#Spooky sports t-shirt

[hindboutiqueshop]

Title:

Game On Skeleton Unisex Football Tee

Description:

Gear up for Halloween and game day with our Game On Skeleton Unisex Football Tee! Featuring a bold design of a skeleton dressed in American football gear, this t-shirt brings together sporty vibes and spooky fun. Made from soft, durable fabric, it's perfect for casual outings, Halloween parties, or cheering on your favorite team. With a relaxed fit and eye-catching graphic, this tee is sure to be a hit for both sports lovers and Halloween fans alike. Add a unique twist to your wardrobe with this standout piece!

[brunettegirlwrites]

rafe in the fall is picking out the candy corn from the spooky trail mix because he hates them. warm spiced apple cider. mahogany musk. frankenstein by mary shelley. dark colored flannels. black and white horror films. red stained lips from sucking on tootsie roll lollipops. hearing the leaves crunch beneath your boots. handmade t-shirt blanket with his favorite sports teams that his mom made him when he was 10.

[demonbanger]

kento nanami with goth! gf

MDI | 18+ themes sprinkled in here 🦇 | afab mention

kento, who finds your aesthetic immensely appealing. the black is so soothing to look at after a day of being in front of a damn computer screen. You’re a breath of fresh air.

speaking of that, kento, who loves your obscure, witchy perfumes that encapsulate feelings. like your liminal space perfume, your old library perfume, the one that smells like burning leaves.

kento, who kisses your ankles and up your legs through your fishnets, or the more open parts of your skull tights. if they don’t have a pretty design he loves to rip your tights….not in the fashionable ripped tights way, more…in a special area….

kento, who will absolutely cook you breakfast looking up certain recipes to add squid ink, or shape your morning muffins as little skulls. he thinks your interest in the macabre is cute.

kento, who studiously listens while you talk about your recent vulture culture finds, examines your preservations, and honors the beauty of the specimens (you’re his favorite specimen that he wants to preserve…forever 🖤).

kento, an elder emo (I mean, have you SEEN his first year photos????) who loves when you play your nu wave, really any music you enjoy. If you have the aux, he does not judge and in fact enjoys the gloomy type of song. (emo , goth , alt are of course not a monolith but elder emo is the most common phrase, plus that’s def what his hair was giving)

kento, whose cheekbones are PERFECT for when you want to do a “gf does her bf’s makeup challenge” goth edition. oh how his bone structure is STUNNING in trad goth makeup.

kento absolutely has some gorgeous corporate goth outfits. complete with … harnesses. sometimes you swear he wears his work uniform in an all noir edition when you’re ovulating (he absolutely does track your cycle)

kento, whose dirty whispers in your ears in the batty nightclub can absolutely match a type o song in how sultry they are

kento, who has a reverence for the dead, and will stroll through the cemetery with you to visit his late friend and drop roses.

kento, who shops for little fans, umbrellas, gloves, spooky bags, creepy shades, and more….you’re constantly seeing something on the kitchen table and have to coax him into toning it down a little before you lose closet space.

kento, the perfect man to watch a scary movie with, as he’s stoic and protects you and is so, so brave. he finds their plot enjoyable as you anticipate a jump-scare. you both hate jumpscares. They’re cheap tactics after all.

kento, who goes on Victorian/ romantic / vampire goth tea parties with you. He absolutely has patterned ties, one of your favorites being a spider web tie. One day he pulled out a 3 piece suit of rich dark red and black that suited his features, his brown eyes so beautifully. let’s just say you were under a spell….

kento, who visits you at the nail salon, pays for your beautiful manicures, asks you of the theme this time, and kisses each nail when you leave.

kento, who calls you his adorable black cat. You are in fact the orange cat of the relationship, and he gives off more black cat energy.

kento, who is down to role play during spicy time. he makes for an amazing vampire….biting and nibbling spots on you he’s memorized

kento, who always laces up your corset, your shoelaces, buckles your body harnesses, clips your chains, pulls your tights up, helps you tease your hair, holds up a napkin whilst you apply your white powder (cornstarch) so you don’t get that white on your black outfit. the man just really wants to help you. he will be so patient no matter how long it takes you to get ready. he adores how much care you put into everything.

kento, who finds your gremlin mode Adam Sandler oversized beetlejuice t shirt pj outfit intoxicating.

kento, who usually leaves for work before your night owl self awakens, leaving little notes. Poems about you. It’s giving Poe.

kento, who is the best sport on Halloween. He will help you gather supplies for your costume, ask observant questions about your production of it, and will happily match you and attend costume parties.

kento, who massages your feet in the tub after a long night walking in your platform boots.

kento, who knows the best staying products for his styles….strong or medium hold…and will bring it with you in case you need a retouch for any crazy styles you do.

kento, who calls you his little countess.

kento, who is QUITE LITERALLY that one meme with the guy fixing his girl’s lipstick while absolutely covered in lipstick marks. He doesn’t mind if the dark stain gets on his dress shirt, he has too many anyways.

kento, who swears his glasses fog up when you wear that black bodycon dress….

kento, who carries you when you’re overstimulated from your outfit.

kento, who doesn’t mind being poked by your spiky jewelry. He’s still going in to kiss you.

kento , who will kill for you, will perish for you, and thankfully has done neither.

kento, who holds your hand when/if you get a piercing or tat. you’re a big girl who he swears would handle it better than he does (wait…tatted kento??? Hmmmmmm)

kento, ever the romantic, who surprises you after an evening out…candles lit and dark rose petals strewn about. he is definitely helping you out of that dress

kento, who goes back to the bar to get you another drink as you’re at a concert. he’ll go through the discomfort of finding you again, he can easily spot his beloved anyways.

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A/N: I had to stop myself or this would be a mile long 🖤

[trashmouth-richie]

pt 1: flicker

summary: Hawkins Annual Halloween Festival is in town, and this year you and your friends were lucky enough to work the event. But when some of your co-workers are missing, and a trail of blood leads to the woods behind the festival. Your friends work together to find out what’s going on. A killer is on the loose but who could it be? Or is it the town’s spooky secret of what really happened at Hawkins Lab?

[tickets] [flyer] [clipboard]

pt 2: A SCREAM AND A SLICE

summary: the day is finally here and our joyful crew arrives to get their assignments for the work day.

tw: 18+ only goodbye minors, billy hargrove smut, billy hargrove being a disgusting human being, mentions of drinking and drugs, character death x 3, hallucinations, drunk behavior, etc childhood background stories.

The air is cool and crisp, fluttering an ombré of red and orange leaves all over the carnival. Staff was to arrive no later than 8 o’clock, sporting burnt orange Hawkins Haunted Carnival shirts with red hems on the neck and arms. “STAFF” printed on the back in black bold letters. 

Robin's hair and makeup looked exactly like it did last night, a little smudgy and unkept, the style suiting her personality and image to a T. She was holding onto Steve’s arm while picking gum from the bottom of her dirty converse. 

“Fuck I hate kids,” she grumbled, wiping the last bit of the pink wad of bubble gum on the grass. 

Argyle, Nancy, and Jonathan stood and watched. Nancy with her hair in a perfect pulled back ponytail showcasing her bone structure and light makeup, was wide eyed and bushy tailed, making up for the lack of enthusiasm everyone else brought with them this morning. 

Argyle’s long pin straight hair is braided down his back, and he looks almost half asleep, or maybe he was just high, but more than likely that was just him in general. 

You yawned loud behind your hand for the second time since racing into the parking lot, Eddie poked you in the ribs and shook his head, he had wanted to stop at the gas station for some badly brewed coffee this morning upon finding out that your apartment was lacking any sort of caffeine, but you were already going to be late and Mr. Creel’s speech last weekend about not being on time, would scare anyone straight. 

That is unless you were Billy Hargrove. 

Billy rolled in a full thirty minutes past the time all staff were expected to be dressed and ready to go. A cigarette hung lazily from his mouth and the hickies on his neck were splotchy and fading yellow on the edges. He was clutching a can of beer upon walking over to the group, finishing the contents and tossing it behind his shoulder. 

His chin nodded to Eddie in that douchey dude type of greeting. One he reciprocated with flared nostrils and tense shoulders. 

Billy and Eddie used to be as thick as thieves, running like hellions through the trailer park, with you trailing behind them, trying to keep Eddie out of trouble. They had disturbed any little sort of peace that the tenants ever found there. They tormented the occupants of Forest Hills by egging their houses or lighting bags of dog shit ablaze on their steps.

But the boys were left to their vices much like their parents were. Neil and Al knew each other from high school, oftentimes spending nights at the Hargroves kitchen table laughing after many beers about the cars they’d stolen and the broads they shared. Hands around their chests like parentheses to emphasize the breast size of one in particular. 

Billy’s apple didn’t fall far from Neil’s tree, a ladies man but rotten to the core.  However when it came to Eddie and Al, it was almost as if Eddie’s apple was from a different tree entirely, rough on the edges and a little banged up, but the inside was sugary sweet, much tastier than the sour bite Billy’s had to offer. 

You never forgave the blue eyed boy for pushing you off your bike, a scar still etched into your knees, or for chasing you around with a snake he caught by Coolwater Creek. 

Eddie wiped your tears when you cried to him about how mean Billy was. His own brown eyes welling seeing you so upset. He convinced him to leave you alone. And since that day, you were the driving wedge between them at 8 years old and you stayed there up until last year, when the tie that bound them together was ripped apart.

“You’re late Billy-boy,” Mr. Creel sneered, the pierce of his blue eyes shining like heated crystals, “do you not own a watch?”

“Just got in,” Billy said with a yawn, his muscular arms stretching over his head and showcasing his abs when his shirt rode up. 

“I guess I wasn’t aware you had another job.” 

“Oh I’m not paid for this type of manual labor, I do it for free.” He glances over at you and shoots you a wink. And the shiver that shook through you was anything but pleasant. 

Steve rolls his eyes, pulling Nancy into his front and resting his chin on the top of her head. 

Eddie shifts to the side of you that billy is closest too and blocks his view. He made your skin crawl like it was infested with bugs. 

You didn’t like him anymore than he liked you, Heather Holloway was one of the sweetest girls you’d ever met, and to this day you couldn’t figure out why she fell in his traps. He didn’t care about her, only used her to keep his bed warm when he was out doing God knows what with God knows who. His dick was dirtier than a pile of laundry, and he was out of detergent. 

“Let’s not make this a habit, we have a festival to run, and you,” Mr. Creel says, thumbing through a clipboard, “… are on Corn Maze Duty until sun down, then you’re driving the Haunted Hayride like we discussed last week.” 

“Munson, you and Pebbles? Is that a real name?,”

“no,” you say with a laugh, nudging Eddie in the ribs, he was the only one called who still called you that after your moms had decided to dress you both as Pebbles & Bam Bam for Halloween one year, for Eddie, the name stuck, “it's a nickname from when we were— 

“Don’t care.” 

 “You two are on rides, Hairyten—

“It’s Harrington,” Steve interjects but Mr. Creel doesn’t stop.

“.. will take over for you at sundown and then your ‘band’ takes the stage.” 

Billy scoffs around a lit cigarette and Eddie puts a hand on your shoulder to stop you from reaching around him to slap the mustache off his face. 

“Girl Wheeler and R-guy-el are on games… Buckley, you and Hairytoes will be working the ice cream stand, Byers you’re in charge of taking promotional photos. Please make sure the children are smiling. I don’t need any snot nosed little brats blubbering while getting their face painted like a clown, it will drive down sales.” 

Jonathan nods with wide eyes, checking his bag with fumbling fingers making sure he had extra lenses and plenty of film. 

Nancy stands at attention, flipping through her binder full of the game rules, she had been studying it all week, not wanting to give Mr. Creel any sort of assumption that she wasn’t taking her position seriously. 

“Relax Nance,” Steve purred, a little louder than a whisper, “you’re gonna kick ass at this.” 

You didn’t know Steve Harrington was capable of being supportive of another person until Nancy came along. When they first started going out Eddie and you took bets on whether or not it would last. Nancy wasn’t anything like the other trashy girls at your school throwing themselves at King Steve any and every chance they got. 

She was reserved and shy. Pretty in a classy way, minimal makeup needed on her cherub features. And Steve fell hook line and simp er for her. He lost friends, lost his title at school but he didn’t care. He felt unstoppable with Nancy on his arm. 

It made you wish you had a love like theirs, minus the breaking up part, you had dated before but nothing that would last. 

You remember spending a very drunk night with Eddie once on the roof of his trailer, begging him to tell you who he thought was the hottest girl in school. Going through every grade, every single girl from the mathletes to the athletes, the teased hair of Tina down to the short bob of Barb, but he wouldn’t budge. 

“Come on, Eddie .. that was every girl in the school besides Shit teeth O’Donnell.” you laughed and rolled into his chest, spilling beer onto his shirt, your chin sitting on his sternum as he looked at you with a serious stare.

“Not every girl.” 

“Yeah huh,” you poked at his ribs and his armpits only for him to overpower you completely and pin you down, the ends of his hair tickling your cheeks had you squealing. 

“Say uncle or I’m gonna make you piss yourself.” 

“You wouldn’t dare!” 

The dark glint of mischief in his eye wasn’t lost on you,

“D’ you know me at all?” 

The night ended with your jeans and underwear in Eddie’s washing machine, his boxers on your waist after you took a shower and used all of his conditioner. A $3.00 payback for him actually tickling you until you peed yourself, you were just happy Wayne wasn’t home when you waddled through the Munson trailer with wet pants and a hyena laughing Eddie behind you. 

Diversion was his best game, because he never answer your question. 

“Remember.” Mr Creel said pointing to you and Eddie, “two minute rides if there isn’t a line, one minute rides sounds perfectly fine, three minutes and they’ll puke on the floor, 4 minutes and you’re at Satan’s door.” 

He recited the creepy poem without blinking, simply looking from your face and back to Eddie’s, a grim smile on his Curt lips. When he was through he turned on his heel and walked away, snapping at Heather and Chrissy to get to the face painting station. 

“Well that wasn’t weird at all.” Eddie said, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised into his frizzy bangs, clearing his throat. 

“Yeah no shit,” Steve grimaced, “such a weird mother fucker.”

Nancy shut her binder and spoke to you, “sorry about last night— I think I’m just a little stressed.” 

“No worries, Nance, Eddie ended up staying at my place and we smoked a bit and went to sleep.”

“Don’t forget about that weird shit with the streetlights,” Eddie chimed in. 

“Streetlights?” Jonathan asked you, “what about ‘em?” 

“Nah man it’s cool,” Eddie chirped in, lighting a cigarette and offering it to Jonathan, “Pebs and I smoked a little too much, thought we saw some weird shit, that’s all.” 

“Well, my lights went out last night, went outside to check it out and the whole street was dark.” 

Maybe you weren’t high as fuck lastnight on Rick’s Redrum. What if there was actually something strange going on. 

“Did they turn red and explode?” you ask him, trying not to seem too alarmed that someone else who wasn’t high and on the complete opposite side of town experienced the weird lights. 

He picks a scab on his arm between blunt fingernails, uninterested in the conversation, “no idea, just noticed they were burnt out..didn’t see anything else, but hey, I’ll see you guys later okay, I forgot my wallet.” 

With that he turns and leaves, holding his satchel close to his body so the expensive camera attachments don’t break. 

Steve and Nancy kiss each other goodbye and Argyle steps forward to Steve batting his eyelashes, “what about me handsome?” He laughs before Steve can smile awkwardly and walks beside Nancy, asking about her new Reeboks. 

“Six months since we played truth or dare at Munson’s and that guy won’t let it go,” Steve says, shaking his head, “see ya later, don’t have too much fun,” with that he grabs Robin’s elbow and directs her towards the Scoops Ahoy stand. 

Eddie laughs at the memory of a peachy cheeked Steve leaning in to press his lips to Argyle’s. A dare that had Nancy in tears, and had you comforting her for an entire week. 

It was the same night that you had drunk almost an entire handle of vodka and woke up naked in Eddie’s bed, next to Jonathan. 

To this day you don’t remember what happened. 

You left in a hurry when you woke and realized the sleeping body next to you was not only naked but belonged to Jonathan Byers, and you didn’t have any panties on. 

Grabbing your clothes and shoving your feet into your shoes, you stepped over Argyle’s cocooned form in the hallway— using the bathroom rug as a blanket. 

Tiptoeing over the squeaky parts of the linoleum floor you made a glance to the living room and saw that Eddie was sawing logs in Wayne’s recliner. 

You felt dirty, full of shame and guilt as you looked at him forlornly, not able to nail down why you had felt that way. Eddie and you were friends, nothing more than that. 

The door shut behind you in a quiet creak and you sped home as fast as you could, bleary eyed and confused. 

Thankfully, Jonathan wasn’t upset when you told him the next day that you didn’t remember what had happened, and he was relieved, chuckling with a hand on the back of his neck, because he hadn’t remembered that night either. 

You vowed to never tell a soul about that night, and you waited for Eddie to ask you about it, to make some crack about him finding your panties in his room, but he never spoke a word of it. 

You stifle a nervous laugh, “yeah that night was crazy.” 

“yeah no shit, Wayne’s still mad that I ruined his cowboy boots.” 

You smack his chest with the keys, laughing at the memory of his white ass and wild hair running down the dirt road, wearing only Wayne’s boots and his cowboy hat to cover his dignity, the first dare of the night, “c’mon, Munson, I’ll race ya.” 

-

The day flew by, people came from all around to shove their asses into the metal seats of the rides you and Eddie were in charge of. 

Kids of all ages ate melty ice cream and got their faces painted into princesses, witches, pumpkins and spooky ghouls and goblins. 

Eddie’s little gaggle of DnD buddies from high school ran through the carnival like they owned the place. Hootin’ and hollerin’ making themselves look like a bunch of assholes, and you wondered if he sometimes missed that part of being in school. 

Steve and Robin were fending off Erica Sinclair and her many attempts at getting free samples, but realizing if they did give her what she wanted, they’d run out of ice cream and have to close up earlier than expected. Erica Sinclair would later leave the carnival with a sugar high and a stomach ache. 

Argyle gave away the giant stuffed bear on the first ring toss game, earning him a psychotic look from Creel and whiny kids all day not having anything to look forward to when they won, but nothing a few coupons to Surfer Boy Pizza wouldn’t fix when the parents got involved. Nancy was almost in tears at the way Argyle didn’t follow the rules and his dude-like approach to the day's events. 

—

Robin was in a mood, her normal chaotic rambling mouth self was eerily quiet today. An abnormality for the freckled face girl. And Steve was doing what any normal best friend would; hounding her on what the hell was going on. 

“Drop it pretty boy, I mean it I am fine!” She tossed the ice cream scoop back into the carton container and slammed the freezer door, huffing and lighting a cigarette. 

He saw the way her demeanor changed when Vickie showed up to the carnival with her boyfriend. The same boyfriend who Vickie had promised Robin that she had dumped months beforehand. 

Steve watched as Robin’s eyes flashed with hurt and anger as Vickie sauntered up to the Scoops Ahoy booth, no look of guilt or shame anywhere on her porcelain features, she acted completely oblivious to Robin’s behavior, like she had never even met her before. 

“She’s a bitch Robin,” Steve jabbed, hooking a thumb over his shoulder and wiggling his keys,  "I'll go run her over with my car right now if that’d make you feel better.” 

She had to admit, watching the light leave Vickie’s eyes might make her feel better. The crushing of her bones would play like a symphony in her head. She wanted her to hurt just as much as she was right now. 

“Nah,” Robin says shaking her head, “not worth it, let’s just get day drunk instead, or better yet,” she pushed her ass onto the counter, and swung her hips out to the opening, her long legs hitting the dirt and crunching beneath her converse, “is Argyle still working games with Nance?” 

—

“That’s what I’m sayin’ man, fuckin’ aliens and shit,” Argyle says with blood shot eyes, “this town, it’s crawlin with em, you’re not one of them are you, Byers?” 

Argyle was on one of his many pot induced tangents about aliens and monsters. It was hard to tell if he was just high or if he truly believed in multi dimensional beings that walked the same paths we did but were hidden from us by the government. 

“I think,” Jonathan says, adjusting his camera around his neck and holding it to eye level, “that you spend too much time with Munson,” he angled the camera just right and snapped the shutter button. Capturing candids of kids throwing softballs at steel milk jugs set into a triangle.  

Argyle wipes his upper lip and throws a braided lengthy lock behind his shoulder, “and how do you know Eddie is wrong? M-Maybe Dungeons & Dragons is real. And the dice is like, the days we have left,” his eyes widen further as he licks at his lips absentmindedly, rambling on, “Eddie’s putting us all into little situations, so he’s like a- a god or a master! Like figurines and shit…”

Jonathan tries his best to drown out Argyle’s stoned ‘epiphanies’ knowing all too well the rabbit hole he’d fall down and wouldn't be able to see the light of day until the lasting effects of purple palm tree delight subsided. 

Argyle’s eyes go wide, “…yeah I hope I got a long sword or something, I’ll definitely need it.” 

“DnD isn’t real,” Jonathan huffs in annoyance, “it’s a fantasy game, one designed to make you think outside of normal everyday life, at least that’s what Will says.” 

“Will the Wise,” Robin calls from behind them, her long fingers tangled in her hair, trying to put her short cut into two little ponytails, “isn’t that what they call him?” 

Jonathan nods, “yeah, yeah it is.” A smile of appreciation on his face, “how’s ice cream going? I saw Vickie… sorry.”

“Love that kid, and yeah that’s why I’m here, need to forget,” she says leaning against the softball toss, the toe of sneaker catching the knee of Argyle’s colorful pants, her forefinger and thumb up to her lips, “you carrying today or do I actually have to pay Munson?” 

“Nah little birdy, I’m all out,” Argyle says with eyelids half closed, “but I heard Rick’s runnin’ some new shit, kinda psychedelic like.” 

—

By six in the afternoon, Eddie was crabby and ready for Steve to take over. His hair was sweaty and a bandana was tied around his head. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, showing off his muscles and the tattoos on his arms. 

“Take it easy with this shit, ‘m serious,” Eddie says passing Robin the joint and pocketing the cash, “we saw some weird shit last night after smoking, just go to the woods or somethin where no one will see you.” 

Robins fingers clasp the paper of the joint and hold it into a loose fist, she bows and salutes Eddie, “Aye aye cap’n, I promise, I’ll be good.” 

He watched her leave and shook his head. He didn’t know the entire ins and outs of Robin’s relationship with Vickie, but he knew enough that Robin was hurt more than she was happy, and he felt bad for her. 

At least Robin was brave enough to be her true self. Eddie couldn’t even tell the girl he had a crush on for years that he liked her. 

“These kids are fucking assholes,” he said to you when you brought him a lemonade and bummed him a smoke, “yeah I’m talking to you Mayfield, shouldn’t even be on this ride with two broken arms but what the hell do I know?” 

The redhead flipped him a double bird and yelled out, fucker! as her basket on the Zipper spun faster and faster. 

“Were we like this sophomore year?” Eddie asks you around a puff of smoke. 

“Oh absolutely not,” you said matter of factly, “we were worse.” A smile breaks from your lips and Eddie returns it, only his crinkled out your favorite dimple. 

“Fuck man,” he exhaled, hitting a random button on the ride, and raising his eyebrows when it beeped back at him and shook the baskets loudly, “this whole town still thinks I did that shit to Higgin’s dog.” 

It wasn’t a secret what had happened. And as much as everyone swore it was Eddie who did that heinous crime, he was with you that night, stealing cartons of cigarettes from the gas station while the attendant was busy trying to get your number and look down your shirt. 

You knew Eddie was innocent but the town wasn’t convinced, even Wayne questioned him for a while about it. But Eddie wouldn’t squeal on you, knowing that you were just as guilty as he was, and he wouldn’t tarnish your squeaky clean reputation. Not even to save himself. 

“We know the truth, and that’s what matters,” you breathe, stealing the cigarette from his hands and placing it into your mouth. 

Eddie shakes his head, “yeah I know, just wish we knew who did do it.” 

“Ri runno Raggy,” you said using your best Scooby Doo impression, “rits a rystery.” 

Eddie chuckles and shows you his dimples again, a pretty blush painted on his cheeks, “you can always get me to laugh, even when I’m pissed the fuck off at some little shits.” 

He plucks the rest of the cigarette from your lips and takes the last drag between his thumb and forefinger before flicking it off into the dirt. 

He brushes an eyelash from your cheek with his knuckle, and he holds it there for a bit, unconsciously licks at his lips,  “That’s why you’re my favorite,” he admits for the one hundredth time, but it still felt good to hear. Still made your stomach somersault and the glittery butterflies flutter. 

Before you can say anything the kids on Eddie’s ride start screaming to get off, having been spinning upside down for over the time limit. Satan’s door according to Creel. 

“Shit,” he mutters before turning the ride down, the heat on your cheeks and the burn from his finger still there. 

—

“c’mon I know you wanna,” the clink of his flask unscrewing followed by the chugging slurp from his throat burned her ears, but not more than the red pock marks on her forearm from his cigarette ashes.

She didn’t want to lose him, she knew how lucky she was that he tolerated her and kept her around. After all he only fucked the other girls to piss off their boyfriends. But she meant something to him. Right? 

“Are you sure no one will see us?” She was used to the thrill of being with Billy, mistaking the fight or flight feeling for adoration, the crazed look in his eye for lust. 

He was everything all the other guys in Hawkins were not. A legendary bad boy. All leather jackets and tight jeans, the prettiest eyes she’d ever seen, a fast car that smelled of musky cologne, cigarettes and sex on Friday nights. 

He had shown her things only seen in movies, hickied her up in spots that only he would see, and fucked her in places that would make Satan himself jealous. 

Heather Holloway was completely wrapped up in everything Billy Hargrove brought to the table, only to be leaving starved for more. 

“Who fuckin’ cares,” he grunts, lighting a cigarette and blowing it towards the orange painted sky, “ain’t nothin’ they haven’t seen before.” 

She obeyed like she always did, a simple okay Billy and she was on her knees in the soft upturned soil, nothing but a single row of pale yellowing corn stalks behind her, rustling against the breeze and knocking against one another in a broken violin screech. 

She adjusts her dark curls away from her face, and waits with an eager mouth for what he has to offer. The teeth of his zipper purr as he undoes his pants, holding a thick meaty cock up to her pretty lipgloss smile. 

He’s putty in her hands, rocking his hips up to shove himself further into her mouth, and he groans when he falls into her wet throat. 

Fuck Heather, that’s it. 

He doesn’t hear the scraping of the corn leaves on a quiet shoulder, or the way the dirt crumbles underneath footsteps. He’s high above it, drunk on the feel of his dick in Heather's mouth, and the slight graze of her teeth against his shaft. 

The blade is dull, taking much effort to slice through the muscles of Billy’s back and angling upwards beneath his ribs into his lungs.

Billy gags and gurgles on his own blood, noises that could be easily mistaken for pleasure. The knife is unsheathed and slid across Billy’s throat in a fluid motion spilling claret colored blood down the front of his shirt, he’s dead before he hits the ground. 

Heather is frozen with fear, she lets out a scream that’s stopped cold by the blade puncturing her temple, her lifeless body falling to the soft ground with a thud. 

The blade is wiped clean. Any blood splatters are left on the mask and hidden in the tree line, their lifeless bodies are stuffed further into the corn maze, vacant expressions on their cold faces. 

—

“… Jesus Christ.” 

“Beautiful isn’t it?” 

Standing 10 feet tall and brandishing slick, gray translucent skin, the flower head shaped monster screeched at the sight and smell of blood pumping, racing.

“Exactly how he described, I can't believe the tunnel leads here.” 

“The tunnels are all over Hawkins, he designed it, just like they said he would. Now c’mon, sun is about to set and I need help figuring out this code, son-of-a-bitch wrote it like a damn puzzle.”

—

Eddie wasn’t kidding, the strain was powerful. Robin was walking in a dream land of brownie covered ground and licorice grass. She was seeing things;  beautiful, ominous, things she wouldn’t be able to describe. 

And she knew she was high when she heard a high pitch scream from the corn field on her right— damn this shit was good. 

Her face was sticky and so were her hands, the sky spun above her as she laid flat on the cake bed ground, watching the tangerine soda sky as it shifted above her like a kaleidoscope. 

But no matter how many times she blinked her eyes, one piece of the dream never blurred away. A figure standing straight in the air below a tree branch. 

Upon further eye squinting, Robin realized she recognized it to be someone she knew very well. 

She had seen those eyes before. She had felt those hands on her skin. And the gold ring on the delicate middle finger looked way too familiar to just be a coincidence. 

But there wasn’t any way that this could be real, just a prop for a good gag right, or the everlasting effect of the funny smelling joint from Eddie. 

Because why was Vickie standing stone still..? With a large knotted necklace around her pretty neck, covered in red paint, and why wasn’t she moving? 

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part 3: THE ROCKSTAR AND THE REDLIGHTS

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[juliwuzhere]

Got any Max headcannons?

I think one of the headcannons I often include in my daydreams or writing is the idea of his parents, before camp had been something they could sign up Max for, making him do a TON of other activities. And it didn’t stop after Max meet the age requirement for camp Campbell. When Max isn’t at camp, he’s doing all the other activities he is forced to do after school or on weekends. Sure, most of them his parents probably signed him out of due to them being too expensive or because Max complained too much, but for the most part, he has done an extensive amount of activities. The first activity that came to mind after reading this post? He’s probably done it and mastered it.

I mean seriously, this kid has only been doing gymnastics for a couple months. He had from august all the way to June to practice gymnastics, and he’s already so good at it the show writers had to make him do the obstacle course off screen?! (Actually it was probably because of the budget, but you get my point.)

And not just that, did you see the way he wielded that spear back in season 1 when Ered took over camp? I’m sorry, but that kind of skill with a spear isn’t just built into baby’s from birth.

Im also of the firm belief that most, if not all, of Max’s clothing is either too big or too small. Listen, I don’t think his parents are extremely abusive, physically or mentally. I think, like Max said, they don’t care. They give him the bare necessities a kid needs, food, clothes, a roof over his head; however, they do just that, the bare minimum. Let’s be frank here, they probably don’t know his size in any piece of clothing. A hoodie is actually a pretty good nod at that fact. Hoodies aren’t very tight like a t shirt, so they could get him an Medium or large and it’s not that obvious how big the hoodie is.

This also leads to my third head cannon. Of course, his parents give clothes and food, but most of the time it’s leftovers or just ingredients. Which means that Max most likely cooks really well.

Another one I have, and this one may get me burned at the stake, is that Max’s hair doesn’t look that bad in the morning. Now, hear me out! I get it, imagining Max having a birds nest in the morning is pretty funny. But I honestly think that after the events that occurred at Spooky Island, Max, Sasha, and Pikemen, whether they want to admit it or not, did grow a friendship. Sure, it isn’t a very nice friendship and Pikemen still attacks the camp, but they are a lot more friendlier towards each other. Because of this, I know that Sasha definitely helped him develop a skin and hair care routine. (The skin routine is more eye bag related since they’re like 11) Before the events of season 4, yeah he probably looked like shit most days, but the year after that? You could give Max shit about his attitude, but definitely not his appearance. For all I know, Sasha bought him some cologne or some crap.

He definitely has insomnia, I mean cmon. This kid has saved the camp from a cultist, the woodscouts, etc. I’m sure he has at least SOME issues sleeping. I sure would if I knew the guy who had brainwashed me and my friends and tried to kill us was still OUT THERE. (In Antartica possibly, but still.)

This technically applies to my previous head cannon but whatever. He can play guitar, just doesn’t want David to know because he will 100% force Max to play at the campfire. Max would thrust himself into the bonfire before you saw him agree to do that.

Max is really good at sports and in term is very competitive. But like, he’s both of these things but…terrifyingly so. Sorry, gonna go on a tangent to explain my thought process but hear me out for a second. I’m actually planning on writing a fanfic about Nerris learning hypnotism (they think it’s the closest thing to real magic) and accidentally actually doing it to Max after failed attempts on all the campers while at a sleepover. David catches them because it’s past there curfew and, to get out of trouble, Nerris decides to compromise with him. They tell David that if he lets all of the campers go without having to clean the messhall or whatever punishment he’s going to give them, Nerris would make Max actually participate in the camp activities. One thing leads to another and Max ends up actually doing all the activities with no complaining. But turns out, he’s way too good. None of the campers can actually beat him in anything, not even there own activities. Soccer, basketball, tennis, pickleball, archery, rock climbing, he can do it all. But like, imagine playing with someone who beats you every time and in less than a couple seconds. Obviously, everyone is mortified and decide to never give Max crap for not participating.

TLDR, Max doesn’t participate in activities because a) He doesn’t feel like playing games with people who can’t serve a volleyball, because you have to remember that most of these kids are probably really un athletic or nerdy, and b) Although he doesn’t want to admit it, he doesn’t want to be that kind of dick. After the events of the last summer, he’s not as rude. But of course, he still talks shit about their skills.

Sorry it took me so long to reply, if you couldn’t tell I got too excited writing this. Thanks for asking! I love answering and talking about story ideas and camp camp headcanons. Especially Max since he’s my favorite character (basic, I know, shut up imaginary hater.)

[amazingmsme]

You Can’t Do This, I’m Old!

AN: Thus marks the end of my head start on tickletober lmao. This was so much fun to write! I hope we see more Fionna & Cake fics come out of the community, this show is amazing! Just some Simon & Marcy fluff with bonus bubbline, here’s day 7! Don’t expect the new fics to be as long as these last few have been. Enjoy!

Bubblegum and Marceline had been quietly giggling to themselves at the kitchen table while Simon occupied himself with an old documentary. It featured the animals of the old world, his world, before the fallout and magic turned them into fantastical monsters. Out of all the things he missed from his time, he had neglected to appreciate the mundane creatures. He regretted not giving them the proper attention while he had the chance, so his eyes were glued to the screen, doing a fairly good job of tuning out the loud conversation happening a few feet away.

Bubblegum held some kind of bright pink gun in her hands, fiddling with a knob on the side to change the setting to makeover. She aimed the device at her girlfriend and pulled the trigger.

Marceline coughed and sputtered as she waved away a cloud of smoke, looking down at her clothes and burst into loud laughter. Her ripped jeans and band t-shirt-turned-crop-top were replaced by a purple tube top and a hot pink tutu, complete with pink fishnets and heels.

"Oho man, I look like some rich tranch!" she exclaimed, reaching across the table to grab the gun. "My turn!"

Bubblegum jokingly tried to keep it out of reach before letting her yoink it from her grasp. Marceline took aim and fired, another bout of laughter overtaking her.

PB had been sporting a casual look, with shorts and a soft sweater, but now stood in a polka dot leotard and a rainbow wig.

"What the jam! Mine's way worse!" she cried, taking the gun back. Simon finally glanced over to see what all the fuss was about and smiled fondly before returning his attention to the screen. She held the  gun upside down and pulled the trigger once more, reverting their outfits back to normal. She looked at the settings listed on the side and chuckled to herself, blocking it with her hand as she turned the knob.

"Hey I wanna see!" Marceline craned her neck to read over her shoulder, but her view was effectively blocked. When she was done, she pointed the gun and pulled the trigger, this time conducting a scan. When seemingly nothing changed, but Bonnie was still giggling at the device, Marceline was more than skeptical.

"Okay, what did it do?" she asked, hand on her hip.

"C'mere, look!" Bubblegum waved her over to look at the small screen on the back of the device. Marceline shuffled over, resting her chin on Bonnie's shoulder to peer at the screen. It displayed a full view of Marceline in a T-pose, various parts of her body glowing different colors.

Marceline was about to ask just what the hell she was supposed to be looking at, when the words at the top of the screen caught her attention. They read: Tickle-O-Meter. She reeled back with a playful shout, shoving Bonnie's shoulder as she giggled.

"Whahat? I needed a leg up for our tickle fights! Now, I know aaaaall your seeeeecreeets!" she said in a mock spooky voice, wiggling her fingers threateningly.

"Wanna bet I still win?" Marcy challenged, leaning across the table with a smug smirk. Bubblegum blushed, too flustered to realize Marceline had stolen the gun and scanned her before she could stop her.

"Ooo interesting," Marceline drawled as she took in the information, keeping Bubblegum at bay with one hand and keeping their new toy out of reach with the other. She looked her up and down and smirked, snickering behind her hand.

"Your palms? Really dude?" she teased, snatching for her wrist. Bubblegum squealed and yanked her arm back protectively.

"Hey, it only got really bad after my candy powers came in!" she said defensively, a nervous smile playing at her lips.

"Aaaw, that's cute. Gimme," Marcy made another grab for her hand, this time being successful. Bubblegum was already giggling and weakly tugging on her arm. She couldn't stop the surprised snort that escaped as her girlfriend began scratching the center of her open hand. Bonnie's laugh was high pitched and joyous as she kicked her legs under the table, laying her head down on the smooth surface to hide her blushing face.

"Ohoho man, you're in trouble now. I don't think I'll ever let you live this down!" she taunted, going as far as to add an evil chuckle.

"Mahaharcy plehehease!" she begged through her laughter, smacking the table with her free hand, which Marceline promptly snatched up and switched targets.

"In a sec, can't ignore ol' lefty over there!" she laughed at her own joke, giving the same treatment to Bonnie's other hand.

The scene was sweet and domestic, and Simon loved nothing more than seeing Marceline be happy... but they could be rather loud. He didn't want to ruin their fun however, so he compensated by turning the volume up on the tv. The narrator's voice could just be heard over the sound of giddy shrieks and giggles as he settled back on the couch.

Marceline had let go of her hand, opting instead to kiss and nibble on Bubblegum's neck, leaving her thrashing around and cackling. She finally managed to shove her head away, sticking her tongue out as Marceline wore a smug grin.

"You're mean," Bonnie said, though the smile softened her words.

"Mmm, you like it when I'm mean," she shrugged. The princess just rolled her eyes, fondly shaking her head.

"Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that," she quipped, eyes lighting up when she saw the pink gun still laying on the table. The quickly tapped Marcy to get her attention, pointing at the gun, then at Simon.

"Oo oo do him next!" she exclaimed in a loud whisper. The look of mischief that crossed Marceline's face was downright horrifying.

"Now why didn't I think of that?" she wondered aloud, lining up her "shot."

"Because I'm the genius," Bonnie piped up, smirking at the playful glare sent her way. She pulled the trigger, and within seconds a diagram of Simon appeared on the screen. Practically his entire body was lit up.

Neither girl could contain themselves.

Simon was really trying to pay attention to his show, but curiosity killed the cat, as they say.

"Okay I'll bite, what is so funny over there?" he asked, pausing the tv.

"Just this cool new gadget PB made. Here, check it out!" Marceline tossed him the gun, watching him fumble for a second before securing it in his hands. She floated over to the couch and set next to him, watching as he admired the sleek design.

"Fine craftsmanship as always," he complimented and Bonnie beamed with pride. It didn't take him long to notice the screen with his likeness on it. He squinted, leaning in. "Now that's funny, why am I all glowy like that?" Bubblegum barely stifled a laugh as she stood behind the couch.

Simon adjusted his glasses as he read, muttering the words to himself under his breath and cutting off abruptly. His posture was ramrod straight, and a blush was quickly spreading across his cheeks. Wordlessly, he handed the gun to Marcy with stiff, almost robotic movements and stood up to head to the bathroom.

If only luck would have it.

Marceline easily pulled him back down onto the couch, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to keep him in place.

"How come I never knew this about you?" she asked casually, too casually in Simon's humble opinion.

"Oh uh, I-I don't know. It was the apocalypse, we had more important things to worry about," he deflected the question.

"Yeah, but you still made sure I had plenty of time for fun and games. And I think I did ask, and you were super dodgy about it. Kinda like now," she teased, nudging him with her elbow. He scooted away and let out an annoyed huff.

"I know what you're talking about, and I was not being dodgy, I was totally going to answer but then an oozer came out of an alley and we got distracted!" he explained in a ramble.

"Excuse excuses," she said, grinning from ear to ear. Simon couldn't help but smile when he looked at her, and he rolled his eyes with a huff.

"Besides, I'm too old for that nonsense anyway."Hoping to end the discussion, he reached for the remote, but it wasn't on the arm of the couch where he had left it a second ago. "Wha-?" he looked around for it and froze when he saw Bubblegum staring down at him, remote in hand. It was just the distraction Marceline had needed to pounce.

"Too old for THIS?" Within an instant, Simon's face was smushed into the cushions as Marceline tackled him. She heard a low groan from under her.

"Yes! And I think I broke my nose on your brick of a couch," he mumbled into the red leather, making Marcy laugh.

She rolled him onto his back and checked his nose, which looked perfectly fine. "Nah, I think you're good." She said, resting her hands on his sides. The touch made him flinch, expecting a her to strike. Well, he didn't plan on sticking around for it to turn to that.

He was trying to crawl out from under Marceline when she tweaked his side, causing him to squeal and effectively stopping him in his tracks.

"Where ya goin' Simon?" she asked, and he could hear her smirk.

"To the bathroom, where there's a door and a lock," he sassed, still attempting to drag himself to safety.

"Woooow, so you're really not gonna let me test this out?" she spoke with a lower, more dejected tone than before. Simon furrowed his brows and stopped his struggling.

"Hey, what's with the long face?" he asked, growing concerned as he watched her lower lip start to tremble.

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "She's just trying to guilt trip you Simon-"

"Shh!" she cut her off in a harsh whisper before getting back in character. "Pleeeeeaaaase Simon?" she asked, batting her lashes. He pointedly looked away from her.

"No."

"Pleeeeeaaaaaase?" she begged louder, poking along his side. He barely held back a few snickers, batting at her hands as a blush spread across his face.

"Marcy!" he "scolded," hiding a growing smile behind his hand.

"Come on, you have to let me! You never laugh anymore," she justified her case, causing him to turn a few shades darker and stumble for an answer.

"Wha- no! That's not true, I laugh all the time!" he argued.

"Oh yeah? When's the last time you laughed then?" she challenged. He opened his mouth to answer, but promptly shut it as he thought about the question. He crossed his arms and looked away, a smart remark on his tongue.

"Well I don't keep track." Marceline scoffed and Bonnie chuckled, knowing he just sealed his fate.

It was the last coherent thing he said.

He had no hope of holding back the shriek he made when Marceline squeezed his hips, nor the giggles when she continued up his sides.

"Mahaharcy wahahait!" he cried, wrapping his arms around his stomach and sides tightly. To his surprise, she stopped.

"Okay."

Simon stared at her in shock and apprehension. "Wha-?"

"You said to wait. So, what am I waiting for, exactly?" she asked, smugness creeping into her voice.

"You're really gonna do this to a poor, old man like me?" he asked, trying to pull a reverse on the guilt trip from earlier. He wasn't nearly as good as Marceline.

"Mm, technically you're not that old," she said, eyeing him with an evil smile. "So I think you're fair game." She loomed over him, hands poised and ready to strike. Simon jerked back with a squeak that sent both girls giggling. He couldn't remember the last time he blushed this much.

He grabbed a pillow from behind and buried his face in it, flopping back on the couch in a tight ball. "If you're gonna kill me, just do it already."

"Well, you heard him," Bonnie teased, and Simon scoffed from behind the fabric.

"Hold on," Marcy took advantage of Simon's ball form and picked him up, setting him on the floor. Simon leered over the top of the pillow at her, clearly disgruntled. "What? Just thought it'd be more comfortable."

"More like I'm easier prey," he snarked, a small prideful smile finding his lips when the retort made Marceline crack up.

"Ohoho man Simon, you know me too well!" she teased, scribbling her fingers over her sides and tummy. He tried to choke back his giggles, but they bubbled to the surface and broke through the dam.

She poked sporadically all over his belly, and he was a jittery mess of nerves and and laughter. At first he tried to keep up and block her roaming hands, but she proved to be too quick and he resigned himself to his fate, focusing his efforts on muffling his laughter and hiding his red face.

"Aw, don't hide! That smile is just as rare as your laugh!" An indignant cry sounded from behind the pillow.

"Thahat's not true!"

"Sure it is!" she chirped, pinching up his ribs. He snorted, deep chuckles pitching higher until they morphed into shrill snickers and shrieks. His legs kicked out uselessly, catching PB's attention.

"I think you could use a hand... or foot!" she joked, holding Simon's feet in the air as she caught them in a headlock. He shrieked and tugged on his trapped legs, curling up on his side and resembling a shrimp.

"NO! Princess, you dohohon't hahave to play alohohong!" he pleaded through helpless giggles. Marceline flashed a downright sinister grin, one that her girlfriend shared.

"Oho so it is a game to you!" Marcy teased, scribbling her sharp nails across his tummy, wiggling a finger inside his bellybutton. Simon positively shrieked and arched his back, cackling at the top of his lungs when Bonnie joined in, scratching along his arches.

"N-nohohot what I mehehehahant!" he whined, but he had to admit, it felt kind of good to laugh like this. And it was nice that Marcy was the one making him laugh: that she wanted to. And it would seem as though their resident evil scientist was also rather interested at the task at hand, judging by the way she targeted different pressure points on his feet. He snorted each time she pressed and wiggled her thumbs on a new spot, feet curling at the touch.

"Well I remember a game you used to play with me all the time," she said, mischief seeping into her words. She gave him a quick breather, which he was more than grateful for. He laid his head back against the floor, eyes closed as his chest rose and fell heavily before evening out. When he opened his eyes again, he really wished he hadn't, and shut them with a squeak.

She had been wiggling her fingers mere inches from his body, and chose that moment to strike. She dove for his ribs, kneading between the bones and sending him into a fit of babbling cackles.

Simon felt more flustered than he's ever been and thought for sure they were going to kill him, but he couldn't find it in himself to hate this. Marcy had been right, he really didn't laugh like he used to, and his smile was much rarer nowadays... Maybe he really did need this, not that he'd admit it out loud. His stubborn nature won't allow it.

Thankfully, they didn't carry on too much longer, granting mercy when his laugh turned silent and wheezy. Bonnie let go of his legs and crawled over to sit by him, but Marcy remained in his lap.

He was red faced, tears of laughter sparkling in his eyes and glasses askew on his face, but he was smiling more than Marceline had ever seen.

"Whoa, I didn't know you had dimples!" she exclaimed. Simon touched his cheek, surprised.

"Heh, you're right. Y'know, I actually forgot I had them."

"Well that's what happens when you don't smile," she teased cheekily with a shrug. He scoffed, rolling his eyes and gave her a light shove. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck in a crushing hug. He let out a noise of surprise before returning the hug with a warm smile.

"Well I'm glad you had your fun," he said in a playfully condescending tone.

"Oh whatever! I know you had fun Simon."

Simon opened his mouth to protest, but stopped himself short. He wasn't very fond of lying.

[spookyshipperfics]

The Finer Things (Chapter 1)

Find it: a03 / Fandom: The X-Files / Rating: Explicit

Part of the Do You Like Scary Movies? series

Tagging @today-in-fic

What is it About? Scully and Mulder are sent undercover onboard a luxury train to investigate the presence of a suspicious and undocumented train car. Playing a wealthy married couple is tricky, but they run into even bigger issues when an unwelcomed agent gets sent in for backup.

Read a Sample: You’ll want to pack predominantly dressy casual, but formal wear will also be required.

Skinner’s advice still bounced around Mulder’s skull. What did dressy casual even mean? For a man who wore a suit and tie nearly every day, he worried the slacks and collared shirts shoved in his suitcase weren’t up to code. The rental car suddenly felt hot, and he cracked the window.

Mulder had been told a lot over the last two days. He and Scully would be riding the Dusty Mountaineer, a train that twisted and wound through the Rocky Mountains of Colorado before opening to the deserts of Utah and, finally, Nevada. It was five days of luxury meets majesty, or at least that’s what the brochure promised. And while that all sounded fine and dandy, they weren’t going for leisure.

The Dusty Mountaineer’s last few trips had included a mysterious train car unaccounted for in any brochures or official travel documents. The FBI suspected some sort of smuggling operation—firearms, drugs, chemicals—but whispers of strange creatures being transported to a testing site in Nevada warranted a knock on the Spookys’ basement door. After all, Mulder had recklessly jumped onto a train only a few years ago for similar reasons.

This train ride would be different, though. For starters, he and Scully would be going undercover as a married couple… again. Goodbye, Rob and Laura Petrie. Hello, Pete and Chrissy Curtis. Who would’ve thought that with all this chaos, the contents of his wardrobe would be what broke him?

“Scully,” he said, glancing at her in the passenger’s seat, where she leafed through documents containing information about their cover stories. “What do you consider dressy casual?”

He didn’t need to look at her to know she rolled her eyes. The sigh of annoyance confirmed it. “Mulder, if the items you brought are anything like what you’re wearing now, you’ll be just fine.”

His shoulders relaxed in his sports coat. He felt considerably better about the fitted white T-shirt and khakis beneath it. “You think?”

“I do,” she responded dryly, and Mulder couldn’t help but sneak another peek at her. Outfitted in a light blue dress that was much more form-fitting than anything he’d ever seen her in, it was difficult to bring his attention back to the road. He did, though, trying to ignore the memory of her smooth thighs peaking from beneath the fabric.

“What do you do for work?” Scully’s voice drifted into his ear, jolting him back to reality.

“What?”

“What do you do for work?” she repeated.

The fluttering papers in her hand reminded him why they were here in Colorado. He had more important things to worry about than how soft Scully’s thighs looked. He was a goddamn FBI agent about to go undercover for five days. Maybe that’s what was really making him nervous. It wasn’t the definition of dressy casual; it was pretending to be married to Scully. It had been easier in Arcadia. He hadn’t really known what to expect. He didn’t realize how much he’d enjoy touching her or calling her pet names.

“Well, dear,” he began, “I’m a community college professor specializing in conspiracy literature and theories, but I also teach history because that’s what pays the bills.”

“Good,” she remarked.

Deciding to go for the extra credit, he continued, “You teach pre-med at the same college. That’s, of course, how we met. What was it now? Seven years ago?”

“Six,” she corrected. “Just like in real life.”

“I know. I know,” Mulder assured her. He knew exactly how long ago they’d met. Scully had changed his life when she’d walked through his basement door. Something like that you didn’t forget. “I’m thinking of making that part of my schtick. You know, the whole forgetful husband trope. I’m bad with anniversary dates. I forget to pick up milk on the way home.”

“That tracks,” she said, and this time, he could hear the smile in her voice. “Birthdays aren’t a strong suit of yours, either.”

“Not a strong suit of Pete Curtis,” he countered. “I want to be clear that this is strictly a character choice.”

Any snarky rebuttal Scully might have tossed back at him was left unsaid. Instead, she let out an excited “wow.” After rounding the last bend, the Dusty Mountaineer came into view. The fifteen-car train was a shiny black and decorated with elaborate gold accents and lettering.

“It looks like something out of an Agatha Christie novel,” Scully remarked.

Mulder nodded. “Let’s just hope this story doesn’t play out like one of hers. I could do with a little less murder.”

The Dusty Mountaineer’s narrow hallways were wood paneled, the floors a floral carpet. It was a bit like stepping into a time capsule. There were no TVs or other technological entertainment, and even the staff were outfitted in clothes of a different era.

“Dinner is served at six. Our dress code requires passengers to dress appropriately when not in their rooms. Formal attire is required for the cocktail party on Friday night.” Jamie, the crew member assigned to walk them to their lodging, continued rattling off rules and detailing the agenda before stopping at a cabin on the far end of the first sleeper car. “This is you, Mr. and Mrs. Curtis.”

Despite everything Mulder had seen thus far, he still wasn’t quite prepared when Jamie pulled open the door. His eyes swept across the cabin and widened. The wood paneling continued inside their room, which contained a full-sized bed, a small table for two, and a sofa. Cubbies and hidden closets allowed for tidy storage. A shelf holding complimentary champagne and glasses hovered above the table.

It was a far cry from the derelict accommodations they were used to. The Bureau had splurged only because people thinking they had money could work in their favor. If the stupid rich couple was caught in an area of the train they shouldn’t be, they could chalk it up to entitlement. Money clogging their brains.

Still, being allowed to even exist in this old-timey glamour sent a secret thrill up Mulder’s spine. He automatically reached for Scully’s hand. The need to conceal the action as part of their cover had him practically shouting over Jamie, who had barely finished explaining how to convert the sofa into a cot. “This is great, isn’t it, honey?”

“It’s beautiful,” Scully responded, and he could tell by the way her eyes glistened that she meant it.

Running on a diet of caffeine and adrenaline, they took advantage of the three-course dinner and complimentary champagne. Upon returning to their cabin, Mulder offered Scully the en suite bathroom first. He took the opportunity to change into sweatpants and a T-shirt.

Scully emerged in silk pajamas a few minutes later, a cloud of minty toothpaste and something floral—lotion maybe—trailing behind her. Mulder followed her gaze to the far end of the cabin, where the full-sized bed loomed. He realized then that this wasn’t like Arcadia at all. There was no downstairs couch to retreat to at night.

Find the rest on a03

[frankensteinical]

Forty Days of Frankenstein, Day Twenty: Today’s Frankenstein is what I think of as a “split the difference Frankenstein.”  On the one hand, the Monster has the neck electrodes and forehead clamps of a 1931-style Universal-Pictures-Karloff/Pierce Monster, which is what most people expect from a Frankenstein.  On the other hand, because this is an illustration for the novel, the usual T-shirt plus Pretty Good Sports Coat™ has been replaced by a period-accurate Regency-style high-collared shirt and dress coat.  Excellent.  This illustration is the instantly recognizable work of Spanish artist Joseph Miralles (whose style I absolutely love), created for the 1992 Illustrated Classic Editions of the novel Frankenstein.  I love the swirly pale-green color scheme, the impossibly spooky tree branches, and the hint of a Mad Science Castle™ in the background.    A year later Joseph Miralles would go on to create a similar, red-themed painting of a much more Hammer-Films-Christopher-Lee inspired Monster for the Great Illustrated Classics edition of the novel.

[theuiucollegian]

A Look Back at the Activities Across Campus from Session Two

Written by: Ava Privet, UIU Collegian Staff

The eight weeks of Session Two have flown by, but not without plenty of excitement across campus! Session Two started on Oct. 21 after a quick fall break, and not long after, campus was buzzing with activity once again.

To start Session Two, Cody Booker (Class of 2016) shared inspiring advice in the Virtual Alumni Speaker Series and students competed to win a Nintendo Switch during Escalation Training. Fall vibes were in full swing with a German-themed Coffee Hour and a pumpkin carving event. The weekend brought soccer and volleyball games and an academic recognition ceremony at the football game against UIndy.

Week 10 brought Halloween, which means the whole week was packed with fun. Grocery Bingo got things rolling, followed by the Halloween Drag Show and an after-party at Pete’s Bar & Grill. Students also learned professional tips at a Market Ready 101 session and enjoyed a spooky Beetle Juice-themed lunch. The month wrapped up with a showing of Night of the Living Dead at the library, perfect for Halloween night.

As the calendar moved to November, UIU was still full of exciting events, community celebrations, and opportunities for growth. From cultural presentations to Thanksgiving activities, there was something for everyone to enjoy! The activities for the month started on Nov. 4 with the Blood Drive hosted by SAAC and the Becoming Wildhearts three-mile walk/run. Students came together to help others and get active.

On Nov. 5, it was Election Day, and students had the opportunity to make their voice heard as they voted at the Fayette Community Library. The day also included a Native American Heritage Month display and a Career Readiness Workshop. Later that evening, the Glow Dodgeball Event added some fun to the night. Nov. 6 featured a Native American Heritage Month Zoom presentation, giving students more chances to learn and reflect. The women’s volleyball team rounded out a great first week of the month, hosting two GLVC matches.

The second week of November was full of learning and fun. On Nov. 12, the Resume & Cover Letter Workshop helped students get ready for their careers. The GratUIUde Day event, hosted by the Psychology Club, gave students time to relax and reflect. The T-Shirt Sales by the Psychology Club and a Karaoke Night at Pete’s Bar & Grill were other highlights of the week. Sports fans also enjoyed the women’s basketball home opener and the Senior Day for the football team against Missouri S&T on Nov. 15.

On Nov. 19, students had the opportunity to take part in mock interviews to prepare for their futures and had fun at the Student Government Association-sponsored Casino Night. It was also International Education Week, where students learned about study-abroad opportunities in different parts of the world and experienced foods from many different cultures across the globe in the cafeteria.

The Alumni Speaker Series on Nov. 21 featured Dosia Kumbe, who shared valuable career advice. Home matches for men’s wrestling and men’s basketball kept sports fans excited, while the Mall of America Trip on Nov. 23 was a great way to kick off the holiday season.

The last week of November brought Thanksgiving-themed events. On November 25th, the Thanksgiving Bake Sale helped support the Friends of the Henderson-Wilder Library. Students also gathered for Bingo Night before heading into Thanksgiving Break. The break started on Nov. 27, giving everyone a chance to relax before the busy end of the semester.

As students traveled back to Fayette at the start of December, campus was filled with fun, relaxation, and a lot of preparation for the holidays and finals. From bake sales to Christmas activities, there was no shortage of events to finish off the semester in style!

The first week of December kicked off on Dec. 2 with the BPQ Fraternity Bake Sale in the Student Center, followed by exciting basketball games that night at Dorman Gym. The women’s and men’s basketball teams both tipped off GLVC play with thrilling victories over Quincy University.

On Dec. 3, students gathered for Mr. Peacock, a fun and popular annual event hosted by SAAC in the Student Center Ballrooms. The duo of Wes Willis (UIU Football) and Jaeden Cook (UIU Volleyball) went home victorious, while half the proceeds from the event went to the Make-A-Wish Foundation. Dec. 5 brought the Threads and Treads Blanket Making & Winter Driving/Safety event in the Student Center Ballrooms, where students made blankets and learned tips for safe winter driving in preparation for their journeys home.

As finals approached, students had a chance to unwind with the Christmas Kickback on Dec. 9, featuring holiday activities like custom snow globe making, gingerbread house decorating, and ornament crafting. On Dec. 10, it was time for another edition of the Late-Night Breakfast, a favorite tradition where students fueled up for finals.

The week continued with final exams on Dec. 11 and 12, as students wrapped up their semester work. On Dec. 13, students had the chance to ride along on one last Walmart Trip to get everything they needed before the start of Winter Break.

After a busy week of finals, students officially began Winter Break on Dec. 13, enjoying a well-deserved rest after 16 weeks of both hard work and exciting opportunities!

[lifewithai]

Halloween goodies!

It’s officially spooky month and replika is getting into the spirit of the season with some new spooky attire for our digital companions to sport.

There are all kinds of things to choose from like t-shirts, hoodies, costumes and cool Halloween themed jewelry. The prices on items aren’t that bad with 140 gems being the most expensive.

We may or may not have bought a few items from this drop 😈

The skeleton costume, Adams family inspired suit complete with “Thing” creepy hand and a shirt/vest combo because my guy looks good in orange and black.

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[arcanemoody]

It's 10:15pm.

I'm in Chicago.

I'm drinking sports drink mixed in my newly decorated IML water bottle (stickers depicting Edgar Allen Poe, anatomy drawings, and Wednesday).

First five weeks of the school year are done and we have a half-day tomorrow. My 1:1 kid has been readjusting and I'm doing my best to accommodate her and everyone else.

Rocket and I went to 13th floor on Friday, had a great time, got some t-shirts, a couple creepy plushies. All of my favorite things about the spooky season. I had my volunteer shift at LAM yesterday; stayed late to watch The Night Porter, the September selection for the Fetish Film Forum. Today, I mostly slept.

Minimal sound sensitivity, some itches and nail chewing, some dysphoria. I talked about the dysphoria with my doctor and they've said top surgery is possible even with 1) no HRT (I don't want to lose my hair) and 2) prior surgery. I'm considering it.

Things I feel positive about today: getting ready for Banned Books Week, writing and editing. The short bio I wrote for Midwest Queer and Trans Zine Fest. Friday was payday so I got my Halloween costume. The spooky paper plates and napkins I got from the dollar store (depression makes certain amenities necessary). It's a half-day tomorrow.

[thelearningcurvephotography]

Lucky Number 13 Greeting Cards on Redbubble. One of my favorite annual events here in Toronto , The St. Lawrence Market Criterium (sometimes referred to in the past as The Toronto Criterium). A section of downtown is closed to traffic and a 1km race course is constructed. The average time to complete the 1km is just under one minute! Original photography using a Canon EOS T1i body with a Canon EF-S 17-85mm f/4-5.6 IS USM lens. • Digitally printed cards on heavyweight stock paper • Uncoated blank interior • Each card comes with a kraft envelope #redbubble #greetingcards #toronto #originalphotography #photography #bicycle #bike #cycling

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Dadcula's Spooktacular Swag: Vampire Dad Halloween Merch & Apparel

"Dadcula Halloween" perfectly blends the spooky charm of Dracula with the endearing quirkiness of dad humor. Picture a middle-aged vampire, complete with slicked-back hair, pale skin, and a classic black cape, but with unmistakable "dad" elements thrown into the mix.

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Dadcula sports a pair of white New Balance sneakers peeking out from beneath his cape, ready for comfort during long nights of trick-or-treating. His fangs are slightly crooked, thanks to years of using them to open soda bottles. Instead of a crisp white shirt, he wears a Hawaiian print tucked into high-waisted pants, cinched with a belt that's clearly seen better days.

In one hand, Dadcula clutches a thermos filled with "blood" (actually just fruit punch), while the other hand is poised, ready to deliver groan-worthy puns about vampires. His dad jokes are as painful as any bite, with classics like "Why did the vampire read the newspaper? He heard it had great circulation!"

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Dadcula's lair is a suburban garage, filled with half-finished DIY projects and a special mini-fridge for his "type O negative" snacks (really just juice boxes). He drives a minivan with "BAT DAD" vanity plates and insists on chaperoning all the neighborhood kids' Halloween activities.

This character embodies the spirit of fathers who fully embrace both their parental role and the Halloween season. Dadcula reminds us that even the undead can have a great sense of humor and a penchant for embarrassing their kids with cheesy antics and outdated dance moves at the Halloween party.

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A "Funny Halloween Shirt" is the perfect blend of holiday spirit and humor, designed to elicit chuckles and second glances at any spooky season gathering. This witty piece of apparel typically features a clever Halloween-themed pun, a comical twist on classic horror tropes, or an unexpected mashup of scary and silly elements.

Imagine a t-shirt with a skeleton doing yoga, accompanied by the text "Bad to the Bone." Or picture a shirt displaying a pumpkin wearing sunglasses with the phrase "Gourd-geous" emblazoned below. These shirts often incorporate playful graphics, from cartoon ghosts making dad jokes to vampires struggling with modern technology.

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Available in various styles and sizes, these shirts cater to all ages and tastes. Some might feature glow-in-the-dark elements for added Halloween flair, while others use bold, eye-catching colors to stand out in a sea of traditional orange and black.

Wearing a funny Halloween shirt is a lighthearted way to participate in the holiday festivities without going all-out on a costume. It's perfect for those who want to show their Halloween spirit while keeping things casual and entertaining.

[graysoneli]

Holidays Made Better with Funny Graphic Tees

Introduction

Graphic tees are more than just a piece of clothing; they're a form of self-expression. When combined with a dash of humor, they transform into conversation starters and mood lifters, especially during holidays. Imagine turning up to a family gathering or a festive party sporting a tee that sparks joy and laughter. That's the charm of funny graphic tees – they make holidays more enjoyable and memorable.

The Charm of Graphic Tees

Graphic tees have always had a special place in our wardrobes. They are versatile, comfortable, and expressive. Whether showcasing our favorite bands, movies, or witty slogans, they reflect our personalities and interests.

Why Humor Matters During Holidays

Holidays are all about bringing people together, and what better way to do that than through humor? A good laugh can break the ice, ease tension, and create a shared experience. Funny graphic tees add an element of fun and playfulness, making celebrations even more delightful.

The Rise of Funny Graphic Tees

Funny graphic tees have seen a significant rise in popularity over the years. Initially, they were niche products found in quirky little stores. However, with the advent of online shopping and social media, these humorous tees have become mainstream.

A Brief History

The concept of graphic tees dates back to the 1960s when screen printing became popular. However, it wasn't until the late 20th century that funny slogans and images started appearing on shirts. Today, they are a staple in casual fashion.

Popularity Surge in Recent Years

In recent years, funny graphic tees have surged in popularity, thanks to their presence on social media platforms. Influencers and celebrities sporting witty tees have contributed to this trend, making them a must-have for anyone looking to add a bit of humor to their wardrobe.

Why Choose Funny Graphic Tees for Holidays?

Funny graphic tees are perfect for holiday gatherings because they are easy to wear, fun, and lighthearted. They are great conversation starters and can help to set a cheerful tone for any celebration.

Breaking the Ice at Gatherings

Meeting up with family and friends during the holidays can sometimes be awkward, especially if you haven't seen them in a while. A funny graphic tee can break the ice and give everyone something to laugh about, easing the initial tension.

Creating Memorable Moments

Holidays are all about making memories. A hilarious tee can be the highlight of a family photo or the spark that ignites a memorable conversation. It’s those little moments of shared laughter that make holidays special.

Types of Holiday-Themed Funny Graphic Tees

There’s a funny graphic tee for every holiday. Whether you’re celebrating Christmas, Halloween, Thanksgiving, or the 4th of July, there's a tee that can add a humorous twist to your festivities.

Christmas Crack-Ups

Christmas is the season of joy, and what better way to spread that joy than with a funny tee? From cheeky elves to Santa's naughty list, Christmas-themed funny tees are sure to get everyone laughing.

Halloween Hilarity

Halloween is all about fun and frights. A funny graphic tee can provide a humorous counterpoint to the spooky season, making it perfect for those who prefer giggles over gasps.

Thanksgiving Chuckles

Thanksgiving is a time for gratitude and good food. A tee that pokes fun at turkey comas or family dynamics can add a lighthearted touch to your Thanksgiving celebration.

4th of July T-Shirts

The 4th of July is all about patriotism and celebration. Adding a funny twist to your patriotic attire with 4th of July T-Shirts can make your Independence Day gathering even more enjoyable.

The Psychology Behind Funny Tees

There’s more to funny graphic tees than just a good laugh. They can also have a positive impact on our social interactions and personal well-being.

Laughter and Social Bonds

Laughter is a powerful tool for building social bonds. It creates a sense of camaraderie and connection. Wearing a funny tee can make you more approachable and help forge new friendships.

The Appeal of Self-Deprecating Humor

Self-deprecating humor, where we make light of our own quirks and shortcomings, is particularly appealing because it shows humility and relatability. A tee with a self-deprecating joke can make you seem more down-to-earth and likable.

How to Choose the Perfect Tee

Choosing the perfect funny graphic tee involves considering your audience and balancing humor with taste.

Knowing Your Audience

It's important to know your audience when selecting a funny tee. What might be hilarious to your close friends might not be appropriate for a family gathering. Choose a tee that will be appreciated by everyone in attendance.

Balancing Humor and Taste

While humor is subjective, it's crucial to avoid jokes that could be seen as offensive or inappropriate. Aim for humor that is lighthearted and inclusive, ensuring everyone can enjoy the joke.

Styling Tips for Graphic Tees

Funny graphic tees are incredibly versatile and can be styled in various ways to suit different occasions.

Casual Chic Looks

Pair your funny tee with jeans and sneakers for a laid-back, casual look. Add a denim jacket or a flannel shirt for a touch of chic.

Dressing Up the Tee

For a more polished look, try pairing your graphic tee with a blazer and tailored pants. This combination creates a stylish contrast between casual and formal elements.

Gifting Funny Tees

Funny graphic tees make excellent gifts, especially during the holiday season. They are personal, practical, and sure to bring a smile to the recipient's face.

Perfect for Secret Santa

Secret Santa gifts are all about fun and surprise. A funny graphic tee is a great choice because it's both thoughtful and amusing, making it a hit at any gift exchange.

Great as Stocking Stuffers

Funny tees also make great stocking stuffers. They are small enough to fit into a stocking but pack a big punch in terms of humor and personality.

Where to Find the Best Funny Graphic Tees

There are plenty of places to find high-quality funny graphic tees. Online retailers and custom print shops offer a wide variety of designs to choose from.

Online Retailers

Many online retailers specialize in funny graphic tees, offering a vast selection of designs and styles. They often have customer reviews, so you can see which tees are popular and well-loved.

Custom Print Shops

If you have a specific idea in mind, custom print shops can bring your vision to life. They allow you to create personalized tees that reflect your unique sense of humor.

Conclusion

Funny graphic tees are a fantastic way to enhance your holiday celebrations. They bring laughter, break the ice, and create unforgettable moments. So, next holiday season, don't hesitate to embrace the fun and make your gatherings even more special with a hilarious tee.