#HOSTEL HORROR STORIES

[bollywoodfunworldyt]

Haunted Girls Hostel |गर्ल्स हॉस्टल | Haunted Girls Hostel | Hindi Horro...

[weirdlookindog]

Virgil Finlay - Haunted Hostel

(Famous Fantastic Mysteries - June 1953)

[findroleplay]

21+. She/Her. EST.

We're not that far away from October so the horror bug has begun to bite me. I'm looking for some horror fandom roleplays.

Please be 21+!

I write on Discord (through DMs or servers). I like to stick to Tumblr for plotting, however. I write in third person, past tense and around 2-4 paragraphs. Sometimes more. Never less. Daily replies won't happen because I work full-time during the week. I try my hardest to get them out within 2-3 days. Sometimes it may take me a little bit longer.

Canon x canon (MxM, FxF, or MxF) are preferred but I'm willing to do canon x OC too (only MxM or FxF). I like canon and canon divergent plots the most. By virtue of these fandoms, NSFW topics will likely be a part of this. As for smut, I do lean towards romantic ships and don't mind writing it but it isn't a requirement.

I'll just be listing the muses I'm most interested in writing. I'm open to discussing ships.

American Horror Story: Hotel - John Lowe, Will Drake

American Psycho - Patrick Bateman

Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon - Leslie Vernon

Evil Dead Franchise - Ash Williams

The Exorcist (FOX TV Show) - Marcus Keane, Tomas Ortega

Halloween Franchise - Corey Cunningham, Michael Myers, Vicky

Hostel - Josh Brooks, Paxton Rodriguez

The Lost Boys - David

Saw Franchise - Mark Hoffman, William Schenk

Scream Franchise - Billy Loomis, Dewey Riley, Jill Roberts, Mickey Altieri, Richie Kirsch, Roman Bridger

The Walking Dead - Beth Greene, Gabriel Stokes, Gareth, Merle Dixon, Milton Mamet, Paul Rovia, Shane Walsh

If you'd like to work something out, please message me or like this post and I'll reach out to you first.

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[dearorpheus]

Are there any non-fiction you can recommend for people who are fascinated by your blog (especially the elements of dark eroticism, morbidity and horror)?

🖤 love that you are loving!

i will try to stick to non-fic (also refraining as best i can from re-recommending texts from previous asks but there is of course bound to be some overlap): - The Severed Head: Capital Visions, Julia Kristeva -> read about Aubrey Beardsley's illustrations for Salomé (x, x)

and supplement w Baudelaire's Une Martyre "in which the narrator lovingly contemplates the beauty of a woman's severed head at rest upon a nightstand"

- Masochism: Coldness and Cruelty & Venus in Furs, Deleuze - The Sadeian Woman: And the Ideology of Pornography, Angela Carter - Aesthetic Sexuality: A Literary History of Sadomasochism, Romana Byrne - Perverse Desire and the Ambiguous Icon, Allen S. Weiss - "Must We Burn Sade?", Simone de Beauvoir -> read also about Erzsébet Báthory, the Bloody Countess. supplement your readings with Borowcyzk's Immoral Tales (1973), Julie Delpy's The Countess (2009), Alejandra Pizarnik's La Condesa Sangrienta and/or, if you have the stomach for it:

Lorna's death in Hostel Pt II (2007), inspired by the Countess^

- Anaïs Nin's diaries + Henry and June - Abject Eroticism in Northern Renaissance Art, Yvonne Owens

Hans Baldung Grien "gave powerful visual expression to late medieval tropes and stereotypes, such as the poison maiden, venomous virgin, the Fall of Man, 'death and the maiden' and other motifs and eschatological themes, which mingled abject and erotic qualities in the female body"

- Satanic Feminism: Lucifer as the Liberator of Woman in Nineteenth-Century Culture, Per Faxneld - The Library of Esoterica's Witchcraft - the biographical Taschen on H.R. Giger's oeuvre—biomechanical, Lovecraftian-tentacular fused limbs, bodies, systems, overtly phallic/yonic symbology, darkly psychedelic... very much fantastically erotic; I have my eye on the 40th Anniversary Edition

Giger, as we know, having designed the xenomorph from the Alien (1979) series to have an intensely sexual evolution:

- DEFINITELY read about+explore ero guro (see also: Bataille's L'histoire de l'œil / Story of the Eye! though it is fiction)

brief introductory articles here and here but it's truly so rich and decadent... delve into it!! film, lit, manga, history, so on... -> watch Nagisa Ōshima's In The Realm Of The Senses (1976) too

- if you can read French by any chance, Le Corps Souillé (The Soiled Body) by Eric Falardeau looks incredible; if not, this excerpt alone is delightfully provocative even in isolation - similarly, L'espirit de plaisir: Une histoire de la sexualité et de l’érotisme au Japon (The Spirit of Pleasure: A History of Sexuality and Eroticism in Japan) by Philippe Pons and Pierre-François Souyri is something I'm hoping might see an English translation

^an excerpt from an interview with the authors

- The Art of Cruelty + The Red Parts, Maggie Nelson - Crucial Interventions: An Illustrated Treatise on the Principles & Practice of Nineteenth-Century Surgery, Richard Barnett - The Butchering Art, Lindsey Fitzharris - Death, Disease and Dissection, Suzie Grogan - The Theatre and Its Double, Antonin Artaud - Men, Women, and Chainsaws, Carol J. Clover - House of Psychotic Women, Kier-La Janisse - The Monstrous-Feminine, Barbara Creed - Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers, Sady Doyle - The Lady From The Black Lagoon, Mallory O'Meara

[hiskillingjar]

What do you think about the murders of women and children? These murders are happening one after the other in my country and it's on the agenda right now. However, some protesters accuse the producers of gory content (body horror necrophobic art, especially female, body horror necrophobic art, and so on) of murder and encouraging it. I also consume this kind of content, and although I took a break because I was affected by this unfortunate brutal murder of a woman, I am someone who consumes and draws such content, and as someone who never wants and defends these things to happen in reality, I wonder if I am encouraging and legitimizing them even if they are fictional art. I hope I was able to explain what I wanted to explain, I wanted to ask because I was curious about your opinion on this issue.

first of all, fuck israel, fuck colonisers, fuck zionists, and a hearty, free palestine

secondly, any effort to censor violence in art (yes, even when inflicted on women) is fascist effort.

when director meir zarchi witnessed an assault on a woman, he called the police, stayed with her on the drive to the hospital, and sat throughout all police questioning. he was so angry about the experience, and what little support is given to rape victims, he went on to make i spit on your grave.

when director pier paolo pasolini lived through the second world war, he was so disgusted by the fascism in his country that he adapted the marquis de sade and made salo, or the 120 days of sodom.

in a protest against his country's film industry "appealing" to EU film funding, srđan spasojević made a serbian film. in response to american soldiers torturing hostages overseas, eli roth made hostel (but also fuck him for being a zionist piece of shit now. super ironic).

horror is political. horror is reactionary. horror is important.

i never want the things i depict, or i enjoy in fiction, to happen in real life. i will never fault someone who doesn't want to interact with upsetting themes (especially if they hit close to home).

but any movement made to remove those themes from art is a fascist movement.

end of statement. thank you for your question and for sharing your story.

[ohsalome]

Ivan and Phoebe by Oksana Lutsyshyna

Ivan and Phoebe is a novel about a revolution of consciousness triggered by very different events, both global and personal. This is a book about the choices we make, even if we decide to just go with the flow of life. It is about cruelty, guilt, love, passion – about many things, and most importantly, about Ukraine of the recent past, despite or because of which it has become what it is today.

The story told in Oksana Lutsyshyna’s novel Ivan and Phoebe is set during a critical period – the 1990s. In the three decades that have passed since gaining independence, Ukraine has experienced many socio-political, economic, and cultural changes that have yet to be fully expressed. The Revolution of Dignity in 2014 marked a pivotal moment in the country’s history, as it signaled a shift towards European integration and a strong desire to distance itself from Moscow. Prior to this, Ukrainian culture had remained overshadowed by Russian influence, struggled to compete for an audience and was consequently constrained in exploring vital issues.

77 days of February. Living and dying in Ukraine

"77 Days," is a compelling anthology by contributors to Reporters, a Ukrainian platform for longform journalism. The book, published in English as both an e-book and an audiobook by Scribe Originals.

"77 Days'' offers a tapestry of styles and experiences from over a dozen contributors, making it a complex work to define. It includes narratives about those who stayed put as the Russians advanced, and the horror they encountered, like Zoya Kramchenko’s defiant "Kherson is Ukraine," Vira Kuryko’s somber "Ten Days in Chernihiv," and Inna Adruh’s wry "I Can’t Leave – I’ve Got Twenty Cats." The collection also explores the ordeal of fleeing, as in Kateryna Babkina’s stark "Surviving Teleportation '' and "There Were Four People There. Only the Mother Survived." 

It also highlights tales of Ukrainians who created safe havens amidst the turmoil, such as Olga Omelyanchuk’s "Hippo and the Team," about zookeepers safeguarding animals in an occupied private zoo near Kyiv, and one of Paplauskaite’s three pieces, "Les Kurbas Theater Military Hostel," depicting an historic Lviv theater turned shelter for the displaced, including the writer/editor herself.

In the Eye of the Storm. Modernism in Ukraine 1900’s – 1930’s

This book was inspired by the exhibition of the same name that took place in Madrid, at the Museo Nacional Thyssen-Bornemisza, and is currently at the Museum Ludwig, located in Cologne, Germany. 

Rather than being a traditional catalogue, the publishers and authors took a more ambitious approach. Rather than merely publishing several texts and works from the exhibition, they choose to showcase the history of the Ukrainian avant-garde in its entirety – from the first avant-garde exhibition in Kyiv to the eventual destruction of works and their relegation to the "special funds" of museums, where they were hidden from public view.

These texts explain Ukrainian context to those who may have just learned about the distinction between Ukrainian and Russian art. Those "similarities" are also a product of colonization. It was achieved not only through the physical elimination of artists or Russification – artists were also often forced to emigrate abroad for political or personal reasons. Under the totalitarian regime, discussing or remembering these artists was forbidden. Archives and cultural property were also destroyed or taken to Russia.

"The Yellow Butterfly" by Oleksandr Shatokhin 

"The Yellow Butterfly" is poised to become another prominent Ukrainian book on the themes of war and hope. It has been listed among the top 100 best picture books of 2023, according to the international art platform dPICTUS.

The book was crafted amidst the ongoing invasion. Oleksandr and his family witnessed columns of occupiers, destroyed buildings, and charred civilian cars. Shatokhin describes the book’s creation as a form of therapy, a way to cope with the horrors. "During this time my vision became clearer about what I wanted to create – a silent book about hope, victory, the transition from darkness to light, something symbolic," he explains.

Although "The Yellow Butterfly" is a wordless book, today its message resonates with readers across the globe.

A Crash Course in Molotov Cocktails by Halyna Kruk

A Crash Course in Molotov Cocktails is a bilingual poetry book (Ukrainian and English) about war, written between 2013 and 2022, based on Halyna’s experience as an author, volunteer, wife of a military man and witness to conflict. 

The Ukrainian-speaking audience is well-acquainted with Halyna Kruk – a poet, prose author and literature historian. Kruk is increasingly active on the international stage, with her poetry featured in numerous anthologies across various languages, including Italian, French, Swedish, Norwegian, Portuguese, Spanish, Polish, English, German, Lithuanian, Georgian and Vietnamese. 

For an English-speaking audience, her poetry unveils a realm of intense and delicate experiences, both in the midst of disaster and in the anticipation of it. The poems are succinct, direct, and highly specific, often depicting real-life events and individuals engaged in combat, mourning, and upholding their right to freedom.

[jinkoh]

fearful first dates

younghoon x gn!reader

summary: maybe a haunted houses is not the perfect place for a first date~

tags: meet-cute, first date, fluff, slight hurt/comfort but not really, SFW, warnings: it takes place in a haunted house so there are some (very light) horror elements

wordcount: ~2k

a/n: so @blizzardfluffykpop and i watched wings of escape together and from there it's only a stone's throw to a haunted house au--and so here we are. there is also a little jacob story on kate's blog ☺️

Masterlist

A haunted house would not have been your first choice for a date, not in October and even less now, in March, when spring was finally shaking off the cold hands of winter. But your date had insisted that this temporary haunted house in the abandoned youth hostel was the talk of the town and that you definitely shouldn’t miss out on it, so you’d given in. In hindsight, you should have known this would turn into a disaster—a haunted house has a few too many dark corners and lethal weapons (albeit fake) to be a good date idea. But now it was too late and you were already standing in the middle of some dark hallway, the door you’d come in through locked with a silver chain to add to the experience. So, the only way out was to go on ahead, up the stairs and further into the building. For something that was only a temporary set up, they really went all out with decorating. It reminded you of an old mansion with the patterned wallpaper and the Persian rugs. Both were bloodstained and you thought you could hear the faint sound of a liquid trickling to the floor somewhere. Drip, drip, drip… Water? Blood? Or maybe it was just the tears of your date, who’d started clinging to you the second the door had been closed behind you. You’d thought you were a scaredy cat, but he was on a whole nother level. You almost had to carry him up the stairs and you already knew right then that you would not see him again after today. Not if you could help it.

Once you reached the top of the stairs, a shadow emerged from the dark, making you flinch and the guy at your side whimper. 

"Welcome to our humble établissement," the figure greeted, tall and looming. He wore a black suit and had a white cloth over his arm. He looked like a butler, albeit one that was closer to the dead than to the living with his pale gray skin and inhumanly haggard cheeks. Makeup, your common sense told you, but you still felt shivers running down your spine. He gestured for you to walk on, not the trace of a smile on his lips. "Let me show you around."

He led the both of you through the building, narrating as he showed you the rooms of what seemed to be a very murderous hotel. All the while, your date was clinging to you so much, you felt his finger nails boring into your skin through the fabric of your clothes. 

When you were shown to the kitchen, the cook looking at you with a bloodthirsty grin, chopping away on whatever the gooey mess on his cutting board was, your date was finally done with this. It took him one glance at that sharp knife dripping with blood to violently shake his head. "Nope, no, not happening," he pressed out and bolted, leaving you behind with the murderous cook and half dead butler. Completely flabbergasted, you just stared after him, not knowing how to respond. The other two seemed to be feeling the same; the cook actually stopped his chopping for a second, and the butler squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. 

"What a prick," he mumbled under his breath. “Your boyfriend?”

"Oh, hell no.”

The butler chuckled and for a second there you couldn’t help feeling charmed, despite the gruesome makeup.

"So then, do you wish to continue the tour? Or shall I lead you out?"

“To be really frank, I'm not really a haunted house person,” you admitted, scrunching up your nose. “It’s a really cool place though, really well done, I’m just not very scare-proof, you know?”

"I can give you the unscary tour?"

“There’s something like that?”

“Just for today,” he said with a wink before holding out his arm for you to take. You felt silly when you did, but also a bit like a fancy Victorian lady. You liked that.

“So, to start, I’m Younghoon, the butler, and this is Kevin, our cook.”

“Sometimes chainsaw guy,” Kevin added and gave you a small wave with his knife, which looked less terrifying than it could have, his friendly smile taking off the edge.

As Younghoon led you through the rest of the hotel you didn’t feel frightened. Instead of a haunted house experience it felt more like a room tour through a very odd but interesting building. Younghoon made sure to give his colleagues a small warning before they could suddenly jump out or do whatever else they were supposed to do. So, rather than scaring you they just greeted you nicely. The grim reaper—Juyeon, as Younghoon introduced him—even looked a little cute when he pulled off his mask, pouting over not being allowed to play his role. 

When you turned into another hallway, Younghoon assured you that you’d almost made it out and you couldn’t help but feel a little regretful about it. It was fun to get to know him and even though it wasn’t, it felt more like a first date than whatever you'd had with that other guy. Younghoon kept making sure you were okay and the way he talked and joked around with his colleagues helped to lighten the mood. They spoke so comfortably, it was clear that all of them must've been very close to each other. A part of you wished you could be part of their bubble, maybe become a gruesome gardener or something and join them.

“That’s the last one,” Younghoon pulled you out of your thoughts and gestured to a door that promptly opened. A guy with gory make up and curly hair poked his head out curiously.

“Haknyeon,” Younghoon explained, “our—what again? Brain-eating janitor?”

Haknyeon gave him a playful frown. “I’m clearly a zombie plumber,” he said, holding up a plunger for proof.

“Right,” Younghoon nodded. “That. And also our jukebox when we're on break."

"Jukebox?" You looked between the two in confusion and as if on que, Haknyeon began belting out a song you didn’t recognize, putting in so much passion you almost flinched. You heard someone from somewhere in the building sing along, while someone else yelled for him to shut up. It only made Haknyeon giggle.

"Anyway," Younghoon interrupted the impromptu concert, though it was clear he was more amused than annoyed, "with that we've reached the end of our little tour."

He pulled aside a dark green velvet curtain to reveal an inornate glass door that surely fit the original vibes of the building but felt out of place with the fancy decor. 

“I hope you enjoyed your stay with us?” He asked as he gentlemanly opened the door for you. 

The weather had been rather mild today, and yet the evening air streaming in from outside seemed impossibly cold. Maybe it was just the prospect of having to leave Younghoon and his warm smile behind. 

When you didn't reply immediately he tilted his head questioningly.

“Very much," you quickly assured and you meant it. "Saved my night, to be honest."

"Really?" He looked happy.

"Really, really."

"That's good then."

You looked at each other for another second, as if there was something more to say, but neither of you did. With a heavy heart you stepped outside and made your way down the pavement. It was okay, you tried to tell yourself. It was okay to leave things behind like this. Not that there was anything to leave behind in the first place. 

But there could be, a small voice in the back of your mind piped up.

You turned around again. "Actually—"

"Come back soon," someone suddenly greeted, making you shriek. You hadn't even noticed he was there, standing in the flower beds with a bloody ax in his hands. It seemed even the role of the gruesome gardener had been taken already.

You pressed your hand to your chest, in hopes of calming your heartbeat, slightly embarrassed about your obvious fright.

"Well, now they probably won't," Younghoon complained with a pout. "I told you not to scare them, Youngjae." 

The gardener shrugged. "Come on, I only greeted them. I didn't even put on a face."

"It's fine," you waved it aside. "It's fine, I was just lost in thought and didn't notice him there."

"See? Not my fault."

"Anyway, I guess I'll really leave then." You chuckled awkwardly. There was no way you could ask him out after this. You just wanted to disappear.

Except, Younghoon didn't seem to want to let you go so easily. He took a few steps out the building, still keeping a polite distance.

"You wanted to say something."

You swallowed. "Yeah, just—" Your gaze flickered to Youngjae who was looking on with interest but quickly turned away when your eyes met, pretending not to listen at all. It seemed to work out fine for Younghoon because he didn't even pay him any attention at all. His gaze was fixed on you and you thought you saw something hopeful in his eyes.

"Just?" He asked carefully, taking another step in your direction.

"You really saved my night," you repeated your words from before.

"Mhm," he hummed, urging you to continue.

"So, I was wondering—maybe I can make it up to you, sometime? Invite you for a coffee or something? Only if you don't mind, of course—"

"I'd love that," Younghoon smiled so wide it made crinkles form in the corners of his eyes, probably leaving creases in his makeup. "My shift is over in a bit so—"

"Sure," you nodded, feeling your heart race with anticipation. "I'll wait."

Younghoon didn't tax your patience for too long. Though, it took you a second to recognize him when he came to look for you in the parking lot. Somehow it hadn't occurred to you that obviously Younghoon wouldn't come out in full costume. Instead of his old fashioned suit he was wearing a beige hoodie, and his hair that was neatly parted before now fell loosely into his forehead. When he pushed it back you saw little traces of the gray makeup close to his hairline. He smiled, and if his smile was charming before in the halflight when he looked almost dead, it was completely dazzling now. You almost couldn't bear it, but you didn't want to look away.

"Hey," he raised his hand to a tiny wave as he made his way over to where you were sitting on the hood of your car. "Sorry for making you wait."

"No, don't worry," you quickly shook your head. 

"Good," he smiled and there was a little moment again where you just looked at each other. You thought you felt a spark, but then Younghoon turned away, running his hand through his hair once more.

"So, I know we said coffee," he said, "but I haven't really had anything to eat since my shift started. Is dinner good with you?"

"Sure, let's make it a dinner date then." The words came out casually, without really thinking, but the moment you'd finished the sentence you felt your cheeks flush.

"Dinner date," Younghoon repeated with a grin. "I like that."

He held out his hand to help you get down. "Let's go? I know a place around here."

"Let's go." You let him steady you as you hopped down from the hood of your car. Younghoon didn't let go after that though. Instead he casually swung your intertwined hands between your bodies, his gaze focusing anywhere but you to avoid making eye contact. Maybe he was embarrassed. It was cute. 

You didn't pull away as the two of you walked down the lot. His hand in yours felt warm and comfortable. Perhaps a haunted house was a good choice for a first date after all.

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[overnightoverthinking]

‘Saw’: A Modern Film classic.

To talk about the influence that the first ‘Saw’ movie had on movies as a whole quite an undertaking. Its immediate reach is

obvious but its influence can still be felt and seen to this day.

What's the last thing you remember?

To talk about ‘Saw’ as a milestone let's first talk about what came before it. We won’t go into the entire history of Horror movies (I could, don’t tempt me) but let’s go right before Saw released.

Wes Craven’s ‘Scream’ (1996) ushered in self-aware horror. It was a movie that drew focus to horror tropes while still being an incredible slasher movie. So many movies afterwards would riff on the idea of being a “wink and a nod” to moviegoers. It’s easy to forget that the movie which pioneered this on a big scale was ‘Scream’.

‘The Blair Witch Project’, released in 1999, opened the door for movies with an incredibly low budget to not only be seen as legitimate but as major motion picture worthy.

‘The Ring’, released 2 years earlier than Saw in 2002, proved that a very effective horror movie can exist while getting a rating of PG-13. You could do more with less. Although R-rated horror were still prevalent it certainly widened the horror playing field.

I want to play a game.

Saw was released in 2004 with a budget of around 1.2 million dollars. Calculating for inflation that brings the budget to a little over 2 million dollars in current currency. Putting that into perspective the average major studio movie budget is anywhere from 65 million on a low end to 100 million and above nowadays.

Something to keep in mind about Saw is that it did not look as polished as other big budget movies. Saw looked like a grungy indie movie instead of a big budget movie which audiences were used to at the time. Another factor is that with this movie, then first time director, James Wan’s skill was apparent.

Much like with ‘The Texas Chainsaw Massacre’ (1974), we don’t directly see a lot of the gore in Saw. We see bodies, quick camera cuts, shaking, and sped up footage but a lot of the direct violence is not on screen. What is implied takes root in your mind to make your imagination do a lot more of the work than the director could.

Let the game begin.

After ‘Saw’ there were a lot more dark and gritty horror movies that flourished like ‘Hostel’ and ‘The Strangers’. ‘Saw’’s insistence on following it’s characters and learning about their stories can also be seen in high concept horror like ‘It Follows’. It launched a subgenera of movies: “torture/gore porn”. I think those movies are an interesting and important commentaries on the time the exist in but they were spurred on by the success of ‘Saw’.

Let’s now step outside of movies entirely. You know what else sparked in popularity after ‘Saw’? Escape Rooms. I love Escape Rooms. They were certainly a thing before the ‘Saw’ movies but the popularity of them has gone up after. The original ‘Saw’ basically revolves it’s main plot around the idea of an escape room after all.

Live or die, make your choice.

I am biased. I love the ‘Saw’ franchise and think the original ‘Saw’ movie should be appreciated for the long reaching impact that it has. Hopefully in reading (or skimming) this you were also able to see some of that.

Take care everyone.

[deimosbreakfrost]

Dude. Tbh I would think it would be pretty weird but pretty cool if someday you made a album or smt

NO I LITERALLY WRITED THIS IN MY NOTES ONE OF THIS DAYS

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-Anyways, my music genre would probably be;

Metalcore, pop punk/punk rock, horror punk, post grunge or/and hard rock.

-It'll probably sound like:

MCR during the bullets era, i.n.k during the burning, SIJAS and TPBTP era, MSI during the Frankstein Girls era or/and NX zero during the Dialogo? Era

I still haven't finish all of it but, er..

-Album name: Perverse Thoughs and Shock Values

-Ideas for the musics:

1. Introduction

2. Violent Descriptions

3. Hostel (the movie)

4. Violence and anatomy

5. Attached to your phone

6. Love and Hate

7. True Colors

8. Cannibal Holocaust (the movie)

9. Things that Teenagers shouldn't Do

10. Gore Addiction

11. Diss track to signmx

12. Weird Love Song

13. A Real Story of mine

14. Perverse Thoughs

15. Shock Values

The official name of the songs and basically what they will talk about:

1. I am my own Band.

2. A Dick in my Wound

3. Quick times at Slovakia

4. Honestly That Never Happened, Lying is your Favorite Passion

5. Your Phone is a Second Valuable Life, But More Easier to Lose it

6. The Best and Fastest Way to a Boy's heart is Though a Punch in the Face

7. And as You Drown In My True Colors..

8. Trow This Song to The Cannibals!

9. "Aren't We Too Young For This?"

10. The Art of Dying (I Hate What I've Become)

11. I Hate People That Fake That Are Animals

12. My Ribcage is Always Open to You

13. I Would be lying if this song isn't a indirect diss track to someone

14. Perverse Thoughs

15. Shock Values

[frickatives]

[teaser] against better judgement [f!reader bounty hunter x mando]

[read on AO3] [masterlist] [next chapter]

[a/n] HI HELLO I've had this enemies-to-lovers fic idea rattling around in my brain for a year or so, and I decided I'm going to put it out into the world! I've had so much fun reading everyone's Mando fics over the years, and I'd love to be more active in the community. Setting is post-season-2, and will deviate wildly from canon from there. I'm planning to have the first chapter ready to go (hopefully) next Monday (8/14), but until then I wanted to get the first snippet out into the world to get more comfortable sharing my writing after not doing so for... at least a decade, whoops. I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND I HOPE YOUR WEEK IS FULL OF DELIGHT ❤️❤️❤️

[warnings/tags] canon typical violence, gore (? light body horror??), mentions of death and injury, thirst for sweet vengeance, fem!reader, no use of y/n, the slowest burn, enemies to lovers, bounty hunter reader, comically hostile workplace

[wc] ~700, just a lil' preview/intro

You crouch down behind the rock, not believing your eyes.

They have to be wrong. Misinformed. You must be imagining things, because you think you're seeing an all-too-familiar quicksilver jackass creeping up on your bounty, and that simply isn't possible. 

You look again. Quadruple checking. 

Sure enough, it's him. He's kneeling by the entrance to the bunker, tracking fob in hand. You'd know that ridiculous helmet anywhere.

Rage boils over in your gut, so fast that it physically cramps something. You knew that the kriffing Guild– that kriffing Karga offered to keep the sentient trash chute on as a hunter, even after what he did to them – to you – on Nevarro, but being confronted by it makes you break into a cold sweat. You'd heard he'd turned the Guild down, but the very real hunter taking a few paces away from the bunker's hatch says otherwise. 

The scar that bisects your chest and abdomen aches and tightens. Your hand settles over it, out of habit.

He blows the bunker door open with a charge. 

The sound echoes, ricocheting across the barren, rocky surface of the valley, bouncing up the stony hillsides around you. You flinch. You've been on edge this whole damn time, even before that bastard showed up – you don't like being forced to take the low ground. It feels too much like begging to get shot. 

Your armor scrapes against stone, and you duck down as quickly as you can in case he's heard – it's unlikely, over the sound of the blast, but you remember what it was like to be hunted down by those Mandalorians on Nevarro. 

Their reflexes were preternatural. 

You remember waking to the sound of a gunfight outside, and rushing out of the hostel with your sidearm in-hand, and stepping into a street overflowing with chaos and screaming. You didn't know what was happening. It seemed like nobody did.

You saw Guild hunters, a few you recognized from Karga's place, taking aim at the sky. 

You remember looking up, too, and then fighting for your life against a small army of Mandalorians. You had no idea where they'd come from, why they were attacking the city, but you knew the men from the Guild and you didn't want to see them killed. 

You fought for what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes, until you were cornered in an alley by a big brute with a wicked curved blade of mirror-polished beskar.

You remember being cut open. Filleted. One powerful swipe of that blade, one bad misstep of your own treacherous feet. You remember the feeling of parts of you shifting – slipping around inside, spilling out, moving to places they didn't belong. That sensation haunts you, yanks you out of sleep by your throat some nights, even now, even months and months later. 

You remember the indignation. The wrath. How dare they do this to you? How dare they kill you here, like this?

But they hadn't. You'd woken up a few days later in a half-rate bacta tank, and you'd heard the story of the siege on Nevarro. 

Heard that it was his fault. That loner Mandalorian, freshly kitted out in head-to-toe beskar, who never so much as had a conversation with any of you before he decided to sic his underground militia on you all.

You ought to be afraid, you think. This ought to be grounds for scrapping this whole job. Any reasonable person would turn tail, run back to the shuttle depot, and catch the fastest ride off this rock, rather than risk a repeat-filleting.

You've never been a reasonable person.

You're too focused on the astronomical odds of the situation: him, here, unaware of your presence; you, alive, armed, angry, and poised to do something about it, after all this time. The opportunity for vengeance is too sweet, too ripe. It's like the universe is placing it in your palm, wrapping your fingers around it with her gentle, generous hands. Whispering for you to just take it. 

Tucked into your hiding spot behind the rock, millions of clicks from Nevarro, resolve settles like a brick in your stomach. 

You're going to kill the Mandalorian.

[continue to chapter 1]

[runningw-thewolves]

Loki Devotional Ideas: Halloween Edition

(Do you seriously think our loveable God of “fuck around, find out”, “constant sugar high insanity” and “what’s the worst that could happen?” wouldn’t love a holiday about dressing up scary, watching scary movies, telling scary stories and pranking people?)

- Watch horror movies. Any will do! Slashers (e.g. Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, Halloween), Splatter (e.g. Saw, Hostel, Hellraiser), Monster (e.g. American Werewolf in London, Dracula, Creature from the Black Lagoon), Sci-Fi (e.g. Alien, M3GAN, Predator), Psychological (e.g. The Woman in Black, The Ring, Silence of the Lambs), whatever floats your boat! (Yes, this does include kids horror.)

- Listen to spooky tunes. I don’t just mean Michael Jackson’s “Thriller”, Ray Parker Jr’s “Ghostbusters”, and so on; listen to the Silver Scream albums by Ice Nine Kills, “Halloweentown” by Dark Divine, fucking anything by Motionless in White or Rob Zombie. The spookier, the better!

- PRANKS! Give someone a quick scare, but remember to do clean up/soothing afterwards!

- Give Loki his own Halloween bucket and put some candy in it for him.

- Spooky tarot readings! Use tarot or oracle sets themed around horror in any way. I have an oracle set literally based on horror movies (and it has a card called “The Trickster” based on IT and it is 100% a Loki card. I’ll talk about it in detail another time.)

- If you have some sort of statue or digital representation of Loki, why not dress him up? You can even ask him if he’d like anything in particular.

- Decorate your house how YOU want to. Get out the lumbering, scary animatronics or stick to the kid friendly banners and plastic scene setters and lights. Whatever works for you!

- Indulge in whatever spooky delights you desire. Read that shitty CreepyPasta from 2009, read that Goosebumps story, watch Twilight, play old horror/scary Flash games, eat chocolate till you poop nothing but it, listen to zombie apocalypse ambience, play with your Monster High dolls, WHATEVER! JUST. INDULGE.

- Carve a pumpkin. Give Loki a pumpkin as well (sure he can’t physically carve it in our realm but you could always use your minds eye to translate what he carved as close as you can). Make pumpkin pie from the insides.

- Enjoy the autumn leaves falling, the nights growing longer, the full moon in the sky and all the hallmarks of the autumn season.

- Give out candy to trick r treaters. Laugh at their horrible jokes (convince them you genuinely found it funny), play along with their “tricks”, compliment their outfits. Loki loves kids, and you bet your ass he’d love them going home happy with not just candy but someone playing along with them!

- Draw horror art, write horror stories, create spooky music. Use the time to be spookily creative. And it doesn’t need to be groundbreaking - if you wanna make a Jeff the Killer rip-off, you go and you make that Jeff the Killer rip-off!

- For those who observe Samhain; include Loki in your celebration/tradition, even if only a small inclusion.

- Tell Loki a scary campfire story from your youth. Hell, if you wanna ask him to tell you one, go for it!

- Include his family if you can! Leave candy or toys for the twins, include wolves or snakes in your decorations for Fenrir and Jormungandr, make a foam tombstone dedicated to Hel and Garmr, make decorative potions themed around Angrboda and Sigyn. Whatever way you can think of to include them, it’s worth a shot!

- For pet owners; if your furry buddy is alright with it, dress them up or give them seasonal items! Not all animals (e.g. cats) like dressing up, so try for Halloween themed toys, bedding, enrichment and treats! Bonus points if you dress up your companion to resemble Fenrir, Jormungandr or Sleipnir.

- Get scented candles or incense that fits the season. Pumpkin, cinnamon, rain, apple - there’s plenty of options out there!

- If you do any Halloween baking, invite Loki or leave him some of your baked goods.

- Have a pumpkin spiced latte and OWN being a basic White bitch for five minutes. You enjoy every slurp of that pumpkin spiced latte like your life depends on it. Don’t matter if you are POC, disabled, LGBTQIA+, whatever else - if you wanna be a basic autumn White bitch for a minute, you go and be that basic autumn White bitch! (Bonus if you add whipped cream or anything else you like just for the Hell of it.)

- In summary; HAVE FUCKING FUN. Indulge yourself, play along with games and pranks, take in everything the season has to offer.

[kylejsugarman]

i know its just a pet peeve of mine because of the neurodivergence but i cant stand when people refer to "saw" as torture porn or even worse pose "saw" as the originator of torture porn!!!! saw has a long origin story but it was released in 2004, after which lions gate finally felt confident enough to approve a pitch from eli roth to make another original film, this being 2005's "hostel". david edelstein wrote the piece "torture porn: the sadistic movie trend" in new york magazine as a sort of response to "hostel", where he cites some other recent films like "wolf creek" and "the devil's rejects" and, most notably, gaspar noe's "irreversible", which is The quintessential new french extremity film, as emblematic of a trend in horror (and post-9/11 filmmaking) of explicit torture and amorality. he coined the term "torture porn" specifically because he cites carol clover's famous book "men, women, and chainsaws" in which she argues that 80s slashers developed unique sexual undertones in that final girls triumphed over overwhelmingly male killers brandishing phallic weapons, and compares the blood splatters from these slashers and the new graphic films to the "money shot" in porn. he describes these modern torture films as equivalent to porn in that they are interested more so in delivering a shocking (read: orgasmic) experience than having a nuanced conversation about violence or interrogating specific points of view (in the spirit of "porn has no characters or story"). there is a long history of comparing horror and sex in cinema academia, so this is a logical conclusion and a suitable term, but it has become so distanced from the original argument and comes from a very american point of view that neglects to touch on new french extremity or non-american filmmaking with the exception of presenting "irreversible" as the holy grail of "unwatchable" and ultimately "pointless" torture. at this point, "torture porn" as a valid identifier is meaningless and the original "saw" has little to do with it other than tangentially contributing to the creation of the term and contributing to an interesting conversation about moviemaking, storytelling, and voyeurism in a post-9/11 world that is often overlooked in favor of arbitrarily assigning character to its audience

[imagibunny]

do you have any favorite horror movies? in general i mean

GOD YOU HAVE ASKED THE WRONG PERSON

i'm. picky about horror i watch. quite possibly a bunch of it is cult classics, indie films, or just really obscure things i don't really think people have seen

for example, outside of like. the child's play movies and the latest scream movies, i don't particularly care for any horror mainstays like jason, freddy, leatherface, ect ect. they're just not interesting to me

HOWEVER

i have Varrying different favorites depending on catagory because i am a freak

favorite anthology;

trick r treat. this has been MY MOVIE since i saw it back when i was a kid. sam is my son boy allowed and i am one sidedly fighting his va for who has the most sam merch (don't ask me about the supposed sequel that's been announced for over a decade i hate the director)

runners up;

the v/h/s series and the abcs of death movies. v/h/s is fun and i LOVE the later instalments (especially 98 and 99) but the first 3 were kinda weak?? and god i hated the first ones wrap around story arc. abcs of death are honestly just really fun!! love seeing all the different ways people can interpret their word they got and can get silly with it (SHOUT OUT TO W FROM THE FIRST ONE AND P FROM THE SECOND I LOVE THE SILLY SHORTS SM)

favorite found footage:

paranaormal activity. i'm normal about it (is not) pa1 changed my brain chemistry idk what else you want me to tell u kjnKJD. i however am very insistant on watching it IN THE CORRECT ORDER, which means i more often then not have to watch it alone. don't ask me about "next of kin" i hate it it's bad it's worst then ghost dimension. pagd actually stayed on story and gave us closure and a finale!! nok just feels. like they said "oh pa is just about recording a demon obsessed with a woman" NO IT'S NOT YOU BOZOS I'M HOLDING YOU HOSTAGE TO WATCH THE MOVIES AGAIN

runners up;

quarentine. let it be known i AM AWARE this is a remake of rec, i just ended up seeing quarentine first and havent had the time to see the rec movies. i definately want to though, quarentine was a fun zombie movie

favorite mockumentary:

ABSOLUTE TIE BETWEEN SAVAGELAND AND THE RISE OF LESLIE VARNOM. savageland is just Really solid and i love the inclusion of the photos and the 3d map and everything OOOOO I LOVE IT!! behind the mask is a favorite for another reason and that is leslie varnom my little freak. i know he's a serial killer but he's so SILLY! i'm putting him in a bug cage to study him as we speak thank you. a bit upset they took away the found footage bit near the end but that ending has me holding out my wallet ready to fund a sequel movie <3

runner up;

the tunnel! it's only a runner up cause i just recently watched it, i know in my HEART if i had watched it longer ago it would've been a top favorite

favorite foreign horror:

i'm grabbing gonjiam haunted asylum LIKE A SQUEAKY TOY. it's basically a korean grave encounters but the difference here is that it's good /lh

runner up:

ONE MISSED CALL. i originally watched the eng remake with my dad but gave the original japanese version a go after finding out it exists and OOHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHH!!!!!! /pos literally the only reason it's not my favorite is because my father (derogatory) set the ringtone from the movie as HIS ringtone. any time his phone went off he would look at us all worried like "that's not my ringtone..." my dad's a jackass

and because i'm on a roll legally i can say anything by eli roth fucking SUCKS. granted this man is a zionist so he fucking sucks in the moral department, not to mention his movie "green inferno" is his adaption of "cannibal halocaust" but like. his movies are just. so Mean, and for no good reason either. i dunno man i watched hostel too young so anything with his name attached gives me bad vibes

anyways i'm sorry for rambling you unleashed the autism curse urself good luck

[toiletbulges]

Awkward Hostel

So for a few months last year i went travelling around Asia, staying in cheap hostels to keep the cost down. So this particular hostel was the worst. I entered the male-only room and was greeted with 12 bunk beds then in a corner there was a sink, a shower and the toilet in the open with no privacy! So i had to shower and shit in front of 23 other blokes. There was already a few others in the room asleep when i entered. One bloke was already snoring. I got on my bunk which was near the "bathroom" and started getting for bed. I had just got into bed when bloke came in and literally just walked over to the toilet, sat down and started farting. He sat on his phone not even caring everyone in the room could see/smell him. He even stood to wipe, washed his hands then got into his bunk. The room that night was full of everyone snoring loudly. Being a light sleeper, at 3am i was awoken by a loud fart. I slowly opened my eyes and could see a bloke sitting naked on the toilet!

I was awoken in the morning to the sound of the shower running. I sat up and could see one bloke in the shower, another shaving and one on the toilet. All 3 naked! Everyone was stirring and slowly getting out of bed. By the time i got out of bed (naked) there was already a queue of 3 people for the toilet. I felt sorry for one bloke as he seemed constipated, by the sound of the grunts, and one bloke waiting actually asked if he was almost finished as he was "touching cloth" I was standing there with a slight cramp in my stomach. I was next in the queue and was able to watch the bloke sit down and start shitting. Lucky for me he was quick and stood to wipe. I quickly sat down and let out a loud fart. Several people laughed. It was strange to be sitting on the toilet in a room with 23 other blokes. I stayed sitting while wiping. I left the toilet, and the next bloke quickly took the seat. I quickly had a shower and got dressed along with everyone else in the middle of the room. I didnt really have any horror stories from that toilet. I did wake up in the middle of the night on the 3rd day having a big dump. One bloke woke up and stood nearby as he needed the toilet. I was farting quite loudly and was worried would wake someone up.

[the-acid-pear]

The thing about the painter analog that people don't get and makes them hate it is that at heart this isn't a serious horror story. This is pure gore not only for the sake of gore but for the sake of camp. Once I was talking of to my dad laughing at the guy who had his face sanded off and he was like yeah not new they did that in Jason already 🙄 which was later reinforced by UrbanSpook admitting this is inspired by those old 80s slasher which should tell you everything.

I'm saying this bc i saw a video pairing it with Playground and the incest game and while I don't know the second I watched a video on playground once and the difference is that that book is trying to tell a story and say something on top of the gore but the later makes it hard to care. Which is kind of the issue another "gone too far" piece of media my beloved A Serbian Film runs into where you cannot take yourself too seriously if you also want to show over the top violence or you'll lose the audience.

OF COURSE there are exceptions like Hostel, Saw and 😏 the human centipede ☺️ (cocksucker for that movie and it's more serious points, though it barely counts bc the gore is very tame save for in 2) and I couldn't exactly tell you what's the difference between what makes them work and what doesn't but still.

But I'm getting off topic I'm not here to say which media is good or not I'm here to point out the painter is not a serious story that asks you to care for the characters it's a over the top schlocky gore that asks you to go GROOOOSS or laugh at the over the top brutality it presents. Which is very standard in horror.

[chaletnz]

Baños to Cuenca

It rained all night, heavily, for 10-12 hours. It was still raining when I packed up, checked out, and walked down to the bus station to catch my 8 hour bus to Cuenca. The bus terminal was flooded and the parking area was completely covered in 2-3 inches of dirty brown water. It was chaotic but I found the right desk, got in line, and had my ticket printed out. I waited outside for a few minutes before a driver came and made an announcement to the people waiting. I figured out from parts of conversations of the people in front of me that the 9am bus was not going to run due to the rain causing some of the road to flood so I made the decision to change my ticket to the next (and only other) bus to Cuenca at 11:30pm. My ticket was adjusted and I quickly headed back to the hostel to purchase another night so I could get my room back for a day time nap later. Nothing had been touched yet so the receptionist took another $10 and gave me the key back. I'd read horror stories about public buses in Ecuador and I was definitely not looking forward to taking a night bus however this was the only option to get to Cuenca in time for my tour of Cajas National Park - the whole reason I was going down there! Back in the room I reviewed my options; take the night bus and the tour first thing, spend one night in Cuenca, get to Guayaquil airport for my flight back to Colombia. Or the second option on the fly, take a bus back to Quito, and book a flight from Quito to Bogotá to close the flight loop back up. I didn't like the idea of changing the plans to skip Cuenca for the non-refundable flight, hotel, and now the tour too but the obstacles were seeming insurmountable to pull off getting there and completing my planned itinerary. It was still raining at 11am so more than 12 hours of constant rain by this point and my outlook was bleak, I contemplated that the universe was trying to prevent me from going to Cuenca and Guayaquil for some reason for such a dramatically disastrous Ecuador journey so far. I picked my spirits up with another cappuccino and a sandwich from Cafe Colibri for lunch then spend the rest of the day resting and trying to sleep so that I could stay awake on the bus ride to keep my bag safe. Before checking out of the hostel again, I went to the bus station at 10:30pm to ask if the 11:30 night bus was definitely going and they said it was. It actually did go, much to my relief, and so I was on my way down south with my backpack beside me in the window seat padlocked to the seatbelt of the bus. I slept the entire journey as I was too restless in the hostel to sleep during the day plus it was so noisy with the barking of all of Baños' stray dogs and roaring motorcycles. The bus started out with 5-6 people on it, but it gradually filled up as we passed through the larger towns. I was glad I hadn't put my bag under the bus as there's no way I would've seen anyone take it and I'd have arrived in Cuenca with no bag and no idea where it was taken off the bus. I felt a little bad as the bus filled up with more and more people that were standing while my bag had the seat beside me. I stayed asleep and thought, they can wake me up and ask to move the bag if they really want! But I've put up their loud music, Tik Toks, changing a baby opposite me, smoking on the bus, as well as Ecuador's vendetta against me so I felt these two seats were my right (not to mention I'd paid more than double the actual rate of the tickets sold at the bus station!)