#90s movie headcanons

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Meeting and Courting Dracula

(Not my gif)(Requested by inference and the will of the winds)

(This one really got me feeling like a pathetic hopeless romantic. Hope you enjoy)

- He frightens you when you first meet him: like a phantom in broad daylight, a living shadow that contorts and disappears with the changing of the clouds above you. You blame yourself for nearly running into him, disregarding the fact that there’d been nothing in front of you mere moments earlier; that you were alone under the canopy of trees until you very suddenly weren’t. 

- You’re struck dumb by his sudden appearance, your heart dropping down into your stomach as his eyes meet yours, the blue of them so deep and intense that you struggle to pull yourself away. You apologize quickly once you’re able to get your bearings, swallowing swiftly and moving to step out of his way until he very gently moves in front of you once again. 

- His face twists into a smile, gentle and kind and very unlike what you’d initially expected from him. He explains that he’s new to the city as your eyes instinctively flicker back to his own, like there's a magnetic pull between the two of you. For a moment, you wonder if this is normal, if this is what all wealthy gentleman are like, yet your lack of knowledge on the matter only serves to make you feel even more insecure. 

- He speaks to you as if you’re on his level, chuckling softly as he admits that he’s a bit lost and asks for directions to a certain attraction that’s been drawing in residents and tourists alike. Your hands twist in the frayed cotton of your working dress as you answer him, pointing out the street that he needs to follow before excusing yourself and walking past him.

- You don’t get very far before he calls out to you again, asking if you’ll join him. You’re compelled to laugh at the idea, part of you wondering if he’s teasing you, though the earnest look on his face and the way that he stands patiently awaiting your answer tells you otherwise. 

- His gentle expression never once changes, even as you point out the fact that you’re still dressed in your work uniform and that you look a mess. He merely smiles softly and tells you that he hadn’t noticed, that it’s hard to look anywhere else but at a face as beautiful as yours: and when he assures you that he’d be willing to wait for you if you’d like to go and get changed, you find yourself unable to refuse. 

- And so he does, escorting you home with a pleased smile and waiting patiently for you at your gate as your family rushes to scrounge up something suitable for you to wear, rifling through their wardrobes and jewelry boxes in search of something even half as nice as the tailored suit your perceived admirer is wearing. Your hair is combed though ruthlessly and you face is scrubbed violently and the little makeup your family owns is applied as perfectly as humanly possible until you’re deemed beautiful enough to entertain company. And only then are you ushered out of the door to reunite with the man, smiling nervously as he stares at you in awe, complimenting you quietly as you very purposefully walk towards him, willing yourself to relax and not trip over your own feet. 

- You feel a bit silly walking alongside him, too distracted by the bustling streets of London and your own self doubt to notice the tender gazes he sends your way or to fully keep up with the occasional questions he tries to ask you. He’s patient however, and smiles at you in reassurance as you apologize nervously for missing whatever he’s trying to say to you, comfortingly insisting that he’d probably be distracted as well if he had to navigate such confusing roads as “these”. 

- When you finally do arrive at the attraction, he pays for both your tickets and offers to buy you whatever else you may want: sometimes insisting while other times just gently questioning. A part of you can’t help but wonder why. Wonder what would make him so eager to gift you things and to listen to you speak; especially when you arguably provide such comparably undignified company. You wonder if he’s expecting something from you, something lewd that he thinks he’s owed now that he’s put money into you. 

- But by the end of your day together, he simply walks you home, thanking you for your company and asking if he can see you again in the future, taking off his hat and bidding you adieu with a tender, fleeting smile after you assure him that you’d be happy to. When he’s gone, you can’t help but decide that he’s simply lonely and that he’s merely a foreigner who doesn’t care for English customs or status: a thought that sends you to sleep with great relief. 

- It isn’t long before you see each other again, whether by coincidence or purposefully made plans. Whenever you do, he continues to be the perfect gentleman: always buying you things and asking you about yourself, seemingly genuinely wanting to get to know you. There’s times where he just keeps asking you about yourself and without even thinking, you manage to spend hours just recounting stories from your past, making you somewhat embarrassed once you realize that you’ve been the only one talking for most of the night. He always just shakes his head and insists that you “weren’t being anything of the sort” and that he wants to hear it whenever you apologize for being so rude, making your heart flutter in your chest. 

- You’re not entirely sure when the feeling of your meetings shift from that of friendliness to that of potential lovers. You deny it for some time, not wanting to be presumptuous, but after a while, you’re incapable of calling it anything else. What else do you call a person like him? Someone who admits to finding you beautiful, or adoring your company, or wanting nothing more than to spend time with you and only you whenever you make a stray comment about how he should be making more distinguished acquaintances. If not a suitor, then what?

- A monster, perhaps. That's what your dreams will have you believe. For all the good that he brings to your life, there is still some bad. The world around you feels so strange after he enters it, so foggy and confusing and, at times, so frightening. He acts so oddly at times, misspeaks in ways that leave you confused, makes the air around you turn tense and suffocating at the drop of the hat for no good reason at all. 

- And yet, any time there is something off, he’s there to soothe you the very next moment: like a dog laving at the wounds that he alone has inflicted. If you dream of him, his gentle face twisting into something evil and beyond recognition, he looks twice as handsome the next morning and you shake the unpleasant thoughts from your head: and yet, though they’re momentarily lost, they’re never truly forgotten. 

- There are times you wonder whether you should refuse to see him again, reasoning that these things never happened to you before he came along. And sometimes you do refuse to see him, ushering him away as politely as possible and making excuses as to why you’re not able to entertain him. Yet you only ever feel worse, your body warm and weak and your mind a fuzzy mess until he visits you again, your parents letting him in as he explains that he was worried over what state you might be in, that he wanted to make sure you were alright. And you are alright, but only once you lay eyes on him, the sight of him clearing away your ailments like the dry cracks of the ground in the rain. 

- It’s only a little over a month after you’ve met when he comes to you, sitting you down on the red velvet cushions of a private room warmed by a crackling fireplace, taking your hands as he explains to you that he’s returning to Transylvania and that he wants you to come along with him. That he wishes for your hand in marriage. 

- And it all feels so soon and sudden and rushed but as you look into his eyes, you cant help but agree, all of your senses screaming at you to say yes and on a whim, you find yourself nodding your head, nerves bubbling in your chest as you watch a smile stretch across his face. He raises your knuckles to his lips, kissing them excitedly before he leans in and gently kisses you on the lips, promising to make you the happiest woman on earth; distracting you from the fact that it feels like you’ve done all of this before....

- Nevertheless, he surely keeps his promise....

- Public displays of affection have never bothered him. He doesn’t care to create a façade of modesty for the sake of society and it’s newly created customs: and considering the fact that you’re probably living in his castle, it isn’t often that you’re in public anyway. Visitors are scarce in your lives yet even if they do turn up, he doesn’t care either way, showering you with love and affection regardless of whoever may be watching; and coyly blaming it on a difference of culture should they have an issue. 

- Although, funnily enough, he tends not to keep hold of you whenever you’re out in public together; not closely at least. He lingers more than he touches: a hand hovering close to you, a delicate grasp of your own, his fingers just barely gracing your spine as he leads you somewhere private, etc. 

- Yet, if someone were to peer into the private rooms where the two of you are alone together, they’d find him completely wrapped around you: his arms embracing you from behind, his face close to your own, tender and loving touches, soft caresses, etc. 

- Chaste pecks on the lips, kisses sponged across your hairline, soft pecks to your nose and eyelids, etc. He kisses you anywhere he pleases in the moment and oftentimes that means he’s going to kiss you everywhere. 

- Passionate and adoring kisses: behind them all are years of yearning; and you can feel as much with the way that he clings to you and steals your breath away. They remain passionate but they soften a bit once he’s certain that you’re his, the overwhelming emotion fading into something a bit more tame and less dizzying; though that doesn’t mean he isn’t capable of giving you equally all-consuming kisses literal centuries after the two of you have been reunited. 

- He loves to kiss your neck and journey down your chest, brushing gently against the indentations that are forever embedded in your throat, occasionally leaving a mark in his wake; somewhere only he’s allowed to see. 

- Soft caresses and tender holds of your jaw and neck. It’s his favorite place to touch you.

- Hand kisses; particularly when your hands are out of their gloves. *Gasp*.

- You curl yourselves around each other when you go to sleep: your arms and legs intertwined, head pressed close to his chest. Although, before you were turned, he liked to wrap himself around your middle and listen to your heart beating in your chest. He doesn’t turn you until he’s certain that he’s memorized the melody, wanting to remember it for the rest of his immortal life. Sometimes he’d even kneel on the ground between your thighs and embrace you like that, holding you close and calming himself with the steady sound. 

- He loves hearing your real name leave his lips more than anything else, but he will call you my beloved, my darling, and dearest one; amongst other old fashioned pet names. He’ll also occasionally call you something in Romanian. 

- Dancing together. You’re only lit by candles and surrounded by riches and magic beyond your wildest dreams: and every time you are, you cant help but fear; if only just for a moment, that all of this is just a dream and that you’ll wake up in your old bed alone. But then he smiles down at you, kissing between the slight furrow of your brows and asking what you’re thinking about, and you’re brought back into the unbelievable reality that's become of your life, your fears disappearing in an instant. 

- That’s everyday that you spend with the Count: a dream within your waking moments. He creates a heaven on earth for the two of you and there’s nothing that he isn’t willing to do in order to create it for you. 

- Gifts. So many gifts. Jewels, gems, jewelry, antique heirlooms, and dresses made of threads and beads beyond what you’ve ever seen before or thought possible. Libraries full of books and aviaries full of birds, rooms full of paintings and exotic flowers from faraway lands; anything you could ever ask for is there in his castle just waiting for you to come home to. He’d lasso you the moon if you asked him to and bring you some extra stars just because. 

- Cuddling and walking the beautiful beast he calls a pet. He loves to watch you smile and shower the wolf in affection, burying yourself in it’s soft fur. He can’t bring himself to grow jealous of your love for it, seeing you happy and knowing that you have someone to keep you company during the times in which he cant is like a gift to him.  

- Showing him around all of the new world attractions of your town: all the museums and shows and restaurants that you’ve always loved to go to or wanted to go to since you were young. 

- He loves to indulge you in experience: bringing you to theaters you could never afford to enter on your own, ballets you always wished to see, trips to places you’d only ever read of, etc. He likes seeing your inner child come out, it makes himself feel youthful. 

- The two of you would travel the world together if you wanted to. He’d journey to the end of the earth if you simply asked him to. 

- Long goodbyes filled with...well...longing. Even if the two of you know that you’re going to see each other the next day, you can’t help but hate having to part from each other. You’d spend minutes lingering at your gate and gazing into his eyes until your parents inevitably called you inside for the night, your head turning to send him one last glance before the door is finally shut behind you. 

- Hiding away in secluded rooms and corners.

- Candlelit dinners. Though he never eats with you, you never feel insecure when you’re around him. 

- Carriage rides. You stop wherever you please to do whatever you want and everyone around you watches on in intrigue and fear. The locals near his castle gawk at the two of you whenever you stop by the village, watching as you smile at and point out all of the simplest of life's pleasures to him while he stands near the horses like death himself.

- Him always offering you his arm and helping you down from carriages or stairs or what have you.

- Long conversations. He wants to know every thought that's ever entered your brain and every story you could ever possibly tell.

- Listening to the tales of his past. A part of you feels sorry for not being able to remember the part of you that he does, and somewhat jealous of how much he loved someone who wasn’t quite you but you enough. Sometimes you worry that he loves her more than he’ll ever love you, but to him, you’re one in the same. You’re a part of her that he gets to love more than he ever got to love her, a butterfly reared from her cocoon: what makes you different is loved just as much; if not more, than what makes you similar.

- Poetic words spoken and written to you: confessions of love unlike anything you’ve ever heard. There’s never been more romantic words passed between two people. You’re truly spoiled.

- Please pacify him with kisses and admissions of love on the daily. He can’t stand not hearing and seeing you submit yourself to him and his love. He wants all of what you’re able to give him so much he could cry.

- Insecurities aren’t a thing between the two of you; unless they’re his own. Every inch and quirk and anything of yours is engraved in his memory and loved deeper than you can comprehend. To him, your flaws are perfection and there isn’t a thing about you that he would ever choose to change. 

- Confessions, confessions. Oh the things he’ll have to admit to you before he truly makes you his.

- Learning to love all of his different forms; though he oftentimes only stays in the one he knows is most pleasing to you.

- It takes him a bit of time to turn you; even if you ask him to. He’ll feel somewhat remorseful and shy away from the action, struggling to damn you to the life he’s lived in “your” absence. Though I can also see him attempting to change you early on in your relationship while you’re none the wiser as well, leading to you trying your best to avoid him, confused and frightened by the whole ordeal; not quite sure if what you remember was a dream or reality but still feeling somewhat uneasy in his presence.  

- Him sneaking into your home before the two of you live together/wed. You probably think its a dream when you see him levitating right outside your window. It simply can’t be real....

- That being said: this somewhat strange behavior and coincidences can end up drawing you away from him: feeling as though you’re going crazy and knowing that all of it started and surrounds the very man who’s trying to court you.

- The people in your life find him odd and most try to hint at the idea of you needing to find someone new, but you simply won’t have it and none of them have the heart to say it in his presence. Their disapproval is a lost cause anyway. They think his love is too consuming …and they’re right, they’ve already lost you to it.

- He likes to check on you whenever he pleases. You’ll be going about your business, relaxing in the garden or a room in his home and he’ll take a break from whatever it was he was doing, pressing a kiss to your forehead while you bask in the sun or asking what you’re up to wile he hugs you from behind; a pleased smile creeping across your lips at his sudden presence.

- Him occasionally scaring you with his habit of suddenly appearing out of no where, oftentimes catching whatever inevitably goes to fall from your grasp once you notice he’s there.

- Him always making sure you’re looking after yourself and being well taken care of. He worries and fusses over you: over what you eat, how much you sleep, etc. He’s always cooing at you and telling you to rest; as if you’re made of glass and about to break. 

- He loves taking all of your worries away and handling whatever he can: which is nearly everything. You live a lavish life free from stress and it suits you well. He lives to keep you comforted and comfortable. 

- You’re very good at calming him down, able to sway him towards the direction of mercy whenever he grows irritable. It’s very fortunate that he found you; at least for his enemies or those that otherwise get on his nerves. 

- Though he’d seldom allow for you to meet them, you’re probably at least a little jealous of all of his brides. He no longer needs them after he finds you; and they might even be killed before your arrival, but you still can’t help but feel a little tense when the subject manages to come up. Unless you want some brides yourself I guess. 

- On the outside, he’ll appear nonchalant but on the inside, he’s analyzing every single mannerism and expression passed between you and the man he’s jealous of. He’ll smile cordially and allow you to introduce him, biting back the venom he wants to spit or swallowing down the rush of sickness in his throat, but the minute he feels they’ve overstayed their welcome, they’ll be dealt with in private. He refuses to lose you in any way ever again and that includes meddling mortals capable of making you rethink your devotion to him. He never lets you know about his jealousy though; unless you can guess it from his occasional silent moodiness. 

- Hell hath no fury than Dracula defending his love. He exudes an energy you occasionally match when putting people in their place for questioning your relationship; a trait of yours he cant help but love. 

- He doesn’t entertain arguments with you, he remains calm and reasons with you gently, letting you snap at him if you need to but refusing to return the same anger. You don’t tend to get into very many fights but it’s hard to continue them either way since he simply doesn’t participate. Most of the time you just end up having a calm discussion and sorting things out.  

- He sincerely apologizes whenever he upsets you and insists he makes it up to you; even when you can admit that you were probably being a little silly. He also accepts your apologies very easy; mainly because he can’t stand to be mad at or away from you for long. 

- He tells you he loves you constantly, in more ways than one, and you try your best to do the same. 

- You’re destined to spend the rest of your everlasting life as his countess whether you like it or not, so here’s to hoping that you love it as much as he loves you...

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JD from Heather's with a secretly yandere reader? Maybe they despise JD and Veronica's relationship? I'll leave creative liberty to you!

Jason Dean x Yandere!Reader Headcanons

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• When he first meets you he probably won’t pay much mind to you being around it gives you much attention other than sarcasm and a free rude comments until he realises you’re not exactly like the popular girls he resents so much. Afterwards he’ll enjoy your company, but it’ll usually come with him being quite cryptic or manipulative while he’s still with Veronica.

• He might get a bit suspicious of you if he notices you giving him and Veronica a bit more of your attention than the average person does. The glances you give the two of them will definitely be noticed. JD wouldn't see this as a good thing though, and would probably approach you about it with some kind of threat or do something in retaliation to try and make you avoid them.

• Once he notices that you’re actually turning to come between him and Veronica, he’s going to absolutely love it. At first he thought the attention was a bit strange, but now he’s got you and her bidding for his attention and it’s the first time in his life that he’s being given options on who to pick.

• The more manipulative the better, he adores seeing someone be just as toxic as he can be. If you’re being manipulative he’ll catch on pretty quick, but most of the time he’ll stop do what you want just because he’s been looking for someone likes that and like himself for so long.

• As you become more obsessed over him the more he’ll start to reciprocate, until finally he’s practically replaced Veronica with you. If you manage to grab all of his attention and show that you’re more like him than Veronica ever will be, then he’ll easily cast her aside and be with you no matter how upset she is.

• He's realised that you're probably going to do a lot of what he asks you to, and whatever plan he makes you'll be encouraging it. Since this is the case, he'll even encourage you to get involved in the planning too, making you both just as guilty as each other.

• Every little thing that he does will be a way for him to take advantage of your feelings, even if you think that it's the other way around. JD has experience manipulating people, so he's pretty much always a step ahead of you no matter how bad your yandere tendencies might be.

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Ok so I haven’t put any of my clerks content on here since 2023 so I’m gonna start with my newer stuff and then post older stuff :3

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Headcanon again :)

(Thanks to @4ndj4 whose memes inspired me to come up with this shit)

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In trolls world we have different creatures like trolls, bergens, rageons and vacaytioners. But do you think there are other creatures in the world? Other old toys from 90s?

When it was only first movie I used to believe the trolls world was more like fairy tale/fantasy world with fairies, elves, dragons, unicorns and goblins

I used to think that too!

Bergen Town made it seem very medieval.

Tho I'm glad that we never know what exists in the next town over. It really opens the story up for so many possibilities!

Oh absolutely tonnes of creatures. I read a fanfic where John Dory was divorced from a FURBIE which I thought was genius.

OMG Cabbage Patch Dolls! Tamagotchis! Beanie Babies!

Maybe other random things could be featured not as creatures but as tools! Like how the pools noodles were plants or orbies as the ocean?

Moon boots! Etch a Sketch!

Maybe even little things like someone using a scrunchie as a slingshot. The shoes made of gel! Those bands we used to slap on our wrists!

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im working on an official design for these idiots after a long time heres a sneak peak of the um designs. rouxls now has those beautiful sleeves that made me genuinely gasp in how much i like them

also drew lancer from memory again also this reminds me of my first Disney villain rouxls art how the times have changed so fast

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Random Headcanons for the Scream (1996) Group

A/N Okay so I know I've been promising a bunch of fics and they will be coming...eventually. But right now I have major Scream brainrot so here are some of my headcanons for the characters

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, Billy & Stu being misogynistic, mentions of bullying, mentions of cheating, brief mention of alcohol, mention of murder/canon typical violence in Scream

Billy is the oldest and Randy is the youngest

More specifically the birth order goes Billy, Tatum, Sidney, Stu & then Randy

Billy & Tatum's birthdays are both in September and are two weeks apart

Sidney's birthday is in November

Stu's birthday is in late March because in my mind there is no way that man is not an Aries

Randy's birthday is only about a month after Stu's, but Stu uses any chance he gets to bring up the fact that Randy is the "baby" of the group to piss him off

For example:

Stu cuts off Randy during one of his rants about how the sinners are always punished in horror movies because, "What do you know about the sex rules in horror movies, anyways huh?! You're such a virgin, I bet you have wet dreams about Jamie Lee's breasts" Stu chuckles, blowing air in Randy's ear.

"Shut up!" Randy argues back, he feels a blush spread across his face and up to his ears.

"Aww look Billy, the baby's blushing. It is true!" Stu laughs louder.

"I'm not a baby! Your birthday is only 3 weeks before mine!" Randy pouts.

"Whatever you say, baby" Stu sticks his tongue out at Randy, devolving into a fit of laughter at his expense.

Randy has autism (I feel like this one isn't even up for debate)

Stu has ADHD and dyslexia

Tatum isn't a natural blonde:

Her real hair color is a shade of brown slightly lighter than Sidney's. She started dying her hair during junior year because she wanted to stand out more

Speaking of hair dying, Stu definitely bleached his hair sophomore year (think Tim Laflour from Senseless) just to piss off his parents

I wouldn't say Tatum is boy crazy but I think she definitely likes knowing that she can hold a man's attention

I feel like Stu and Tatum haven't been dating that long, having only gotten together about 6-8 months before the start of Scream

I also think Stu is Tatum's first real relationship

I feel like Sidney and Casey Becker would have been besties if they had gotten the chance to get closer

Tatum was always secretly a little insecure whenever Casey got brought up but if she had really gotten to know her they would've been friendly too.

I think Stu used to tell Tatum lies about Casey/ Casey & his relationship to make Tatum jealous on purpose

Literally if it wasn't for Stu then Sidney, Tatum and Casey would've been such an iconic girl group

I think in terms of distance Randy and Tatum live closest to each other, their houses are only a few blocks away from each other near the center of town

Billy also lives close to the center but heading the opposite direction from Tatum and Randy

Sidney's house is closet to Stu's with the two of them living on the outskirts of town in the more rural area.

Group hangouts & movie nights are usually at Stu's place because his house has the most space and his parents are rarely home

Occasionally Randy will host movie nights at his house but not as often as Stu because whenever the group hangs out at Randy's, Martha wants to be included

And while Randy loves his sister, they can't really watch slasher movies and drink beer with a kid hanging around

I think before Maureen was murdered the gang would hang out at Sidney's house a lot too

But after she died, Sidney found it hard to have company over because it reminded her of all the memories she had of her mom, like her baking cookies for Sid & her friends, or all the times she had begged her mom to let Tatum sleep over on a school night, and now it was too painful to try and create new happy memories in the house since she was gone

Billy always preferred hanging out at Stu's as he was finding it harder and harder to be at the Prescott's house

Each time he walked through the door he could feel his blood boiling thinking about what was going on between Sidney's mother and his father & how much of a slut Maureen was

Okay so I've found myself struggling to figure out how Randy ended up in that friend group

Because for me I think Sidney and Tatum have been best friends for forever, having been friends since the 1st grade

Stu and Billy have also been friends a long time, meeting each other in the 3rd grade when Billy's family moved to Woodsboro and the two instantly clicked.

But Randy... he feels like a bit of an outsider compared to the other boys and I doubt him and Tatum would have been friends first if it wasn't for the fact they already had mutual friends

I think Sidney was the one to introduce Randy to the group:

Like it's the 7th grade and Sidney and Tatum are a school dance (I'm imagining something like the Snow Ball from Stranger Things) and this group of popular guys come running up to them snickering being like "Our friend has a crush on you! This guy wants to ask you out... we're totally like his best friends." And Sidney can tell something is up

She sees the group of boys gesturing to this geeky looking kid sitting by himself all awkward on the bleachers and instantly knows that he's the butt of some practical joke.

"He wants to make out with you! He told me himself!" The leader of the group laughs pointing at Sidney.

"Leave us alone you creeps!" Tatum yells back, pulling her and Sidney away from the boys before they take off laughing.

And then Sidney is just standing there looking at this poor kid alone on the bleachers and before she can stop herself, she's walking over to him

Tatum is just watching her like girl wtf are you doing?!

Sidney sits down beside him and introduces herself

Needless to say Randy is shocked, like why is this cute girl talking to him of all people!?

"Hey I'm sorry those guys are such jerks! Would you like to dance with my friend and me?" Sidney asks pointing to Tatum

And then it's literally love at first sight for Randy.

Randy spends the rest of the night dancing and talking with the girls and Sidney starts to realize maybe this kid isn't all that weird and annoying after all

After the dance, Sidney and Randy start saying hi to each other in the halls or occasionally eating lunch together until it grows into a fully formed friendship

Also just because Tatum wasn't super open to Randy in the beginning doesn't mean that they're not besties now

Because they are!

I see Tatum and Randy being big time gossip buddies

Like Randy is obviously really nerdy so I see him as being the type of guy other people don't really pay attention to

Which means the more popular students will be gossiping right in front of him like he's not even there and Randy's holding on to every single word

Like one time he was sitting in the library only pretending to type up his English essay because the two girls next to him were whispering about how Christina from his biology class had not only gotten knocked up over summer break but how her boyfriend might not be the father because "Casey like totally saw her sneaking upstairs with this scary-looking guy at Steve Orth's 4th of July party"

And Randy is sitting there feeling like his head is going to explode if he doesn't immediately run and share this news with Tatum so the two can swap theories on who the mystery guy is

Stu likes to gossip too but Tatum is selective with what she tells him because he's a blabbermouth and will spread the stories all over school

I feel like the friendship as we see it in the opening of Scream didn't happen right away

Like usually it was just Billy & Stu hanging out and then Sidney & Tatum, or Randy and the girls hanging out separately

It was until freshman year that the 5 of them all started hanging out as one big group as Billy and Sidney got closer

Randy didn't want to admit it to the girls but I think he was happy at first to have some guy friends around

Although tbh Billy and Stu are more like his frenemies at best with how much they like to abuse and tease him

I like to headcanon that Randy was raised by a single mom, with his dad walking on the family when Randy was 8, leaving his mom to take care of him and Martha by herself

Because of this I think Randy can struggle a bit with his masculinity sometimes

I think before the murders he used to look to Billy and Stu as sort of guides on how to be "manly"

But as he got older, like during junior/early senior year, he started to see just how much of misogynistic jerks the two were

I think Randy is closer to Stu than Billy

Like during the rare moments where Stu isn't making fun of him they actually have similar interests in terms of movies and will chat about that

I don't think Randy ever really liked Billy as he always saw him as a sort of competition for Sidney's affection

But I feel like he tried to make an effort to get along with Billy until the start of their junior year:

Billy's mom had left him and his dad under mysterious circumstances a week before the start of the new school year & Billy had been acting a little more off than usual

Randy feeling empathetic towards him and remembering what it was like when his dad left tried to start a conversation with Billy about it:

"Hey, Billy I know we've never been as close as you and Stu but if you want to talk about y'know... your mom" Randy trailed off, glancing at Billy over the door to his locker, Billy's face unreadable. "Look I remember when my dad left I-"

Before Randy could finish his sentence, Billy grabbed him by the shirt collar, shoving him harshly into the wall of lockers.

"Listen shithead! Your father ran off with his cum dump slut of a secretary," Billy sneered his face inches from Randy's, a look of anger in his eyes that Randy had never seen before. "Don't try and fucking act like you understand any of this."

Billy let go slamming him back into the lockers and storming off, leaving Randy scared and speechless.

Billy gave Randy a half assed apology later that day during lunch, saying all the stress at home was getting to him and urged Randy to keep the whole situation between the two of them

Randy agreed but never truly forgave Billy and lost all trust in him after that

Lastly, this might be controversial but I feel like the queer relationship between Stu and Billy was one sided

Like Stu definitely had a crush on Billy

And Billy liked Stu because he was "different" and "understood him", but his feelings towards Stu weren't as strong as Stu's were for him

I kinda feel like Billy used Stu's crush to manipulate him a bit

Like Stu definitely went along with the murders of his own accord because he's sick and twisted and thought they were fun

But I think Billy sold him on this lie of how the pair would be the two sole survivors and they would go on to create a sequel

While Billy cared for Stu, he wouldn't hesitate to kill him if it meant he could get away with his plan as revenge was always what was most important to him

And one thing about Stu is that guy has a big mouth

He could barely go one day without not so subtly bragging about how he and Billy murdered Casey and Steve

I doubt Billy expected him to be able to keep the whole events of the Woodsboro murders a secret for very long

Which is why I think Billy cut him a little too deeply in the kitchen scene on purpose

Stu was just his muscle and lap dog to help him carry out his big plan

Billy always saw himself as the lone "final girl" in his revenge plot so Stu bleeding out from his wounds wouldn't have been that big of an issue to him

[sonknuxadow]

you know i do wonder how many sonic characters actually have living parents. like knuckles is the last of his kind so obviously his parents arent around anymore. both guys who could be considered shadows dads are 100 percent confirmed dead. sonic is canonically an orphan im pretty sure. and on the other side of the coin cream is like the only character in the game cast who has a living parent we actually see onscreen. but what about everyone else i dont think theres a straight answer for any other character. other than rouge's mom being mentioned a couple times i Guess but we dont even know anything about her or if shes still alive just that she existed at some point. are these kids constantly putting themselves in danger because they dont have parents around to stop them or because their parents just dont care

[dont-hug-me-its-yuri]

more fart end job headcanon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

More fart end job headcanons!!!

. Coffins love language is acts of service while Briefcases is receiving gifts

. Coffin loves horror movies while Briefcase is terrified of them

. Coffin actually hung out with Briefcase (outside of work) for the first time when he made them watch Hellraiser together

. they had to stop it 20 minutes in because Briefcase could not handle it

. Coffin is way taller than Briefcase, she could literally throw him

. Briefcase is totally ok with helping Coffin bury and carry dead body but will not go through the dissection phase

. Coffin gives Briefcase so many gifts that it doesn’t understand (wilted flowers, jewelry made out of actual bones, etc.)

. Coffin is constantly helping Briefcase out with injuries since the man is the most clumsy man you will ever meet

. Coffin has never showered and Briefcase is totally attracted to that (little freaks)

. Briefcase thinks that holding hands is scandalous and Coffin has no sense of personal space due to having no social interaction for most of her decades long life

pay 20 dabloons to get more!!!

[deusluxuria]

headcanon that since johnny grew up about 10 years in kentucky and 10 somewhere in rich person england, he has a mixed accent, and gyro one day was like "if it were anyone else, i wouldn't be able to understand half of what they were saying, but when i look at you it's somehow crystal clear" and johnny just kinda stared and said "that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me, please don't ever say that again"

[luciloo0]

How much older is Fulton?

We already know that he’s at least slightly older than the rest of the ducks, (along with Averman). In the shop scene Bombay has a conversation with Jesse, Goldie, and Guy about him. Goldie made an off-handed comment about him having to repeat a grade. How much of that is true?

I’d put him at about 14, (around the age of Elden Henson at the time), during the first movie. That’s would make him a year or two older than the rest of the ducks. I personally think that he was held back at some point before the movies, because he was in the same class as them and also had detention with the ducks.

He’s also much bigger than everyone else is, clearly already have hit puberty. He’s also a lot tougher. If he was say 12, like the rest of the ducks, (other than Averman of course), he should have been about the same height and have a similar build. I’m not ruling out that he might’ve just hit puberty early, I just don’t think that’s the more likely thing here.

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Lestat wooing you would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

( I wrote this draft a while ago, and only now edited and finished it, so hopefully I'll still like it after my next viewing of IWTV lol. I tried to balance romance with Lestats naturally manipulative and toxic side. And I tried to make a neutral set of headcanons for something I think would really depend on the type of person.)

- When he can, and when he wants to be, Lestat is like a dream personified: one you feel so vividly and yearn for so ardently that you pray you’ll never breach the waking world again. He sweeps you off your feet; both figuratively and literally, until all that’s left of you is a foggy haze that can think only of fairytales and fantasy. 

- And yet, the dream is bound to end as nothing short of a nightmare. 

- Lestat views mortals as toys, things he can do with as he pleases, and dispose of as quickly and as often as it suits him. He hardly ever takes into consideration the feelings and the value of those around him, save for when he decides he wants them: and even then, he can’t help but play cruel little games. 

- Lestat’s love, in general, is a game. It’s a game of cat and mouse, one that only he ever manages to win. No matter how long it may take, no matter how hard you may try to avoid it, no matter how much it might hurt you, you’ll end up being his in one way or another, even if it kills you....

- At first, Lestat is very open about his infatuation with you, introducing himself to you in the dead of night as you walk the streets or sit in your garden. He apologizes for scaring you, ignoring how strange his sudden appearance may be; how it seems almost impossible for him to be where he is right in that moment.

- Though you're too distracted by his physical appearance to truly consider the logistics. Too distracted by his complexion and his hair that seems to be glowing in the moonlight, how striking his eyes are, how expensive his clothes are. He's completely foreign to you; both in physical attributes and status, and because of that, you're taken with him from the start.

- Being with him is thrilling, it's exhilarating, and it feels almost dangerous, so comparably taboo to everything you've ever been taught to yearn for. You would have never imagined that you'd be sneaking away in the middle of the night, tiptoeing past your parents room or climbing down the steep side of your home's architecture: all to meet with a man who only ever appears to you in dark corners and secluded spaces. You would have never imagined slipping back inside just as the sun rises and hiding your exhaustion in the morning at the breakfast table, knowing that if your father ever found out he'd lock you away.

- But just being with Lestat is enough to make you forget about any and all consequences that you may face. He's able to strip away your worries: waxing poetic about how he loves you and how he'll never allow anything to happen to you. About how he's capable of giving you a life that you couldn't even imagine.

- He's worse than the devil when telling you how he'll let you live deliciously: promising you no more pain or sorrow for the rest of time, how not even sickness or death could ever touch you again. But only if you'll trust in him, love him, accept him, him, him, him. His tone is never above a whisper yet it's deafening, rendering the world around you silent so that all you can hear is the beating of your heart and the softness of his voice.

- When he talks to you about the future, it's as though he can read your mind: as though he understands you on some deep and emotional level, perfectly summing up your deepest and darkest feelings that you do your best to hide. He promises to change the things you wish to change, to give you the things you have always yearned for, to rid you of the grievances and the heartaches that you have grown to worry about. Out of everyone in your life, it is a complete stranger who seems to know you best, and it makes you feel as though you are somehow one in the same, connected on some otherworldly level.

- He flirts with you in your more lighthearted moments together: making you laugh and flush and hide your face. He speaks so smoothly, so charmingly, so intelligently. All the boys you've ever met have either been perfectly plain or dreadfully boring, and Lestat is the total opposite: so full of life and passion and romance. It's like he holds your heart in his hands and tells it when to beat.

- He calls you such beautiful things: things reserved for your parents or the letters between history's greatest lovers. Some are comparably innocent to others, holding the affection of a guardian rather than a lover. Pet, lambkin, sugarplum, treasure, angel, beloved, darling, dove, lover, my love, my dearest, my heart, etc. Not to mention when he speaks in his native tongue.

- It's easy to forget who you actually are when every name he seems to call you is a term of endearment or your name spoken in a tone that you've never heard before. He makes it seem so foreign and different: makes you feel different.

- And when he feels his words are no longer enough, he moves on to gifts: covering you in gems and jewels and satins. You tuck them away in the bottom of your dresser, keeping them hidden away from your families prying eyes. The first time you visit his home, you're shown a room that's already made for you: it's closets and dressers full of luxuries that you've never known.

- When he zips and clasps you into them, his fingers linger on the pulse beneath his touch. He kisses your wrists and your neck as his hands slide across your body, listening to the heartbeat racing in your chest and the thoughts crossing your mind, knowing that his affection is filling you with burning heat.

- It's an age of innocence that you live in, and Lestat is a creature of sin: when he woos you, it's bound to include seduction and lust. He wants to sway you towards a life of debauchery, the type of life he has lived for quite some time, the type of life that he can give to you: one without punishment and restriction, one with only pleasure.

- He tries to lower your inhibitions: tries to trap you in a whirlwind of excitement, and romance, and affection, until all that's left is a dizzying love that makes you want to give yourself to him and only him. When he feels he can get away with it, he'll lean in close, staring straight into your eyes as his mouth draws nearer to your own. A grin pulls at his lips, feeling as though he is seconds away from stealing a kiss and sealing your fate.

- It's then that you pull away, wanting to; needing to, preserve your chastity, not wanting to allow yourself to get carried away and do irreversible damage; to be a fool for the sake of love. On one hand, he loves it. On the other, it infuriates him. He soothes himself with your touch, pausing only for a moment as your head turns away from his own before dropping his face into the crook of your neck or burying it in your hair, feeling your softness against him; a promise of what he is capable of winning as long as he can remain patient.

- You're so soft, so warm, so sweet: all attributes he tries to imitate himself; wanting you to trust him more than anything. He drapes himself across you, lays his head in your lap or rests his chin on your shoulders, wanting to seem gentler than he is. He is a monster, yes, but he's determined to convince you that he is not: as though he holds less control than he actual does, as though he is weaker than he is. Perhaps in a way, he is weaker: weak for you, for your touch, for your acceptance, for your love.

- And in convincing you that he is weak for you, he manages to win you over and turn you away from your family, planting seeds of doubt in your mind and ideas about running away with him. He introduces you to passion, to all of the things your family taught you to stay away from because they're sinful and will lead you down a dark path. He questions why something so beautiful and pleasureful would be so wrong for you to engage in. Why god would mean to keep you from enjoying them, from enjoying life and enjoying him, enjoying all the pleasure that he convinces you to let him give to you.

- At some point, he will find himself an entry point into your regular life: likely by attending a party that you and your family are at, and making himself known as an honored guest or sponsor; someone that the people around him are bound to respect and trust. He pretends not to know you when the two of you are introduced, though the way he looks at you when he kisses your hand will tell anyone who's watching that that is simply not the case.

- He plays nice in the presence of others, treating you more like a child than a potential wife: acting like a protective uncle when in the company of your family, friends, or suitors. He cultivates a close relationship in public with you under this pretense, lowering your families guards and making them believe that he truly has your best interests in mind. When other men come around, he is not seen as a competitor, but rather a guardian, someone that they must convince to like them if they wish to get close to you

- Yet for all of this acting, there always comes a time in the middle of the night when he finds you alone, acting as though a switch has been flipped and he cannot keep himself off or away from you. He grabs you from amongst the darkness, concealing your shrieks of surprise as he holds you close to him, growling about how he's missed you and cooing at you as grumble about how he's treated you all evening. He reminds you that you must keep your love a secret; whether it was initially his idea or your own, and against your better judgement, you begin to soften once more; forgiving him as he smiles at and hugs you close to him.

- He keeps you close to him at parties once he feels he has earned the right to; or even when he feels he hasn't, urging you to sit with him at his side and leaning into you so that he can murmur little comments in your ear, grinning as you giggle and try to hide it. You sit at his side as he plays the piano, watching his fingers fly across the keys as he quietly makes lighthearted conversation or teasing quips.

- In the presence of others, his affection turns gentle and innocent: tapping your chin, booping your nose, patting your cheek, escorting you around by your interlocked arms. In private his affection is more intimate: brushing your hair from your face, toying with your jewelry, lingering caresses, purposefully placed hands, long and gentle kisses. It's hard to grow used to the difference: how he can be one man one moment, and seem like a totally different one the next.

- But Lestat enjoys this difference, this game of his that he gets to play with you. It's a game he takes even further in an effort to make you jealous, to make you even more interested in him: to invoke some kind of strong reaction in you and bring the two of you closer in the long run. It's a rotten and dangerous game that he plays: brushing you off in favor of another, disregarding how happy you are to see him, taking pleasure in your confusion and disappointment.

- He expects to bite then lap at the wound like a dog, be the one to hurt you then strip you of the pain. He expects you to eagerly accept his undivided attention later on: for you to feel fortunate for the scraps, to wait for his beck and call. And how rewarding it is for you when you ensure that his plan backfires. Two can play at that game, you reason, and you watch as he conceals his own jealousy in response to your actions.

- When he stands you up during your nightly meetings, you don't show up the next day yourself. When you're at a mutual party, you dance and stay by the side of a boy your father boisterously insists you'll marry one day. When you need fresh air, you take the boy with you and sit in the garden side by side. And oh how Lestat could snap his neck like a twig: drain him right in front of you and sully your little saintlike dress. There's still a chance that he will....

- Your attention is like a drug to him and when he is left with none of it, he festers in sickness and in agony, rotting from the inside as he suffers from withdrawals. He must remind himself to be patient when he thinks about sweeping you away, about making you his and forcing you to stay with him until the end of time.

- He'll undoubtedly interrupt you, whether during your sit down with your potential suitor or after it happens: either scaring the boy off with the sheer tension and anger that radiates off of him, or stealing you away when his back is turned, grabbing you in the blink of an eye; reminiscent of times when you were both in much more jovial moods. His ability to suddenly appear will never cease to shock you, to startle you before you gain your bearings and sigh at the sight of him; whether in relief or annoyance.

- It's in these moments that he has to be very careful. He feels the need to turn you, to ensure that you're not going anywhere, but in doing that, he is playing a very dangerous game. Lestat believes that you could grow to love him over time, that you would get over the initial resentment of being turned once you realize the gift that he's bestowed upon you. But what if you don't? What if he loses you all the same? You'd be as good as dead then, wouldn't you? Immortal and yet refusing to be by his side. He wouldn't let you, but that's besides the point.

- If he does manage to quell those urges, manage to convince himself that now is not the time to change you, then he must decide on how to deal with you accordingly: decide if anger is the way to go, if sorrow is, if kindness should prevail above all else. Sometimes his temper gets the better of him and his sweetened words turn sour, making you wonder if the man standing before you is the same man you've grown to love.

- Oftentimes, you respond just as angrily, lashing out at him in the same venomous way, your pain and your exhaustion showing through. He can't help but love it, love the anger and the passion that you show him. He finds your fury exhilarating: proof of why he chose you in the first place, proof of how perfect you are for each other.

- It's then that he turns on the charm: smiling and laughing in amusement, somehow turning this rage of yours into a bonding moment. It's baffling to witness, and it gives you much to think about. It's in these moments that he might be forced to turn you, seeing the conflict on your face, hearing the words leave your lips, orders for him to leave you alone, how you never wish to see him again.

- He can't allow you to make that decision, to leave him and be rid of him forever. He'll ensure that you're unable to: that no matter where you go and no matter how far you run, he will continue to be the only one you can turn to, the only one who can understand and guide you. You'll learn to love him then, he'll make sure of it. Despite all the aggravation, a life without him will be even more unbearable, ...and you'll realize that soon enough.

- There's a very likely chance that he'll woo you after he bites you, that he'll turn you during your first meeting, or feed from you and later convince you to let him change you. For the sake of these headcanons, I've pretended as though there's a reason he's unable to steal you away in the middle of the night and run away with you. Just let it be known that under different circumstances, he might react very differently when trying to win you over.

- That being said: Lestat does try to give you the choice when deciding whether or not to change you; regardless of your history together. Although, it isn't much of a choice, is it? It's either change or die: a sort of "pick your poison" type of scenario.

- I can see him making his secret known in an attempt to win you over and intrigue you, to fascinate you with his mere existence and draw you towards him even more. Your interest in him facilitates his beliefs about you: about how you're made for his world and not your own. The fact that you're not terrified of him; that you still yearn to be near him even after learning what he is, proves to him that you're different from everyone else, that there's a reason he chose you out of every other person on Earth.

- Logistically, you know that things like him should not exist: that even if they do, they're dangerous and should be avoided at all costs. And yet, you find yourself incapable of of doing so. Knowing that he exists frightens you, and yet it fascinates you even more, making you want to continue seeing him: scared of losing this double life of yours that has allowed you to see things beyond your own comprehension and the set of beliefs that you've been taught since birth. If you turn from him, you risk going back to a normal and boring life, forced into realism after getting a taste of true fantasy.

- It's a hard decision to make; whether you'll choose to continue seeing him or not, yet you should rest assured that Lestat is seldom finished with a person even when they fully believe him to be. If he wants something, there is simply no preventing him from having it. And the thing he wants most is you....

[mysadcorner]

Can i ask for a billy loomis and a stu macher (seperate) with someone who is famous... like a movie star or a singer?

Billy Loomis x Famous!Reader Headcanons

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• Billy's first reaction to you being famous would be a slight shock, especially if he hadn't heard of you when you met him. He wouldn't make a big deal out of it and would act calm, but on the inside, he's dying to know everything about you and your career.

• In private Billy tries to stay as down to earth as he can, not feeding into the fake friend stereotype famous people are regularly surrounded by. He won’t let you know about the dark side of himself for quite some time, but the sweet side of him is always genuine.

• In public, Billy tries to make the most of the attention. People are finally noticing him due to his connection with you and he no longer feels like an outcast. It's everything he's ever wanted, although the lack of privacy and having to behave constantly would be something that annoys him.

• When all the attention is finally taken away from him, and you may even be too busy to give him much attention due to your busy schedule, then he will be absolutely furious. Not being the most important thing in your life, or at least feeling like he isn't, completely fuels his anger and jealousy which only pushes him towards doing something drastic.

• If his normal life is affected much by the fact that you're famous then he won't come across like it bothers him too much. He obviously can't get away with as much as he usually would due to all of the attention surrounding you, so he'd complain through passive aggressiveness and slight comments that come across as innocent at first rather than having outbursts in front of people.

• Billy would behave in a very supportive and happy way towards your fame, but this isn't because he has good intentions or because they're how he genuinely feels about it. The main reason he's so supportive of you is because he's getting a major benefit from your fame, and he isn't going to ruin that on purpose any time soon. The more he gets out of it the more his behaviour becomes manipulated and fake.

• Billy is pretty good at looking after you after a long day despite all of this, and this in itself is genuine from him. He wants to be happy and look after you, but most of the time he considers himself to be much more important without realising, only looking after you and being especially kind if you've given him every reason to.

• If you ever leave Billy because of your career, or because you just decided to leave him for other reasons, then he will not handle it well at all. Not only are you being ripped away from him but also the money and easy life he's gained by being with you, and he won't put up with that. There will definitely be threats and perhaps violence if you don't comply to what he wants. Stalking is an absolute if you do find a way to leave.

[iloveplayrehersal]

I asked this about Stu before but now I must ask this about Mickey:How do we think his relationship is with his parents?

[kaytheday]

Post 10 things I hate about you HCs:

Cameron and Bianca

After Cameron punches Joey, he blows up, everyone knows his name. He becomes more popular and it’s what he’s known for. Though, Joey is still just as popular.

For dates, they go to the arcade, mini golfing, and pizza nights.

Bianca’s dad is still super strict so they often have to bring Michael along for liability. He becomes their official third wheel.

Cameron is pretty good at doing hair, mostly because of his little sisters. He’s always touching Bianca’s hair. Sometimes when they watch a movie, she’ll lay her head in his lap and he’ll just absentmindedly stroke her hair until they both fall asleep.

They’ve never done much other than hold hands in public. Cameron is a very private person.

Bianca still gets love notes and gets invited on dates by so many guys. She’ll often tell Michael to talk to them. It doesn’t do anything, but her and Cameron get a kick out of watching him try.

Patrick and Kat

People still stay away from Patrick, even though he’s the softie of the relationship.

He gave up smoking completely for Kat.

For dates they often go to concerts, parks, clubs, or libraries together.

Kat helps Patrick with school work. She needs him to graduate so they can go to Sara Lawrence college together.

Kat’s father does not approve of Pat and her going to the same school. He doesn’t know they plan to live together. He won’t find out about it if Kat has anything to do with it.

Patrick is always humming or singing a song. He’ll have two fingers tracing down her back while he hums can’t take my eyes off you.

Kat has tried to teach Patrick chords. He’s hopeless, he can only sing.

Kat moves out a week after she graduated. Patrick and her make the trip across the country together. Soon they own an apartment together.

Kat starts a girl band and guess who their number one fan is?

They make a point to cook together in the apartment at least three times a week. They put on music and dance together while the food is in the oven.

[little2nerdy]

rewatching my favorite movie (sleeping with the enemy, 1991) and all i can imagine is steve looking like this in the early 90s