#I’m talking about lisa frankenstein

[claypotz]

real gfs give their bfs bottom surgery

[motley-cunt]

Lisa Frankenstein but the guy that you pull out of the ground just so happens to be a dastardly barber that was executed for his crimes in the 1800s and he’s still full of pure vengeance but also he’s technically a corpse so you have to constantly sew his body back together because he lost an arm trying to execute someone in your life that was treating him like the society that spiraled him in the first place. This is about—

[yourlocalmissingtexture]

Reacting to Images from things you don’t even Go To yet and getting absolutely psyched about it (and then frustrated and excited because you NEED to Go There) aaaaaahdjrirjfbxbskorfhfotofhahsmdm

[diana-daphne]

Yeah! I totally thought he was cheating with her, it makes the most sense as to why he didn’t seem to care that much that his wife died!

And I assumed taffy’s dad either left or her parents divorced, because I’m pretty sure she said something that implied that her mom had two previous husbands? Like the joke about how she gave the police her 2 older last names?

sad headcanon

notice how, in Lisa Frankenstein, taffy’s biological dad was never mentioned by Taffy or Janet. I think this means that taffy’s dad either died or left when she was very young. It would also explain why Taffy was so quick to adopt Dale as her dad when it was implied that Janet and Dale got married very quickly after starting to officially date.

also, am I the only one who got the vibe Dale was cheating on Lisa’s mom with Janet? The turn around period from widower to new girlfriend was pretty small(six months if I remember correctly) for someone you were married to, had a teen daughter with, and was brutally murdered. I think maybe they were already having an affair and just told their kids they met six months later.

[thebowieconstricker]

Head Over Heels - Chapter 2

(The Creature x Reader)

A Lisa Frankenstein (2024) fic

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Finally, an update! A lot of stuff goes down in this chapter but I’d like to say this: in this chapter, you go through the same experience that Lisa goes through in the movie. I’m not comfortable writing out that experience, so instead, there’s a time skip to after that event has taken place. I know that so far it seems a little self-insert-y, and it DEFINITELY is, but don’t worry, I’m gonna spice things up. Also, I’m cooking up a one shot! Enjoy!

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You looked over Micheal. You’d never had such a straightforward view of him before. He was always sitting in front of you or passing you in the hallway. Never talking to you.

His brown hair was straight and long, framing his very pretty face nicely. He had dark brown eyes and sharp eyebrows. His lips were in a smirk.

Why was he looking at you like that?

“(Y/N) McFadden.” He said.

WHY DID HE KNOW YOUR NAME???

“Micheal Trent.” You replied, trying to sound confident but definitely failing. “You… you know me?” You asked, very taken aback.

He chuckled. “Well, we’re both currently being educated in the same walls of asbestos.” You nodded and smiled at his comment. Micheal continued.

“Plus, you’ve submitted some really strong poems to The Grackle.”

Your eyes widened as you felt your face get hot with embarrassment. The Grackle was your school newspaper, and as soon as you heard about it, you were submitting your poems. In your last four years of school, you had even managed to get some published. But you didn’t think anyone actually paid attention to them.

“You like my poems?” You asked smiling, twisting the lid of the water bottle in your hand.

Micheal shrugged in a way that managed to be cute. “I wouldn’t have published them if I didn’t.”

Oh right, he’s the editor. HE’S THE EDITOR. HE’S READ MULTIPLE OF YOUR POEMS HOLY-

Suddenly, a girl walked over to Micheal, putting her hand on his shoulder. You recognized her immediately by her black lipstick and teased hair. Tamara White. The smile on your face fell.

“Hey Micheal, I found the keg. It’s Clydesdale piss, but, you know…” She was holding a solo cup in her other hand, not bothering to make eye contact with you. Or even look at you.

You cleared your throat. “Hey, Tamera.”

She then looked at you, her eyes narrowing. Dang, she has good eyeliner, you thought absentmindedly. She smiled a bit too wide to be genuine.

“Hi… sorry, do we know each other?”

You fought back the urge to roll your eyes. “Just a couple classes.” You said, gritting your teeth.

She cocked her head. “This year?”

You blinked. “This semester.”

Micheal looked down, fighting back a laugh.

You made him laugh? That wasn’t even funny-

Tamara coughed. “Bless. Anyways, do you want a sip?” She gestured her cup towards Micheal, the drink so full it nearly sloshed over the sides. Micheal took a look and grimaced. “Uh…”

And then, you did something extraordinarily stupid. For some reason, either the atmosphere of the party, or the fear of missing out taking over your body, or your desire to be seen as a well-adjusted individual, you decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to illegally drink for the first time in your life.

“I’ll take one.” You said, a bit too loudly. Micheal and Tamara both looked at you strangely. Micheal frowned, then looked at Tamara as if she was to blame for your sudden outburst.

Tamara smirked. “What? They’re allowed to party.” She outstretched her arm to give you the cup. Staring you down this time, she raised an eyebrow ever so slightly.

This is a challenge, you realized.

You took the cup gingerly and, after taking a breath, took a big gulp.

Immediate regret. The drink fizzed in your mouth and burned going down your throat, straight to your stomach where it immediately began to growl. You hated the smell of alcohol, it was artificial and gross and now it was all you could taste. Also, it tasted like there was something else in there, an extra layer of bubbling that made you lightheaded.

“What is this?” You asked, not noticing Tamara snickering to Micheal.

“You know, I’m not really sure.” She said, making Micheal push her shoulder slightly. Tamara stopped smiling. “I got it off, uh… Darren? I think his name is?” Micheal rolled his eyes.

“Come on. Poor kid just went from Pepsi Free to PCP.”

You were not a kid. You were 18, you could handle yourself. You thought, a little annoyed.

Tamara went back to laughing. “You’re being so dramatic.”

You staggered backwards, your head now swimming with sickness. Accidentally, your leg hit the cooler behind you, making a loud thump and gaining the attention of some of the teens around you.

Including Taffy.

She immediately rushed over to you, concern clear in her expression.

“Hey, (N/N), you okay?” She put a hand around your shoulder, the other going to take your drink. She sniffed it and her eyes widened.

“Did those darksiders give you something?!”

You wrinkled your nose. What kind of name was that? They were cool people, at least Micheal was-

It then occurred to you that you would’ve liked to be Tamara’s friend, actually. You liked her style and the way she carried herself. You recalled walking with her to class your freshman year.

Why did she act like this now?

Taffy poured your drink out in the grass and threw the cup down, then walked around in front of you to grab you by your shoulders.

“This is not what I expected from you! You have so much potential, (Y/N)!” You couldn’t look Taffy in the eyes, the world around her was too busy. You could only stare at the ground.

Taffy stood up straight, then turned to walk towards Micheal and Tamara.

“Hey, you! We need to talk!” She angrily shouted. You heard vague sounds of an argument in front of you, but there was a sudden ringing in your ears, only adding to your discomfort.

You walked awkwardly around the cooler, deciding that what you really needed was to sit down. Heading towards the house, you dodged drunk teen after drunk teen, all living their lives around you. It was like they were in bubbles, perfectly content in their own worlds, as you were completely shut out of theirs. The music around you was loud, the light and colors floating and swirling around you like the Starry Night painting.

Your stomach growled again as you walked past the glass doors shutting you out from the living room. You wanted to make it to the couch, but a pang of sharpness went through your head and you collapsed behind it instead.

How did this get so bad so fast? You thought, head bumping against the back of the couch. These were supposed to be the best years of your life. Instead, you felt like you were drowning.

You pulled your knees to your chest and held your head in your hands. Stomach churning, you realized that you were definitely gonna vomit tonight.

And then, without warning, a small figure walked towards you. Hearing the footsteps, you looked up and squinted, your vision blurry. Slowly, you recognized a face as it crouched down next to you.

“Hey, Y/N.” He was sort of smiling, like he was catching you in an awkward situation.

You furrowed your brows, trying to remember his name.

He frowned at your reaction. “Are you okay?” He put a hand on your shoulder and you flinched, but it was a soft touch. The bright lights of the living room were blaring on his face, making it look like a kaleidoscope.

“Who are you?” You muttered, clear enough that he could hear you.

“Uh, it’s-“ He took a breath. “-it’s me, it’s Doug. Your lab partner?”

Oh, it’s Doug! Doug Ram was your lab partner! He was always pretty nice to you, even if you barely spoke a word in class. He was smart, too. You always got good grades when you worked with him.

You tried to nod, but your head just fell forward limply. Doug’s arm moved to go around your shoulders.

“Okay, um… let’s find somewhere for you to sit for a bit, yeah?”

He helped you to your feet and you leaned against him, despite the fact that he was a great deal smaller than you.

And then, he led you through the party. He rambled about something, maybe about wishing he was somewhere else, but you couldn’t really pay attention. The music was so loud.

As he talked, you wished you were at the cemetery. There, you had room to breathe. It was lush and green and natural. Your companion there wouldn’t be talking so much, and you would feel comfortable enough to drone on and on about whatever you wanted to.

You missed him, Mr. Unmarked. Though you didn’t call him that, you just said, “You,” when you read to him.

Walking with Doug, you walked past a few paintings on the walls, admiring how the paints would swirl and dance on the canvas.

Wait- where were you?

“Who’s your favorite director of all time?” Doug’s random question distracted you from your confusion.

You tried to clear your throat and said, “Pabst,” on instinct. Pandora’s Box was your personal favorite of his.

Doug laughed. “Oh, you’re just reading my beer can.”

You shook your head, somewhat annoyed. “No. He was…” You ran your fingers along the wallpaper as the figures on it twisted. “…a real director.”

Doug made a ‘hmm’ sound. “What kind of movies did he direct?” You turned to him, suddenly giggly. “Silents.” You answered, whispering.

Doug chuckled. “Okay, I’ll be quiet.” He whispered back.

What? No, that’s not what you meant-

And then, a crash of thunder from outside. You jumped, and in the moment, you gagged. Doug quickly realized what was happening and ushered you to a bathroom. You got on your knees over the toilet and started to puke. Thankfully, Doug was kind enough to hold back your hair.

“There ya go, kiddo. How many cans of White Rain you got in there?” He said.

Why was he calling you that? You’re not a child!

You continued to throw up until most of the sick was out of your system. You finally tilted your head back up and motioned to Doug that you were done. He nodded and helped you stand back up, now guiding you to one of the other rooms in the house. This one had a bed, which he sat you down on. Then, he left the room to get you a bottle of water.

You listened to the rain pounding on the roof, soothed by its ambiance. Another pang on thunder shook the house. You smiled to yourself, appreciating the kindness of your friend. At least he was on your side.

He entered the room with a bottle in hand. You took it and immediately uncapped it, then took a long sip. It was cold and crisp, making you feel better already.

“Thank you.” You said to him. He nodded and sat next to you on the bed.

Another roll of thunder. “Looks like the angels are bowling, as my mom used to say.” You chuckled and nodded.

Then… then something happened.

~~~

You ran through the house, down the stairs, back out through the glass door of the living room, tears pouring down your face as you tried to catch your breath. The rain was picking up now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Doug was not kind. He was not your friend.

How could you be so stupid?

You stumbled through the crowd, faces blurring into a mass of cackling forms. Everything was too loud and too bright and you couldn’t do this.

You needed peace.

You needed nature.

You ran into the woods, which wasn’t too far from whoever’s house you had ended up at. With the rain, the usually soft ground was turning muddy, but you ran nonetheless. You could barely see the trees around you, but your body had walked this trail a million times, and it didn’t take you long to find your way to the bachelors cemetery. Here, the thick canopy of leaves above you blocked out some of the rain, though you could still hear thunder all around you.

You walked slowly now, careful not to trip over any of the graves around you. After looking over the forest floor, you finally, finally spotted the stoic bust of your companion.

You moved over to him, his grave standing tall amongst the other lower ones. You found yourself falling down, body leaning almost entirely on the base of his grave. You looked up to his face, still crying, as you whispered the only thing you could think of.

“I wish I was with you.”

And you meant it. Being in the ground, safe and away from everybody else, was all you wanted in that moment.

Your exhaustion overtook you, and you laid at the base of your friend’s grave. A true friend, although you had never spoken. Over the past four years, he had been the most consistent kindly force in your life. You knew that with him, here, at this sacred place, you were safe.

And then you fell asleep.

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[ohemgeeejay]

I watched Lisa Frankenstein today with some of my friends and OH MY GOURD.

When I saw a promotional poster in my local theatre two weeks ago, I was intrigued. When I saw the trailer during the pre-show for Night Swim that same day, I was persuaded. But when I saw Diablo Cody and Zelda Williams on a poster while leaving the theatre, I knew I had to watch it.

And it did not disappoint.

That movie was so good! It was so much fun. The dialogue was fantastic, the humour was well timed and well written, the set design was beautiful, and the general aesthetics of the film were downright gorgeous. I also loved the character dynamics, especially between Lisa and Taff.

I was truly shocked to find that it’s kind of a flop. The critic reviews are so low, which doesn’t surprise me, although it does disappoint me. Especially seeing people call these characters one dimensional and stereotypical. I completely disagree; and I think the way that Taff loved, supported, and stuck up for Lisa right from the beginning was proof of that. She was more than her peppy, popular cheerleader archetype, she was a person and a character of her own.

The lack of love for this movie is crazy! I genuinely enjoyed that movie so much, and I feel an oncoming fixation.

My friend described it as slasher meets romcom and that feels like a decently accurate representation of the vibes. It’s lighter on the horror and heavier on the humour, but it’s absolutely charming.

It’s a great watch, one of the best times I’ve had seeing something in theatres in a while.

And I mean, the poster art is just the cherry on top! It’s gorgeous, and it captures the vibes of the movie perfectly. Huge props to whoever made these posters, I love them and would love to have one for my room.

I’ve seen many call the film “uneven,” or “disjointed,” criticizing its pacing. I understand why some people may dislike it, as it’s an uncommon path of plot progression, but I found it to be very enjoyable. I think that the unusual pacing of the film only made it stand out more.

All around, I really loved this movie. If you liked Heathers, Jennifer’s Body, Beetlejuice, or any other campy cult classics, I highly recommend it. I can definitely see Lisa Frankenstein becoming a cult classic itself in a few years.

I apologize if this post is a bit all over the place, I have a lot of thoughts about this film. And a lot of love for it too. I just had to talk about it, because I cannot get this movie out of my head! I think it’s quickly becoming a favourite, and I know I’m going to have to watch it again.

[memelleity]

lisa frankenstein sentence starters

i think it’s really peaceful and quiet.

____ says it’s a waste of time to try and fix a boy. it’s better to just accept a guy’s flaws.

i wish i was with you.

we killed two people! i could get the clink for life or the electric chair!

you have so much potential.

how will i ever repay you?

things have been moving fast, but i want that.

i know when something’s wrong.

i thought that was gonna last forever, but it didn’t, you know?

i’m okay. i’m fine. it’s okay. i’m good.

not until we bury the body.

i’m not crazy!

“time heals all wounds.” but that’s a lie. time is the wound. takes you further and further from that place when you were happy.

i want to take you somewhere that’s very meaningful to me.

you love me?

it’s okay. one step. right foot, left foot. hold my hand.

i don’t play with dolls anymore.

how about i drive, since you’re not feeling so good?

don’t tell ____ i said this, but it’s actually kind of nice not having her in town.

have you been here before?

not that kind of cure. it’s a band. they can’t make you better. i mean, they can, but… emotionally.

let’s find somewhere for you to sit for a bit, yeah?

you said sisters share.

this whole place gives me the creeps, okay?

you act like you’re happy for me and you care about me, but you’re not really happy for me.

i can never ever talk about it. for personal and legal reasons, and i also pinkyswore.

i knew. i always know. i’m an i.p. intuitive person.

thank you for being nice to me when no one else was.

what happened to your neck?

is it peaceful down there?

i don’t know why i’m talking so much. i haven’t said this many words in a row in forever.

you don’t think i should do it?

is that a rad new trend or something?

you want to be the smart one who likes cool stuff, and you don’t want your girlfriend to like cool stuff. do you know how uncool that is?!

i hate to say it, but you are either crazy or you’re just goddamned inconsiderate.

people are so afraid of death, ‘cause they don’t know when it’s gonna happen to them. it could be an axe murderer, could be the flu, but they don’t know and they hate that.

your boobs look great, by the way.

i don’t know what you’re talking about.

you fixed your bangs! you know, i wasn’t gonna say anything, they were such a mess… but you look amazing now!

i don’t think i’ve ever heard you talk this much.

how about an apology?

it just was never gonna work out between us.

i do wax rubbings of all the tombstones. i have a favorite.

how do you know my name?

i have to get, uh, dressed.

it doesn’t even hurt anymore.

why me? why must i feel so strongly?

you have no idea how scary this is!

let’s not jump to conclusions.

i mean, you don’t need one of those to be a man. it’s actually, like, the least important part, really.

it’s been a difficult day.

i don’t know how i was ever afraid of you.

i’m sorry if this is too much. i know it’s all so new.

i tell you everything.

it’s your fault we’re screwed!

i’m not afraid of death anymore.

i hate parties like this.

did you love her?

this is an active crime scene!

sorry, how do we know each other?

that was an accident.

i feel like i want to apologize for what may have happened last night.

i don’t want to die a virgin.

they’re just things that make you different.

i’m sorry. i don’t mean to be rude. i just didn’t get much sleep last night.

you’re being so dramatic.

i gotta go change my pad.

you’re a great person, ____. and i’m sorry i hurt you.

what do you think happened?

i swear, i would never do that to you.

why are you here?

um, that’s like a… it’s like a back massager.

i’m psychic. also, i think it’s gonna rain.

do you know what happens to people who act out?

that’s really weird, ____.

i love you.

who’s your favorite director of all time?

you should probably get up.

that does sound like the exact description of the hamburglar.

oh, come on. you’re not gonna tell me?

i wished i was in the ground, dead.

what is wrong with you?

you saved me.

just give it a chance.

after ____ died, everyone was in such a hurry to go back to normal. and they kept acting like i had a problem because i couldn’t stop missing her. started to feel like i was going crazy.

shit is transpiring, man.

oscar wilde said, “to define is to limit.”

oscar the grouch said, “scram.”

why didn’t you tell me?

we all have to spend more time together as a family. how can we brady if we don’t bunch?

i just don’t think anyone should be forgotten.

you know i’m usually pretty cool about things, right? but i have a bad feeling about this.

will you cover for me?

i tend to his grave and leave him flowers and… i talk to him sometimes.

you have everything! you couldn’t let me have this one thing?

is there pizza left?

i want to help you. i really do, but i don’t know how.

you don’t want to hold my hand?

i’m really sorry you got electrocuted.

[seewhathappensifyoutry]

i LOVE lisa frankenstein, literally more than anything

it’s my favorite movie of all time, i have watched it over twenty times i know everything there is to know about it. and i love the entire thing

besides one tiny detail

i’m big on immersion in movies, that’s one of the reasons i love lisa frankenstein. they do a fantastic job establishing the late eighties vibe, between the way everyone dresses to the technology to the school and house environments, their language and even the way people talk and interact, i love it. however!! one little piece completely broke my immersion and it was so minuscule but very obvious to me at least???

TAFFYS SEAT COVERS.

these fuckers are in every white girls car right now from amazon and shein!! cow print wasn’t in trend in the late 80s, safari prints were significantly more popular!! let alone PINK cow print in that fabric with the black linings??

the grass and cow on the dash is cute and makes sense for the time period, that was a relatively popular trend in the time! but where would she even get those seat covers!!!

everything else is perfect but if any of y’all noticed anything else please share!! also if anyone else noticed this pls lmk… idk if i’m just a freak

[cabeswaterdrowned]

Thanks for the tag @retiredficwriter + I’m pretty sure @madwomanwithawarehouse tagged me in this ages ago but I either didn’t feel I had enough wips I’d like to talk about when she did or I just.. yk, flopped lol. Anyway. Criteria for this is there needs to be an actual document so the fics I’m writing in great detail in my head don’t count but things that have a titled doc count even in cases where they’re mostly outline. Will just give the title + fandom.

Rules (which somehow didn’t get copy-pasted before so I had to go back and edit) Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs

first three I have published *something* of as in the first 2 chapters or several chapters and then after that it’s all unposted.

Reading TRB (trc) (first 10 chapters posted)

tesselation (trc) (first 2 chapters posted)

Twilight au (trc) first 2 chapters posted)

then after that:

Rose Blood (pll)

challengers au (trc)

Sparia TRB au (pll)

Lisa Frankenstein au (trc)

unattainable (trc)

drabble (trc)

Julia introspective wip (the magicians)

Kevin wip (aftg)

wanna be the power ballad that (lifts you up and holds you down) (Aftg) ((technically I did post a first chapter of this in 2022 but if I ever resume working on it I’ll rewrite that one))

should’ve been me (pll)

pull another string and i’ll kiss your lips (trc)

no pressure tagging: @sergeantpixie @romantichopelessly @chaosandtwo @undergroundash @sofour @crimeronan @thevagabondexpress

[sadclownsc]

About me! I saw a few blogs have these and wanted to do my own :)

I’m 19, bi, go by they/them pronouns and i’m mixed race (half Jamaican, half Welsh).

My favourite artists: The cramps, scary bitches, ICP, she wants revenge, BTS, carlos santana, destructo disk, motley crue, megan thee stallion, x-ray spex

I’m studying accounting so i’ll probably complain or celebrate my course on this blog.

I struggle with my mental health and just want to share and talk about it on here.

My favourite shows and anime : criminal minds, modern family, good witch, one day at a time, brooklyn 99, otherside picnic, haikyuu, kurokos basketball, log horizon, bnha, carole and tuesday

My favourite youtubers: Amber Scholl, Johnnie Guilbert, Jake Webber, Tarayummy, Amy Kay Asmr, Bestdressed, Cinema Therapy, Gibi Asmr, Goodnight Moon, Mina Le, Miss Mina, Sherliza Moe, Trixie Mattel

My favourite movies: Legally Blonde, any monster high, Lisa Frankenstein, Corpse Bride, Princess Mononoke, Howls moving castle, the barbie and bratz movies, The tale of princess kaguya, any xmen and avengers movies, Frankenweenie

My interests: Knitting, Witchcraft, Skateboarding, Watching shows and movies with my parents, daydreaming, alternative subcultures

[the-cat-chat]

August 24, 2024

Lisa Frankenstein (2024)

A misunderstood teenager and a reanimated Victorian corpse embark on a murderous journey together to find love, happiness, and a few missing body parts.

Warning: Review may contain spoilers. Read at your own risk.

JayBell: We’re starting spooky season early! There are good things and bad things about this movie.

One, I love Kathryn Newton and I like that they reallllllly lean in to how weird and dramatic and unstable her character is. Cause truthfully, you would have to be off your rocker to make the bizarre decisions she does throughout the movie. Like no normal and rational person would make these decisions, but it does make sense for her character.

I also really enjoy that they give her a caring relationship with her stepsister, even though they are totally opposites. Honestly, it’s probably the most developed relationship in the movie, and I like that. It’s unexpected, especially with the evil stepmother and the brainless absent father.

On the other hand, the relationship with zombie boy feels kind of lackluster. The whole time I didn’t feel like she actually cared about him at all, but she was just using him to make herself feel better. So their whole "relationship" isn't that romantic in my opinion, and her love confession at the ends feels meh to me.

Also what on earth is with the father? I still can’t figure that relationship out, and it’s weirdly not acknowledged in the movie.

So yeah. I think if Kathryn Newton wasn't the lead, this would be a much worse movie. I think Cole Sprouse does an okay job considering he has almost no lines, so he's there, but almost like an afterthought.

But I have to admit I was invested and entertained, which is honestly better than I expected.

Rating: 5.5/10 cats 🐈

Anzie: I don’t know where to begin. First, I’m sooo ready for spooky season. Second, I recall this was released for VALENTINES DAY. What a power move. I also want to put out the disclaimer that the concept this movie exists in the same Diablo Cody universe as Jennifer’s Body cures some of my soul’s ailments bc Jennifer’s Body holds a very large part of my poor little broken teenage emo heart. Soo just that alone can cover the few qualms I have.

I loveee Kathryn Newton and her acting in this is so phenomenal she’s such a gem. I love how she sulks and scrunches her body and her costumes are amazing. The stepsister is adequately irritating and Carla Gugino as the evil stepmom??? What a performance.

Now the plot. I’m here for it. But it got freakky. Ok so she hangs out alone in a cemetery- it’s the 80s and her mom was murdered. She’s in love with a grave bust??? She goes to a party?? (Seems her not her vibe? but okay) takes pcp- I at points was convinced she was just in one long pcp trip or dream. And I can even get behind the unbelievable notion this guy came back to life- it’s spooky season.

And I might be slightly underwhelmed that Cole Sprouse neveeeeer spoke but I guuuuuuueesss since it’s frankenstein I’ll forgive it bc what was I expecting??? The mutton chops are too much tho.

Anyyyyways the serial killing plot for body parts was unique if unhinged and I totally agree with JayBell that half the time I was convinced her step mom was right and she did need to be thrown in the snake pit (a murdered mom gets a girl at least some meds or therapy right?) - I love that to get him “electrocuted” like in the og story they used the broken tanning bed. I do have to say there are parts and especially the last murder and body part added to Frankenstein kills me and I rather wish I’d never experience, but I’ll add it to my collection. I’m glad Lisa did end up surviving and Frankenstein could talk bc I love a happy ending- and I was totally gonna riot if to avoid the cops she died in the tanning bed.

Rating: 5/10 undead boyfriends 🧟‍♂️

[queenimmadolla]

I know you loved Lisa Frankenstein (for good reason) and idk if you are a horror girlie or not but the movie Abigail just came out and was such a fun movie. Was it scary? Not to me. But it was campy there were certain scenes my jaw dropped because it was just the drama!!! Everyone was amazing at acting!! It's by the same people as Ready or Not and had similar vibes if you watched and liked that. Melissa Barrera (hopefully my phone stops autocorrecting her name) was INCREDIBLE. Kathryn Newton is in it too and this is the second horror/horror adjacent film I've seen her in this year (Lisa Frankenstein being the first) and I now am going to watch her entire filmography

i was actually raving about this on here last friday after i saw it! it’s a very fun horror film, super investing and i wasn’t really expecting to like it but i loved it.

before lisa frankenstein (which still has control of my life—just scored a really cool vinyl of its soundtrack and i’m waiting for a couple more things to come in), i didn’t care too much about kathryn because i mostly watched stuff in which she was a side character—but holy moly did she knock me out with Lisa Swallows and Jessie (Sammy). i am definitely a kathryn newton fan now. her personality out of her roles is pretty endearing too so she seems like an all around good person.

and melissa was VERY good—i love how she portrays these badass women with so much ease—but after THAT scene (i think you know what im talking about) where they had Sammy looking so fucking cool, she stole Joey’s spot as my fav character of the film.

and the miley cyrus memes about it kill me lol

[thebowieconstricker]

HIIIII, I noticed you are writing Lisa Frankenstein/ the creature and I just wanted to give u like a writing idea ( also the creature is SO FREAKING UNDERRATED AND HES SO FINE)

What if the readers just had a bad day, didn’t go as planned ect and the creature takes them to dance in the backyard (like in that one scene) and ends it all with him laying on the readers chest and it’s all cuddles n kisses. Like idk he seems the cuddly kind

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AN: THIS WAS SUCH A LOVELY REQUEST UGHHHH

He is SO the cuddly kind, he loves making his partner feel so special and I’m certain that after being in a grave for so long, the poor baby is touch starved.

It took me a while to get around to writing ‘cause I needed inspiration (aka today sucked and I needed comfort lololololol) anyways our beloved Creature is here to love and comfort!!!! Y’all enjoy <333

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Whoever said senior year was gonna be “different” was a liar.

Three lousy years of stressing over tests, dodging shoulders in the hallways, and crying in your room for what? More homework? More essays? More friends distancing themselves from you and all you can do is watch?

It was hard to make friends in the first place, never mind keep them. You’ve never been the pinnacle of extroverted-ness, so when you thought you’d finally made some pals, you were grateful.

Even if it felt strange sometimes, like when you were always the last one to find out about parties. Like when they always forgot to save a seat for you, or wait up for you.

Like when you had found out they had all planned a movie night tonight without you.

“You can come if you want?” The only thing they could say.

Bullshit, you thought.

So, you weren’t going. You didn’t want another night of awkward small-talk and laughing at inside jokes you were on the outside of.

You had homework, anyways.

Walking to your front door, you noticed your parent’s cars weren’t home. They both had to work pretty late, but you wondered how late tonight would be.

However, this didn’t mean you wouldn’t have company.

You see, through a pretty complicated series of events, you had managed to raise a little hell of your very own. Currently living in your house was a creature, a once living man who had risen from the grave, caked in dirt and grime with electricity coursing through his veins.

A terrifying prospect, one would imagine.

Nay. He was actually just a huge dork.

You never completely understood why he had taken up such a fascination with you, but what you did understand was that the two of you shared a connection. You got each other in ways no one else had. So, after you had gotten over your initial shock at his existence, you had cleaned him up and offered him a place to stay.

Anyways, you opened your door, only to immediately hear the faint sounds of gentle piano. You smiled to yourself.

“I’m home,” you called, somewhat defeatedly. A voice grunted back. You walked to the living room and there your monster man sat, hands gliding ever-so-elegantly across the plastic keys of your keyboard. He paused his playing to look at you. Immediately, he smiled, his eyes brightening. He gave you a small wave, which you returned with a grin that didn’t reach your eyes.

Somehow, he noticed.

He quirked an eyebrow, then pointed towards yourself.

You okay?

Embarrassed, you looked away. Yes, you knew emotions were valid and all that, but it didn’t make you feel any more comfortable sharing your feelings. Avoiding eye contact, you took a breath.

“It was a long day.” That’s all you said.

You heard a gruff sigh in response, which you took to mean I understand. What happened next surprised you, though.

He actually stood up from his piano. You looked back to him and watched as he made his way over to you. He then offered a hand.

You looked at his face. When you had first met him, it was covered in sludge and moss. His face had been completely unreadable. Now, although he was still unnatural looking, his expression was compassionate. His eyes twinkled with kindness, with pure intentions. He was trying to help.

You took his hand, the small grin on your face never leaving. He nodded and gave it a soft kiss, ever the gentleman. Then, much quicker than you expected, he dragged you to the backyard.

You laughed following after him, making exclamations of “woah, wait, slow down!” He continued, and soon, the two of you were in your family’s fairy-light illuminated backyard. It was dark enough to see a few stars in the sky, but what shone the brightest was the moon. You looked out at the dark realm and, once again, your eyes fell upon the creature. He seemed at home in the darkness, a welcome sight.

He looked at you with a grin and bowed.

You giggled. “Wait, if we do this, we need music.” A small radio sat on the sidewalk around your backyard, and you quickly bent down and clicked the play button. The first few notes of one of your favorite songs rang out.

You then looked back at the creature, who flexed his wrist towards you.

Well?

You raised your eyebrows, enjoying the sass. You bowed in return, as regally as you possibly could.

And then, you were swept into his arms. The music was upbeat enough that soon enough, the two of you were twirling each other around. He lifted you into the air by your hips, looking up at you like you’d hung the moon. You raised your arms towards the sky, ‘woo’ing and laughing. Once you were back down, the two of you moved to a more gentle rhythm, lightly swaying back and forth. You steadied your breathing and he smiled looking at you.

After a while, the two of you ended up lying down side by side on the fake grass, staring up at the stars. You had leaned your head on his shoulder, finding comfort in his presence.

“Thanks for… this.” You said in a sigh. He hummed beside you. “No, seriously. This was-“ suddenly, your eyes were watery and you sniffed.

Concerned, he sat up to look at you. “Oh, no, I’m fine.” You tried to stop the tears but suddenly, they were here. Sitting up, you wiped one from your cheek. “Shoot, my makeup.” You whispered to yourself. He quickly moved his hand to gather your other tears, taking care around your eyes. His eyebrows were knitted together with so much worry.

“Sorry, I just- I really appreciate this.” You admitted between tears. His eyes widened, and then he nodded, smiling. He took your hand gently, so so gently, and gave it a small squeeze.

Once again, you leaned your head on his shoulder, then wrapped your other arm around his, a new desire to hold him taking over. His grip on your hand tightened as his thumb caressed it.

The two of you sat in silent understanding, watched only by the twinkling stars above. As the music faded into the night, you felt comforted. This horrible day was over, and now you were safely in the arms of someone you loved.

Loved. You hadn’t thought that word before.

You snuggled your face into the crook of his neck, making yourself comfortable. He laughed lightly to himself at your antics. You felt a soft kiss on the top of your head, making your face warm.

Later, you would find yourselves in a pile of pillows and blankets, stargazing. You laid upon them, fingers tangled in your love’s hair while his head rested on your chest. You’d giggled to yourself when he first put it there, but it seemed right. As one of your hands played with his hair, he traced patterns on the other. Occasionally, it received a soft kiss. As you rambled endlessly about friends and classes and anything else, he listened. Even though he was silent, you knew he listened.

Loved, you thought to yourself.

Sounds about right.

[viktorgf]

—MUTUAL CATCH UP 🫶🏻❤️‍🔥

tagged by @lavampira ❤️‍🔥 @pitchmoss ❤️‍🔥 and @pinkfey my angels i am usually so bad at these but we move i was feeling talkative this evening 🫶🏻

LAST SONG: had to be psalm—daniel olsén cs airbuds also has been putting me on blast about it with the “27 times on repeat!” like. okay. thanks.

CURRENTLY WATCHING: interview w the vampire, the show 🤩 it’s pretty fucked up (affectionate) so far i am vibing

THREE SHIPS: okay don’t @ me i’m gonna blasphemous post— esdras/perpetua is. uhh. yeah. slay. it makes me crazy i have spoken at nauseum abt it. then it’s probably a good orin/minthara cs i just saw crazy art ie: recency bias, and fuckin. idk. and then also blood/weave and i am NOT letting that go into that tag but that ship kinda makes me laugh i guess. idk i don’t ship who are u people

FAVORITE COLOR: i love a good neon blue/ultraviolet combo. i also like pink and emerald green uwu

CURRENTLY CONSUMING: baldur’s gate content through osmosis cs i’m still in act one

FIRST SHIP: brother i have no earthly idea actually genuinely

PLACE OF BIRTH: in the middle of new jersey

CURRENT LOCATION: sigh. i’m still here. alternative answer: in the mind palace

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single and as much as i want to not be i think i can’t handle being perceived as anything other than a being and not a person #derealization

LAST MOVIE: my friend dragged me to go see lisa frankenstein and it was really fun (affectionate) but also a mess (derogatory)

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: putting together a pinterest board for a baldur’s gate tav i had no business making cs i haven’t even come close to finishing my first ever playthrough 🫶🏻

tagging: @thedeadthree @haarleps @simply-jason @bethesdas @killerspinal @yrlietlanaevyss @rosayoro @scalpelsister @bloodofvalyria @benwishaw @ghostfvcker @oc-musings @teamhawkeye @gcthamqueen @ardberts @kirkwall @bearsgrove @druidgroves @newbordeaux and you!

[luveline]

Happy (late) Halloween jade!

I dressed up as Lisa Frankenstein (and looked good!!!) and did maybe the most her thing ever, I lied that I felt ill and left a party early.

I felt a bit bad cus everyone was really nice about it but I’m happy with how little I regret it.

No one was talking to me or asked me who I was. But I think (I hope) that’s a then problem and that I’m not a black hole for conversation.

Sorry if this is too much complaining. I hope you’re doing great today and that you have a great month!

I’m sorry the party went badly honey. It’s really weird to be somewhere to and to know that you’re not perhaps making a dent or that you wish people would just talk to you :( and I’m glad you went home, it’s better to feel comfortable and you did the brave thing by going!

[jennifersbodyfanclub]

"I am just declaring that this movie takes place in the same universe,” Cody told Deadline during the premiere of Lisa Frankenstein. “I have decided that. I will not say that you’d see any overt references to that but I’m saying it."