#90s tv imagines

[hiphopcherrrypop]

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[zepskies]

I had another idea about soldier boy…🙃💞

Imagine his partner dragged him to a 90s night at a club…LIKE DRAGGED HIM. He didn’t want to go, he didn’t wanna see anybody, he didn’t want the entire get-up and actually having to pretend to enjoy himself. Then after he steals his girlfriends Gin and downs it, he just lets loose and doesn’t give an F.

Hello, friend! I love this idea!! 🥰

This one intrigued me. I dug deep into my '90s music playlist for inspo! And if you want to know something about my writing process, I often write with music in the background. It sometimes drives the tone and feel of what I'm writing.

But anyway, getting into this imagine!

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female Reader Word Count: 1,000 Warnings: 18+ only - just to be safe.

Imagine: Taking a reluctant Ben to a ‘90s night at the club.

You love spending time with Ben, living together, sharing your lives and your space. You've been helping him catch up on TV shows and movies he missed, helping him adapt to the ways things have changed.

He really hates all the self-checkout screens and shit at the grocery stores now. (Like for fuck's sake, he's just trying to buy his beer and coffee creamer in peace. Everything's a touch screen nowadays.)

Even the damn McDonald's has an order screen. His hand once broke straight through one out of sheer frustration.

But anyway, when Annie invites you to check out this awesome club with her and Hughie and Frenchie and Kimiko, you're sold the moment she says "'90s theme night." However, you also know that convincing Ben is going to be a nearly insurmountable task.

"That sounds dumb as fuck," he tells you.

You frown at him, hands on your hips. "Come on, Ben. It'll be fun!"

Ben likes to have a good time. Lord knows. But you also want to look the part — dressing up for a decade he had no part in.

The '90s weren't exactly a fucking party for him. In fact, he tries harder than you know to block out that entire decade, as that's when the Russians started to get truly creative on that compound...

Sensing you're losing him to his memories, you grab his hand and stroke his cheek. "I promise, if after an hour you're still not having a good time, we'll leave."

You give him those eyes. You ply him with sweet and tantalizing kisses. And you show him what outfits you're considering. (One dark green dress in particular already has his dick twitching to attention in his pants).

So that's how Ben ends up caving. For you, and no one else. (As usual.)

For a while he just sits at the bar with you while you catch up with your friends. You're so damn excited, he can tell. The inside of the club is interesting, he supposes, with dim lighting and a DJ on the stage with a very sophisticated looking setup that Ben finds wholly unfamiliar.

The music, however, is ass so far. What the fuck is this, Hip Hop? Rap? R&B? He can't tell, and he doesn't know any of the songs. It sounds like a bunch of fucking whining. And don't get him started on whatever you call grunge.

The bottom line is, this entire thing is not his scene. It makes him feel out of place...it makes him feel old. In a way that he doesn't truly feel all that often, even when he's with you. So he really wants to fucking leave. But he doesn't.

He just downs his entire whiskey and then another. He sees you're still nursing a gin & tonic beside him while you watch your friends head out onto the dance floor. Hughie, that moron, actually seems to have some moves as he shakes his ass around his blonde girlfriend. Ben rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

"Poison" by Bell Biv DeVoe comes on, and you light the hell up. You're smiling and bopping to the music.

And you look beautiful tonight. The short, dark green dress is eye-catching even under the dim lights. Your hair is wrapped in a tight but messy bun. You've got some tall black boots on and a black velvet choker around your neck. You're adorable and sexy all at once.

Ben can tell you want to join your friends on the dance floor, but you're nothing if not loyal. You did promise to stay with him. And you give him a flirtatious, teasing smile, bumping your shoulder with his.

"How're you doin', babe?" you ask.

"Fine," Ben replies, with his usual stoic front. Your mouth quirks. But when "No Diggity" by Blackstreet comes on, not only are you excited, but you also get an idea.

You slowly slide out of your seat and move in time with the beat, just vibing, dancing near your boyfriend.

You give him a little show, twirling under his hand, brushing against his side and letting your fingertips slide against his neck, down his thigh. Your touch makes small zings of sensation run through Ben's body, teasing, arousing. You know exactly what you're doing.

"Shorty get down, good Lord. Baby got 'em open all over town. Strictly biz, she don't play around. Cover much grounds, got game by the pound…"

Ben watches you with rapt attention. The smooth, sensuous way your hips move to the beat. You remove the pin from your hair and shake it out in front of him, then beckon him with a hand.

"Come on. Come dance with me."

You continue to roll your hips nice and slow. Teasing him with the curve of your ass, as well as your smile.

"She's got class and style. Street knowledge by the pound. Baby never act wild, very low key on the profile..."

Ben finally realizes that you don't see him as "the old man in the club." You invited him because you want him with you.

And what, is he afraid or something? Like he cares about what the rest of these fucking pussies think of him.

Fuck it. He takes your gin & tonic from the bar counter and downs it all, a nice burn down his throat. Then he reaches out for your hand and firmly takes it.

You lead him onto the dance floor, where you guide his hands onto your hips and he draws in behind you. You reach back, your hand gliding up the back of his neck and into his hair.

"You're blowing my mind, maybe in time. Baby, I can get you in my ride..."

Ben knows how to dance, but this is different from what he's used to. So he follows your lead at first.

"I like the way you work it. No diggity, I got to bag it up (bag it up, babe)…"

But then, he lets the smooth beat infiltrate his body and he just lets go. His feet and his hips and his hands on your body — he turns you around and pulls you in close, flush against him so he can feel every part of you where you fit just right.

Your chin tips up and your lips brush against his. "Having fun yet?"

Ben smirks. When he gets you home, he's fucking you in nothing but the boots and that little velvet choker. But for now, he's having a good time.

AN: Thanks so much for this ask! I truly had so much fun with it. 😊

Next time:

I've got an imagine from a friend of mine. She requested some clothes shopping, some jealousy, and a whole lotta Soldier Boy being himself. (I added in some dressing room shenanigans for good measure. 😏)

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[geekgirl750-writes]

Really want to write some fluff (and maybe smut) about this og himbo that's been living rent free in my head lately

[stephstars08]

On-Screen Kiss

Jonathan Brandis x Actress!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, A tiny bit of Angst but mostly Fluff, and Possible Grammar Errors. (Don’t think I forgot any!!)

Summary: Y/N is an actress and one of the main characters on a TV show called SeaQuest. Her best friend is her co-star Jonathan who she also has a secret crush on. When her character is to kiss Jonathan’s character she can’t help but get really nervous about it even though her older sister tells her it will all be fine.

Word Count: 1,542

Author’s Note: BIG NOTE! WHEN THE FONT GOES INTO ITALIC, THAT’S WHEN YOU AND JONATHAN ARE FILMING THE KISSING SCENE!

Y/N plays Melanie Westphalen on a TV show called SeaQuest. She’s been on the show since the first season. She plays a teenage intern nurse, and the daughter of another character named Dr. Kristen Westphalen. When the show got picked up for season two Y/N agreed to return even though the actress that plays her mom wasn’t set to return. Y/N is close with all of her co-stars, but she has to be the closest with Jonathan who plays Lucas Wolenczak. They are both the same age and are younger than the cast so that’s why they clicked so easily.

When Y/N returned on set for the first day back she learned that her character and Jonathan’s will be love interests for season two. A lot of viewers really wanted them to be become a couple in season two, so the writers did it. Y/N was doing fine with the storyline till she got the script for the next episode they will be filming. The episode ends with Y/N’s character kissing Jonathan’s character.

The reason why Y/N is so nervous is because she has an enormous crush on her blue-eyed co-star. The only person that knows about her crush on her best friend is her older sister, Kira. Kira has been trying to get Y/N to just tell Jonathan about her feelings, but Y/N is too scared to.

What if she tells him and he rejects her, and things become awkward between them? That’s another reason why she’s nervous about the on-screen kiss. She doesn’t want things to become awkward between her and her only best friend.

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Today was the day of the on-screen kiss and Y/N’s nerves were pacing all through her body. She was in her trailer with big sister there for emotional support. “I don’t know if I can do this, Kira.” Y/N told her with nothing but nervousness in her tone. “Y/N, it’s just your nerves talking. It’s all going to go fine.” Kira reassured her. “Like the director told you, it’s just going to be one take.” Kira added but she could still the nervousness in her sister’s Y/E/C eyes.

Kira took both of Y/N’s hands in hers. “Y/N, you are living out your dream job. You’ve been dreaming of becoming a big actress ever since you were ten years old. You were born for this role, and you can’t let one scene scare you off.” Kira told her in a stern tone. “Everyone knows you can do this. You just got to tell yourself that you can do it.” Kira added giving Y/N a comforting smile.

A knock was heard on the door of the trailer. “Y/N, you’re needed on set.” She heard one of the crew members tell her. “I’ll be right out.” Y/N called out to the crew member. “I’ll be right here if you need me and if you feel like your nerves are taking over just repeat what I just told you in your head.” Kira told her. “Okay?” Kira asked which earned her a nod from Y/N. “Okay.” Y/N told her. She let go of Kira’s hands and made her way out the trailer.

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“Okay everyone on their marks.” The director called out. “And…Action!” The director called out.

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Melanie was sitting on her bed in her room with some tears rolling down her cheeks. She let out a heavy sigh when she heard a knock on her door. “Go away! I don’t want to talk!” Melanie called out to whoever knocked on the door. “Mel, it’s me. Lucas.” She heard his soft voice say from the other side of the door. Melanie wiped away her tears as she stood up onto her feet. She walked over to the door and opened it to see Lucas standing there with a concern look on his face.

“Lucas, I’m fine.” Melanie told him with an obvious lie. “Really? Because I can see it in your eyes that you’re not fine.” Lucas said noticing the tears that filled her eyes. “Just go away.” Melanie told him turning away from him. Lucas let out a sigh as he walked into the room and shutting the door.

“How could I be so stupid.” Melanie hissed out as tears made their way down her cheeks again. “He’s the stupid one, not you.” Lucas told her. “He’s the one that cheated on a smart and beautiful girl.” Lucas added which took Melanie by surprise. Melanie turned around and looked at him with a surprised look in eyes. “You think I’m beautiful?” Melanie asked him. “To me you are.” Lucas said as he walked closer towards her.

“He doesn’t deserve your love. You deserve to be with someone that treats you like you’re the most beautiful girl in the whole world.” Lucas told her with a soft smile on his face. Melanie stared up into his eyes. As Lucas stared back into her eyes, he put one of his hands onto one of her cheeks. “May I?” Lucas asked her. Melanie gave him a nod. Lucas leaned in and connected his lips with hers. Theirs lips moved perfectly in sync with one another’s.

When they pulled away from the thirty seconds kiss, they stared at each other with love and comfort in their eyes. “I’m still stupid.” Melanie told him. “What? Why?” Lucas asked her with confusion in his voice. “Because.” Melanie started as she took his hand off her cheek and held onto it. “My dream boy was in front of me the whole time and I was so stupid that I didn’t see it earlier.” Melanie told him as her lips turned up into a smile. Lucas returned the smile as he gave her hand a light squeeze.

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“And cut!” The director called out. “Good job Y/N and Jonathan. Go and take fifteen minutes.” The director told them.

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After the kissing scene Y/N avoided Jonathan off screen. Yes, the kissing scene went perfectly fine but for some odd reason Y/N just couldn’t face Jonathan by herself.

Jonathan noticed the distance going on between him and Y/N and it quickly worried him. After he shot his last scene of the day he went to Y/N’s trailer to talk to her, but he got no answer, so he figured she had already left for the day. He decided to just talk to her first thing tomorrow when he arrives on set.

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It was the next day and Y/N had just got to the set. She was sitting in her trailer going over her lines when she heard a knock on the trailer door. “Who is it?” Y/N called out as she flipped the page of her script. “It’s Jonathan.” She heard his voice say which made her go into shock. She didn’t realize she was into shock till Jonathan called out her name after not responding back to him. “Y/N, you alright?” She heard him ask. She could hear the concern in his voice.

Y/N put her script down onto the small table. She stood up and walked over to the door, opening it. “What are you doing her?” Y/N asked him. “I wanted to know why you were avoiding me yesterday.” Jonathan told her which made her nerves start to pace just like they did yesterday. “I can’t tell you, okay!” Y/N said with frustration in her voice as she turned away from him.

Jonathan walked into the trailer and shut the door behind him. “Y/N, it’s just me. You can tell me anything.” Jonathan told her in reassurance. Y/N just stayed silent. “Does this have to do with our kissing scene from yesterday?” Jonathan asked her which made her let out a sigh. “I was just really nervous about it.” Y/N told him still not looking at him. “Why were you nervous?” Jonathan asked her. “Because I have feeling for you.” Y/N finally confessed to him as she turned around to face him. “You do? Why didn’t you tell me?” Jonathan asked her as he looked at her with a surprised look in his ocean blue eyes. “Because I didn’t want things to become awkward between us and ruin our friendship.” Y/N said as she avoided looking into his eyes. “Well, I can reassure you that neither of those things will happen.” Jonathan reassured her which made her look at him. “It won’t?” Y/N asked him a soft voice. Jonathan shook his head no.

“I have feelings for you, too.” Jonathan confessed with a soft smile. Once he said he feels the same away about her, Y/N felt her nerves finally settle back down. “Wow, I guess my sister was right. I really did have nothing to worry about.” Y/N said with a small giggle trying to hide her embarrassment. Jonathan took one of her hands into his’s.

They started to lean in but before their lips could touch there was a knock on the door interrupting their moment. “Y/N, you are needed on set.” A crew member told her. “I’ll be right out!” Y/N called out trying to hide the annoyance in her tone.

“How about we go grab a bite to eat after we’re done filming.” Jonathan suggested to her. “Sound good?” He asked her. “Sounds perfect!” Y/N answered with the biggest smile on her face.

[thedrotter]

filler doodles about how i comedically whitewashed myself as a child (despite also being the darkest i had and still have ever been in my entire life) because i cannot wrap my head around it

[salaciouscrumbb]

movies you go to on a whim or because you like the genre in general & then it's made in such a specific, targeted way it could practically have a "for [your name]" dedication in it.

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Ray Thurston

(My gif/I NEED YOU TO IGNORE IT)(Requested by anonymous)

(I tried my best with his impressive three minutes of screentime lol. I also don’t know how their powers work but everyone was talking about a painless death so I went with that and made a cliffhanger. Sorry)

- “My first and last boyfriend”. Before moving to Dark falls, that inconspicuous statement held a far different meaning than it does now: it would have marked the start of a beautiful love story; a retrospective tale of pure romantic perfection. Nowadays, it marks the start of a terrifying horror story wrapped up in a sickly sweet coat of devotion. 

- When you first met Ray, you’d only been in town for a couple of days: having just finished cleaning your room and unpacking your things in the home that smelled of dust and mildew. You’d resigned yourself to thinking of the place as a prison, a lonely and boring abode that would continue to stay that way until you; hopefully, made some friends at your new high school. Fortunately; or unfortunately, for you, you’d end up waiting for far less time….

- Maybe that was it, you’d thought to yourself, staring up at the gray sky and straining your ears to listen for any semblance of a bird call; of any sign of life, coming from the area around you. You came back with nothing, nothing but the swaying of leaves and the sound of the wind: up until a rustling nearby jostled you out of your thoughts, sending your heart into a fit of erratic beats and your head swinging in order to find the perpetrator.

- Walking in woods that you weren’t necessarily familiar with wasn’t exactly your idea of fun, but the cable hadn’t been set up yet and your belongings were bringing you little to no excitement, so exploring the trees behind your home was the next best thing. 

- The place gave you the creeps whether you wanted to admit it or not. Dark and seemingly completely devoid of wildlife, the eerie atmosphere sent a chill running down your spine. The place felt wrong, wrong in ways you couldn’t quite place: it felt like everything around you was screaming that you shouldn't be there and yet, there was absolutely nothing at all; not even the chirping of birds. 

- Nothing, nothing at all, nothing until you heard a low whistle coming from the opposite direction and whipped your head around to find a boy not much older than you, slowly walking in your general direction. 

“Was that just you?” you’d called out, wanting the assurance that he’d thrown a rock or something; that there was a logical reason for the strange happenings surrounding you.

- But when he lifted his head to look at you, his brows furrowed slightly and he merely asked if you meant the whistle, shifting his trek so that he was approaching you fully instead of the wide berthing circle he’d seemed to be making before. He repeated the sound as he stopped in front of you and you shook your head. 

“No, not that. The rustling.”

“The rustling?”

“The rustling over there.” you pointed behind you, a slight hint of frustration finding its way into your tone. 

“How could I have made a noise over there if I was coming from the other way?” He asked, his voice harboring an air of amusement.

- The question hit you like a bucket of water, sobering you up and making you feel slightly silly. It was probably just a bird; the same type of bird you’d been searching everywhere for just a few moments prior: and here you were, making yourself look like a total freak in front of the first kid you’d managed to stumble upon in your new, weirdly quiet town.

- You relented, admitting he was right before apologizing, explaining that you’d just moved in and that you were probably just looking for things to freak you out: that you weren't used to the area yet; that sort of thing. He reassured you that it was alright, his tone oddly smooth and somewhat robotic, as though he was thinking very carefully about what to say. You chose to brush it off, wanting so badly to have some sort of friend in your new town that you were willing to look past the weirdness; at least until summer ended. 

- You started to make conversation, asking him questions and offering up some information about yourself, awkwardly moving on whenever he answered you with silence. You were torn between finding him strange and thinking that maybe you were the weirdo: maybe he was the norm around here and you were the outsider who acted odd and talked too much. Him being older and handsome certainly didn’t help…. 

- Regardless, just as soon as it had started, your meeting was over. Concerningly suddenly, he’d interrupted your rambling and told you that he had to go, almost immediately walking in the same direction he’d come with hardly a parting glance. You stumbled over a goodbye, wondering if you’d done something wrong: too confused to take notice of the sun that had just begun to shine directly down onto you.

- It’s a few days later when Ray finds you again, plopping down next to you as you’re sitting in those same woods. He ignores his prior speedy exit, looking over you silently as you nervously look anywhere but him. You shyly tell him that you thought you’d made him mad or something, laughing off the awkwardness before he earnestly tells you “no”, that he just had somewhere that he needed to be; saying it with such finality that you can't bring yourself to question it.

- Things continue to carry on like that: him disappearing for a while then randomly showing up again. You get used to his fickle presence; same with his cryptic way of acting and talking. You even start to get closer to him, considering him a friend of sorts; especially after meeting more of the kids in your town and realizing he’s one of the least weird people living there.

- You start to spend more time with him, letting him take you through the different parts of the woods and inviting him into your home, even finding yourself dreaming about him on occasion; feeling a bit like he’s never really gone even when you don’t expressly see him. It’s a foreign feeling and just as much as it worries you, you also begin to find it sort of exciting; particularly because you’ve begun to develop a bit of a crush on him.

- The feelings seem to be mutual: what with the way he holds your hand and your shoulders, sits thigh to thigh with you, makes a habit of always showing up and never staying away for too long. He looks at you with this certain intensity that no one else ever has, this sort of unabashed interest that most people would be too nervous to show. It makes you nervous, it draws you in....

- It’s the way he looks at you when you cut your leg on a stray branch, blood seeping from the wound as you hiss and stop in your tracks. He stops too and asks what's the matter as you kneel down to examine the damage. He remains silent while and after you explain and before you can straighten up with a disappointed tsk, he’s already kneeling before you, gripping your leg as his eyes remain glued to the bleeding slice. 

“I’m really okay.” you assure him, wincing as he strokes a finger across the angry red, gathering the droplets as he goes. Your brows furrow as you watch him, confused by his behavior and suddenly feeling as though he might be a lot weirder than you’d already anticipated. 

- He leans down even further as your mind races, pressing his lips to the wound, causing you to recoil at the sensation, stumbling to your feet, your own eyes training on the stain of blood on his pale lips. 

“I should go home,” you say quickly, gulping a bit. “...Clean this.”

- And with that, you rush off, long gone by the time he licks his lips and places his red stained finger onto his tongue.

- It’s only a few nights later that the inevitable happens. You awaken in the dead of night to find him in your room, scaring you half to death. You ask him what he’s doing and he tells you he wants to try something, telling you to close your eyes and assuring you that it won't hurt. You hesitantly do as he says and before long, you feel his cool lips pressed against your own, soft and tentative. 

- Though it takes you by surprise you slowly start to kiss back, melting into it before you start to feel strange. You pull away slowly, ignoring the way he momentarily chases your lips. 

“I don’t feel so good.” you say quietly, your vision blurring at the edges and your heartbeat feeling far too slow.

“It doesn’t hurt, right? I don’t want it to hurt. You shouldn’t feel a thing.” He tells you and your brows furrow further in confusion, your mind struggling to keep up and your body squirming away as he reaches out and pulls you into him, cradling you to his chest. 

“It’ll be over soon, then we’ll be together again. Really together.”

“What did you do?” You ask, voice just above a whisper, vision cutting out before your face can lift completely and look him in the eyes. 

- It’s then that you drift into unconsciousness, asleep for the last time, never to truly wake again….

- Even though the meeting portion of this story very obviously points towards you becoming one of the walking dead before your relationship really takes off, I’m gonna treat these headcanons as if the two of you got together before you died, just because it’s easier and because I think it adds to the dynamic. 

- Ray has a somewhat concerning habit of giving you a blank stare whenever you show him affection, which usually winds up making you feel a bit like you did something wrong; though that’s definitely not his intention. He actually really likes when you touch him and he likes touching you even more: it’s just that he doesn’t know how to respond whenever you suddenly grab his arm or decide to give him a kiss. He always has a slightly confused look on his face, like he’s trying to figure out what you did that for. It fades the longer you’re together but it’ll always linger; mainly because the emotionless look is just a product of being dead. 

- Pda is give or take depending on the weather and how recently he’s fed. He’s not an incredibly touchy person to begin with; most people would probably mistake the two of you for being close friends if they ever saw you out in public together, but he doesn’t necessarily have anything against it. He just doesn’t have a habit of partaking, aside from a random kiss which tends to surprise anyone who’s watching. He’ll also hold your hand quite a bit but it tends to give off creepy sibling vibes to onlookers instead of “cute couple”. 

- The two of you are kind of unnerving with the way you gravitate and push off of each other like two separate magnets constantly changing charges. It would have an especially strong effect after you become a permanent member of the town: kind of like those semi-racist Siamese cats in the lady and the tramp except unnerving and supernatural. 

- Have you ever seen a couple; more or less, teasingly act like each other's parents? That’s how Ray acts; except he’s pretty much being completely serious. He just has this really doting way of treating you: standing in front of you with both hands on your shoulders to tell you something, pulling you in to press a cold kiss to your forehead, holding your face in his hands and gingerly tucking hair behind your ears. If he wasn’t so earnest, it would definitely feel a bit condescending. 

- His kisses are always soft and sweet, his lips cold and slightly chapped. He tends to leave you wanting more, the featherlight touches just barely enough to satisfy you. He kind of likes seeing you yearn: and considering the fact that he’s dead and no longer attuned to wordly emotions; it’s easy enough for him to hold off and enjoy your desperation. 

- He calls you by your full name; regardless of whether or not you have a nickname or express any interest in couples pet names. He just doesn’t find a point in calling you babe or something of the sort. It’s another thing that sets him apart from everyone else; and would probably make your friends think he’s weird: like a strange home schooled/Amish kid that acts more like a youth pastor than a boyfriend.

- Cuddling is a great hobby to have when your boyfriend physically cannot be in the sun and it’s something you do fairly often; even though it’s borderline like snuggling a mannequin. Most of the time, you lean against him and cozy up to his side, letting him wrap a somewhat stiff arm around you while you sit down together. He might be a little unnervingly still but you learn to get used to it. 

- I should probably inform you that he’s not always as emotionless as I’ve been portraying him to be: it’s just that, when he gets livelier and a bit teasing, it’s usually not too good of a sign. Seemingly at random, you’ll find yourself being clung to, having him scare you half to death by suddenly appearing and snatching you by the waist, his mouth nibbling playfully on your neck with a slight growl. You’ll learn soon enough that it’s a sign of hunger and while it might be fun to see him let loose and show more passion, you just wish it was under better circumstances. 

- Admittedly, that's one of the pros of being the undead: being able to truly enjoy his playfulness without the fear of being eaten. You’ll grip onto each other and smile evilly, making mocking comments to the newest residents in town as you lick your lips and await your meals. 

- Speaking of his affliction: there’s probably going to be a moment in time where you find out what he is; probably in one of the worst ways possible, and flee, running away from him in a stereotypical horror movie fashion. He’ll stalk you for the next few days or stay at your door, urging you to open up and talk to him and how he thought that you loved him. 

- Gaslight, gatekeep, girl boss. Ray is not someone you should expect the full truth from because; even though he fully believes he’s doing what’s best for you, he’s bound to lie to you at some point and won’t always be on your side. He thinks that you’ll “understand in time” and that he’s protecting you from the truth but he’s still keeping secrets and borderline manipulating you so I don’t know, chief. 

- That being said, if he truly loved you, he might just have a change of heart and let you go during your final confrontation, allowing you to escape the town and survive because he knows that he could never make you happy as a member of Dark Falls. No one would ever believe your story but god would it stay with you for the rest of your life....

- But, if you were more on board with the whole killing people thing, you may or may not have been enticed into helping them lure new victims into the town. It’s probably one of the only things that would wind up keeping you and your family alive for any length of time....

- Oh wow Ray! You sure do have a concerning understanding of the lay out of my house! I never noticed there was a hidden closet in the basement or space between the walls that people can fit through! I sure hope no one else knows about this and decides to watch me through the walls! Wait a minute.... 

- Getting visited in your room; oftentimes at night. Sometimes he’ll show up just to watch you sleep, dancing his fingers across your leg before clasping a hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming once you wake up and see him standing there. He pecks your lips once he removes his hand, momentarily stifling your anger as you contemplate how deranged he is. 

- Your entire family sort of just learns to expect the unexpected because he’s simultaneously nowhere and everywhere all at once, always showing up at random and surprising you with his presence. You’re not sure how he gets in but he always has an excuse, no matter how implausible you’re beginning to find them. 

- Having to get used to his fickle appearances. Though a large part of his appeal is the fact that he’s someone you get to come home to and have a sort of escape from reality, he’s not always around to greet you after a long day at school. You’ll begin to bemoan sunny days; though who’s to say he isn’t hiding out in your room with the curtains drawn tightly together. 

- He probably occasionally walks over and surprises you after school, walking home with you and sparking a few rumors about your relationship and where he came from: since they never see him anywhere else unless he’s with you and because of his generally odd behavior. 

- It’s best not to introduce him to anybody, unless they believe in the supernatural and/or are wildly nonjudgmental. You’ll just wind up making yourself upset since they’ll undoubtedly find his inability to pick up on social cues and his usual blank stare creepy, giving you humiliating looks as you grab him by the arm and haul him away. 

- You’re honestly probably the sunshine girlfriend to his stoic, “moon energy”. He’ll look like he’s merely tolerating you but he actually secretly loves you and the way you stick flowers and feathers in his hat, kiss his cheek, and always give him a bright smile whenever you see him. It definitely makes him feel a little guilty about having to kill you….

- His sister also feels a bit bad. Even though she’s a bit younger than you, you still find yourself hanging out with her and having her tag along on a few of your dates. She’s generally a bit more lively than her brother and it’s always nice to have that extra bit of enthusiasm, no matter how used to your boyfriends behavior you get. 

- Taking walks together, usually in the woods around Dark Falls; so long as there’s plenty of clouds. 

- Picnics. 

- Playing baseball together. 

- Balancing on the railways that run through your town and making a game of who can stay on the longest. 

- Showing him all the new stuff in the world; since he obviously can’t just enter a random shop and experience it for himself. You show him new music and movies, tell him about your day at school, describe different feelings to him, etc. In turn, he describes to you what it’s like to be dead; though he definitely tries to persuade you into letting him kill you so that you can feel it for yourself....

- Jealousy is almost completely foreign to him; or he at least never shows it whenever you manage to make him green with envy. He might feel a bit guilty over not being able to be a real boyfriend but he reasons that it’s easy enough for you to leave him if you really didn’t want to be with him; or that he can just kill you and make you totally his for the rest of eternity....

- Considering the fact that your boyfriend kind of wants you to die, its hard to explain whether he’s protective over you or not. I guess its in the realm of hey, only I'm allowed to kill her! So I guess that counts as something, right? 

- Arguing with Ray is near impossible because he never gives you anything to work off of: he remains completely silent and emotionless as you rant to him or try to fight, so much so that you usually just run out of steam before you resolve anything. Most of the time, you’re just gonna have to silently deal with his shortcomings. 

- He occasionally calmly apologizes if he did something to really upset you but I wouldn’t get my hopes up: he doesn’t mean it a lot of the time; merely trying to placate you since his calm talking points aren’t offering you any solace. He’s arguably not the best boyfriend but you’re the one who’s dating a zombie vampire so, ya know. 

- He tells you that he loves you but it tends to feel just a little bit off, like there’s something different behind it or like there’s a hidden condition to it. He shows you that he does; at least partially, and he seems much more sincere when you finally become one of them. 

- If you want to stay with him, you’re gonna have to let the town feed, there’s really no other way. You’ll be together forever after that; or at least until one of you gets left out in the sun. 

[bestial4ngel]

Cookie run has me in such a steven universe-esque chokehold ughhhh

[saturnsfather]

nooooo scully dont perpetuate the extremely exaggerated and false claims about phineas gage’s mental state and behavior after his brain was stabbed through in order to make a case that the man mulder is negotiating with is a psychopathic pathological liar who was never abducted by aliens, further making the other members of the surveillance and negotiation team doubt the positive impact of mulder’s actions haha youre so sexy

[atopvisenyashill]

i love yall i love the anons but i need you guys to be like a little bit more patient when it comes to my response time. i do in fact have a job that i sometimes need to actually do work for, plus it's big brother season and that is a 24 hour a day 7 days a week obsession until october or everyone i like gets evicted whichever comes first and also i did in fact have covid + no working shower for a hot minute there. love the asks, love the anons, but this is a series i read for fun and analyze for fun, i don't get paid to do this and i also have like, other obsessions.

[would-they-listen-to-that]

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[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

i'm so proud of this playlist... my favourite child if i say so myself

[emotinalsupportturtle]

Just started watching Jonathan Creek and Alan Davies is an absolute babe. Jonathan is already my favourite socially awkward genius, rude-yet-charming detective ever

also Alan’s line delivery of those dry rebukes is absolute gold

[judasisgayriot]

- Kid never went to school, never had no friends. You used to hear some weird stories about how Stakowski raised him after his first wife ran off. He just stuck him in a big old moving box. Toss in food, clean it out once a week like he did for his horses and cows. The kid had something else. Hole cut out of the box so he could see the TV. Day and night. One year, about a year before the fire, got a call from the hospital. Stakowski‘s boy, Jim, they were sewing up his hand. Stakowski got drunk, picked up a knife, carved a cross in the back of his hand. Big old cross. Deep and bloody. - The boy who set fire to his father. It’s Jim Profit. (Profit, TV, 1996)