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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

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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."

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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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Yes, I am CHAEYOUNG ✦ photobook scan pt3

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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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@thedevilsbckbone liked for a starter!!

ONE WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN STRING OF COUGAR ATTACKS

The front page headline of the Deadwood Peak Bulletin read simply enough, but Eli knew better—knew in his bones—that there was so much more underneath the surface.

It had been a couple of months since he and Yvette ventured into those mines. The mines where they saw that thing. Eli took a seat at one of the farther-back pews, the pastor up front thanking everyone for attending Paloma's funeral after the harrowing news. It was a closed casket, of course. They never included these details in the paper on purpose, but he'd heard a word from the sheriff's office that the reason they knew it was Paloma for sure was because her nametag, ripped from the Starlight Diner uniform she was wearing the night she got killed, was the only thing that they could identify on the spot. Every other mauled bit of her—what they could gather from the remains—needed to be shipped off to autopsy and her identity was confirmed by her teeth.

Paloma was a nice woman, late 40s, a single mother of two. Her oldest son, Hayden, took the stand to deliver his eulogy. Eli wasn't aware of how tight his fist was until he felt a sudden headache rush to his head. He knew the truth: Cougars weren't to blame for all of the deaths happening in town. Paloma was the fifth one in such a short time, incredibly uncommon for the area. A few locals were fleeing town, some were staying put, armed. The once quiet town was on alert, on the defensive.

Since he and Yvette went into that mountain, they'd awoken something.

After the service, during refreshments, Eli spotted her across the room. He exchanged what he thought was a knowing look between them. He didn't want to go back into the mines, but what was happening seemed personal. Like the monster was going to keep doing this until someone tried to stop it. He closed the distance between them, leading Yvette into a quieter corner of the grieving room.

"Hey. You alright?"

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LONGLEGS osgood perkins, 2024

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@hauntedhymns liked for a horror starter! // based on dawn of the dead (2004)

"Shit." The car sputters, falters, and sputters some more again. BJ already wasn't driving fast—she'd slowed down when they saw less and less people on the road—but now they're at a near stop in the middle of God-knows-where. Not her favorite place to be. In the distance, she sees a few shops. Maybe a mall? She steps her foot on the gas one last time, if only to see how far the last drop of gas will take them. The car can't handle that pressure, though; it eventually rolls to a total standstill, and her torso throttles back just a bit against the suede seat. Blood-spattered seat.

She gulps, then looks over at the person in the passenger seat. In the middle of no man's land, when the world seems to be ending, when people are going rabid and eating each other. She doesn't want to believe they're fucked, but that's about where this is all going. Abruptly, she takes off her seatbelt. Tries not to make it too obvious that she's panicking. "We gotta get out and walk." It's not at all a question—in fact, it's a statement with a clear period. They can't just sit here and wait to be some crazed psycho's meal. They gotta move while there's no one around.