#Cabin in the woods (2)

[goryhorroor]

horror movies + my favorite posters

[gorgynei]

literally so obsessed with werewolf bts where the guy in the suit is just hanging out. my favorite images ever

[philosophical]

[quinnigallagherjones]

my favourite final girls covered in blood

ready or not (2019) / evil dead (2013) / abigail (2024) / scream (1996) / the cabin in the woods (2011)

+ bonus

[maybe-a-dinosaur]

seijoh 4 as summer camp employees

hanamaki takahiro is BUILT for this he has fun hair he’s weird he’s engaging his he’s colorful his water bottle is covered in stickers he has sandals on toes Out he is shameless he’s kinda unhinged it so works. he’s a counselor but almost never has a cabin to himself he’s more like a sub if someone else has gets sick or whatever but when he shows up it’s like a celebrity sighting a monumentous occasion. if he’s not needed anywhere else he’s helping out with arts and crafts his favorite artworks are the ones where you can’t tell what the fuck it’s supposed to be. he has lots of string friendship bracelets he knows how to make them but lies whenever someone asks he just gives them one he gatekeeps cuz he thinks it’s funny and teaching is too much work. he tells the most Outrageous ghost stories and is the reason only half of the kids will go in the lake he talks about bigfoot and campers who went missing and the town’s curse he is carrying on legacies he is SO fun.

iwaizumi hajime is the Coolest fucking counselor ever. bandana around his head sleeves cut off of the uniform tshirt (muscle tee now) he has friendship bracelets a beat up watch one anklet his water bottle is on its last leg he has a dinosaur keychain on his backpack he like epitomizes cool guy the kids idolize him. his cabin wins every single camp-wide competition every time like he’s peak athleticism and he’s just like so awesome or whatever it’s contagious. he picks kids up and throws them in the lake and pool if a frisbee gets stuck in a tree he gets it every time he caught a snake once and took it back to the woods everyone wants to sit next to him in the mess hall he can’t build a fire and is mad about it he sleeps like a fucking Rock and snores like a lawnmower and eats enough for 3 people at every meal.

oikawa tooru is a lifeguard. at the pool at the lake he’s always around the water somehow and Everyone has a crush on him. up on his lifeguard chair sunglasses on his skin is all golden whistle around his neck or spinning on his finger his hair somehow always looks good he wears a headband one day and someone literally faints. he teaches swimming and canoeing lessons and is really good at it he almost Never has to save anyone for someone who works by the water you’d think they’d swim a little more. he’s pretty quiet when he’s on duty he takes the job seriously but he’s a fucking motormouth when he’s off that chair he will Not shut up. he sits w the boys at meals running that fucking mouth pisses them off So Bad he blatantly flirts/fights with iwaizumi when the kids aren’t around and Refuses to get into a canoe with him bc it always ends up getting flipped. he’s really good with the younger kids they’re his favorite to work with but he is generally well liked throughout the camp he’s like everyone’s counselor crush and he always eats raisin bran for breakfast.

matsukawa issei is the camp cryptid he works with the older kids who like go backpacking and spend all their time in the woods he emerges looking like he’s been there all his life. he kinda just appears sometimes doing odd jobs taking things to the lost and found feeding the chickens fishing things out of the lake general camp maintenance he materializes out of the trees with a fire extinguisher a neon yellow backpack and a missing camper. he’s often accompanied by the camp dog so there are theories (encouraged by takahiro) that he’s actually a werewolf and that’s why he’s everywhere some people think he is the camp dog issei thinks this is very funny. the only place he’s consistently found is the mess hall at meals otherwise when not wandering or in the forest he can be found hanging out with hiro coming up with new ghost stories playing some sort of sport with hajime or pouring water on tooru’s head wherever he happens to be. issei is the best campfire builder on the property and some of the kids are scared of him he never has his phone can only be contacted by walkie-talkie he is the jack of all trades.

[thedivinemechanism]

(Ooc post)

I know everyone is freaking out about the commune being a cult or whatever

But can we talk about how the first thing viktor did when given the opportunity was develop a fully independent cottagecore farming village? Like that is honestly based as shit and I want in.

[holylulusworld]

The cabin in the woods (2) - Angstober 21

Summary: You only wanted to clean out the family cabin…

Pairing: Dark!Winter Soldier x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, creepy vibes, fear, mentions of choking (non-sexual), dark winter soldier, kept reader, restraints

Trope: captivity

A/N: The end of kinktober is getting closer so we are getting a creepy little story today.

Catch up here: The cabin in the woods

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

If only you didn’t come here. The thought swims in your mind as you struggle to open your eyes.

Your head is throbbing, and your body feels like you got under the bus. Every part of your body hurts. Your throat is the worst. Touching your tender throat, you hiss. The bruises that formed it are more than painful.

“F—” you can’t even curse. Careful, you try to touch your throat, but something keeps you from it. You slowly turn your head to look at your wrists.

There are handcuffs around both wrists. A chain holds you tied to the floor. You shiver as the cold concrete is the only bed the man attacking you offers to you.

“F—!” You want to scream bloody murder, but just like your freedom, he stole your voice. You’re shaking now, not only from the cold but from the fear creeping into your mind. Your friends and family don’t expect you to return before Monday.

Mickey won’t care that you don’t call. He’ll believe you’re still mad because he left you hanging. If only he had come with you, the stranger wouldn’t have attacked you.

You wiggle on the ground. Not only did the stranger restrain your wrists, but he also wrapped a chain around your legs, keeping you immobile. It looks a little improvised, but the chain does its job.

“I wouldn’t try breaking out of the chains.” You whimper, hearing the stranger’s voice. Wiggling even harder, you try to rob away when his legs come into sight. “You’ll only hurt yourself, doll.”

He crouches next to your trembling form to run his thumb over your cheek. You scrunch up your nose because you can smell piss on your sticky clothes. No wonder. When he started to choke you, you wet yourself.

“If you promise to behave, you can take a bath,” he murmurs and roughly cups your chin. The stranger tilts your head, left and then right, making you wince. “Pretty little doll. I didn’t break you completely. Good.”

You try to tell him to get fucked, but you can’t. Not only because of your bruised throat, but the fear gripping you tightly. This man is more than dangerous. He’s a killer; you could see it in his steel-blue eyes.

“What will it be, Y/N?” You flinch when he tries to touch your throat. “I know you can be good for me. Don’t you want to be good? You’re not like your grandfather, aren’t you?”

He watches you wiggle your fingers, hoping to feel the engagement ring Mickey gave you a few months ago. Maybe it will give you the strength to survive this.

“I wouldn’t count on him, doll. I made sure of it while you were out cold.” He brushes his fingers over your cheek. Your eyes widen, and you whimper, fearing the worst for Mickey. “He’ll be busy with that pretty blonde chatting him up.”

You tilt your head to look at the man. How can he know your name or your grandfather? “Who ar—?” You choke on the words.

“I met your grandfather once or twice,” he says, eyes trained on your trembling lips. “He was a cold man, strict, almost sadistic.”

You sniffle. This is not the man you know. Your grandfather was always good to you. Well, except for that one time. But this had something to do with your father, not you.

“Your father was weaker. It was easier to find him and hunt him down,” your captor says. “The old man was hard to find. He hid in this cabin, and then he was on the run. It took me years to hunt him down.” He hums when you whimper again. “Don’t you worry, doll. You didn’t know a thing about your father’s and grandfather’s work for Hydra.”

Eyes widening, you look at the man. Hydra. You heard that word before. Whenever your father and grandfather talked in private, they hushed the word.

“Hyd—” You try to speak, but he presses his index finger to your lips.

“I wanted to kill you too when you came here to invade my home,” he whispers your name and leans over your body. “I decided against it, though. I thought-what’s the worst I could do to them?”

He smirks now as you stare at him with wide, fearful eyes.

“With my hand around your throat, I could feel your pulse racing. At that moment, I knew my revenge on them would be crueler if I kept their sweet girl as my pet…”

Tags in reblog.

[finalgirlminamurray]

“meta horror” is another subgenre that’s kind of a hard sell for me. not that i don’t like any films that could be described that way but it’s hard to do well, i think, and if your audience is people with extensive knowledge of horror then it’s going to be especially hard to do it in a way that satisfies them. (it’s me i’m that audience.)

i thought maybe sometime soon i should watch the cabin in the woods again. i’ve only seen it once now, when i was first getting into horror movies, and since then after getting much deeper into the genre and greatly expanding my knowledge of it i probably would like it a lot less. part of that is due to the culture having soured a lot on joss whedon in the years since it came out, for good reason. part of it is due to my realization that a lot of the time when a “meta” horror movie posits certain tropes as universal or at least extremely common in the genre it’s…really not accurate.

a lot of meta horror stories are parodying or referencing slashers because that’s probably the subgenre with the most clearly established tropes and cliches and formulas, but they’ll also expand into “scary movies” in general with classic jokes about characters making “dumb” decisions and the like. the go-to slasher trope is “if you have sex you die” which i’ll agree is largely accurate but it often gets paired with “if you don’t have sex you live” and things like the killer specifically targeting people who have sex, which seems to happen way more often in parodies and meta slashers than in straight examples of the form. but then these parodies sometimes seem to inform people’s wider perception of the genre, even when film series get to the point where they’re parodying themselves. (see: jason goes to hell and jason x both specifically referencing “premarital sex” as something people do at camp crystal lake, and then stuff like that “it’s cool we’re married” meme that are based on a premise of the series following a “rule” it does not have.)

cabin in the woods doesn’t really go too far with the sex = death thing but it does assert that all or at least most popular horror films have a set of archetypes that the main victim characters always fit which is definitely not true in my experience. maybe i don’t watch enough lowbrow dumb slashers but i feel like there just aren’t a lot where you can easily sort the characters into “the scholar” “the athlete” “the fool”. there is usually at least one comic relief jokester guy and you can definitely do something with the way female characters are sorted into the virgin/whore dichotomy but most of the time there’s not really a Jock and a Nerd. it seems more based on teen movie archetypes than horror tropes and you’d have a hard time sorting most slasher movie casts into these (especially if there aren’t exactly 5 main characters, although that is a common number.) might be a consequence of them trying to reference horror movies in general and not a specific subgenre because while horror is a genre, different types of horror have different rules.

(another problem i have is that the film’s subversion of those character archetypes doesn’t really go farther than “the ‘jock’ is actually smart, the ‘nerd’ is actually a jock, the ‘fool’ is actually aware of what’s going on, the ‘whore’ is actually a Good Girl and the ‘virgin’ is actually a Bad Girl.” i do like the conceit that the designated ‘whore’ is just the girl who would have more opportunity to have sex on the trip since she’s going with her boyfriend, while the designated ‘virgin’ is just the one we don’t actually see having sex, but the film doesn’t really have time to explore that further. someone on tvtropes pointed that out. there Is interesting commentary here, it just also goes for broad strokes at other times.)

whedon has said that this film is a “loving hate letter” to the horror genre, or what popular horror films were like at the time, and i can see that - this movie came out at a time when american horror was kind of stagnating, but i also think the remake era was on its last legs at this point and we were just poised on the cusp of a new era of profitable genre trends when the conjuring got big. sources list cabin in the woods’ release date as alternately 2010, 2011, and 2012, which was kind of a transitional period for horror movies. makes sense that you might think horror was just cliches and unoriginal content at that point, but there’s good films in every era if you know where to look.

i definitely get the positioning of the elder gods they’re being sacrificed to as representative of how people just want the same familiar stuff over and over instead of anything new or different, but it makes more sense to have them represent the studios and producers who decide what’s profitable and what isn’t, and therefore what is and isn’t allowed to get made, based on which things have already made money, right? maybe i’m too generous to blame “audiences” for the executives with the real decision-making power who are terrified of “risk” (i.e, the possibility that something might not make them a shitload of money.) and yet everyone seems to talk about the elder gods as representing Us, the Viewers. there is a literal executive committee watching over everything, but they don’t have any control over what happens, and often talk about things they wish they could see but probably won’t because the trends go towards what’s reliable, so that probably makes them the audience…

which is reinforced by the scene of them all watching the designated final girl fighting for her life on a giant screen and cheering and celebrating while she struggles. and that opens a whole other issue with a lot of meta horror in that it tries to “implicate the viewers” and question why they enjoy watching people suffer and die but here’s the thing. there’s a very easy answer to that question and it is “because it’s not real”. again there’s interesting things you can do with the concept of implicating the audience but it is awfully hard to pull off successfully for that reason. if you try to go in on in-universe characters treating the horror as entertainment, then at some point you’re not commenting on horror fiction but true crime and that’s something else entirely. like how the scream sequels have an in-universe series of slasher films based directly on the events of the actual movies, which does stretch the suspension of disbelief a bit when they’re treated just like any other fictional horror movies.

speaking of scream, the reason it works so well is because it’s primarily a good slasher first and foremost. the meta references are part of the appeal but the film would probably work just as well without them. but because it was the first good slasher film we’d gotten in a while it spawned a wave of imitators that often get called “meta slashers” even though they’re really not particularly meta, they just have other things in common with scream like their casts full of popular teen tv actors. and kevin williamson, or a passable imitation of his writing style. (i do love scream 1 and 2 but the first movie gets credited with “revitalizing the horror genre” when really it just made studios realize that horror films could be profitable as long as they were like scream. there were plenty of great 90s horror films pre-scream that just weren’t as commercially successful.)

anyway. this post was just supposed to be about meta horror in general but it turned into me musing about cabin in the woods. i really should revisit it with both a critical eye and the intent to be fair to it instead of basing my criticisms off of my own memory of watching it once. it got a ton of praise when it first came out but now i feel like most people are cooler towards it. some parts definitely hold up (the sequence when they release all the monsters in the facility is a modern classic for a reason, the office workers’ banter is fun, the cast is good all around, and there’s some legit horror in the cosmic sense of being told that your friends were murdered for a “reason” and now you have to either kill yourself or your last surviving friend to “save the world”, what are you going to do? who do you believe in that situation?) ultimately i feel like it’s a reflection of a specific moment in time for horror and movies in general, which isn’t necessarily good or bad.

i’ll see if my assessment of “meta horror for people who don’t watch a lot of horror” is accurate. (as for meta horror for people who Do watch a lot of horror? it’s more slasher-specific but; behind the mask: the rise of leslie vernon. obviously.)

[crossoversareawesome]

The group of five stays at a crappy hotel and Edd finds a blue like crystal shaped like a cube and accidently transports the main villain from the fnaf movie into their world.

btw theres nothing but plains for miles,so uh yeah they're screwed.

Link to orginal-https://www.deviantart.com/the-darkes-nightmare/art/Cabin-in-the-Woods-Cast-Template-997182745

[ectonurites]

@bylerween2023 DAY 2: SLASHERS, GORE & BODY HORROR

I'm an Evil Dead trilogy lover always, so a sort of... mash up. the intent is less 'this ST character as that specific Evil Dead character' overall and far more just 'put these guys in that situation': college students on a spring break trip to an old abandoned cabin in the woods gone so very wrong due to demons and deadites. a chainsaw is involved.

[I also wanna shout out this post from Robin @pinkeoni tht has stayed in my brain ever since i first saw it & is the reason Will's in the Ash 'they got control of his hand' situation here 👍]

And as anyone familiar with Evil Dead 2 may know, Ash cuts off his own hand when this happens in the movie, but… I just love the idea of the angst that would come from Will begging Mike to do it… being desperately asked to mutilate the person you’ve always tried to protect… needing the person you love to hurt you in such a drastic way just so you have a chance to carry on…

[witchwhatwhere]

Some more of my horror girlies I've been working on. I love all these films sm 🖤🖤🖤

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: meta

[xdaddysprincessxx]

The Cabin in the Woods lV

Dave York x f!reader

Warnings: Dead Dove/Dark fic, somnophillia, domestic Dave, death (minor character), p in v (don’t be stupid, wrap your Willy!), use of daddy, food mention, I think this is everything if I missed something lmk nicely plz! Lightly edited, not beta’d all mistakes are mine!

Summary: You wake up in Dave’s arms. . .

The smell of blueberry muffins wafted through the kitchen window, out onto the patio where Dave found himself sitting while he watched two little boys chase each other in the back yard. Soon the two little ones seemed to disappear, going past the line of trees. Dave wasn’t worried, he knew they’d be fine. After a few beats, he got up and walked through the back door, leading him straight into the kitchen where he saw you standing at the kitchen island, wearing a knee length flowing blue dress, mixing something up in a bowl. You looked up at Dave as he walked in and gave him a smile. He smiled back as he went to stand behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. You looked like the prettiest picture of domestication. Unable to help himself, he leaned down pressing his aquiline nose right under your ear and took a deep breath, flooding his nostrils with your beautiful aroma. Your scent alone sent his blood straight to his other head making him subconsciously grind his cock into your backside. You push your ass back into him as you look over your shoulder. Your bright eyes stared back at him from under heavy lids, “Take me Dave. Right here. I need to feel you inside of me.” You say breathlessly.

Dave lifts your leg up, bending it at the knee and placing it on the counter before pulling himself out of his pants. Spitting into his hand and giving himself a few strokes before he notches himself at your wet entrance. He slides in with ease, your tight walls hugging his cock as if welcoming him back home. You both sigh as he fills you up to the hilt. You reach back, carding your fingers in his hair as he begins to pull out, leaving only the tip in before thrusting back in and spearing you on his throbbing manhood. Not holding back any longer Dave begins to pound into you as if he has to punish your pussy for misbehaving. The feeling of his cock kissing your cervix has you whimpering, unable to barely catch your breath.

“Fuck let me hear those pretty noises baby.” Dave grunts out as he goes to reach around your body and grab your tit. Squeezing tight, he goes back to your neck and begins to suck on the sensitive patch before he pulls your dress down and pinch’s a nipple. The sensation of him sucking on your neck and pulling on your nipple has you gushing on his cock, forcing these beautiful moans to tumble right out of your mouth. Dave never wants to leave this, leave you. Your body feels like heaven and he’ll be damned if he’s cast out like Satan.

You feel yourself starting to wake up when you feel it. Even in your unconscious state, your body sought out Daves body and he with you. His warm, solid chest covering your back as he spoons you. His thick cock rutting in between your wet thighs. A soft whimper falling out of your lips, the tip continuously hitting against your clit each time he slides his cock through your closed thighs. His soft snores and occasional grunt are the only indicator you have that tells you he’s still very much asleep. Without waking him, you try tilting your hips just right to help his cock rut into your cunt. Suddenly his movements and snoring stop. Your body freezes up as you squeeze your eyes shut.

Dave feels himself on the brink of orgasming as he comes to consciousness. Of course he’s had wet dreams before but never came from them. As his eyes start to flutter open, he realizes he’s been thrusting his cock in between your thighs. And you. You’ve been pushing back on him like a bitch in heat. Smirking to himself, in his mind you were already his and to wake up and see your body seeking him out like this just confirms you want him just as bad. He comes to a halt, watching to see how you’d react. Making a full on grin spread across his face as you freeze up, letting him know you were awake. He dips his face into your neck, rubbing his nose on the shell of your ear, “mm good morning princess. I see you had a good dream last night,” he whispers to you as his hand snakes around your front, cupping your pussy, “was I as good of a fuck in your dreams as I am in real life?”

That cocky son of a bitch! How dare he? How dare he just assume I dreamt of fucking him- he’s right. He’s a better fuck in real life but your dream was just as good. Rolling your eyes you can’t help but come up with a sassy response, “Actually I’ve had better orgasms from my own hand than I’ve had with you.”

You can hear him smirk in your ear! That fucking bastard! You go to whip your head around to face him when his hand comes up from underneath you and clamps shut over your mouth. His hand cupping your pussy pulls your body back on his,

“Aht now princess no need to be such a fucking brat so early in the day. Daddy’s gonna fuck you and use your cunt just for his pleasure now. Brats don’t get to cum.”

Rolling the two of you back on your side, his hand leaves your pussy to lift your leg up just enough before he notch’s his cock and slides all the way in, in one swift motion. With his hand covering your mouth, all you can do let out a muffled gasp. You’ll never get used to how his cock fills you up.

Dave decides to take his sweet time. Slowly pushing in, feeling every ridge of your tight walls. His grip tightens on your hips as he slowly pulls back out, leaving only his bulbous head inside your entrance. His cock thrusts in, kissing your cervix and taking your breath away. One hand is gripping his arm wrapped around you while your other goes to grip the wrist of the hand covering your mouth as you hold on as tight as you can to him and let him use your body. Your bodies tightly secured to each other, a sweaty sheen covering every inch of skin as he continues these slow, deep strokes. With each stroke, another little gush of wetness leaks out of you, the sound of squelching wetness and soft whimpers and moans fill the room.

“Fffuck that’s it baby. Look at you taking my cock. Mine,” he says thru gritted teeth before picking up speed and absolutely obliterating your pussy.

“Oonnufff!” comes a louder muffled moan from your lips

“Shhh princess be quiet. Good girls know when to keep their pretty mouths shut.” He says in sickly sweet way before taking your earlobe in between his teeth and nibbling. The feeling of being held tight and not able to do anything but take every inch of him has you so close. His cock is the only cock you’ve ever had that’s been able to make you cum from penetration alone.

“Nnn fuck baby I’m gonna cum deep in this cunt. I want you to keep every drop inside. Can you do that baby? Can you keep my load in this sweet pussy for daddy?”

Hearing him refer to himself as daddy while also pounding your cunt has your eyes rolling back. Not a single thought behind those eyes of your now. All you can think, feel or smell is Dave. How badly you want him, want his seed in you and on you, you want to open his skin and crawl inside. Soon his hips start stuttering and after a few more thrusts, you can feel him begin to paint your walls with his thick load.

Breathing heavy in your ear as he comes down from his high, Dave pulls out of your now sore and used pussy. He rolls over and goes to get out of bed and walks around to your side. He pulls the covers down off of you and offers you his hand. Wordlessly you take it and get up. Now standing in front of him, still holding his hand, Dave lowers his face down and gently gives you a tender kiss on your forehead,

“Go clean up baby. When your done I have books, tv, whatever you may want to do to pass the time. I’m giving you free reign in here. Don’t make me regret it princess.”

You nod your head in agreement and move to walk around him to go soak in a bath for a little.

🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

You feel like a brand new woman after your bath. After perusing the dresser in the bedroom, you pick out a light blue button up that belongs to Dave and a pair of his boxers. As you button up the shirt, leaving the top 3 buttons undone, you walk out to the kitchen. You have no idea where Dave is but you are starving. Opening the fridge you find a pack of chicken breast, some carrots, celery and a can of biscuits, giving you an idea. You go to look in the cabinets and find some chicken broth, a can of peas, and a crockpot. You go to work adding the broth and chicken to the crockpot on high. Letting it cook for awhile before you add the veggies and biscuits to make chicken and dumplings, you go explore the rest of the cabin. Finding a little bookshelf with a handful of books you pick one out that looks the most interesting. Making yourself at home on the couch, you flip the book open and begin to lose yourself in the pages.

You manage to get half way through your book before Dave comes through the front door followed by 3 other men.

All four men come to an abrupt stop when they all notice you on the couch. Dave has this look in his eyes, full of lust and hunger but also a softness? The other three men look confused to find you here.

“York! What the hell is this? You were supposed to take out the trash! Not fuck it and let it stay with you.”

Dave spins around to face the others, “I don’t answer to anybody! I followed the plans and things changed. It’s not your fucking business Resnik! And don’t you fucking call her trash!” He spit out, getting in the man’s face.

Chuckling, “Well well well. Big bad Dave York has gone soft. For a cheap little whore with a ran through cunt.” The man, Resnik, snarls back at Dave getting in his face.

Before you can even register what’s happening, Dave pulls out his gun, places it against his abdomen and pulls the trigger.

You jump from the bang, shell shocked when his body just slumps down on the ground. All you can do is sit there, eyes wide, shaking from what you just witnessed.

Standing over Resnik, Dave raises his gun and shoots the dead body in the head as if he needed to make sure the man did not survive the first shot.

“Does anybody else have a problem with what I’m doing? Anybody else want to disagree with me? Hmm?” He snarls at the other men.

The other two shake their heads no and keep their eyes casted down. You could feel the dominance Dave had in the air.

“Clean it up. Now boys.” Dave instructed the men as he waved his gun over the scene as if he needed to show them the mess that needed cleaning. Putting his gun back in his pants, he turns around and walks over to you on the couch.

He puts his finger under your chin, directing your attention to him, “Hey princess I’m sorry you had to see that. I won’t let anyone disrespect you. Come here it’s okay.” He says to you softly. He bends down slightly to help you up. You reach out to grab onto him as you stand up, immediately falling into his chest and wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace. Burying your face in his chest and squeezing your eyes and your arms tight. Dave presses a kiss on the top of your head as he buried his face in your hair. The two of you locked in this sweet embrace is making you face the realization that you have feelings for the man who kidnapped you. You know better, you know you should be scared of this man, not hugging him after he killed a man for you. This whole situation has been an absolute basket case of shit. You need to get your wits about you, you can’t stay here forever.

A/n: I’m so sorry it took me so long to update this! But here she is! I hope y’all enjoy! I appreciate every like/reblog/comment! You guys keep me going! Also I think there’s gonna be one more chapter after this. ♥️

[peculiaritybending]

My headcanon for Hanzee is that he worked for Tripoli (who I believe to be the man on the bench in Hanzee’s last scene) for a few years following the events of season two as someone who passed down his skills onto the recruited hitman (Wrench and Numbers being some of them) before retiring to live off grid in a quiet cabin in the woods, no longer going by the Tripoli name he was given during his time working for the syndicate and being able to live as his true self again in peaceful solitude, away from the people looking for him or using him or discriminating against him, never having to take a human life again.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

only one person I think will know what I mean by this but I lived about a mile up the Talkeetna Spur in 2019 having a fire that big and destructive burning along the Parks was SCARY

[raurquiz]

#HappyBirthday @chrishemsworth #chrishemsworth #actor #startrek #thor #Avengers #thedarkworld #AgeOfUltron #DoctorStrange #thorragnarok #infinitywar #endgame #thorloveandthunder #WhatIf #furiosa #TransformersOne #extraction2 #thecabininthewoods #snowwhiteandthehuntsman #blackhat #Ghostbusters #badtimesattheelroyale #meninblackinternational @startrek @startrekonpplus @marvelstudios @disneyplusla @transformersmovie @streammaxla