#...but that jump is like one of THE most iconic jump scares of all time

[nitrateglow]

me: I accept other people's opinions about movies, even when they're different from my own :)

new york times: here's a list of the top 25 best movie jump scares and Wait Until Dark's not even on the list

me: >:(

new york times: oh and we skipped The Shining too

me: *explodes*

[pitchsidestories]

tied to you II Esme Morgan x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1015

a/n: just something short and sweet tonight, enjoy. 🤍

Forward knot, forward knot, then a backward knot. One colour after the other.

Esme sat alone at a table knotting strings into one of her iconic friendship bracelets. She had made a bracelet for each of her England team members so far except for one.

This one would be her last one. And it had to be the most perfect one so far.

She was fully focused on her task, trying to avoid mistakes at any cost. In fact, she was so focused that she jumped a little in her seat when Lauren Hemps voice suddenly asked: “Esme, what are you doing?“

Catching her breath from the scare, she turned around to her while simultaneously trying to hide the bracelet in her lap: “Hempo, keep building your stuff with LJ and Lucy. I need to focus here.“

She nodded into the direction of your other teammates that sat at the other end of the room, stacking bricks on bricks.

Lauren ignored her completely and reached for the bracelet: “Let me see.“

“No.“, Esme replied, not letting go of the strings to avoid tangling.

“I thought you were done with bracelets?“, Lauren asked curiously. She eyed it cautiously, taking in the different colours.

Esme smiled and pulled the bracelet out of Laurens hands: “I am. But this is the most special out of them all.“

She continued working on it while her teammate watched on, her head tilted.

“This?“ Confusion mixed with judgement.

“It’s for my girlfriend.“, Esme nodded.

“Why aren’t you making a pretty one then? The colours are so chaotic?“, the winger laughed.

“Because each colour represents a different memory…“, Esme explained softly.

Niamh Charles appeared next to them, sitting down on the table: “What does the blue stand for?“

“And the brown?“, Lauren added before Esme could answer.

“Or the dark green one?“ This question was Lucys.

Esme blushed as she found herself surrounded by her teammates: “Guys, stop for a minute. Let me breathe, okay? So the light blue one obviously represents our time at City together.“

Niamh nodded solemnly: “Okay, that makes sense.“

“But that doesn’t explain the brown and green one.“, Lauren reminded her.

“Not to forget the pink!“, Lucy agreed.

“So, I chose the brown because it looks exactly like her favourite coffee order.“, Esme started. The girls surrounding her stared down at the cappuccino-coloured strand.

“That’s cute.“, Lauren commented.

“And the rest?“, Niamh prompted Esme to go on but she quickly shook her head.

“Oh no, she’s coming. Help me to distract her girls. I’m not completely finished yet.“

She hid the bracelet behind her back while her teammates got up.

You just entered the entertainment room with two to-go cups in hand when Lauren Hemp walked briskly towards you: “Hey, y/n.“

“Hi, Hempo. What are you building at the moment?“, you asked politely.

“I uhm… uhhh.“, she replied, seemingly surprised by your question.

“We’re working on that flower bouquet.“, Lucy answered in her stead, pointing towards a collection of square brick flowers.

You smiled: “How pretty.“

"You want to help us?", Lauren asked with a friendly grin on her lips. "Sure, have you seen Esme though? I've her hot chocolate order right here?", you wanted to know, your hands wrapped around the hot drink.

"She's right..oh, I mean no.", the blonde stammered. "So Es is in the room?", you looked around curiously. "I'll bring it to her.", Niamh offered winking.

"Okay?", you had a feeling that something was off and they were trying to distract you, but you didn’t know from what. Like what was Esme doing or hiding?

"Esme is busy doing something for the lionesses’ social media.", the defender explained quickly. "Oh, I won't interrupt her then.", you declared. "Come on, let's build some flowers.", Lauren smiled warmly. How could you say no to that? Impossible, plus it was so much fun. Later in the evening Esme gave you a long hug when she entered the dimly lit hotel room you shared together.

"Hi love, thanks for the hot chocolate earlier.", the defender whispered gratefully. "You're welcome, Es.", you replied. "I've something for you.", Esme winked conspiratorially. "You do?", you raised an eyebrow at your girlfriend.

"Yes, something I promised you for a long time.", she nervously put a loose hair string back behind her ear. "Is it a bracelet?", you asked the new Washington Spirits signing audibly moved. The lionesses teammates knew you were sad about the fact that everyone received an armband by her except you. "It's.", Esme confirmed excitedly before helping you to put her handmade bracelet on.

"Thank you.", you beamed at her. "I hope you like it.", the defender responded. "It's perfect.", you assured your girlfriend who's lips formed into a beautiful smile. "You like it?" "No, I love it.", you emphasized your previous words. Your shoulders slumped while you remembered how far you'd be apart when the camp was over. "What's wrong?", Esme questioned concerned.

"Nothing, I'll just miss you.", you admitted with a heavy sigh.

"I know. I'll miss you too. But that's why I made that bracelet with these colours.", the defender confessed, pressing a soft kiss to your wrist which made your heart flutter.

Does each one has a special meaning?", you looked at her interested. She took her time to explain it to you. How the light blue string stood for your time together at City, the brown symbolizing your coffee order and many more.

"Maybe that can help for the first few weeks.", Esme ended hopefully. "And the next lionesses camp won't be too far off.", you remembered.

"Exactly and we can always call each other.", the blonde added optimistically. Her words were like balm to your worries.

"We can do this, right?" "Yes. We'll be fine. Finer than fine.", your girlfriend smirked pressing sweet little kisses on to your face making you giggle. Deep down you knew that Esme was right. Together you were capable to face everything even long distance over two continents, the love you had for each other was strong enough and the bracelet was your everyday reminder for it.

[vinyldreamsfuckup]

Pose

Warnings: drinking, smoking, fluff, banter

You were always known to be quite fiery. Most of the guys would call you stubborn and feisty but also incredibly hot, kind, and endearing. you found yourself at a t-shirt shop making a custom t-shirt for your boyfriend all because of something he said, and it all kind of clicked. Maybe you were quite stubborn and you definitely followed through on your pranks.

So here’s how it started, you were out on the road with Guns N’ Roses. You and Axl had become quite close considering you were dating Slash. And you two LOVED pulling pranks on him. Lived for it actually. This one might just be the funniest one yet. It wasn’t one where someone could get hurt or something like a simple jump scare. This took time and effort. Slash and you had quite the dynamic, always teasing and poking fun at each other. So when Slash said you were “getting old” and would “have gray hair soon” you took it a step further. You and Axl had been making fun of Slash ALL WEEK. Practically convincing the poor 24 year old he had gray hair. Calling him Grandpa, telling him he’d need hair dye and a cane soon. You realized you might have taken it too far when you’d seen him checking his hair for gray hair.

So all of it leads to now, you two had come up with a truce. He wears a specially made t-shirt and you’d both stop with the old jokes. Even though they didn’t even make sense because you were only 22 and he was 24, but it was beside the point. So here you were, standing in the dumb t-shirt shop in Ohio just hoping you finished soon so you wouldn’t make everyone late. You were making him a “World’s Sexiest Grandpa” t-shirt with the dot above the ‘i’ being his iconic top hat. And when they held up the first for you to inspect it, you knew it was perfect.

You stepped onto the tour bus holding the shirt behind your back. Axl looked over at you with a huge smile. Slash was sitting on the couch drinking and bantering with Axl and Duff. When he saw Axl’s wide grin he turned to look at you.

“Hi baby, whatcha got there?” Slash asked raising an eyebrow.

“Oh nothing,” You bit back a smile and kept your hold on the t-shirt. Axl chuckled.

“You’re being really suspicious,” Slash said with a small laugh and he stood up. He set his cup down on the small table that was bolted to the floor, “What is it?”

“Okay, I have a present for you,” You said with a smile. Slash’s eyebrows furrowed and Axl laughed even harder.

"A present?" Slash raised an eyebrow. You nodded and giggled slightly, "Well what is this present?"

You gently pulled the shirt from behind your back and showed him the shirt. Axl and Duff started laughing loudly and Slash's jaw dropped.

"Oh my god. It's even better than I thought it would be," Axl laughed out. Duff was wiping tears from his eyes as he tried to breathe through the laughter.

"No fucking way," Slash laughed and stood up. He walked over to you and grabbed the shirt from your hands.

"Is that his fucking top hat?" Axl asked through his laughter. You nodded proudly as Slash immediately took off his shirt and pulled on the new one.

Duff's laughter bubbled out of him, filling the whole tour bus with the sound, "Oh my god! It's even better with it on."

"Wait! Wait! Oh my god!" You chuckled and ran to the back of the bus. Slash giggled and lit a cigarette. He leaned on the small dining table and crossed his arms.

"Yeah yeah. Laugh it up. I think this whole "grandpa" thing is growing on me," Slash chuckled out. Axl and Duff could barely breathe as they watched him. The shirt was a size too small and was tightly pressed against his chest. You walked back down the small hallway of the bus holding a Polaroid camera.

"No. No, I will not be taking pictures in this," Slash chuckled out as he straightened.

"Oh come on. Don't be a grumpy grandpa," You chuckled out. He rolled his eyes.

"Fine, one picture," Slash said seriously. You laughed.

"You'll be taking more than one," You said jokingly. You brought the camera up to your eye and prepared to take the picture, "Smile."

Slash rolled his eyes and posed for the picture. He put his hand on his hip and smiled goofily. You chuckled and took the picture. Axl and Duff laughed and went to grab the picture as it rolled out of the Polaroid.

It turned into a full of photoshoot with Slash goofily taking pictures in the shirt that was much too small for him. You were so in love with him. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you close to his chest.

"Are you happy now?" Slash asked. You nodded.

"I am," You responded, Slash set his head on your shoulder.

"So no more grandpa or grandma talk?" Slash asked as he raised an eyebrow. You couldn't help but smile.

"No more grandpa or grandma talk. Even if you are the world's sexiest," You said with a teasing tone. He let out a breathy laugh.

"God I love you," Slash said with a smile.

"I love you too," You responded and bit back a smile.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

🎃 Mister Uruk

Happy Halloween, everyone!

Modern!Adar x reader

Pure tooth rotting fluff with single mom reader, and single dad Adar.

I heard someone say "Halloween meet-cute and, I guess that works for this one

October was only a couple hours away from ending and parents roamed the streets with their children dressed as pirates, mummies, witches and ghouls.

Almost all little ones were back home already and now the older kids ran in groups, racing who collected the most candy over the night.

"Mommy, mommy please I wanna go there!" Your ever so persistent daughter had convinced you to let her go trick-or-treating after the younger kids' usual time 'because the big kid costumes are so much cooler' and made you wear simple black cat ears and drawn on whiskers along with a full black outfit, to match her spooky witch costume. It was clear she was the main event and you were just her sidekick.

But you had to agree wirh her. You were tired of hearing the parents with sticks up their asses complain about all the in your opinion harmless pranks the older kids pulled the day before on Devils' night.

And thus you let your daughter drag you to the large house at the end of the street. No one went near the house, not even delivery drivers dared to pass the gates so thr sons these days always went to pick up their takeout dinners. The house had an eery look to it with its dark walls, original stained glass windows and garden full of atrange plants the mysterious old man who otherwise barely left the house tended to with great care. The scarred, lanky man with the permanent scowl on his face if he ever needed to go outaide the gates

More often you only saw his sons at stores or around town, being the slightly more accepted ones of the family.

About a mother nothing was known, not even the rumors about the family ever had a mention of her.

You had seen the sons roam the streets, donning iconic slasher masks and scaring even the toughest kids around.

"Sweety, don't feel bad if no one opens the door, okay? The old man doesn't like visitors." But your words fell on deaf ears as she practices her elaborate scene in her head, passing the open gate that surrounded the freestanding house.

At the front door you rang the bell amd stepped back, letting your daughter take the spotlight and watched her wiggle her fingers in excitement, no doubt repeating her rehearsed lines one last time before the door opened with a creak.

In the opening appeared the man everyone spoke of but nobody really knew, with his black jeans and shirt hugging his figure. Out from under the fabric peeked scarred skin, from the sides of his head down one side of his neck and reaching all the way over one arm and hand.

His dull blue eyes stared down at your daughter, who instead of doing her little show stood with eyes wide and mouth agape. "Woah.."

"What a cool costume!" She jumped up and had a mile wide smile on her face.

You visibly cringed at her unfiltered thoughts being yelled out like that and gave the man an apologetic look, mouthing 'sorry' as his eyes landed on you. But he didn't respond, just grabbed the bowl of candies he had by the door and lowered himself to sit on his haunches to be at eye-level with your daughter.

"Oh? What pray tell does a witch seek at this house? You are not here to turn me into a frog, are you?" His eyes flickered back to you for just a short moment before his attention went back to the child in front of him, who promised she would leave him be, but only for a grand offer of treats. You chucked at her schemesWith her arms she gestured greatly and held out her bag.

"But of course, your magic majesty. Anything to keep my current form, I have grown to like walking on two legs and speaking like humans do." In his large hands he took a pile of candy and put it into the little witch's bag.

Wigh big, blinking eyes she stared at the man. As well as you, who for the first time really saw him for who he really was; a kind and friendly guy at the end of the street.

"I see you think, little one. You wonder. Was I not always a person? Maybe I was a simple house cat like your pretty familiar over there. Or a dog, a bird or a fish." His hands moved a lot as he talked theatrically to entertain the young girl to the best of his ability.

"Or maybe.." He slightly ducked his head, brows pulled in a frown and pulled up his shoulders.

"..A child eating uruk!" With a quick move he threw up his hands like claws and bared his teeth with a growl that had your daughter jump back with a squeek and a fit of laughter.

Content with his theatrics he stood up again, reaching back inside the house and offering a delicate bag of spooky themed chocolates. "For adults only. No alcohol for the little ones."

The smile he offered you as he brushed his long black hair away from his face had heat rise to your cheeks.

With a thanks you bid him farewell, returning a sweet smile as your daughter happily trotted down the path, looking back and waving "Bye, mister uruk!"

Back home you helped your daughter to bed and cleaned yourself up before changing into some comfortable clothes and laid down on your couch.

Some horrible cheesy monster movie was playing. The kind where the lady fell for the not-so-monstrous at heart creature the town hunted.

The bag of chocolates sat on the side table beside a cup of still steaming tea. They called out to you, you were so curious about their taste. There was no label on the bag that was tied with delicate black and orange ribbon. They looked handmade.

And they tasted delicious! The taste of liquor was evident but not overwhelming, a perfect balance of flavors in the small pumpkin shaped confection.

Adar watched the little witch and her mother walk off his property from the wooden chair on his small porch. The bowl of candy sat on the ground beside him as he lit a cigarette and smiled to himself.

It wasn't often such a young child graced his doorstep on holidays like this. Especially with all the crazy talk going around about him and his sons these last years he was even more surprised you let her walk up to his home and so closely interact with him.

He treated his very few visitors of the night kindly, the teens all wowed with the vast amount of candy he gave out compared to the other stuck up households.

When his sons finally returned home he had retreated back to his favorite chair and sat in front of the tv. The cheesy monster movie not even registering as he fondly recalled the little witch girl and her beautiful mother.

November first was cleanup day, where the community parents assisted in taking down large decorations and removing toilet paper and eggs from houses and share leftover homemade treats. It was always a fun time for the most part, besides the usual posh mothers not lifting a finger. You overheard them complain about certain people not showing up for the fifth time today and decided to move along further down the street.

You arrived at an elderly couple's home thay had such nice flowers in their yard all year round and now laid covered with foilet paper and yarn.

"Hey, let us help you out." The old man's sons appeared from the sidewalk and quickly came to assist, chatting and clearing one yard after another in record time.

You enjoyed working with them. They were kind and lots of fun.

"Oh, thank your father for the chocolates. They're really tasty. Had to put them away before I finished the whole bag in one go last night." The boys said they'd forward your message and everyone went back on their way.

"Dad, please go out more." "Yeah holy shit that lady was so nice, totally oposite of your cranky ass." "You should ask her out if you like her enough to offer her chocolates."

The doorway out of the kitchen where Adar found himself was blocked off by his sons.

"Good to hear the townsfolk like you more than me. I thought we knew that already." Adar kept his focus on the coffeemaker, begging it to work faster so he could pretend to be busy at least.

"Yeah right. 'Liking' us is all fine and dandy but she was all blushy and shit when we mentioned you only giving those out to special folk." With fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, Adar slumped against the counter, a deep sigh leaving his lungs. "I'll think about it. The going out more part, not the dating."

Weeks passed and like clockwork you kept running into the old man and his sons, quick hello's and how are you's shared.

Until one day it was just the old man, no sons with him at the store. You could see him staring in confusion with the basket hung off his arm.

"You look lost." You spoke carefully as to not startle him. His eyes found yours quickly, the grocery list crumpling as he fidgeted with the corners of it.

"I hate to admit that yes, I think so. It's been a while and nothing is in the same place as it was back when I still shopped myself." The words flowed like he never expected they would, talking to a stranger. Or well, not entirely stranger.

"Come, walk with me and we'll do the full store so you can get familiar with it again." You took him along and by the time you reached the register you had managed to make him smile and laugh with you. Much to the annoyance of the townsfolk who just scoffed as they passed you, but you happily ignored all of it.

"I should thank you, for making me look less of a fool. I am Adar, by the way. I realized I never told you my name." You gave yours in return, shaking his hand and letting it linger for a moment, complimenting his home and well kept garden.

Adar felt the looming pressure of his sons' voices telling him to ask you out. But he would never willingly set foot in public dining places that were known to indulge in rumors about him.

"Would you maybe like to come by for dinner once?" He cursed himself out in his head for it, his sons would not leave him be when they heard about this. And of course you agreed with a stammering, blushing mess of an answer and day suggestion.

You agreed to meet over the weekend for dinner at Adar's place.

Saturday came around fast and you were pacing around in the chaos of your exploded clothing cabinet in search of an outfit. To the point of your smartmouthed daughter barging in, who already had her clothes picked out by you and put on. "Mommy you look pretty in anything. Do this one!" She held up a top that matched the color of hers and without any idea what else to wear you agreed.

So you arrived at Adar's place with your daughter for dinner, simple one time thankyou dinner. That's it. You tried to convince yourself of it, but it wouldn't settle.

Aaron, the eldest son answered the door and led you to the diningroom where Eric, the youngest was setting the table and Adar busied hinself in the kitchen beside it.

"Good to see you made it in time. You look nice, miss."

You thanked him and looked into the kitchen where Adar came walking out with bowls of food in hand.

More and more appeared. Meat, two sorts of potatoes, different veggies and salad with dressings, gravy and sides enough for a week.

You couldn't help but stare in awe, not even noticing your daughter sneaking a single fry out of the bowl close to her and snacking on it.

"Please, enjoy the food." Adar's gruff voice spoke to start dinner, and swiftly there were bowls being passed around and people ate.

"Man, it's been ao long since we ate like this. The last time--" Eric's words were cut off by a smack on his arm by his brother, earning the boys a confused look that Adar answered to with heavy heart.

"The last time we ate like this their mother was still with us. It was before we moved here." You let out a soft sigh at a memory of your own resurfacing.

"Yeah, I understand the feeling. Last time I ate like this I had my parents over, and my ex's too. I announced my pregnancy that day, for the first time to my ex as well.. He left after a week of trying to get me to, you know." You made a gesture with your hands and the hint was clear to the adults in the room.

The rest of dinner was had while sharing funny tales and laughing over past adventures, soon all hanging back in your chairs with how good the food was.

Dishes were all done as a team, and finished in no time. The leftovers put in boxes for later and new drinks poured. For a while you chatted there in the kitchen while your daughter had joined Adar's sons who went to watch a movie.

Soon it started getting close to her bedtime, but she refused to go home before the movie had ended. Except the boys had put on the extended version of the first Lord of the Rings movie and it was only fourty-five minutes in.

"Well, now tou gotta stay." The boys had claimed the large couch and your daughter sat curled up in the huge lounge chair, lazerfocussed on the movie. So you and Adar shared the smaller couch.

The movie was good, that was a given, but after a while the boys retreated and your daughter had fallen asleep. To Adar it was clear what his sons were doing, and somewhere he appriciated it. It was just you two now with the little one snoozing in the chair.

"It wouls be a shame to turn off the movie halfway. Another drink?" Adar had that week finally dared to admit to hinself what he had denied for so long. He was lonely, and while his sons may have been pushy, their plans had led to something good. So when he came back with new drinks he sat closer to you, hoping you wouldn't mind and enjoy his advances.

When Adar came back and settle next to you your head screamed at your heart to not act immediately, but to no avail. You carefully settled against his shoulder and soon you two were cuddled up against each other. By the time the movie had ended neither of you wanted to move away.

"I can feel you think, but as much as I feel the same as you it's better for her if you take her home to sleep in her own bed." With heavy hearts you both went on to end the night, sharing contact information and agreeing on a second movie night in the process.

"So, did you at least tell her you like her?" "Come on, you have to!" As soon as the front door closed Aaron and Eric were at the stairs.

"I did not, you scheming brats. But we did agree on another movie night, at her place." The boys cheered and high-fived ine another at the plan. "And the two of you are babysitting her daughter."

The second night, you saw remarkably less of the movie. Limbs tangled, curled up in a thick blanket you only had eyes for each other. Neither of you found a bed that night and woke up on the couch regretting it with every cramped muscle in your bodies. Yet you laughed about it ovee breakfast.

And then by the time the third movie night was planned to happen you were all back in Adar's home. The men just finished up redoing their old study, that was now painted and decorated under your daughter's command. It was her new bedroom after all, and Adar had stupidly promised her to make it perfect for her, and she was very clear about her wishes.

That night when you brought her to bed she just would not settle, and eventually plopped down on her bed to question you.

"Now that we live with mister Adar, does that mean he is your boyfriend now?" Her big, wondering gaze turned into a frown. "Aren't you too old for boyfriends?"

You faked shock at her calling you old. "I'm not too old for boyfriends!" You crossed your arms with a pout. "Besides, Adar is even older. Isn't he too old for girlfriends then too?"

With her fingers at her mouth she made a diaplay of thinking about it. "Yep." She stated simply. "Old people have husbands, and wives."

"Really now? That's what you think?" God, that child had opinions..

"No no, she makes a point." Adar's voice suddenly appeared from the open doorway. "An old man like me talking about his girlfriend has a bit of an eery feeling to it, no?" An amused smile tugged at his lips. "I don't think I would mind being a husband once more, even if it's not on paper but just in title." He strolled over to the bed where you were trying to get your daughter to sleep. "If your mum agrees, tomorrow you'll wake up with two new older brothers, and only if you wish so, someone to one day call dad."

With each of Adar's wordsthe sparkle in her eyes grew.

"So, what do you say, missus? Girlfriend, or wife?" Two sets of eyes stared at you now. One patiently waiting on your answer, and one who, if she stared even the slightest bit harder, she'd develop laser eyes.

"Hmm, I never had a husband before. I think I'd like to give it a try." Happy cheers from beside you quickly turned sour as Adar nuzzled your cheek and kissed the corner of your mouth. It took seconds for her to crawl under the blankets and disappear. "I'm sleeping! You can go now!"

"Come on, my dear wife. Let the child sleep so she can have brothers by morning."

[lxndonorris]

new heights - Jude Bellingham

Y/N x Jude Bellingham Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching (Not explicit) Jude's new kit arrives in the mail, you ask him to put it on for you x word count: 1680+

When your boyfriend Jude was approached by Real Madrid for a possible transfer, both of you were excited right away. He's been talking a lot about his dream to play for one of the most iconic football clubs of all time. Having multiple Madrid jerseys himself, he immediately agreed to switch teams. Jude loves to play for BVB, but when he got the chance to expand his qualities and experience, he couldn't say no. Now, after a month of negotiations, the deal is finally done, and once the league is over, he'd transfer to Madrid this summer. Without you knowing, he prepared a little surprise for the two of you.

Now, the sun is slowly setting on a beautiful Friday evening, when you find yourself sitting on the sofa, inside of the arms of your boyfriend, with his arm around your shoulder, and the tips of his fingers run up and down your arm. Your head is resting against his chest, while he's wearing a navy blue shirt, black shorts, and socks. On the other hand, you're wearing a loose shirt, one of his favorites, and another pair of his shorts. Immediately once you got together, you'd claim his clothes as your own, of course, he wouldn't mind at all. Even though, at times, Jude tends to be more possessive about pieces of clothing, especially his kits. This would always make you smile, because, fair enough.

You're scrolling through your Instagram feed, liking a few pictures of your friends, and checking out a few fan edits. Even though it's not public yet, a few people are speculating that Jude would play for another team this season. Just then, the doorbell rings, and he jumps off the sofa, much to your surprise, catching your attention right away. This must be something important when he acts like that. Tilting your head curiously, you hear him talking to another man, most likely a mailman. They exchange a quick chat before the door closes with a soft thud. Softly, you hear his footsteps echo through the hallway as he's approaching the living room again.

Before he even enters the room, you narrow your eyes in suspicion. 'What is he up to?' You think to yourself when he finally enters through the doorframe. Jude is carrying a big package, and while he walks, he looks at it with a coy smile spread across his whole face. "What is that?" You say rather loudly, visibly snapping him out of his daydream. Jude flinches, stops right away, and lifts his head to look into your eyes right away. "Oh, uh, whaaat?" He says, blushing immediately. "That package." You nod towards that huge thing inside his grasp. "Oh, that. uh. Nothing." He stutters and tries to play it cool, making his way toward the bedroom.

Before Jude can close the door behind him, you follow him inside the room, startling him again. "Y/N. you scared me." He says once you stand right behind him, your eyes fixated on that package. "Do you have something to confess to me, Jude?" You say, slowly lifting your head to face him once more. He blinks a few times, trying his best to regain his composure, before he takes a deep breath. "Fine." Jude sighs, defeated before he puts it down on the bed, and waves for you to come closer. Grinning happily, you join his side and look closely as he starts to open it. "Is it something for me?" You say excitedly, watching his beautiful hands struggle a little. "Not quite, yet." He chuckles softly, and you pout. "Mean bean." You say softly, and finally, he manages to defeat that package.

"Fuck, that looks good," Jude says, and both of you look in awe at his new Real Madrid jersey, white, gold, and black. Most important, however, is the name printed on its back. "Bellingham 5." The two of you whisper in unison, and you can feel him getting more and more excited. "Jude! Why didn't you tell me!" You pout again, turning toward him. He turns his head, smiling brightly, and you spot a fiery spark igniting in his beautiful eyes. "It was meant as a surprise," Jude growls happily, the sound of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"And what a surprise this is." You say, and lean in for a sweet kiss. Since he is a little taller than you, he bends down, placing a tender kiss right on your lips. Embracing him on yours, you kiss him again, once, then twice, before he separates himself from you, turning his attention back to the jersey. Proudly, you intertwine your arm with his, while placing your other hand on his firm chest, stroking him lovingly through his shirt. "It looks so good, with your name on it." You say, both of you admiring his new gear. "It does, doesn't it." Jude smiles even harder, as he takes the shirt out of the box. Lifting it right in front of the two of you, you get a better look at it. Unable to resist, you reach for it, feeling the fabric between two fingers. "It feels nice, too."

You giggle, and he nods in agreement. "It better be feeling good." He snickers, turning it around, back to the front, smiling like a child on Christmas Eve. Removing your eyes from the jersey for a second, you spot a pair of white shorts left inside the box. "Ohh." You say, drawing Jude's attention. "Yup, asked for the whole thing to show you." He licks his lower lip and watches you get the shorts out of the package. "It's so beautiful." You smile and notice him admiring his new jersey some more. "It is." He says, his voice is so soft, it's barely hearable. For a second, you're unable to stop staring at your gorgeous boyfriend, who's seemingly shining brighter than the sun outside.

"You should put it on." You smirk, and at the sound of these words, Jude turns his upper body toward you. "You want me to, babé?" He mirrors your smirk perfectly, giving you goosebumps. "Don't make me beg, please." You pout, wearing your best puppy dog eyes. Jude, instead of giving in right away, tilts his head. "But I like that." He smiles coyly, and you nudge him playfully. "Okay, okay." Both of you giggle. "You're very persuasive," Jude growls again, acting all shy and innocent. "You know me, babé." You say, imitating him flawlessly. Jude shrugs with one eyebrow, while you make your way to sit right on the edge of the bed, facing him.

He hands you the jersey, and without further ado, he starts undressing. His shirt is the first to drop to the floor, exposing his well-formed body, his strong arms, pecs, and abs. Admiring his strong physique, you watch him putting his hands behind his head, causing his muscles to tense and bulge. "Gorgeous boy." You smirk, causing him to blush slightly again. Jude then reaches for the jersey, and you hand it to him, your hands brushing over one another. Your eyes meet shortly, and you see that fire still burning behind his eyes. Jude bites his lip, trying his best to hide a mischievous smirk. Effortlessly, he slides into the white jersey, and it fits perfectly. It's flattering his physique in all the right ways, and you enjoy how smooth it seems to be, running along his big arms, his muscles, and his waist.

Still admiring his chest, you nearly missed him sliding outside of his shorts, and you hold back a deep breath when he is standing there just in his underwear. Jude is fully aware of how much you adore his thighs, and he approaches you now, placing a hand on your chin, to lift your head gently. "Enjoying the show?" He smirks, kissing you lovingly. "Uhuh." You nod, raising your eyebrows once you separate from each other. Without you knowing, he stole those white shorts right out of your hands, and with a wink, he puts them on. Blushing, you place your hands on your thighs, trying to regain your composure, but when he's looking like that, it's very hard for you to not want him more.

"Fuuuck." You watch him strike that typical footballer pose, hand on his hips, his chest firm inside his jersey, and his thighs exposed. "You look damn hot." You say, when he reaches for your hand, pulling you off the bed and right into his arms. "That good, huh?" He smirks again, and you just nod. Jude is looking so phenomenally good in this kit. It's flattering his body effortlessly. Not only the tight jersey but those shorts as well. It seems like it's been handmade just for him. Steadying yourself against his chest, you use this opportunity to stroke him, his chest, pecs, and further down to his tensing abs. "How does it feel?" You say, your eyes watching every move of your fingers before you manage to look at his face again. He, on the other hand, is looking at you the whole time, smirking.

"It feels amazing." He purrs contently, and slowly turns his body to one side. "How does it look?" Jude smiles, motioning for you to watch his strong back. "Very good. Especially with your name." You say, following every letter of his name with one of your fingers, and he shudders as shivers run down his spine. While your eyes wander down his back to his butt, your hands follow his spine, until you stroke the small of his back, sometimes his ass as well. Carefully, he turns back to face you, with you now hugging him tightly. "Do you like it?" Jude smirks again, his hands now stroking your back, and your waist too. "It looks amazing, thank you for this." You say, leaning in for another, this time, more passionate kiss.

Feeling his body against yours, engulfing you in a comforting warmth, you rest your head against his firm chest again. "I love you, Y/N." Jude growls, placing another kiss on your forehead. "I love you, too."

[mylovelo-ak]

addiction

pairing: nagi seishiro x reader

warnings: none

wc: 588

synopsis: in which you learn how to play nagi's favorite game <3

notes: me n my crippling valorant addiction <3 not proofread

"teach me how to play."

"play?"

nagi seishiro was always on his damn game. well, he played multiple games but that's not the point. it was always soccer practice, go home, play, eat, then sleep. and while he did occasionally kiss you, you wanted more than kisses to sustain your relationship.

you wanted to spend time with nagi.

and if you can't do that because he's on the game, you figured maybe you should learn how to play. that way you can spend time with him while he's doing something he loves, and heck who knows? you might end up loving it, too.

"play soccer?" he asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

"no i wanna learn whatever you're playing on your computer."

"pc games?"

you could practically see the question marks surrounding his head. you held your ground, staring straight into his eyes.

"..okay then, c'mere."

he patted his lap, gesturing for you to come and sit. once you did, he took your hands into his and fitted them over his mouse and keyboard, moving your fingers so they wouldn't accidentally press the wrong keys.

"you're mainly going to be using w, a, s, d and the space bar—"

he explained the controls to you. you felt tension get to your head as you struggled to remember everything. you almost regret asking him to teach you. once he finished, you saw him ponder over something, before his lips curled up in a mischievous grin.

"i'm gonna queue a game for you now."

you exhaled, "okay."

"it's a game with real people. you have four teammates and five against you."

"okay— REAL PEOPLE? WHAT IF I RUIN THEIR GAME? WHAT IF I—"

a loud boom came resounded from the headset he put on you, and the words match found echoed mockingly in your head.

"looks like it's too late now." nagi teased.

"i'm scared."

you told him as you stared at the screen in fear. he's only taught you the controls, but he hasn't said anything about how the game works.

"i'm here, don't worry. first you gotta choose your character, okay?"

you nodded. you dragged the cursor across the screen to hover over each icon to display the characters. finally, you settled on a white haired girl who floated a dagger in her hand. while all the other characters seemed appealing, this girl— jett the screen says— looked the most like nagi. she had the exact same unbothered look on her face.

"why her?" he asked, accusingly.

you're sure he knows you well enough to know why.

"no reason!"

he chuckled before kissing you on the cheek.

"okay so her abilities are—"

as the game progressed, you're certain it was meant to be a horror game. now you knew why nagi would sometimes jump when you tap him on the shoulder while he was playing. your face twisted in probably your ugliest concentration face. you'd completely zone out during rounds, failing to see the look of adoration on your boyfriend's face.

you felt as if the game finished too fast, even though you played for an hour.

"queue me one more." you deadpanned.

the smile on his face was almost infectious.

"you're already addicted, hm?" he teased you. one of his arms wrapped around your waist while the other grabbed his mouse to queue you another game.

"i am not!"

a week later, he buys all the things you need for your own pc. he figured you needed your own since you were hogging his 24/7 to play.

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

Some Nosferatu (2024) thoughts, with spoilers:

The movie felt much more in conversation with Dracula than either Nosferatu movie. And my common complaint about the former is that Dracula is the weakest part of Dracula, which I think ended up being applicable here

Whereas in Nosferatu, Orlok tends to be a much more dynamic and present character. But the interpretation in Nosferatu (2024) is very flat. Orlok is a force of nature, and I kind of get what they were going for with the line “I am appetite” but I was very much missing the Herzog film’s horrible sort of shame and vulnerability. I also just disliked the accent and emotionless delivery

I did enjoy how they built a sense of unease by cutting suddenly ahead in several scenes. Seeing Orlok standing to Thomas’ left several feet away and then suddenly reaching around him on his right. The jump from Thomas being at the table to suddenly sitting by the fire

I liked most of the film’s handling of Thomas’ time at the castle and how terrified he was. Nicholas Hoult portrayed petrifying fear and helplessness very well. The dinner sequence with Orlok was very much just from Dracula, but I enjoyed how quickly and sincerely Hoult managed to sell that he was at the point of shaking and weeping in fear by the time Orlok approaches him

That being said the portrayal of Transylvania was… more xenophobic than most. It leaned fully into all the stereotypes which is disappointing for a movie that came out in 2024

I liked Ellen a lot. I enjoyed how much the movie was solely her story. She felt a bit like a bargain brand Vanessa Ives, which, I’ll take it! I did enjoy how the movie handled her relationship with Orlok and it as a metaphor for enduring trauma essentially

The costuming was very good and there were some very fun shots. I didn’t love the color grading and lighting quite frankly and there were a couple of pretty cheap jump scares

Willem Dafoe was a great Van Helsing (Van…Franz? i think?) he was a fun merging of the eccentricities I enjoyed in the 1992 Dracula take, but was definitely a kinder, more empathetic portrayal. He also just had several very funny line deliveries

Aaron Taylor Johnson’s was the standout performance to me actually. I think he brought a lot of dimension to a very generic role while being mindful that he was just a side character. And his unraveling by the end was well done. I was expecting something more to come of him having the odd bit about snatching his hand away from Lily Rose Depp every time she tried to touch him

Ellen’s Vanessa Ives vibe, and there being a general theme of sexual repression, made me think it was going to be revealed that he was attracted to her and treating her poorly for that reason? But nothing really came of that entire plot thread or the larger focus on him being like a condescending patriarch. But he was a fun character!

I liked the ending decently. Though the imagery was simply not as arresting as the Herzog film’s iconic closing shot. I felt in general, that ending with Ellen sacrificing herself was the only real reason this was a Nosferatu adaptation rather than a Dracula adaptation. And I appreciated that as the linchpin of the movie.

Also the choice to never show Orlok’s face lit clearly until the sun shone on him was a very interesting one. And I enjoyed the unflinching emphasis on how much of a corpse he is. Though at times those elements and effects felt very glossy standard horror to me?

Ellen as a doomed protagonist, coming to terms with her this fact, had some shades of Laura Palmer in Fire Walk With Me. The plot and the realization that it’s either her or everyone succumbing to plague/Orlak running free to kill as he pleases felt much more structured and explicitly stated? Which I don’t mind at all, but it’s an interesting difference next to the more surreal vibes based progression of the two Nosferatu movies. In this sense it reminded me more of Penny Dreadful in how much everything was concrete and characters discussed each realization and its repercussions

[octoberland]

Invisible

Only TWD would get me to come back here writing my fandom thoughts. It's a landmine because you never know how people will react. I am going to share some deeply personal thoughts. I ask that you treat this vulnerability with the respect that it deserves. Spoilers for tonight's episode. And a trigger warning for my personal experiences with abuse.

I met Carol 14 years ago. It was a time in my life when she was a mirror for me. Meek, scared, abused Carol. The little mouse. Jumping when Ed said jump.

By the time the show aired that year I had extricated myself from my situation. But I was still terrified every day. I mostly didn't sleep at night. When I did sleep, I would prop things against the doors so I could hear if someone came in. I would rarely be out of the house at night. On the occasions I was outside after dark I would be walking with my heart in my throat, beating the loudest of drums in my ears. Every stranger was a potential threat. Every shadow could be him coming back to kill me.

I latched onto Carol in my fear and despair. I understood her. Related to her. Felt inspired by her. I was hers from the moment she bashed Ed's skull in. It was so cathartic watching her do that. I wished I could have that moment in my life.

Like her, people judged me. People blamed me for being with a man like that. Said I must like bad boys. Said I liked the attention. Asked why I didn't just leave. It's all so easy to dissect when you're on the outside.

Unlike Carol I didn't have a walker to take out my abuser. I extricated myself. It was one of the most difficult things I've ever done. And it came with great risk. And I mostly did it alone.

I watched as she grew strong. And I grew strong too. Like her, I learned to fight. To be fair, she was not my only influence there. I have Captain America/Chris Evans to thank for that too. I hope someday I get to tell him that story. But watching her grow was an inspiration.

Like many people, I was moved by her ability to connect with Daryl. You don't understand how hard that can be after abuse. It's been 14 years and I've still not been in another relationship. I may never be again. That kind of abuse leaves an indelible mark on you.

But with him she blossomed. Sexually, emotionally, and just as a human. I admired her ability to do that.

The trauma was still there though. We saw that. Her edges became too sharp. Her distance too cold. But I get it. I really, truly get it.

But through it all her relationship with Daryl remained. They were each other's North Star. Not perfect, but constant.

But the sad truth is, at the end of the day these characters don't belong to us. They are written by flawed humans with personal agendas and like with any long running series, the longer it runs the higher chance for writers to fuck things up.

Before I dive more specifically into tonight's episode and the Book of Carol let me just say that I still love Carol and I still love Daryl and I still love Caryl. If you want to stop reading here just know that Carol remains an icon to me for very personal reasons. But that is part of why I'm writing this.

Potential spoilers beyond the cut.

The writing this season is sloppy, imho. And this is where I put my writer hat on and try to look at things more objectively. It seems like Gimple is mining the past because it's "cool" and not because he actually wants to address any long standing trauma that Carol has.

Everyone's trauma journey is different and I get that. But after 14 years I doubt that Carol is going to start panicking when going into a barn. In fact, we've already seen her entering barns in early seasons without any issues. I wish the show had consulted some trauma experts. They could have provided some examples of things that might actually set her off. Like seeing a little girl walker. Or meeting a child named Sophia. And speaking of that, I know Carol is supposed to be tough and sneaky and all that but the episode where she lied about her daughter to get the plane really bothered me. If the memory of her daughter is so traumatic I feel like she would not use her daughter like that.

This reunion episode was a missed opportunity to explore trauma in a more meaningful way. It was a missed opportunity for Carol and Daryl to have some truly meaningful conversations. I know I've said this before but she FLEW ACROSS THE OCEAN. DURING AN APOCALYPSE. And all he basically did was grunt one liners at her and lie about how he never stopped trying to get back to her. These two deserve to have a real conversation where they talk about how incredible what she did was. They need to talk about what that means for each of them. And I'm not even talking about romance. Daryl has never had anyone do anything like that for him. Does he understand how profound an act that was? If he ever had any doubt as to how much Carol cared for him this should have erased it. And for Carol, this could also be a wake up call for her too. While being hard and cunning is good for survival, this is an opportunity for her to be vulnerable. To express what he means to her. Or to maybe even face any codependence she has with Daryl.

I feel bad what happened to Isabelle. It kind of feels like an FU to her character. As much as I love Caryl I'm not in support of fridging women for a ship or for man pain. I'm glad we got to see her and Carol together but I wish we could have seen them together a little longer. Again, there is a missed opportunity for some really interesting conversations.

I can't help but feel that this show is suffering under the leadership of male writers and showrunners. There's such nuance to be had here and it's being funneled down to base tropes. Genet is evil because her husband died. Carol is just now having flashbacks to something that happened a decade ago because we need her to grow emotionally and we can't think of another way to do that without mining her motherhood. Isabelle has to die because God forbid two adults actually have a conversation about emotions.

I honestly can't guess where this series is going right now. Every time I think I know what is going to happen something else happens instead. Normally this would be a good thing but here it just feels sloppy. Are they dicking around Caryl? Will they kill her? Or him? Or do they plan for this to go into more seasons? I haven't a clue. But it feels like whiplash, like they are trying to make the characters grow too quickly to fit an agenda without doing the real work people need to do. A hug from an old lady won't cure trauma.

I think mostly I just wish Carol and Daryl would have a real conversation before all this is over.

Anyway, that's my rant. I did like the old married couple joke in the car. And I'm glad Carol's not dead. But I hope we get to see some real connection.

[ittsybittsybunny]

PJO Episode 6: We Take a Zebra to Vegas 

I think it's important to say two things before I begin, first of all, I am a book reader, and second, I absolutely have loved this show so far! I thought the changes they have made have pretty consistently been improvements/adaptations to the screen that make sense and enhance the story.

Episode 6, and specifically the Lotus Casino is the first time I have been disappointed.

30-minute episodes are a detriment to the show. For me, it felt like they were speed-running for time instead of letting us get lost in the story. We moved from point to point, this then that, without feeling like those points really mattered. (Even Percy and Annabeth's relationship feels like a speedrun instead of a 5 book slow burn).

What makes the casino scary is the slow realization. For Medusa, practically a pop culture icon surrounded by stone statues on a Satyr path in the middle of the woods, it makes sense to know who she is. But why would you suspect a busy Las Vegas casino to be evil, and who remembers the Lotus Eaters from the Odyssey. If you know what the monster is from the beginning you take away its power.

The Solstice: Why have they passed this major plot point? In particular with the race against time, why take away the time limit and instead make it about a determination to finish what you've started? Is it to maximize Percy's loyalty?

The Pearls (Spoilers for TV-only watchers): If Percy has 4 instead of 3 pearls, what is going to happen to that 4th pearl. It's kind of incredibly important there are only 3 pearls, especially with the original time limit and the desperate need to get away as fast as possible. Long story short, how is he losing it - just like he must fail to save what matters most in the end.

What I did like:

I actually really enjoyed the Luke/Hermes dynamic they have set up since it really shows just how deep Luke's anger runs, especially regarding his mother. Also, I enjoyed Lin Manuel Miranda's portrayal of Hermes as saddened and trapped within a system himself. He isn't trying to cause harm, but he did anyway.

Grover and the animals. Just that whole section was great. Also, Percy's dreams I think are just the right amount of ominous each episode!

When the Nereid/Naiad shows up. The love and just care they have for Percy gets me every time.

I love the show, and I am sure once the entire series is out my overall opinion will change. But yes, this episode is the first one that left me feeling disappointed instead of practically jumping around the room.

TLDR: Pacing and tension are key elements of the show. If you let us know the monster at the beginning, we won't have the chance to become scared along with the characters. The slow realization is a key part of showing that these are children on a seemingly impossible quest!

[poisonedspider]

(Possibly) Hot Take: I know people say Poison takes place in real time, and to a degree, I think the answer is yes. I think that the final chorus that seems like a music video is actually taking place, and obviously so is the balcony scene. I think everything else is flashbacks (after the initial opening).

What makes me say this? I genuinely think Angel is happy with Valentino in the first verse and chorus. He's reflecting on how happy he was, and how he fell for it too easily. He's literally singing about how he is enjoying the poison in the first chorus (which we know obviously changes). He liked the popularity, the drugs, the money, the sex. It's all positive flashbacks.

I say this too because these are some of the moments we see Angel genuinely the happiest we see him. That absolute joy when he jumps into Valentino's arms? Incredible. He does look genuinely happy in his dance with him (until he shows his fear). I think the jumping into his arms scene was prior to the contract, because he had the CHOICE to run and be with Val, rather than the dance scene which is forced.

But also, let's talk about the ValAngel sex scene. The only 'distress' we see him in is when Valentino bites him, and even then I would definitely say that's more of a pleasure cry. I know Angel is an actor, but like....I say this because I was staring at my icon and...

This doesn't look like the face of someone unhappy. Scared. Miserable. He loves Val. I think this is when he was willingly giving himself to Val, because then it quickly changes to a VERY abusive and scary BDSM scene. It's showing the stark contrast between what he thought he was getting into, and what it all ended up resulting in. Addicted to this feeling (not the money, fame, drugs...but LOVE because we all know POISON is about VALENFUCKINGTINO) became I'm choking from the taste. Because there is still love there, and he HATES himself for it. It's difficult to resist another gulp. It's difficult not to go back, because there was love there at one point (or so he thinks). This is the most domestic violence line in the damn song - it's difficult to resist going back to one's abuser when there was love before.

Also why before the first chorus it's "I can only blame myself." He willingly gave himself to Valentino. He sold his soul, willingly (granted under dubious consent but). I just think that at least the ValAngel scenes from the beginning of the song are truly happy ValAngel times that he's reflecting on and he's like...this is the Poison I fell for...this is my fault...I didn't predict how bad it would get and I keep coming back again and again and again and it isn't until he has the hotel, has genuine friends, has HUSK who could become a genuine healthy love, that his balcony scene hits of he's sick of it, he KNOWS he could do better, he wishes he had a way out because now he knows there is a true possibility of a better life than this suffering.

[littlejackets]

✩˚｡⋆ Love You More Than The Stars Above

Pairing: Cg!Pete x Little!Steph

Summary: After the night at the Waylon Place, Steph has been on edge and hasn't been able to sleep. When she gets really scared in her dark room, she calls Pete for help.

Tags: sfw, fluff, age regression, pokemon, night lights, ptsd, emetophobia, care bears, swearing

Stephanie Lauter was tough. Everyone at Hatchetfield high knew her as the snarky and somewhat popular social media icon that hung around Brenda, Stacy and the football guys despite the fact that she was nothing like them even in the slightest. She wasn't girly, she wasn't a cheerleader, she didn't give a single fuck about Max Jagerman or any of the goons that followed him around like lost puppies! But since most of her peers perceived her like that, she felt like she had to keep that up to keep the status that she didn't even want in the first place.

When Steph first talked to Peter Spankoffski, she really didn't give a shit about him. She was failing biology, he was the top of the class and she had to get that better mark somehow! After all, what was she going to do? Study?

After the death of Max Jagerman, she started to think about Pete more often than she was willing to admit. Steph tried everything she could to distract herself from any thought of him, yet her mind continued to fixate on him. She tried her best to avoid contacting him more than once or twice a week just to keep her distance (and her feelings at bay), but it was hard to do that when she felt haunted by the dead quarterback 24/7.

Then people at school were dying and she couldn't get the image of Max's impaled body out of her mind. She couldn't sleep, she couldn't eat, she could barely even catch her breath most of the time!

Steph showed up to biology on day who-fucking-knows of no sleep, spaced out with barely any food in her system, and nobody said a word to her. It was clear that she was going through hell, but nobody gave a shit. Of course, that was until Pete came in. He asked about what was going on with her and since she refused to let her walls down for anyone, she told him that she was fine, although he didn't believe her.

That night, she went home and everything started off as usual. She got home and got herself a bowl of grapes, thinking she felt better enough to be able to digest food. But the second she looked at the fruit, she was hit with another wave of nausea. Steph groaned before taking it up to her room.

When Steph opened the door, she was immediately shocked with how cold her room was. "Fuck." She whispered as she ran over to her window to close it. She must have forgotten to do that before she left for school.

With the window now closed, she put her bowl of grapes on her nightstand and sat on her bed to doomscroll on socials for the next few hours. As the sun went down, her room started to get darker. When Steph realized the loss of light, she felt her chest tighten as her breathing hitched. Ever since the night at the Waylon Place she couldn't handle the dark. It was weirdly childish to her, but she blamed it on "PTSD or whatever".

Steph wanted to get up and turn on all the lights in her room as fast as she could, but she was too scared to even get up. The only thing she could think to do was grab her phone and text Pete, but as she tried to type out a single sentence, she could barely process any words. She forgot how to spell certain words, and the meanings of some just went fully out the window and she had no idea why. In a panic, she decided to call him instead.

One ring... Nothing.

Two rings... Still nothing.

Three rings...

"Steph?"

Steph jumped slightly at the voice, scared for a second before remembering it was Peter. "Hi." was all she could get out.

"Is everything okay? You never call me."

The girl tried to think of the right words to say without seeming too desperate, but she quickly realized there were no ways to do so. "Can you come over? It's dark and I'm.." She cut herself off with a whine when she heard a strong gust of wind hit the side of her house. "I need you, I'm scared."

The room was filled with silence for a moment, then Pete spoke again. "I'll be right there, Steph. You'll be okay."

- - -

Pete stayed on the phone with Steph for most of the way there. He was always extremely hesitant to do so much as look at his phone while driving, but he was willing to do whatever he could to ease Steph’s mind even a little bit. Thankfully Steph's dad was on a business trip, so he was able to go in through the front door. Punching in a code on a keypad was a million times easier than trying to climb up the side of that large ass house to get in through a window. When Pete got inside, he wasted no time in rushing up to Steph's room.

"Steph?" He called as he got to her bedroom door. He didn't hear any sort of response from the other side, but he assumed he was safe to open the door anyway. When he did, he was greeted by a sight he never thought he would see.

Stephanie Lauter, the tough girl of Hatchetfield High, was curled up at the head of her bed with her phone flashlight pointed up at the ceiling. The girl was hugging her knees to her chest for dear life, with her head down as if she was hiding from something.

"Steph, it's me." Pete said softly, crouching down next to the bed so they were eye level.

The girl whimpered quietly and lifted her head up slightly to see him. "Petey?"

Pete smiled at the nickname. "I brought you something."

Steph looked out of the corner of her eye while she watched Pete grab something out of his bag. He walked away from her for a second, causing her to whine and reach for him as if he were leaving, but she stopped when the room suddenly lit up.

"It's a night light!" Pete informed her. "I figured it would help your little dark issue."

"Cool." Steph smiled while she looked up at the projected stars on the ceiling.

Pete nodded and reached into his bag once more. "And you can absolutely tell me to screw off with this because I know it's a bit childish, but I thought it might help you too." He said. Steph raised an eyebrow and watched as he pulled out a blue and gold care bear with stars on it. He dug around in the back of it for a moment until its stomach began to glow a soft orange colour.

Steph gasped quietly and giggled." He's glowy!" She exclaimed, taking it from Pete to hug it to her chest.

Pete was a bit shocked by this, but it wasn't too hard for him to put two and two together. Him, Richie and Ruth were all age regressors, so it was easy for him to catch on to little behaviours. He just never would've expected it to come from Stephanie Lauter.

"Steph, how old do you feel right now?" He asked hesitantly, slightly worried he was making the wrong judgement. The girl shrugged and hugged the bear tighter. After a few seconds of thinking, she held up four fingers.

Pete nodded. "Alright kiddo, why don't we put some comfy clothes on and go to bed? How does that sound?"

Steph perked up in fear with wide eyes as she shook her head. "No bed! Don't wanna see him."

"You don't want to see wh- oh." Pete went quiet for a second. "Stephie, when's the last time you slept?"

"I don't know." Steph mumbled in response, shrinking in on herself and hiding her face with the bear a little bit out of fear that Pete would be mad. She was ready for him to yell at her just like her dad would have.

But instead, Pete gently put a hand on her shoulder and rubbed his thumb over the fabric of her shirt. "Honey, you need to sleep." He looked around at her room and the bowl full of grapes caught his eye. "You still have a bunch of these left too, would those help?" He asked. At least for him, snacks always helped him sleep easier.

Steph shook her head "Don't feel good. Didn't wanna eat em."

"Have you eaten anything today?" He asked further.

She shook her head again.

"What about yesterday?" He added.

Another head shake.

Pete grabbed the bowl and took a grape, holding it up in front of Steph. "Can you try to eat five of these for me? Just five, that's all." Steph frowned at him. "You won't get sick, I promise. It's just a few grapes."

Steph took the grape from him hesitantly, but immediately dropped it by accident. She whined again, tears beginning to form in her eyes out of frustration with herself.

"Don't cry, Steph, it's okay. It's alright, I'll help you." Pete assured her, taking a new grape and holding it up to Steph, letting her bite it. "There you go, you got it now." He smiled as they repeated the process with another grape until the bowl was mostly gone.

"No more." Steph pouted, pushing the bowl away.

Pete accepted that and put it down on the nightstand again. "Do you feel better now?" He asked, earning a nod in response from her. "Good. Wanna get your comfy clothes on now?"

Steph nodded quickly. "Gengar!" She told him, assuming he would immediately know what she was talking about. When he gave her a confused look, she huffed and got up to go look through her closet. A moment later, she held up a black onesie with purple Gengars all over it. "Gengar onesie." She smiled.

"Oh I see! Is he your favourite?" Pete asked, immediately wanting to get more information out of her about this. He had no idea Steph even liked Pokemon!

"Yeah, him and Eevee are cool. I like Umbreon too." Steph responded while she changed into her onesie. "Do you like Gengar?"

If Pete were to be really honest, he would be saying no. He wasn't a fan of Gengar at all, in fact he found the Pokemon to be kind of unsettling. But he didn't want to make the kid sad. "Yeah he's a funny little guy! I'm more of an Oshawott fan though."

Steph nodded while she zipped her onesie up. "He's funny too." She said. When she was done, she walked back over to him and pulled the hood over her head. It was really big, so it drooped down over her eyes slightly. "I can't see you." She giggled.

"What if I do this?" Pete lifted the hood up and adjusted it to be off of her face, but still on her head. "See me now?"

"Yep!" She smiled at him before crawling into bed right next to him, taking the care bear in her arms again.

Pete smiled back. He was so glad she was feeling happier, but he knew he had to try and get her to sleep. "Alright kiddo, why don't you try to get some sleep?" He suggested.

Steph shook her head with a sudden frown. "What if he comes?"

Of course, even while little, Steph would worry about Max Jagerman. Pete now had the challenge of trying to figure out how to comfort her as if the football star didn't also haunt him. "I'll protect you, Stephie." He assured her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to pull her closer. "He can't get you while the night light is on anyway. He doesn't like the light."

"He can't hurt me?" She asked.

Pete shook his head. "I would never let him. Just try to sleep and I'll make sure you're safe, okay?"

Steph seemed a little more willing this time, allowing herself to rest her head on his chest. That was progress!

The pair laid there in silence for a moment, and then Pete had an idea. He grabbed his phone and pulled up Spotify to put on a Pokemon sleep playlist.

"Pokemon music?" Steph looked at his phone, smiling.

"I had a feeling you would like it." Pete replied. He didn't get a response, but he felt her nod, followed by a soft sigh. It was clear that she was exhausted, at this point she was struggling to keep her eyes open.

Still determined to not fall asleep, Steph mumbled something that Pete couldn't even identify as actual words. "What was that?" He asked, gently rubbing her back for comfort in case it was something bad.

Steph only hummed in response and snuggled against him even more. She yawned quietly, and next thing Pete knew, she was asleep.

Oh well, maybe he will find out tomorrow. All that mattered now was that she was asleep.

[eldritch-spouse]

I... I just took a closer look at the Rinx... And fuck..... His thighs???! Like tf- aren't they rub when he walks??? What a goddamn magic he using to make it work and not hurting himself lmao I LEGALLY WILL sell my pride and ass just to know HOW I MEAN-

Diamonds dollars blah-blah can suck ass my first priority is THIS SACRED KNOWLEDGE HE'S POSSESSING LIKE DAMN. . .

Rinx seeing me for the first time be like "oh what a cute thing what a treasure", while I'm DEVOURING his thighs with my unholy EYES and salivating like a DOG with rabies and the first thing I'm asking is "shut up with ur rambling and tell me HOW-"

btw he seems pretty thin for the demon can he put his thighs to use and wrap them around my face and use me like a premium exclusivo seat so i can die happily or

I love that this is your reaction to his thighs.

When he's one of the Icons with the thinnest thighs of all?

Like that's nothing compared to Vesper, Zizz, Kalymir and Cero for example.

He can and will use you as a seat if you express interest. But like most other Icons, Rinx is scared of honestly crushing your little head like a pea, so you'll see him shakily holding himself on the ground/bed by his hands.

Remember to pull that tail to get Rinx to arch and jump!

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

You know what, I'm into the whole "Spider gets an ikran via idk #HTTYD means" and all, but come on. We, as a fandom, can think bigger than that. I want a story where Spider stumbles upon a Thanator injured in the previous night's storm or some shit on his way back to Hell's Gate and then he slowly nurtures it back to health all while they form an epic bond and boom, next thing you know he's being protected by the apex predator of the forest. Fuck ikrans, LOOK AT THAT THING. (Plus the fact that a Thanator let Neytiri form tsaheylu with it during the final battle just makes it 1000% better when you think about it.)

1000% agree love this idea. Ya'll motherfuckers KNOW I love love love Eywa blessed Spider, where no one can ignore that she wants him there and he is a child of hers. A PALULUKAN??? Something Neytiri has specifically been the only rider of (in the Omaticaya I believe there is a canonical clan that rides them)?? Symbolically ICONIC. I fucking loooove that. Okay so:

-He finds the palulukan on a walk to the village, when it's a pup, and he's little, I'm saying nine or ten. It's gotten sliced on it's farthest back leg by a piece of metal that fell from an old Sampson. It's been there for years, almost fully covered by vines and leaves, and never fallen, so it's odd. In it's attempt to get away, it got caught in part of the metal grate.

-He knows exactly what it is and how dangerous it is, but our boy spends all his time with Kiri Sully, girl instills a deep respect for all of Eywa's creatures but also a deep empathy beyond maybe that of a typical Na'vi. Spider is always so willing to learn and to listen, he's the one who's been most affected by Kiri's connection with the forest

-He knows if he tells any adult that they'll probably put it out of it's misery and say it's Eywa's will, and he did good to find it, but he thinks about what Kiri would say and what Kiri would do. He has his own medicine pouch now, freshly gifted by Kiri. It's not big enough but he also has some dried meat that Lo'ak gave him yesterday that he hadn't bothered to eat because he's not an expert at mask eating yet.

-So, he throws the meat to the palulukan. He doesn't know how long it's been there, but it seems hungry. The closer he get the harder it tries to get away, cutting it's leg even more. So he sits and waits, tossing it pieces of meat. Finally, he gets close enough to touch it's leg. It's very tense but he manages to spread some herbs on it's cut before it turns to swipe at him. Another several chunks of meat later, he is close enough again. He takes the risk and grabs its leg to force it up and out. Immediate regret, he's for sure gonna die, but instead it's just gone. He sort of sits there for a few minutes having a minor heart attack, then finishes his walk to the village to find Kiri, Lo'ak and Neteyam worried out of their minds because he's late and jsut reports the wreckage fall to Jake.

-He tells Kiri about it later, but they keep it secret, not sure the others will understand.

-On his walks alone he starts to feel like there are eyes on him. Just watching, all creepy. He even starts to feel them when he's with his friends. Lo'ak thinks he's crazy, but Kiri says it's just Eywa looking out for him.

-He gets desperate enough to ask Mo'at. She nods all sagely and says it's probably nothing but they should add it to his songcord which are two really opposite statements and he's really confused.

-The next day his friends are busy and he decides to fuck off in the forest himself only to accidentally startle some nantang. The same palulukan, scars on its ankle and leg, busts out of nowhere and jumps in front of him, scaring them off. Then it turns and looks at him, all self satisfied like it's repaid the favor. But when he thanks it and turns to go he still feels it watching. Eventually, he and Kiri take chunks of meat into the woods and just give it gifts and build up trust.

[brakke-dino]

What are you doing?

Spider was left to his own in the Recoms hang out, while they dealt with what was apparently private matters. Spider jumped on the couch and laid waiting there watching the fan, until in the corner of his eye he spotted something. A blank notebook and to his luck a pen as-well “What a score!!” Spider cheered to himself.

Without hesitation Spider began drawing, all his favourite things in the forest in extreme detail. There was drawings of Kiri, Lo’ak, Tuk and Neteyam throughout it to drawn with big eyes and every detail down to there glowing dots and beads in there hair. Spider was proud of himself because this was his first time drawing with a pen, and he liked the weird smell it made.

While Spiders head was stuck in his new Sketchbook slowly filling the pages, he hadn’t noticed the 6hrs that went by he didn’t even know if he had changed positions. He also didn’t notice the two tall Na’vis enter the room, but he did notice when one sat on the couch by his feet, giving Spider a scare as he didn’t notice them. “What are you doing there?” Quaritch asked pointing to the notebook.

Of course it was Quaritch, Spider looked behind Quaritch their was Lyle the iconic duo. “Non of your business!” Spider replied not wanting to talk and continue drawing. Spider closed the book so Quaritch couldn’t catch a peak, Spider put the book behind his back.

“Everything you do here is my business, how do I know your not planning my murder!?” Quaritch held out his had expecting Spider to just give to up. Spider was not giving up his secret that easy, no way. “Show me Spider!” Quaritch added how getting impatient.

Spider looked at Lyle one more time, he was looking for some support but he knew Lyle wouldn’t help him. Quaritch grabbed Spider reaching for the book, in shock Spider held the book out of Quaritch reach. Are they really about to do this, they started wrestling Quaritch trying to get the book and Spider keeping it out of his reach pushing and wriggling around. “Little help here Lyle!” Quaritch shouted as Lyle stood there laughing.

With the orders Lyle picked Spider up by the feet, Spider dangled death gripping the book. Quaritch gave Spider a little tickle and with that Spider stoped the book, and Lyle put him down. Quaritch began flickering through the pages “Why hide this?” Quaritch asked holding up the page with a drawing of Kiri, showing him and Lyle.

“Because it’s private!!” Spider yelled snatching his book back. Spider stomped over to the bin and chucked the book out, then continued to the toilet locking the door. Quaritch looked at Lyle then walked over to the bin retrieving Spiders book, Lyle and him went through all of Spider’s book. They raised some suspicion at the same girl drawn multiple times. they ripped out what they thought was the 5 most best, then hung them on the fridge as high as possible so Spider couldn’t rip them off.

All the Recoms were back and started cooking dinner, Spider walked out to see what the noise was and to his horror he saw them all gathered around the fridge. They were looking at his art, how? He had thrown it out. He looked over to Quaritch and Lyle who had smug looking faces holding up Spiders book. Spider ran over to the fridge and tried to pull off the drawings, they laughed at his failed attempts because he was to short but he eventually climbed the fridge and grabbed them. He stormed over to Quaritch and grabbed his book putting the drawings back, he was glad they retrieved it but he was mad he put it on display. “There’s more show us your talent kid!” Z-dog yelled as Spider sat on the couch with his book.

Spiders face was red of embarrassment, he sat there hiding his face in his knees and book holding it as hard as he could. Every one crowded Spider asking to see his art, tugging at spiders book. How could Quaritch do this to him not only look threw his book but show it to everyone now look at his situation. Spider began panicking they were all swarming around him, last time this happened was when Spider was a kid and had kept a little bracelet he made from the Sully’s and they wanted to see it. “Guys give him space I’m sure he’ll show you if he feels like it” Quaritch commented Sitting next to the kid. Spider was saved they all took a seat giving spider space.

They all looked at Spider as he lifted his head moving his book. “I -um. I will show some of you know and some after dinner?” Spider offered they all nodded and with that half of them left leaving a small group. This was okay Spider could deal with this. Spider went through his book with everyone explaining every sketch, Spider was actually loving this soaking up all the praise he got. Quaritch was glad to see Spider happy and enjoying himself he felt bad for what he did at first but now he was glad he did.

Hope you enjoyed this. Some little fluff compared to the others iv been writing lately :) I know what it’s like too have a personal book and someone just go threw it without asking (most teachers). Once again hopefully you enjoyed this one shot :)

@today-or-tumble @nashichiyo @naavispider @dirtytransmasc @yesthisismycurrenthyperfixation

[veliseraptor]

TOP FIVE HORROR MOVIES

this requires me to remember the horror movies I've seen. oh no.

It Follows. possibly the horror movie I've seen that scared me the most? definitely the one that made me the most tense watching it.

Cure. on the other hand this is the movie with the single scariest scene I've ever seen in it.

The Babadook. before it got memed to hell and back this struck me as actually a very good horror movie about depression and I still think about it that way.

La Llorona. I just watched this one and really enjoyed it. spooky but not reliant on jump scares, just...creepy, slow-moving, and powerful.

Crimson Peak. this is probably the one I've blogged most about, and certainly the only one on this list I've written fic for, which puts it a bit in its own category. but good spooky gothic horror that I like is not always easy to come by and this one delivered. and also Lucille Sharpe, icon. only criticism is that it should've been 10% gayer, at least.

some people count Pan's Labyrinth as horror and I can see why, and I was tempted to put it on this list because it's one of my favorite movies of all time, but it didn't quite feel like it fit.

[ineedrickgrimes]

Chapter 2: Greenie

(Y/N’S Perspective)

I was sitting around in the med-jack hut doing nothing. It was greenie day, and I was waiting for here those blaring sirens, so we all know the new greenie was on his way. Plus, a bunch supplies that the Gladers needed. I loved greenie days mostly for the fact that she knew there would be more supplies waiting in the box for her. I’d had given up ages ago on hoping for a girl to come up, even though a little part of me was always hoping a girl, it never was, and I had to accept that (whether or not it frustrated me.)

Then as if on cue those sirens started. I jumped right out of her seat and followed Jeff and Clint to the box. Once I made it over, I found herself next to Newt and gave him a smile. We’ve been close ever since his accident in the maze. He knows she doesn’t care about the greenie and just wants to see what supplies have been brought up.

The buzzer blares and Gally opens the box. Everyone looks inside to see the greenie. If I’m being honest, I’ve always felt quite bad for the greenies that come up. All your memories gone, you don’t know where the hell we are, and I don’t blame them for having questions but sometimes it just gets a bit too much. Luckily, it’s not my job to show the greenie around and hear all the questions. Unlucky for Alby, because that’s his job as first-in-command I do like to say hello to them at the bonfire though.

Gally jumps in the box. “Day one, Greenie. Rise and shine,” I like to think of it has a pretty iconic line. Every single greenie hears it. Gally gets the greenie out of the box and shoves him on the floor pretty harshly. Everyone gathers around him to get a good look. “Kid looks like a slopper to me,” someone yells out. “I could use some help in the kitchen,” says frypan. Pretty understandable considering he’s the only cook. Everyone else was just laughing at him. Poor shank.

Assuming that he was scared like most greenies when they first enter the glade, he got up and made a run for it. I have to go it to him, he’s quite fast. Runner material if I do say so myself. That was until he tripped and fell right on his back. That’s also when the laughs started. I did let out a little giggle myself.

The greenie got up and looked around. The first time a greenie gets a good look at the glade is memorable one. A look at the place that me and the other Gladers have been for a long time, a place that they will be for a long time. It has to be quite scary seeing the big walls surrounding them, keeping them from the outside world. But there’s not much we can do about that is there.

To keep him from running again the boys throw him in the pit, for good measure. And then everyone got back to work. I helped getting the supplies out seeing if there was anything good, which as usual there was. Just a bit of medication that we were running out of and some gauze. I grabbed everything that was for the med-jack hut and went back with it.

Once I finished putting all the new supplies away, I stood out at the door of the watching Alby show the greenbean the glade. I know doubt that he has loads of questions, unlucky Alby. While watching them I see Newt walking up to the two boys with his little limp. A smile forms on my face when I see him. Every time I’m around Newt he never fails to put a smile on my face, which isn’t too surprising because he is my best friend. One of the only boys who keeps me sane.

I watch the boys conversate and before I knew it newt had left the two boys, probably going to find Chuck I assume. I stay in the doorway of the med-jack hut, people watching. There isn’t always a lot to do so it’s a good past time until I can make myself useful. Alby takes the greenie up on the lookout, Newt goes and finds Chuck, The Gladers do their respective jobs. All is well.

I continue watching everyone. My eyes lingering on Newt for a bit longer than I would like to admit. I see the greenbean walk away from Chuck and towards the entry to the maze. Chuck catches up to him and try’s his best to persuade the greenie not to go out there. Seriously he’s a tough one. One out of the three rules is to not leave, and what does he want to do as soon as he leaves Alby’s eyesight. They can tough sometimes that’s for sure.

Then Minho and Ben emerge from the maze, taking a look at the Greenie running straight past him. And there the Greenie goes again, trying to ‘have a look at the maze.’ And now obviously he’s getting a bit too close, and some Gladers are noticing this. One of them being Gally. Gally being the hot-head he is goes straight up to the greenie and shoves him straight to the ground. The Greenie gets a bit agitated and grabs some Gladers attention, me included. I get up and start jogging to where the boys are.

“What the hell is wrong with you guys,” the greenie spits out. “Just calm down alright,” says Newt. “No why won’t you tell me what’s outs there,” says the greenie again. “We’re just trying to protect you man,” Alby states. “For your own good,” says newt.

“you guys can’t just keep me here!” Obvious distress.

“I can’t let you leave,” says Alby.

“Why not?” the greenie says and is if on cue we hear the walls. The rumbles signalling that they are about to close. We all focus our attention on the wall while it shuts close. Hopefully scaring the greenie enough.

“Next time, I’m going to let you leave,” says Gally, trying to prove a point. As always.

The Greenie starts at the walls in shock as if he just saw his whole family die right in front of him. I start to walk off as all the commotion has ended until I hear my name being called from behind me. And I can immediately tell from his accent that its newt. “Y/N!” Newt calls.

I turn around and looks at him. “What’s up,” I call out while he walks over.

“Are going to say hi to greenie yet or what?”

“y’know I only do that at the bonfire, that’s when they have the most questions.”

“of course, I guess we’ll talk then.”

“Yeah, see you later,” I call out while walking off. Newt shouts a little see ya while he walk in the other direction. On greenie days I never really have enough time to talk to Newt until the bonfire at night. Which is 100% the worst part of greenie days. Not being able to talk to my best friend for the whole day. It could be worse though.

Tags: @honethatty12

 Sorry the chapter took so long to get out. This chapter is a bit shorter than the first one. Also, this was written at 3:00 AM and I just used the editor thing on word to edit because I cant be bothered so im sorry if someone this does not make sense.