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Scream King - Devon Sawa
#horror#horror movies#horror movie#movie#movies#gifs#gif#horror gifs#horror gif#my gif post#my gif#my gifs#horror edit#horroredit#screamking#scream king#Devon Sawa#final destination#final destination 2000#idle hands 1999#idle hands#the fanatic 2019#chucky tv series#chucky tv show#chucky series#creature of darkness#black Friday 2021#hunter Hunter 2020#hunter Hunter#the exorcism of Molly Hartley
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New episode! Devon Sawa, Bruce Campbell, and a host of zombified shoppers get to fighting over the best bargains on BLACK FRIDAY!
#horror#horror movies#horror podcasts#horror podcast#podcast#podcasts#2020s horror#2020s movies#black friday 2021#bruce campbell#devon sawa
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The Hand That Feeds
Featuring; Sevika x AFAB!Reader
Rating; 18+
Other Notes; Mutual pining, strangers to kinda-friends to 'yeah, we fuckin' -> Porn with plot. This was a gift that I wrote for a friend's birthday. I already shared it with them and got good feedback, so, I'm unleashing it to Tumblr.
Content Warnings; Smut, reader is AFAB, if you don't like the nickname 'princess' my condolences. Smut won't be until the second NSFW banner.
Word Count; 3.3K
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You have a tradition.
Every new moon you would sneak out of your aunt’s residence — she was a kind lady and took you in and gave you free reign — and travel across the river into Zaun.
Yet, despite what others may have thought at your regular travels, it wasn’t for thrill seeking or for nefarious activities. Part of it was out of sheer boredom, as Pilotver, while being the city of progress, was also a city of bureaucratic stillness and policy. A dreadful place when you needed a bit of chaos and authenticity.
Which is how you found yourself in The Lanes time and time again. But it wasn’t purely out of sheer boredom and wanderlust that you kept on coming back into the Undercity.
While many people had their own interests at the forefront — both in Piltover and in Zaun — you mainly came to help; bringing in fresh food. Bread, fresh vegetables and fruit, and cured meats. You used the bit of wealth that you had left from your family to give to others less fortunate. To those that had no one else to turn to.
You had been doing this long enough that you knew familiar faces and even some names. And tonight was no different in that regard.
You may not be from Zaun, but you have been to The Lanes enough to also recognize people who stuck in the background, watching.
For the past five months, a woman always stayed in the background, leaning outside of The Last Drop. She never approached you, but when your eyes crossed paths, you knew that she had been watching you give food to those that you could.
The past five months when you had come into the city she had only watched, assessing what you were doing. Seeing if it was for some ulterior motive.
Was the food spoiled? No.
Was it poisoned or traced with something? Also no.
As far as she could see and from the information that the people gave her about you, you did this for no other reason than you wanted to. And Sevika knew from when she first saw you that you weren’t from the undercity — there wasn’t the same edge that the people here had, you were sweet.
You were giving food out and this time she approached you. The dim lighting from the flickering neon signs reflected on her metal arm, catching your eye. Giving a little boy enough food for the day — as giving them too much would make them a target for theft — you turned to the newcomer.
She didn’t say anything, just giving you a once over, still assessing you.
“So,” she cocked her chin to the side a bit, talking down at you in a guarded yet curious tone, “how long have you been doing this for, topsider?”
Topsider.
You knew that you didn’t really fit in in The Lanes, but most people didn’t give you any trouble, just giving you a side glance before minding their own business.
A small smile, born out of the expected politeness of Piltover, graced your face. “Years? It’s hard to say.”
Sevika quirked her brow, “Why?”
“Why not,” you answered back.
Sevika’s mouth twitched in both amusement but also annoyed at the answer. Amused because you said it genuinely, as she was expecting a bit of sass and entitlement. Annoyed that you seemingly had no ulterior motives.
“Alright then.” Sevika just stood there for a moment, and you resisted the urge to shuffle as she continued to assess and try to come to a conclusion. Your eyes once again cross paths and she turns back and goes into The Last Drop again, leaving you alone.
Strange.
You were back in The Lanes and the sack of food had been emptied, all of it being handed out.
Ever since the woman with the metal arm had been keeping an eye on you there were fewer people who tried to push you around. It could also be the large visible knife that you kept strapped to your thigh, but having her presence around also kept people with ill intentions away, letting you be able to help the people you needed to and wanted it.
She was at her usual spot, standing by the door of the pub. Watching.
It has become a part of your routine. You had come to expect her to be there. Even though you didn’t even know her name, she had become a comforting presence in the background, like she was watching your back.
She wasn’t there tonight though.
No one had tried anything, as the knife was good enough deterrence for now, but it felt off without her there.
Placing the empty bag in your personal satchel you took the time to explore The Lanes. This was the original reason why you came into the undercity, but upon seeing how much worse the conditions here were, you sought to try and help where you could. People were just trying to survive and make ends meet.
“There’s a fight–” a guy bumps into you and keeps on walking, talking to his companion.
Around the bend you could hear a commotion, and curiosity got the better of you and you followed the noise.
There was a fight in full bloom, and the woman that you had expected to be silently watching you was in the heart of it. The fight was reaching its end though, both parties looking worse for wear, but the guy she was fighting was way worse off. The thing about having a metal arm is that it does a lot of damage to whoever it hits, and Sevika may have had some of her blood on her, but most of it was from the other guy.
He hit the ground, unconscious, and Sevika crouched down and whispered something in his ear before getting back up and walking away, but not before she saw you in the crowd. She paused for a second before continuing on, walking away from you. She had changed direction, like she was avoiding you. Going against your better judgement, you followed her, going into a dimly lit pub and looking through the sea of faces before you spotted her at the bar, ordering something.
You don’t know her. Why are you doing this? This is a stupid thing to do—
You sat down next to her and she gave you a sideways glance.
She had a cut on her face and a bloody nose. There was definitely going to be a large bruise on her arm by tomorrow. And despite being just in a fight and looking worse for wear, she was taking a long drink like this was nothing. But it probably is nothing to her.
This was also the closest that you had gotten to her, and despite her being beat up and the shit lighting in the pub, she was a very — pretty isn’t the right word, she was more than that — handsome woman.
“What are you doing,” she asked, slightly turning her head so she could properly look at you.
“You’re hurt,” and I wanted to make sure that you’re okay. But you don’t add that. You two don’t know each other. You aren’t friends. Hell, you don’t even know her name!
Sevika huffs, amused. “You saw the other guy.”
You had. “Still.”
She puts down her drink and fully turns to you, leaning forward a bit. “Listen, sweetheart, I can handle myself.”
Sweetheart. The nickname, while meant to be demeaning, made you … you didn’t know what it did, but you liked it.
She leans back, pays for her drink and leaves the pub, leaving you alone.
Sevika was back to standing guard over you. She had picked it up after hearing the silent murmurs about a topsider frequenting The Lanes.
In the months that she’s been watching — far longer than you had started noticing her — she knew a few things.
You always visited during the nights of the new moon, using the darkness as a cover.
You carried a large knife on your thigh. You never had to use it, since people knew she was keeping watch, but she saw how you would twirl it around when bored — it wasn’t just for show.
You were kind. She may not know your name, but she mentally called you Sweetheart. It seemed fitting.
And a new forth thing: you apparently made it a habit to be in the same places that she frequents when you really ought not to.
The fight had been by accident, but she hadn’t expected you to follow her into a pub.
Then again when she was making rounds — you had crossed paths with her and you gave her a nod before continuing on.
Once when she was coming out of the brothel that she frequents when pent up — something that was becoming more often as of late. You didn’t say anything, but you did walk past faster than usual, and Sevika felt a tinge of disappointment.
She had come to expect you. As much as she was an expected presence in your routine, you had become one in hers.
Tonight was the new moon, and Sevika was standing where she typically did. Waiting for you.
But you don’t show up.
Some of the regular people ask her where you are, as whenever Sevika is watching guard, you aren’t far behind. But she didn’t know. She didn’t like that she didn’t know where you were. It lingered in the back of her mind the next night.
This time you do show up, and when the last bit of food gets handed out she walks towards you, determined.
“Where were you last night?”
You turn around, not expecting her to really take notice that you were missing last night, but also she noticed.
“There was a blockade last night. The city is on high alert, so I couldn’t cross last night,” you answer.
It was true. Due to recent events, Piltover was on high alert. You couldn’t have crossed, not without suspicion or your monthly visits coming to light, so you decided to wait it out.
Sevika runs her tongue across her teeth, trying to think of something to say, but all that she knows is that she’s relieved to see you. She accepts your answer though, giving you a grunt.
You both stand there for a moment, as if waiting to see who would say something first. Who would break the slightly awkward tension. Hell, it was worse than the time you had bumped into her after she came out of a brothel — that was awkward.
You lick your lips, “Did something happen last night? When I was gone?”
No, nothing happened. “No. People just missed you.” I missed you.
Sevika caught the motion of your mouth and she also noted your appearance. She had always thought you were pretty, hell, beautiful, but she never made a move. Why, though?
She was a cautious woman, especially with those she let close. “Be careful, sweetheart.”
There’s that name again. This time you felt something warm in your chest, but she had already walked away.
You had finally learned your mystery woman’s name. Sevika. It had been several months — a year to be exact, but like you were keeping track of every time you saw her (you were) — and you finally knew her name from asking one of the bartenders at The Last Drop.
You were standing in her usual spot. You were early, the sun just starting to set, and Sevika was not expecting for you to be waiting for her.
“We need to talk,” you said, getting up from where you were leaning.
Sevika crossed her arms, not expecting the bold move. “About what?”
You walked over to a more private area, a back alley, “You keep watch over me. You have been for a while. Why?”
Ah, you finally asked the question that Sevika had been asking herself. Now, she could be honest about it — which would shed light that she had taken an interest from the rumours and then taken an actual interest in you — or she could keep it simple. Uncomplicated.
And then she remembers your answer to her question all those months back when you had first talked. “Why not?”
You pause, looking at her. You hadn’t expected that answer. You hadn’t expected her to be giving you an intense longing look that screamed more than just wanting to talk.
Fuck it.
You stepped forward and did something that you’ve wanted to do for months, placing your mouth onto hers.
And Sevika’s mouth slotted against yours, reciprocating the kiss you initiated. Once given the permission, she threw caution to the wind, finally doing what she had also been wanting. The reason why she was so pent up. You.
She ran her tongue across your lip, asking for silent permission to enter your mouth and once you did, your tongues moved against each other and she groaned into the heated kiss before breaking away. Her eyes were simmering with want, and like hell she was going to continue what you started in a dank alley.
“Didn’t know you felt that way, sweetheart,” she huffed, breath hot against your ear, making the hair on the back of neck prickle in a pleasant way.
You groaned when she pulled back. You had finally started to get what you wanted only for her to pull away. “And you feel the same way.”
It wasn’t a question. You knew. It was damn telling the way that she took over and led the kiss that she wanted you the same way you wanted her.
Sevika hums at your answer, her hand playing with the ends of your hair gently, “Do I?”
She usually wasn’t a tease, but she enjoyed seeing your reactions, wanting to hear you say the words. “What do you want, sweetheart?” She asked, nearly purring.
This woman will be the death of me.
You place yourself to where one of her legs was in between yours, “You.”
Sevika ground her leg into your core, sending some much needed friction to where you wanted her. “You’ll have to wait for a minute, princess.”
Like hell she was going to ravish you here, so picking you up, she went to a better place, using one of the back doors to get into one of the private rooms of the pub where no one would intrude — thankfully this one had a bed.
Once the door is locked, you’re both back to being on each other. Hot mouths clashing. And then the back of your knees were hitting the mattress.
You sat down, bringing Sevika with you, and she began kissing down your neck, leaving you wanting more.
A thought came into her mind, and she left a rather sharp nip on the space between your neck and shoulder, her thigh slipping between yours and flipping your positions to where you straddled her thigh. “Ride it, sweetheart.”
The timbre of her voice made you shudder and a pool of heat to form again at your core. You began to grind yourself against her thigh, annoyed that you were both clothed but wanting some sort of release. “Clothes,” you mutter, trying to control how desperate you were for her, “off.”
Sevika chuckled, amused, but obliged, taking off both of your clothes — again, leaving hot kisses on your shoulder. Once her damned pants were off, you began grinding on her again, and she could feel how wet you were and she grinned.
She could tell that you wouldn’t be able to get off just with that, but you were putting on a good show for her. “You’re doing so good, baby. You feel so wet. Fuck.” She groaned, popping one of your nipples in her mouth, and rolling the other in her mouth.
You keen, arching into her touch, wanting more. While the friction from her muscular thigh was delicious you needed more. “Sev, I –” you slightly push her head down, silently asking for her to go down on you.
Sevika put her hands on your hips and dragged you up towards her mouth, “I know.” And she placed a kiss to your inner thigh before tracing your cunt with her tongue, taking your clit into her mouth.
“Fuck,” you moan, finally getting the friction you so badly wanted. Your hands tangling in her hair for something to hold on and she groaned, the vibrations just adding to your pleasure.
Slowly, Sevika added a finger into your cunt, probing until you arched when she found your g-spot. She could tell that you weren’t sitting so she nipped your clit when she felt you hovering, “Sit.”
Once you put your full weight on her face she hummed, satisfied, and added another finger to reward you, putting extra pressure there.
With her fingers going in and out of your cunt and her tongue tracing your clit, you were reaching your climax, feeling your thighs clench up when Sevika removes her fingers and slows down on your clit, delaying it.
“W-why did you stop?”
Sevika hummed, taking the fingers that were once in you into her mouth, cleaning them off. “I didn’t.” And she moved you higher up so that her tongue was now in you and her nose ground into your clit.
She loved seeing you like this, fucked out on her fingers and her tongue, and if her tongue wasn’t doing the most mouthwatering movements in you, she would be telling you how gorgeous you were. Praising you and your body — mind you, she fell for you for how you treated others first.
You grabbed for her hand, the one that was just in you a moment ago and placed it on your neck, and Sevika carefully squeezed, choking you in the right way. “You’re doing so good, princess.”
You were reaching your high again, and Sevika was not slowing down, if anything, feeling the way that your thighs tensed on her face made her push forward. The slight pressure on my airway made you melt in her hands, and did a particularly mean nip to your clit before continuing eating you out. You were sweating by now, and moaning into her touch.
“Are you going to cum for me, baby?” She groaned, and added a bit of pressure to your lower stomach, her tongue going in deep.
Tugging a bit more harshly at her scalp you felt your breathing hitch, your eyes roll back, and you shuddered as your high finally came.
Sevika didn’t ease up, instead taking the hand that was on your neck back down to your cunt, adding three fingers inside you this time as her tongue continued on your clit. That move during your climax and the stretch alongside the pressure on your lower stomach had you seeing white and Sevika groaned as she felt you release.
You whined a bit as Sevika slowed down her movements, sensitive from your climax, working you down from it.
Giving your inner thigh a kiss, she laid you down next to her on the bed, before getting up and grabbing a warm damp cloth to clean you up with, even though your release was still on her face. She licked it off of her lips and dragged some down from her cheeks to her mouth before using the same cloth to clean her face and thigh, laying back down next to you.
She placed a hand on your face, tracing the planes of it.
You snaked your hand downward, but Sevika stopped you, bringing your hand back up, “You don’t worry about that.”
“I want to make you feel good,” you breathed, annoyed that she had stopped your wandering hands.
Sevika traced her tongue over her lip, looking at you, “You did.”
Oh. Even though she had literally just eaten you out within an inch of your life, hearing her say that she was satisfied just by giving you pleasure made you clench your thighs.
That movement didn’t go unnoticed, “Mmm, you’re still sensitive, sweetheart.” Her hand travelled down your body, promising another round once you weren’t so sensitive, although she wouldn’t mind seeing you cry from it.
#arcane#arcane x reader#arcane smut#sevika arcane#sevika x reader#sevika x afab reader#sevika smut#i wrote this over a week ago and got good feedback so *unleashes the fic*#in other notes; i survived black friday in retail. and this is the second smut piece i've written - the other time was in 2021
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I'm so done with the new marauders fandom.
#i miss 2020 and 2021 fandom#before barty and evan and all that rosekiller bullshit#before fucking jegulus#before the babygirlification of inherently bad people#i miss when everything was wolfstar and jily and dorlene#not whatever random ships people come up with for the sake of romance and mlm#im so fucking sick of the new fandom#friday’s chaos#andrew's chaos#marauders era#marauders#anti jegulus#anti evan rosier#anti barty crouch jr#anti regulus black#anti rosekiller
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SUMMARY: A group of toy store employees must protect each other from a horde of parasite infected shoppers.
This is another one the mod is not 100% sure about, please let her know how you all feel about it.
#black friday (2021)#horror comedy#zombie#2020s#united states#north american movie#horror#movie#poll
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The very last lineart I managed to do with pen pressure before appy pen fully ded XD
I guess it's single line-weight only stuff for a while (yes I have a replacement but no pressure sensitivity)
#original art#digital art#my art#I'll miss using diff line pressures#but not enough to pay £139 full price for a stylus that may only last a year and a half#I might have whined in my tags and been a bit annoying abt it dying to my sister#(sorry lmao but I bought u sushi soooo <3)#but I'm not seriously upset as I bought it with SL and student discount#Maybe I'll get a new one during black friday sales? Meh#rest in piece apple pencil you should've lasted longer (Sep 2021 - June 2023)#your replacement shall serve me well#especially at a third of your full price
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W A T C H E D
#BLACK FRIDAY (2021)#BRUCE CAMPBELL#Michael Jai White#Devon Sawa#Ivana Baquero#Ryan Lee#Stephen Peck#Casey Tebo#HORROR#HORROR comedy#lovecraftian#WATCHING
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starkid, hatchetverses: the worst 24 hours to partake in
les mis: takes place over 15+ years
phantom of the opera: at least 3 months
hamilton: 28-ish years
wicked: between 2 and 5 years
west side story: just a really stressful 48 hours for everyone involved
#west side story#west side#musicals#musical meme#les mis#wss#les miserables#phantom of the opera#phantom#poto#hamilton#wicked#broadway#broadway musicals#west end#west side story 2021#tony and maria#starkid#starkid npmd#hatchetverse#starkid black friday#tgwdlm
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ALEXA, SHUT THE SHIT UP!
Judy Jennings (Angry Grandma)
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#black friday#discount#microsoft#office 2019#server license#office 2021#windows 10#server rds#vmware#online shopping
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oh anon i have to admit i also watched a couple christmas-ish movies this week too ISDFLKdsnlk
#the horror-comedy black friday (2021) which is stupid and fun#and the shop around the corner (a delight; i prefer it to you've got mail)
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Scream King - Bruce Campbell
#horror#horror movies#horror movie#movie#movies#gifs#gif#horror gif#horror gifs#my gif post#bruce campbell#my gif#my gifs#the evil dead#evil dead 2#ash vs evil dead#ash williams#army of darkness#Black Friday 2021#bubba ho tep#waxwork II lost in time#intruder 1989#maniac cop#darkman#evil dead#horror edit#horroredit#gifset#horror tv shows#waxwork II
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So… long story short on how Sing could have been…
Rose-Chan: My boss wants me to wear this skimpy outfit I don’t feel comfortable in and he makes me fetch drinks for him.
Mike: I’m takin’ Porky [Rosita] to the Land of Stink. (To be honest, I have NO clue what Michael was trying to achieve with all of this!)
Ash: I’m sad because my boyfriend ditched me and Moon keeps yelling at me to get over it.
Meena: I’m really shy about performing, but Mr. Moon’s best friend really wants to help me out.
Johnny: Mr. Moon is a hypocrite. Wanting me to play songs from an openly gay performer but won’t let me do ballet.
Gunter: …I get to perform with new friends, I guess? Same as the final film.
My story internship at Illumination Mac Guff is over now, so I thought I could share some of the work I did there! These are beatboards I worked on in the beginning, with the Sing characters.
#sing 2021#sing 2016#sing buster moon#meena sing#sing johnny#sing ash#sing rosita#sing gunter#mike sing#Buster being a bigger jerk than in the final film#it’s like the Toy Story Black Friday reel all over again!#But at least THAT was kind of funny!
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also i literally had unfollowed the layton series twitter like, just a month or so ago BECAUSE it was so inactive and I assumed was left to decay. im back now though.
#talking point#like they posted 3 days in all of 2022#once for the release of the original series on IOS devices#once for the 15 year anniversary with art#and then just an announcement that kats game was on sale for black friday#the account literally posted nothing in 2021#so like good day to refollow the official twitter
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HUSBAND JACK SCHLOSSBERG HEADCANONS 𓍼 𓇢𓆸
taglist: @remotewatch @bloxholden35 @kennediva @h-l-vlovesvintage @absurdlyvintage @chemicalw0rld @fortheloveofjos @kimcrystal123 @astro-vibes-bro @tsloverr-13
might make this into a couple of one-shots??
imagining WIFE!READER as an orion carloto type, who balances modelling and writing, and makes tiktoks in the same vain of alanabananaxox on tiktok (she's been my no.1 tiktoker since 2021) and sotce.
met wife!reader at a runway after party of an up and coming new york indie brand ( sandy liang, khaite, bode etc. )
proposes to you with the blythe doll you had been obsessing over, dressed in a wedding dress and hand-customised by a popular etsy dealer with quite a high rate like this girl on tt
encouraged by jack to do a ‘what’s in my ( miu miu joie leather ) bag’ video on tiktok to help campaign for kamala akin to this video of anne hathaway but with a different vibe.
jack is ultimate embarrassing hard launcher bofy, leaving in all his girlfriends giggles that come from his chaotic antics when filming his videos.
wife!reader loves to slather jack’s face in biologique recherche’s “masque vivant”, he complains that it smells like rotting meat😹😹😹😹😹.
jack would be always on that damn phone during your runway shows, recording each time you pass him by in the catwalk.
would be the absolute opposite of marriage-shy.
unpopular opinion this man would be asking about marriage, a solid 3 months in ( jfk and jackie married in a YEAR )
fucks UP a rotisserie chicken.
forwards you his tweets before and asks if they’re good enough to post.
smells like aesop musk and of herbal deodorant.
wife!reader buys rick owen’s black and white t-shirts and slacks for jack, and jack’s absolutely baffled when he learns the price tag.
love language is buying wife!reader drinks whenever and wherever they are: hot chocolate in central park, home-delivers you a sab benedetto sparkling water because he had a meeting at cipriani downtown, and always orders a polo bar punch for you prior to your arrival to your shared weekly dinner date at the polo bar on 55th st.
instigates a24 marathons on friday nights, much to the dismay of your prior night plans ( you are more of a criterion collection girl and have held a subscription since you were a freshman in college )
( clumsily ) slips lana del rey lyrics into sexting and dirty talk.
husband!jack and wife!reader texts go like this:
jack is horrific at low impact pilates, he needs to be near a body of water.
he wears your prized doublesoul x orion caroloto ‘lamb’ socks around your woodfloored high-rise despite your varied attempts at hiding them from him.
constantly frets over you during society galas, which is quite convenient due to your tempered social anxiety and your forgetful memory of high society etiquette.
immediately brings you to meet the family, for which you were completely unprepared for ( i’m imagining something reminder of that one story of meghan markle meeting princess kate middleton in ripped jeans and bare feet )
jack loves to wear your 100% cotton brandy melville pointelle tanks despite them being comically tiny for his frame.
would have an innocence kink.
he gets intensely flushed when called his proper full name: john bouvier kennedy schlossberg, wife!reader abuses this to the HIGHEST degree!!!
the first time he entered you apartment he was constantly paranoid of breaking anything because your house was littered with ceramics from brooklyn under-ground designers and clay lamb figurines.
he NEEDS his beauty Zzzzzzz or else.
plays with your very expensive westman atelier blushes like a toddler.
sickly devoted to you.
you both want to adopt a lamb despite living in a HIGH-RISE apartment.
sends pics captioned with anaïs nin lewd quotes.
he would think whole foods was stupidly over priced but would purchase his groceries there in spite of his opinions.
has hyperfixations on old-hollywood women which causes you to be snippy at him for exactly 2-3 hours ex. jack’s current hyper fixation on audrey hepburn being his doppelgänger.
wife!reader definitely participated in that egg cracking trend where girls would crack an egg on their boyfriends head.
would love caring for your hair and doing your curly girl hair routine if you had one.
wife!reader does small yet viral shoots for brands like mirror palais, the row, and loewe.
manhandles you ( lovingly ) without even trying.
mans is a chronic diptyque candle lighter.
loves to be coddled and cradled as a grown man…
plays with your van cleef stack before stage when he’s nervous about his speech landing correctly
uses his family connections to get his girl courted by the high-ticket fashion brands: schiaparelli, chanel, dior, yves saint laurent etc.
#husband!jack#melancholicstation#melancholicstation writes#jack schlossberg#jack munch schlossberg#jack schlossberg fanfiction#jack schlossberg fanfic#jack schlossberg x reader#jack kennedy#fuck rfk jr#bobby kennedy#robertfkennedy#jfk#rfk#kennedy family#john f kennedy#jackie kennedy#jackie o#ethel kennedy#dead kennedys#the kennedys#jfk jr#carolyn bessette kennedy
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a list of some autumnal movies/series 🍂
i am nothing if not an organised little goblin who can not stop themself from making a good list. this is just in case you want something with that fall vibe but can't think of any. just close your eyes and point somewhere on this little list, or even put the numbers in a generator and go with whatever the result is ♡
winter | spring | summer
🥧 ‧₊˚ ⋅ movies ⋅˚₊‧
nosferatu (1922)
sabrina (1954)
the creature from the black lagoon (1954)
psycho (1960)
rosemary’s baby (1968)
the rocky horror picture show (1975)
halloween franchise (1978-)
friday the 13th franchise (1980-)
an american werewolf in london (1981)
dark crystal (1982)
a nightmare on elm street (1984)
ghostbusters (1984-)
ronja rövardotter (1984)
clue (1985)
princess bride (1987)
the witches of eastwick (1987)
elvira mistress of the dark (1988)
dead poets society (1989)
when harry met sally (1989)
ghost (1990)
the witches (1990)
death becomes her (1992)
hocus pocus (1993)
addams family values (1993)
interview with a vampie (1994)
the craft (1996)
the first wifes club (1996)
the scream franchise (1996-)
halloweentown (1998)
practical magic (1998)
you’ve got mail (1998)
the blair witch project (1999)
sleepy hollow (1999)
chocolat (2000)
amelie (2001)
the lord of the rings franchise (2001-2003)
scooby doo (2002)
school of rock (2003)
mona lisa smile (2003)
peter pan (2003)
pirates of the caribbean franchise (2003-2017)
north & south (2004)
pride and prejudice (2005)
the descent (2005)
just like heaven (2005)
the devil wears prada (2006)
the lake house (2006)
penelope (2006)
el orfanato (2007)
juno (2007)
ratatouille (2007)
bridge to terabithia (2007)
the edge of love (2008)
twilight (2008)
the curious case of benjamin button (2008)
julie & julia (2009)
jennifer’s body (2009)
dorian gray (2009)
coraline (2009)
true grit (2010)
the cabin in the woods (2011)
jane eyre (2011)
wuthering heights (2011)
perks of being a wallflower (2012)
the odd life of timothy green (2012)
hotel transylvania (2012-)
the conjuring franchise (2013-)
what we do in the shadows (2014)
the riot club (2014)
as above so below (2014)
john wick (2014-)
the age of adaline (2015)
the witch (2015)
far from the madding crowd (2015)
the edge of seventeen (2016)
paterson (2016)
20th century woman (2016)
the love witch (2016)
mary shelly (2017)
murder on the orient express (2017)
get out (2017)
a quiet place (2018 + 2020)
the guernsey literary and potato peel pie society (2018)
on the basis of sex (2018)
knives out (2019)
ready or not (2019)
the lighthouse (2019)
little women (2019)
the gentlemen (2019)
emma (2020)
ammonite (2020)
the dig (2021)
fear street trilogy (2021)
good luck to you, leo grande (2022)
the batman (2022)
fresh (2022)
bodies bodies bodies (2022)
mr malcom's list (2022)
totally killer (2023)
slay (2024)
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moomin (1990-1992)
twin peaks (1990-1991)
x files (1993-2018)
buffy the vampire slayer (1997-2003)
gilmore girls (2000-2007)
supernatural (2005-2020)
vampire diaries (2009-2017) / the originals (2013-2018) / legacies (2018-2022)
downton abbey (2010-2015)
the walking dead (2010-2022)
once upon a time (2011-2018)
american horror story (2011-)
teen wolf (2011-2017)
peaky blinders (2013-2022)
outlander (2014-)
how to get away with murder (2014-2020)
the magicians (2015-2020)
izombie (2015-2019)
poldark (2015-2019)
critical role (2015-)
stranger things (2016-)
ghost files / buzzfeed unsolved (2016-)
lucifer (2016-2021)
shadowhunters (2016-2019)
anne with an e (2017-2019)
the good fight (2017-2022)
riverdale (2017-2023)
manifest (2018-2023)
killing eve (2018-2022)
succession (2018-2023)
you (2018-)
a discovery of witches (2018-2022)
the chilling adventures of sabrina (2018-2020)
dickinson (2019-2021)
virgin river (2019-)
carnival row (2019-2023)
the witcher (2019-)
the umbrella academy (2019-2024)
sanditon (2019-2023)
good omens (2019-2025)
the haunting of bly manor (2020)
i’ll be gone in the dark (2020)
queens gambit (2020)
the great (2020-2023)
shadow and bone (2021-2023)
the nevers (2021-2023)
wednesday (2022-)
interview with the vampire (2022-)
vikings valhalla (2022-2024)
lessons in chemistry (2023)
my lady jane (2024-)
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