#FDS series

[jackie-gremlin-ghost]

Minor Final Destination Bloodlines spoilers

Death: Fifty-six years…

Bludworth: *smugly* I’m sorry, what was that?

Death: Fifty. Six. YEARS.

Bludworth: I’m gonna need you to elaborate, old friend.

Death: That is how long it took me… to clean up all the BULLSHIT you and Iris caused!

[chickensarentcheap]

Write a bit more before going for a nap lol

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“Speaking of time in the sun, Millie isn’t the only one showing the signs.” He trails the tip of a finger down the bridge of her nose. “You got quite a bit, too. Shows off your freckles.”

“You know how much I hate them.”

“And you know how much I like them. They’re cute. And like you always tell me, there’s nothing wrong with being cute.”

“He used to make fun of them all the time. Call them ugly. Then claim he was just joking and that I was too sensitive and…”

“I’m not him, Esme. I told you that five years ago. I’m not Mark.”

“I know that. I know who you are, Tyler. I know your heart. It’s just sometimes…”

“I’ll never be anything like him.”

“You would think I’d over it. It’s been almost seven years now. Since…him.”

“There’s a lot of things I’m still not over. That I don’t think I’ll ever leave completely behind.”

“Still, I didn’t mean to bring him up. Or get upset over my freckles. I know you mean the things you say; all the compliments and the praise and the adoration. I know you’re not him. I’ve always known that. And I’m sorry that…”

“There’s no reason to be sorry. I get it, Esme. I know the thing he said. The shit he did. And it has been five years. We’re just getting back into things. Making our way back to where we ere. There’s gonna be some hiccups.”

“Why are you like this?”

“Like this. With me. You’ve always been this way; you’re patient and understanding and you don’t get your feelings hurt if I misstep or say something wrong.”

“I’m not some fragile little being that’s going to get his ass in a bunch.”

“You’re just different with me. Than you are with other people. You always have been. Why?”

Tyler shrugs, drops a kiss on the top of her head, then lightly taps and squeezes her ass. “I love you.”

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

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Robert heard the yelp coming from the kitchen all the way in the drawing room. He set down his book, making sure to keep his place, and went to investigate. It was common to hear noises from the kitchen, especially so close to supper, but this sounded different. And after years of work in the medical field, he knew what pain sounded like.

"How many times have I told you not to cut things that way, Ms. Seresin?" he heard Lottie tsk just before he entered the room.

Hattie was sitting on a wooden stool near the hearth. Red curls flowed down over her shoulders. Lottie kneeled before her, holding a rag to her right palm. The two women looked up at him as he stood awkwardly in the doorway. He couldn't help but notice the way Hattie's cheeks flushed crimson.

"Oh, good, Dr. Floyd." Lottie stood to her feet, leaving Hattie to press the rag into her flesh. "You may wanna take a look at this - it looks deep."

"Of course," he said as he completely entered the room.

As he passed by the work table, he noticed the bowl of mushrooms, the large cutting knife, and the drops of blood already seeping into the wood. Hattie refused to meet his eye as he knelt before her.

"What happened?" he asked quietly out of habit.

He gingerly took her hand, palm up, into his much larger one. Her nails were dirty from a day's hard work. But her skin was soft, smooth under his touch. Warm. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw her other hand fidget with her skirts. He lifted the rag carefully to reveal a still-weeping gash across her flesh.

"I was um...I was cutting the mushrooms for tonight's supper," she replied, soft and barely audible.

Lottie still heard from her place at the fire and added: "Knife pointed towards herself."

Hattie rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Yes. Knife pointed towards myself. Silly of me, I know."

"Trust me, I've seen much sillier wounds in my time." Robert pushed up his glasses before dabbing at her palm some more. "My bag is up in my room. You won't be needing sutures, Ms. Seresin, but this definitely needs wrapped up."

"Go on, Miss." Lottie nodded. "I've got things under control until you get back."

"Oh, alright," Hattie sighed.

Robert stood first, then offered his hand to help Hattie to her feet. She took it with a sheepish smile before following him out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Their journey to his room was quiet but comfortable. He supposed if this had happened within his first week of being in Colorado Springs, he would have felt odd about Hattie Seresin being in his room. But now she was a welcome addition as he directed her to sit on his bed.

"I'm usually so careful. I don't know what happened," she said as he opened his medical kit.

"It happens to the best of us," he replied, turning to her with a roll of gauze in his hand. "I cannot tell you how many Brooklyn butchers came to me with their cut-off fingers hoping for a miracle."

Hattie shivered, but smiled. "That sounds awful."

"There's not much I can do for them. Finger replantation requires far more sophisticated tools than I could ever acquire," he said, sitting down on the bed next to her and taking her hand once more.

"Replantation?" she questioned.

Robert pushed back the sleeve of her blue sweater and unrolled the gauze. "Yes. The reattaching of lost appendages."

She shivered again as his fingers grazed over her wrist. Her lips parted while he began to wrap the bandage around her wrist, then up over her hand to close her wound. Robert tried to focus on his work and not on the way gooseflesh began to rise on her skin. Or the heat coming off of her. Or the way her leg brushed up against his own. Or the slow rise and fall of her chest.

He finally looked up at her as he tied off her bandage. At her plump pink lips and eyes as green as spring grass.

"All done," he whispered.

But he didn't let go of her hand.

"Thank you, Dr. Floyd," she replied softly, twisting her wrist to give his fingers a squeeze.

Then she got up and left his room.

[allhailweegee]

Been thinking about Final Destination: Bloodlines for a few days straight now, urghhhh. (Very rambly spoilers below)

There's so much I could praise the movie for, but the one thing that I don't see appreciated enough is how the lore drop with Bludworth TRULY makes all the other connected movies make sense in a satisfying way. (Maybe I just haven't been too deep into the tags, lol)

Every film introduces another rule to spice things up, and though I LOVE the franchise dearly (it's one of my favorite horror movie franchises of all time, I got 'em all on blu-ray), I can see why so many of those rules seem like ass pulls.

"You have to break the design"

"You have to introduce new life"

"You have to kill someone"

With it being confirmed that essentially Bludworth was the final guy on Death's list due to the ripple effect of Iris saving everyone and how he and Iris were besties navigating Death's design together, it's no wonder the rules were ever-changing every movie.

Bludworth was learning it right along with us.

Every new rule was something he and Iris discovered together through the 50+ years of avoiding death. He was a victim, too, just like the rest of the visionaries.

Additionally, it was never stated, but I REALLY think you could draw the conclusion that all the visionaries were descendants of the Skyview attendants. THAT'S why they were involved in these horrific accidents to tie up loose ends. It also FULLY explains why Bludworth knew who they were immediately.

He wasn't a mysterious, omnipotent figure. He and Iris kept tabs on EVERY. SINGLE. FAMILY involved in the near-accident and discovered the pattern of how they got plucked off.

So of course he knew Alex's name when he arrived. And Kimberly's. And Sam's. They were the next descendants to go. He and Iris were studying the pattern INTENSELY. He knew Alex because they had records they were keeping of every family from the survivors and knew who was next. (He could have been a little less creepy delivering the information but he's allowed to have a bit of showmanship HILKJFD)

It just makes the previous movies make SO much sense. Why he knew their names. Why he knew the rules. Why the rules were so nebulous.

It's also just deeply satisfying that he's the last survivor, with us through the franchise the whole way down. I was really afraid they were going to send him off as the final survivor, giving Tony Todd a big gory death as a shock factor. I'm SO fucking happy they didn't.

ALSO I MISS TONY TODD SO BAD, MAN, FUCKKKKK. 😭😭😭

[iron-parkr]

The Spaces Between | Chapter Update - Chapter 8: All Things End

For the record, Maggie Stark didn't run away. Running away means having something to run from, and Maggie's got nothing. Something strange is going on in Queens, though, and it's got nothing to do with the Parkers. But before Maggie can solve that mystery, she has to make it through the most thrilling and terrifying venture she can imagine after a life of superheroes — high school.

Stopping only to take off her Converse, Maggie crawled into the bed, pulled the covers over her head, and let herself miss Aunt Peggy and Della and her family. The pillow grew damp under her temple. She curled in on herself and allowed the black hole to consume her as she fell into a restless sleep. An hour later she stumbled from the guest room, sweat-slicked skin shining in the fluorescent lights. Daisy and May were calling to her through miles of cotton, but all she could hear were Ross’s jeers and Aunt Peggy’s soft voice and Steve Steve Steve— Her feet carried her out the front door, down the hall, up to the roof. The sticky summer air clung to her clammy skin. She sucked in a deep breath, then another. Tried to remember Dr. Rollins’ advice through the remnants of her nightmares.

Ao3 | FFN

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[ghostsleepyz]

Sorry ‘nother FD fandom rant but honestly some of you guys who complain about Wendy stans can be just as, if not more, insufferable as these stans you’re complaining about.

Believe it or not, people can indeed enjoy characters that you don’t, especially if they’re fan favorite characters (so obviously you’re going to see more people talk about her more often), for many reasons other than thinking her actress is hot.

Breaking news!! The world does not revolve around your opinion

[autisticchunter]

Watching the new Final Destination movie and oh. Oh they're already getting to some of my deepest fears in the opening act oh this is gonna be FUN

[akascow]

“how i would survive a final destination movie” “how to beat Death in final destination” DID U MISS THE WHOLE ENTIRE POINT ?? U CANT SURVIVE BRUTHA

[zoology]

watching other horror fans talk about how good the new final destination film is while i'm not able to watch any of the FD movies

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

How successful would Lucy McConky…

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[wildflower-otome]

[chickensarentcheap]

Is this not a pic Tyler would take of her? @youflickedtooharddamnit, @watermeezer @secretaryunpaid @bardic-tales @shepardstales

[sexysilverstrider]

ok wait i know my top 3 otome games but my top 5?

1. piofiore 1926

2. olympia soiree

3. diabolik lovers: dark fate

4. shuuen no virche

5. hakuoki kyoto winds + edo blossoms

[twinklefantasia]

are ppl comparing fd to gacha dress up games.... and how they have fancier clothing???? its almost as if a main thing for gacha games is to pull people into spending money on "oooh pretty"

[arrthurpendragon]

⌨ + Leila Potter's story

Send me ⌨ + title to one of my fics and I’ll write a sentence for that fic!

Almost all times, Leila thought.  But she saw no need in pointing that out - the boys were already in trouble. And it appeared that Fred’s lack of manners wasn’t helping things. Mrs. Weasley narrowed her eyes at her son. “You keep your mouth closed while you’re eating!” she snapped.

Fred’s mouth immediately clamped shut before he swallowed hard.  Knowing Fred like she did, it was immensely entertaining to see someone able to get to Fred like that. Fred then eyed George to continue.

“They were starving them, Mum!” George added, careful not to take a bite of food before speaking.  Instead, from behind his back, he tossed Leila a muffin which she nearly missed catching.  “I mean, just look at them!”

Leila scoffed out loud, ready to retort look at yourself, but before she could protest, Ron chimed in.

“There were bars on their window, Mum!” Ron added before sneaking a rather large bite of food in his mouth.

Mrs Weasley quickly turned on her heel, practically jabbing her finger in Ron’s shoulder. “You’d best hope I don’t put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley!”

Ron gulped his food down, nearly choking on it.

Mrs Weasley then rounded on the twins and narrowed her eyes, looking between Fred and George. “And you’d best hope I don’t accidentally starve you.”

Fred and George glanced sideways at each other before Fred asked his mother, “Which one of us are you starving?”

Mrs Weasley groaned and threw her hands up in the air in frustration. “We never had this much trouble with Bill . . . or Charlie . . . or Percy.  Not even combined!  Where did we go wrong?”

[leilapotter]

I've tentatively settled on Leila's faceclaim and book one's title.