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This time, we're going to make it. From now on, we make our own rules. Nobody tells us what to do. I'm going to take us far away from this totalitarian hell hole.
Boy Kills World (2023)
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❝ there is stability in self-destruction, in prolonging sadness as a means of escaping abstractions like happiness. rock bottom is a surprisingly comfortable place to lay your head. looking up from the depths of another low often seems a lot safer than wondering ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwhen you'll f a l l again. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...falling feels awful. ❞
yeong-hwan byun aka byan; an independent, private, & selective original character, lovingly crafted by grey.
ㅤ❣ rules. bio. verses. credit.
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Samara Weaving and Kyle Gallner behind the scenes of "Carolina Caroline".
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This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-” etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction
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The three words felt stupid to say, and yet, Eli had said them anyway—mostly because he'd been echoing what he'd heard all day and he needed to say it, too, if only to feel normal and like he didn't know what really happened to Paloma. Since the night it all happened he'd been reckoning with real life. Every day felt strange and every movement in his body felt foreign as he held the weight of what he and Yvette had encountered. Bizarrely, seeing her now had offered him a sense of comfort; it eased the weight of what he'd been carrying all this time because he knew she was carrying it, too. He wouldn't call himself an expert psychiatrist and he graduated from high school by the hair on his chin, but it felt something like being trauma-bonded.
So he was relieved, also peculiarly, that she'd told him the God's honest truth about not being okay. Because fuck, it was getting exhausting pretending like everything was normal. His eyes wandered around as he thought about how to answer her question. As relieved as he had been, he didn't want to make things worse. Once upon a time people looked to him as some sort of anchor, but lately he'd felt like anything but. It was unlike him to answer his little sister's calls and definitely unlike him to leave a shipment of his ma's pie to the outpost in the freezer, uneaten. Yvette was different, though. She somehow could read him despite the fact that they'd spent less than a week—maybe even five days?—together in total.
No point in lying, he figured. "Me neither. But I don't know what the hell we're supposed to do about it."
Eli let out a heavy sigh, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck. His gaze followed hers over to the memorial of Paloma, where her children sobbed and were comforted by family members and the town's residents. There weren't as many people here as there were at the first funeral, when the first attack was recorded. In fact, he remembered being unable to walk about the whole funeral home; it was as if every resident of Deadwood Peak was there that day. Now, he could count a few dozen. A result of the great fleeing, perhaps even a culling depending on whose perspective you were looking from.
"She waited on me a lot at the diner," he said, easing his hand away from the back of his neck and resting it on his hip. "Small talk, nothing too deep. But she was a good woman."
It had been a while since Eli sent Yvette an email. In fact, she was probably the last one to send any sort of correspondence in the past month or so. That was before the so-called animal attacks began in town. He'd hoped in earnest that maybe she would forget about him, forget about Deadwood Peak, forget about the monster—move on with her life. This wasn't supposed to be the sort of thing that consumed either of them, but especially her as she'd had a life outside of all of this. A hard-and-fast distance from this place, even if her sister's death meant she had to be connected somehow. His post at the watchtower meant this was inevitable; she'd had a choice, the way he saw it.
Maybe Eli had purposely avoided emailing her about the attacks because he wanted to wean her away from coming here. But obviously, it hadn't stopped her.
"How long you in town for? Where you stayin'?"
Ever since she'd gotten back home, after that terrifying night in the mines and time spent in the nearby hospital having surgery to save her leg, Yvette had been fighting this constant all-consuming fear and unease all while trying to mask like things were okay. The doctors had claimed that the traumatizing nature of the attacked, likely by a bear or cougar, had been just too much stress for her mind to handle and it had created the scenario of a monster that she had claimed to see that day on the mountain.
It wasn't until she saw the way some of them began to look at her, the questions that they asked her, that the brunette realize that she was once again jeopardizing her younger siblings losing another sister. She was on the verge of being put under psychiatric evaluation for her 'delusions' and Yvette couldn't have that. So, she kept the horrors to herself, pretended to accept that it had just been an animal attack and move on with her life. She had to focus on putting Alejandra to rest and the physical therapy she had to endure to restore the damage caused by the attack.
That didn't stop her from checking in on Eli every now and then, reaching out to make sure he was doing okay. She'd hated how quickly she'd just left him behind, left him there while knowing that creature was still out there and that he was in danger but she had to get back home to the kids. She thought of him constantly though, always worried, keeping Google alerts on the town just in case she stopped hearing from him and his name popped up in the local news. That was how she'd first learned of the attacks.
The latest article spoke about a single mother who worked at the diner Yvette had stopped in once while she was last there. Her heart ached as she thought about the kids of the poor woman, left without a mother. It was getting harder and harder to ignore that something was going on and somehow she felt like she was involved, especially since began to have those horrible nightmares around the same time the attacks began.
Yvette had sworn never to step foot in Deadwood Peak ever again, yet there she found herself again.
Standing in a corner at the woman's service, Yvette's eyes swept over the crowded room, until they found him. A wave of relief momentarily washed over her as she spotted Eli but the look he passed her as his eyes spotted hers made her heart sink to her stomach. She knew he was thinking the same thing she was. This was no cougar.
Once Eli led her to a quieter area for them to talk, asking her how she was doing, Yvette couldn't help but feel that facade she'd been wearing for the past two months crumble away to dust. "No -" she spoke honestly in a weak voice, not quite meeting his gaze. "Not really." Once her eyes did meet his again, a sad smile tipped up at the corners of her lips, trembling softly. "You?" Her eyes searched his, trying to read what she was sure she already knew the answer to. For a split second her gaze glanced over to the memorial of the woman, a photo of her smiling face on display around a wreath of flowers. "Did you know her well?" | @sickuhhh
#thedevilsbckbone#i want them to hug each other SO BADD#also i'm so sorry this took me 5ever#you can feel free to have yvette stay at the watchtower if you'd like :3
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It is a stupid idea through and through, but if there's anybody who would go along with it and execute it flawlessly, it would be no one other than Cricket. Raleigh thinks to himself that he should've enlisted her help sooner rather than later, but he's also a better-late-than-never kind of guy. He winces a bit at the cold feeling of the fake blood trailing down his skin; it's a goosebump ride along the side of his face, silhouetting his jaw. "All kinds'a dangerous is fun," he tells her, standing up and helping clean up the bathroom counter. "Yeah, would you do that for me? I'll bump your title up from VFX artist to executive producer. We got a diamond in the making here and I need all hands on deck."
cricket beams. "i always thought so," she agrees, head held high. unfortunately, raleigh might be the only other person to hold that opinion. she puts the finishing touches on the blood, pulling the spoon from the bucket and letting it drip down to really inspect the color. "i'd say that's spot on," she says. she's sure seen her fair share of blood, both real and fake to be able to tell. then she pushes to her feet, scrunching up her nose at the idea of raleigh wielding a real axe for their silly little home movie. giving it a good long thought. "sounds like the fun kinda dangerous," she finally decides. "i bet i could convince him, i can be pretty persuasive when it comes to the male of the species."
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JENNIFER'S BODY (2009) dir. Karyn Kusama
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@facepeeled // cont. from here
Ever so serious, Raleigh leans in. They're in close quarters already, shut in the bathroom of his house with corn syrup and a buncha other ingredients to pull this kind of thing off, but he's always been the affectionate, no-boundaries type—especially toward Cricket. "You're a genius, Crick. You know that? A genius." A second later, he cracks a megawatt smile. "I really hope Will's got that 'squatch suit ready. I want this to be believable. I'm still tryin' to convince 'im to let me use a real axe."
#facepeeled#i missed cricket sm lolol#also i'm thinking#raleigh is like weirdly obsessed w bigfoot so maybe#for a fun halloween project thing#they're making a short film pretending to kill bigfoot
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@lightsiided // cont. from here
She's nice about the way he stumbles over his words, and it's in that where Raleigh can tell she really ain't from here. Her clothes, her hair, her aura—they all scream big city, except they don't really scream, it's more like a tap on the shoulder. Maybe it's because he's felt more conscious about how sick he is of living in this small town, but her smile really is beacon-like.
"Maybe?" Raleigh laughs, trying to navigate her natural charisma. He closes the distance between them just a little bit, if only to avoid the gaggle of schoolkids about to barrel through the sidewalk he's on. They're chatting in the historic downtown area, which is overselling it: It's a short strip of small businesses and restaurants and the post office. The latter of which he'd just come from, picking up some magazines. Coolly, he leans back against his parked car and gives her a nod. "Yeah, born and raised. Well, uhh, if you wanna take a break from travelin', Patty's right behind you makes a mean stack a' pancakes. You can ask her for the Raleigh Special—she adds blueberries and chocolate chips to mine."
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COMFORT LIST
comfort food(s): ramen or udon, fer suuure! and always with an egg or two
comfort drink(s): boba :ccc
comfort movie(s): too many to list, but off the top of my head - happy death day 1 & 2, blended, white chicks, clueless, any of the resident evil movies
comfort show(s): the office, unbreakable kimmy schmidt, the walking dead, 90 day fiance lol
comfort clothing: i love the big t-shirt/sweater and short shorts combo!!!
comfort song(s): soooo many but probably ditto by newjeans is up there
comfort book(s): bridge to terabithia
comfort game(s): fortnite. the sims. LOL
tagged by @facepeeled tysm babes!!!
tagging: @thedevilsbckbone @thesongbiird @someotherdog @thewolfruns @liightsided and whoever else wants to!!
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in honor of september 1, aka the first day of halloween, like this for a medium-length starter based on one of my many favorite horror/sci-fi movies!
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✰ ⸻ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ! ༄
some really cute , shippy autumn themed prompts for the cosy autumn feels ! feel free to edit as you see fit . add [ + ] to reverse the roles for the word prompts . have fun !
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄.
[ TACKLE ] for sender to tackle receiver into a freshly accumulated pile of leaves.
[ PUMPKIN SPICE ] for the sender and receiver to share a pumpkin spice latte.
[ COLD ] for sender to give receiver their gloves or scarf because it’s chilly.
[ FOREST ] for the sender and receiver to go on a walk in the forest.
[ LOST ] for sender to comfort receiver after both get lost together in a corn maze.
[ FACE PAINT ] for receiver to do senders halloween makeup.
[ FIRE PLACE ] for sender and receiver to get cosy by a wood burning fire place.
[ HAUNTED HOUSE ] for sender to guide the scared receiver through a haunted house.
[ CONKERS ] for sender and receiver to collect conkers together.
[ SHOP ] for receiver to help sender out with buying appropriate autumn attire.
[ CHESTNUTS ] for the sender and receiver to roast some chestnuts and eat together.
[ GHOST TOUR ] for the sender and receiver to go on a ghost tour together.
[ ORCHARD ] for the sender and receiver to visit an orchard together.
[ DECORATE ] for receiver to walk in and see sender has decorated their house for halloween.
[ JACK O’ LANTERN ] for the sender and receiver to carve pumpkins together.
[ HORSE RIDING ] for the sender and receiver to ride together through the woods.
[ COCKTAILS ] for the sender and receiver to make & drink DIY autumn / halloween cocktails.
[ MONSTER MASH ] for the sender and receiver to dance together to fun halloween music.
[ SCARED ] for sender to bury their face in receivers shoulder at a scary scene in a horror movie.
[ COSTUME ] for receiver to reveal their halloween costume to sender. ( write what their costume is if reversed ! )
[ FANGS ] for sender to playfully bite receiver with plastic fangs.
[ STICKY ] for sender to wipe sticky candy from receivers face after they’ve eaten a candy apple.
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎.
“ oh my … how scary … ”
“ your hands freezing , here hold onto mine. ”
“ ouch - ouch , help ! i can’t get my costume off ! ”
“ shall i bite you and turn you immortal so we can live together forever ? ”
“ you have whipped cream on your top lip. here , let me just … ”
“ you look really cute in warm clothes. ”
“ this pumpkin kinda looks like you. ”
“ did you just bite me in the neck ? ”
“ the ghost isn’t real , he’s an actor. i’ll still punch him if you want - ”
“ no , it looks fine ! we can carve another one ! ”
“ rainy mornings make it impossible to get up … ”
“ let me practice my halloween make - up on you ? ”
“ you’ve been painting my face for hours, can i see ? ”
“ it gets dark so early nowadays. wanna go for a walk ? ”
“ it’s so romantic when it’s dark like this in the evening , don’t you think ? ”
“ if we get any more pumpkins they’ll need to close the pumpkin patch. ”
“ mmm … i’m trying to watch the movie ! ”
“ we totally match ! ”
“ oh , a leaf just fell in your hair. ”
“ i want you all to myself this halloween. ”
“ i told you to wear more layers. here , wear my jacket - ”
“ heh … your nose is red. ”
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STRANGE DARLING (2023) DIRECTED BY J.T. MOLLNER
STARRING WILLA FITZGERALD & KYLE GALLNER
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@dedicatedesire liked for a horror starter! // based on the thing (1982)
"Hey." Except the word didn't come out nearly as loud as Nancy wanted it to in the large, empty lounge. She cleared her throat, which had been dry and hoarse from the frigid weather, and tried again, this time projecting more toward the other's spot at the other side of the room. "Hey." This time, she wore a soft smile and waved a bit, closing the distance between them and taking a seat on the opposite couch. Normally, she didn't come off so awkward—but it was early on in the expedition and she was new to the team, still trying to decipher the dynamic between them all.
Besides providing the occasional migraine killer and Band-Aid, she hadn't much proved her worth amongst them quite yet as the medic. But she supposed that was a good thing: She always felt like it was better to not be busy since that often meant everyone under her charge was healthy.
In theory, Nancy would have been alright spending the next three months of this expedition in solitude, but she'd made a promise to herself to try and be more social. Especially since the conditions they were all in—remote Antarctica, hours away from the next research base—were a breeding ground for stir craziness (to put it lightly). Even the best hermit would need some stimulation. "A couple of guys are coming down with a cough," she said. "Just wanted to check if you were feeling any weird symptoms? Were you on that last excavation they went on the other day?"
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Be so completely yourself that everyone wants to kill you
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@rxtualistic liked for a horror starter // based on from dusk till dawn (1996)
"Look," Wrench manages through a yawn that makes the far corners of his eyes water all over again, "it's bad enough that you hitched a ride all this way when I specifically asked you not to. But now you won't even let me take a break from driving? You know how many deaths there are a year from people who fell asleep at the wheel?" He's not usually this hyperbolic, but he's plain fucking exhausted—and the constant cycle of yawning, wiping his eyes, and yawning again is driving him nuts. "I keep seeing signs for this trucker bar coming up. At least lemme stop and grab a drink there, maybe even take a piss, before we keep going."
It wasn't just any trucker bar, but he decides not to disclose the details in case the other doesn't want to stop. So what if it's likely a nudie bar and so what if it's called The Titty Twister? That could mean anything. And on top of being sleepy, the hunger's starting to kick in. At this point, he'll eat just about anything—even if it's greasy, nudie bar chicken wings.
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