#I AM GEEKING RN
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lupeloto · 7 months ago
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“fresh out the slammer” + s7 gallavich
i’m runnin back home to you
fresh out the slammer
i know who my first call will be to
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my friends tried but i wouldn’t hear it
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watch me disappearing daily
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for just one glimpse of his smile
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satans-knitwear · 2 years ago
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SOMEONE SHUT ME UP. THE ENDING!!!! AAAHHH!!!
Buy my silence cshpp pypl
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fuck-kirk · 27 days ago
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Been moving my book collection by myself and am on the verge of death
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mockingmolly · 2 years ago
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I don’t think words can describe how utterly OBSESSED I am with the attention to detail in this show and how well they utilize visual storytelling. not just with the main cast and supporting characters either!!
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like pardon the shitty phone photos but LOOK!! the little pigs! the horse reaching for a nuzzle into its person! The woman with the stubborn donkey! how every design, tho simple, is unique! This is ONE little scene! they didn’t have to go so hard but they did!!
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teddybeartoji · 2 months ago
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genuinely so amazed at all of the kinktober events you're all so fucking cool and so creative and amazing and sexy and smart and innovative and beautiful and big-brained and and and i love you so fucking much<333333333333333333333333333333333
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bisexualenbyblueberry · 1 year ago
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I don't think my brain has fully processed that a season 6 teaser at Geeked Week means new content. I get to see new stuff. stuff I have not seen before. why does this information jumpscare me like every time I think about it for too long
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rikupid · 1 month ago
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nothing is better than meeting someone who is just as insane as u…
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ballercollective · 2 months ago
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Im going to kill like 10 different people if i hear another peep about payjay because oj ans paper interact in the trailoR IM GONNA LOSE ITTTT IM GONNA GO FERAL STOPPPPPPPP
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bsaka7 · 2 years ago
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I seriously admire how much you write.... my writing process is Positively Snail-like so I'm just sitting over here going "more tetrapod writing?? so soon?? so good?? what witchcraft is this??" lmao
Seriously tho, you write so well. Thank you for blessing the fandom with your talents!
Thank u!!!! i love to write!!! I am super deadline oriented and love checking stuff off my list/love feedback so I think writing fic just plays into that - but at the same time can definitely tip over the other side. Anyway - nothing wrong with writing at any speed, any writing is good writing!!!!! I'm sure whatever u write will rock n roll and I hope to read it!! I'm glad that you enjoy!!!
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misqnon · 1 month ago
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OH
MY
GOD
THIS IS SO PERFECT, EXACTLY WHAT I WAS IMAGINING THE SCENE TO LOOK LIKE!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS GIFT!! I'm going to be thinking about this for the next month or possibly my entire life
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you can read it here, btw!! this scene is from chapter 5 :^)
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A little fanart inspired by @misqnon awesome fanfic called With Him? It's one of my favourite scenes :3
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dreadcartel · 3 months ago
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I’ve been not playing guitar because I have a ridiculous work schedule that essentially makes me pick between one hobby before I leave for the day, and I’ve been picking studying up on penetration testing for like weeks. And people warned me that I can’t just not play guitar because it’s too important for my mental health and I didn’t really take the concept seriously but now I kind of just feel like crying on and off all the time for no particular reason, and it can only be that. Nothing can get to me otherwise. But remove my creative outlet and I’m just fucking miserable.
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maydayprkr · 2 years ago
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marvel fans when they miss marvel being considered geek ass nerd shit
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erb23 · 2 years ago
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Ah... I see... going for the nostalgia angle to theoretically take all my cash.... I’ve been had!
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littlecrittereli · 2 months ago
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NEW REPROGRAMMED AU ANIMATION JUST DROPPED HOLY SHIT
You do such an amazing job capturing EXACTLY what Ive envisioned when writing. ThE emotiONS!!!!! THE ATMOSPHERE!!!! Its like YOU’RE INSIDE MY BRAIN
HOWEVER
THIS PHOTO IS INACCURATE: im actually on my knees sobbing violently and pledging to you my life /pos (YOU’RE AWESOME!!)
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A New animation just came out of the oven!!
A decoded animation :) it took me almost a week to make the animation, but it was worth it, I liked the result, and if you don't mind @martincrushcameback , I used a reference drawing for the animation, I ended up taking it without your permission, forgive me > - <
I never get tired of animating Wild Kratts stuff
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vanweezer · 2 years ago
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kingsley kin list be like: girl in a sweater
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froggibus · 1 year ago
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Mask Off - Stu Macher! Ghostface
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Pairing: Stu Macher! Ghostface x f! reader
Genre: smut/NSFW (w a sprinkle of hurt/comfort cause, cmon guys, it’s me)
Word Count: 2k
Summary: at a party at Stu’s, the last thing you’re expecting is for the masked killer to save you from the man who tried to assault you, or for him to take his turn right after
CW: SA, murder, blood, knives, violence, standard Ghostface stuff, breath play, knife play, unprotected sex (make good choices), creampie, blood kink?, hints of a mask kink, degradation, lots of dirty talk, reader is referred to as a slut/whore, they fuck next to a dead body, established relationship, soft! Stu, Ghostface reveal
guys I just watched Scream 6 and I am so soft for Stu rn idek why. i usually don’t write stuff like this but the Scream movies are some of my favorites (def not cause me and the final girl have the same name…definitely not) and I’ve had HARD ghostface brain rot lately so…here’s this lol
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Sitting on the living room floor of your boyfriend’s house, half drunk and watching movies, everything feels right. Sure, there’s a psycho killer on the loose, and everyone in the house is technically breaking curfew, but you couldn’t care less. Even with Randy geeking out over the Jamie Lee horror movie playing on the tv, you can’t complain. 
The guy next to you on the floor, a couple more beers in than you are, shuffles closer. You side eye him, but don’t say anything. You find yourself looking for Stu—you know how jealous he can get. But your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. 
You take a deep breath and another chug of your beer, hoping to calm the nerves that have found their way into your stomach. You don’t like the idea of your boyfriend being MIA when there’s a killer around. 
Your nerves are shoved away when you feel a warm hand on your thigh. You turn to the guy next to you, who gives you a nod and a smirk. 
He must be an idiot, or not well versed in the politics of Woodsboro Seniors, or else he would know that he’s in your boyfriend's house, trying to feel you up. You roll your eyes, finish chugging your drink, and head upstairs to try to find your boyfriend. 
You don’t even hear the guy get up behind you. 
You duck into Stu’s room, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Not wanting to go back downstairs, you fall backwards onto his bed and relax into the sheets. They smell like him, and the scent is so comforting, it’s almost enough to put you to sleep. 
Almost. 
The door opens and you sit up instantly, expecting to find your boyfriend but disappointed to see the guy from earlier. 
“What do you want?” You squint at him. 
“You disappeared on me, baby.”
“Look, I don’t even know who you are, and clearly you don’t know me, or else you would know that this is my boyfriend’s house. And believe me when I say he’s the jealous type.”
He sits down on the bed, and you shuffle to the other side, drawing your knees to your chest. He seems to take that as a challenge, smirking even wider. 
“Your boyfriend never needs to know.”
“Get lost, dude.”
He’s on you in an instant, lips pressing against yours, body on top of yours. You shove him hard, but that only makes him lean in more. He’s so much bigger than you, so much stronger. The reality of your situation starts to set in, and you drive a knee into his groin. 
He groans, pulling back and slapping you hard. He squeezes your face, eyes angry. “Listen, slut, hit me again and the killer on the loose is the last thing you have to worry about. Do you understand?”
You go to bite his finger but he clamped his hand over your mouth. “Don’t you fucking dare.” 
He presses his hand down hard enough to keep you quiet, trailing his hand up your stomach. You squirm as his hand gets to your chest, still trying to deter him. 
Just as he slips his hand up your shirt, you see the cloaked figure behind him. You let out a gasp that he takes as you enjoying what he’s doing. 
You think it’s a prank, that someone is just trying to scare the people hooking up at the party. But the mask…the cloak…it’s all too real. And then you see the glint of silver and your blood runs cold. 
You want to scream and run away, but at the same time, you want the man on top of you to suffer. You want to hear the knife sink into him and you want to see his blood come pouring out. And with the way he’s touching you, you would rather die than have to tell Stu what happened. 
Not that he wouldn’t understand, but because you’re sure things would never be the same. 
The guy doesn’t even notice the figure approaching, doesn’t even notice the way you’re almost crying into his palm. The figure, that the news has dubbed Ghostface, tilts his head at you. 
You should be scared, you should be running, but you aren’t. Something about him, something about the way he’s looking at you, makes you feel almost safe. At least, safer than the guy currently forcing himself on you. 
He pulls his arm back, revealing the sharpened knife once more, before driving it into the back of the man on top of you. He spasms, blood dripping out of his mouth and down your neck. 
Ghostface doesn’t let up, though. He drives the knife in and out of him, penetrating his skin over and over and over. The sound of sharp metal against soft skin fills your ears, and warm blood covers you. 
Finally, the man goes limp, and Ghostface practically throws him off of the bed. He crawls on top of you, replacing the dead man. His body is warm on yours, and he smells like blood and an almost familiar cologne. 
He slides the flat end of the blade across your cheek, down your jaw and onto your throat. You suck in a breath, trying not to let your fear show. You can hear his breathing through the mask, and the feeling of the cold metal on your skin sends waves of arousal through you. 
You should probably consult a therapist on that, given you survive. 
He pulls the knife away from you, tucking it into his waistband. You squint. Isn’t he going to kill you? 
He lifts up his hands, and for a second you think he’s going to strangle you. But no, he does something that surprises you even more. He removes the mask. 
You gasp, covering your mouth in shock. You’re not sure who you were expecting, but it wasn’t your boyfriend. 
He tilts his head at you, giving you a lopsided grin. “Sorry, baby. I lost my temper.”
You nod slowly, the idea that Stu is the Ghostface killer not quite registering in your mind. He wipes blood off of your face, licking it off of his fingers. Something about the action is so erotic that it has you clenching your thighs. 
“I-I’m sorry,” your voice comes out strained. You’re not even sure what you’re apologizing for—for the guy who assaulted you or for your shock or for seeing him without his mask. 
He pushes the hair out of your face. “Are you hurt?”
You shake your head. You take a shaky breath, your heart pounding and your clit throbbing. 
His hand moves from your hair to your neck, squeezing gently. Stu was always fascinated with stuff like that—pain and breath play and knives. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t fascinate you, too. 
He kisses you, lips hungrily devouring yours. You can taste blood, but you’re not sure if it’s from his face or yours. His hand slides down your waist, bunching up the fabric of your t-shirt and sliding his hand under it. 
“Are you scared?” There’s a smirk on his lips, something dark in his eyes. 
“A little,” you admit. 
“Of me?”
“Not of you. Never of you.”
He just killed a man in front of you—on top of you—but you’ve never felt more safe. And that’s what scares you. Your own desires, your own fucked up thoughts and feelings. 
“You know I’d never let anything hurt you,” he taps his fingers on your throat. “I would never hurt you. You’re mine, and mine alone.”
You tug him to you by the collar of his cloak, shoving your lips against his. He smiles against you, tightening his grip on your throat. Not enough to hurt, just enough so that you can feel the pressure. 
He slides his hand into your pants, laughing at how wet your panties are. He rubs your clit through the fabric, moving his lips to suck and bite at your neck. 
“D’you want me, baby?”
You bite your lip and nod, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Please.”
He’s ripping your panties off and tugging his boxers down in an instant, pulling up his cloak just enough so that he has easy access. He rubs the head of his cock through your folds, gathering up your slick. He kisses you deeply just as he sinks his cock inside of you. 
You never get used to the stretch, the delicious feeling of him moulding your walls to the shape of his cock. 
He pulls out and thrusts back in, his cock going even deeper. You whine, throwing your head back. He laughs at your moans and keeps going, shoving into you at a brutal pace. You cry out in response, the moans falling out before you can stop them. 
His hand clamps over your mouth. “Shh, be quiet. Do you really want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for me? Do you want someone to walk in on you fucking the killer like a whore?”
His words only make you wetter, pussy clenching tighter around him. It only eggs him on more, his thrusts becoming harder and more forceful as he nears his high. 
“Mm, I forgot you like being my slut,” he laughs in your ear, gasping whenever you clench around him. “Fucking me in the bed of the guy I just killed for you?”
You hate how much his words turn you on, hate how they only push you further towards your climax. You dig your nails into his shoulders, bunching up the black fabric. 
He slams harder into you and you know he’s close. You wrap your arms around him, tugging him in closer. He thrust a few more times, movements sloppier, before his cock twitches and you’re filled with hot cum. 
The feeling of his cum pooling inside of you is enough to send you over the edge, leaving you a whimpering, shaking mess beneath him. 
He kisses your forehead, holding you closer to him. “As sexy as you look covered in blood, you should probably change.”
“What are you gonna do?”
He plants a sloppy kiss on your lips. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, ‘kay?”
You nod, rolling out of his arms and standing up on shaky legs. You’re covered in bed, your clothes absolutely soaked through. You head straight for the bathroom, soaking a cloth to wipe the blood from your skin. 
“Y/n,” he knocks gently, “I left some of my clothes out here for you to change into. Go through the window and head through the basement door—I don’t want you getting caught up in this.”
You change into his clothes, trying to ignore the light bruises on your throat and thighs. You love how his clothes fit on you, though. You love being claimed by him. 
You do as he says, sneaking through the basement door and pretending like you were just bringing up another case of beer. 
Randy turns his head to look at you, and for a minute you think that you’re caught. He’s going to say something about your disappearance and change of clothes. 
Instead, he just shakes his head at you. “Where’ve you been? You missed Basic Instinct!”
An arm wraps around your shoulder, the familiar cream coloured sweater draping over you. “She was just helping me get more beer,” Stu shrugs. 
Randy makes a face, but says nothing. He turns back to the tv, and Stu takes that as an opportunity to kiss your neck. “Just so you know,” his voice is barely a whisper in your ear, “I’m keeping the mask on next time.”
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