. This man is FRIGHTENED, frightened by what he’s been charged with and what Michael has become. Does this even make sense? Will flesh out more as I watch the series.

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