#absolutely yonkers gay

[femmekarenwilson]

can I just say. more of you need to embrace the humble sideblog if the wonderful content made by 911 gifmakers and writers and court jesters doesn't "fit your blog" or whatever. I have never been in a fandom with such a skewed likes to reblogs ratio, the post I just reblogged has over 600 notes and less than 16% are reblogs. just make a sideblog!!!!

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

hollow knight (2017)

“wow ayg”

submitted by @relicseeker​

[werdegasts]

the face behind the mask (1941) dir. robert florey

[lostjulys]

tell me abt ur favorite gay little loser(s) so far

CLICK I AM HOLDING UR HAND RN ok um.b. currently being absolutely bonkers fucking yonkers over c!tommy kinnie (dave strider). anyway he's a fucking loser (affectionate) who also like ctommy plays up this persona of being comic relief, big man typa shit. also like ctommy he is talking to himself literally all the time in the weirdest most endearing train of consciousness adhd monologues ever also like ctommy he was forced to fight too young & was systematically abused by someone he once considered a mentor/older brother figure. also is annoying as hell & stuff. also like ctommy was forced into a role where he had to be a hero even though he was just a kid and he never wanted it & canonically has debilitating trauma & ptsd. also he makes electronic music & he really likes animals & he had pet crows that he'd feed & he is a loser bisexual with an even more loser boyfriend & they watch shitty romcoms together & make fun of them.

uhhhh another of my favorite gay little losers isnt actually a loser BUT her name is kanaya & she's an autistic femme sapphic vampire with a chainsaw. she has sliced Multiple People like, actually in half before & she likes reading teen vampire romance novels & sewing her own clothes.

[how-to-speak-cicada]

oh you should absolutely play ace attorney. theyre very enjoyable + funny, if you dont mind visual novels and the insane plots/characters that go with it. i dont play visual novels all that often/at all and i already want to play more.. oh no.. the overarching storyline throughout the trilogy is sooo bonkers over yonkers. the character writing. those character sprites with like five different expressions betray a myriad of emotions..

and those lawyers are SO married. no theyre not canonically gay yes they were in part developed by a BL mangaka who very intentionally fussed with their characters and dynamic through this gay lens. yes one of them has called the other "daddy" in a court of law. theyve got multitudes.

I. Ok so thank you so much for this recommendation I'm obsessed now this is everything i want from a video game actually. also. also. one of them called the other WHAT in a WHERE

[floggingink]

OH HERE WE GO LADIES IT’S RIVERDALE, CHAPTER EIGHTY: “Purgatorio”

I’m tuning in to be VERY entertained on the grounds that I missed almost the entirety of S4 and will not understand anything

we open with an incredible analogue comparing the football team to the Army, as men do construct rituals: football players get blown into the sky, etc., in a heartrending mash-up of Archie’s innocence + the American ideal/expectations/pipeline of masculinity

Archie Company is decked out appropriately to storm Hürtgen Forest

that art direction trope where a character’s hearing goes EEEEEEEEEEEEEE after an explosion……...delightful

the Vixens and friends cheering him on from the sidelines as if Archie can only process his unprocessable present through the lens of his past………...hits the spot

distressingly wood-based rifles for our purposes

Archie > Dawson: I don’t mind telling you I felt emotion upon Archie hoisting his war buddy over his shoulders to that quadruple-toned “Chivalric Archie Using His Strength for Good” tune, like when he broke his whole hand busting Cheryl out of Sweetwater River

WHEN HE SAW HIRAM LODGE, I’M TELLING YOU! 

Hiram’s dragon-scale gloves? absolutely savory; he would

“Yonkers” is one of those New York place names I don’t totally buy is real (Poughkeepsie is another)

the sepia-toned light in this hospital room rings true judging by all the Captain America fanfiction I’ve read; I also like the mint-colored hand towels draped on Archie’s bedframe bought, one assumes, using the Department of Defense’s Kohl’s Cash

Archie made Sergeant, which is the best ranking for a fictional character: important enough that they can be a leader, get into trouble; low-profile enough that you don’t have to write them in the room making terrible decisions; probably won’t die immediately, as a Captain or Private might be

Fifth period is AP English: Archie reads A Farewell to Arms to Corporal Jackson, a WWI novel by Hemingway that Jug definitely turned him onto

Christ, Archie looks good in that on-leave jacket thing

I like Jackson’s subtle graph paper-print hospital gown

Gay?!: was Jackson in love with Archie? is he gonna bus to Riverdale once he’s off his pain meds? RAS, is that you in there?

God you know I love that haunted-ass Exorcist wooden bench bus light lighting

how long has the WW been relocated under Pop’s??? I do NOT know what happened to La Bonne Nuit

Sexy, aesthetic Southside: Fangs’ hair? his Tony Stark glasses? the girls’ “I’m a Slave 4 U” Burmese pythons? Toni’s headdress and immaculate glossed lip? 

Sixth period is Intro to Film: the only part of From Dusk till Dawn I’ve seen is Salma Hayek putting her toe in Quentin Tarantino’s mouth but judging from that I figure I’d like the rest 

The female gaze: Jesus Sweet Pea still looks good

Toni’s stage is flanked by twin pillars of melting candles and I would like someone to track those down for my bathroom

if they lay one hand on Pop Tate…

Betty appears to be, on her own, running the FBI training course. Betty is such a freak

Betty’s FBI-appointed psychologist is “Dr. Starling,” wears a great yellow blouse; Betty eats what appears to be a mini-sized Milky Way

her blond FBI trainer-boyfriend (uh) Glen appears to be an unholy fusion of Jimmi Simpson and that one actor with brown hair and really sharp light eyes whose acting credits I can’t think of right now, you know who I’m talking about (not the guy from Vampire Diaries)

I quite like her patterned blouse and I hate his yellow (gold?!) and blue tie

Please protect Betty: obviously we stan the Silence of the Lambs shit even as it remains infuriating Bryan Fuller couldn’t get his hands in it

Betty’s cat’s crying was so disturbingly baby-like that I had to leave the room once I realized it was in fact a cat

I’ve watched the Elisa Lam tape too many times in recent hours to handle this hallway shot

REALLY GROSS LICKING NOISES

the Trash Bag Killer coming at her was scary :(

Betty’s lovely blue knit cardi with the puffed sleeves!

50 Shades of Betty: clearing her throat before the doctor quite finishes her sentence—Lili Reinhart continues to be great at conveying “slightly perturbing subterranean tension”

was Charles a serial killer too??? oh damn!

Betty has been successfully holding off giving Glen a key to her place until now, an era that must come to a close

fellas, “Do I at least get a kiss?” is a bad move

Veronica was rich: Veronica’s new digs: exposed brick, bougiely avant-garde chandelier; possibly an elevator door right there behind the dude?

Veronica has married Hiram, to no one’s surprise

Chadwick looks like Jimmi Simpson and brunet Evan Peters plus a jaw

Veronica’s single-puffled-sleeved gown…..madamn (she has absolutely been taking secret birth control pills)

Summer + Blair = Veronica: of course Veronica would be great at Howard Ratner’s job; I MUST know what “specialty showcase haute couture offense” Vinnie has committed

T-Dubbs’ green jacket

Veronica pretended she was working at like, a department store? but she MISSED the EDGE post-day-trading

their apartment is so expensive that their bedroom is totally exposed

oh my god, Hermione

Best costume bit: please get me these satiny green high-waisted slacks?! and ugh her blouse has shoulder tassels……..she’s flourishing

“That’s threatening to an alpha like Chad.”

yes, they have a private elevator. fine.

Glen and Chad get their ties from the same Men’s Warehouse

“When that helicopter went down on the way to Martha’s Vineyard…”

you know kissing is 4-real when one person cups their hand to the back of the other person’s neck all close

I don’t understand the drop of the Glamergé egg but I appreciate that there is one and that Veronica is like, get this the fuck out of my house

Veronica’s shiny cropped tweed two-piece, Yvonne’s weird feathery coat that matches her bf’s shirt (you know she’s supposed to be “too much” because she’s got big hoop earrings)

God, Jughead is next and I’m not gonna be able to handle it

OH GOD IT’S SO MUCH WORSE THAN I THOUGHT

Alphabet City?! the piano?? the fucking East Coast Beat typewriter shit—the day robe? I’m—READING CLUBMASTERS? FORSYTHE???

OH GOD HE’S DATING ANOTHER WRITER (she has nice pants)

Jughead eats: “that place you like” is a HOT DOG STAND in the middle of SOME GRASS

I’ve seen Brick like thirty times: Jughead wears high-ankle light blue jeans, grey socks, and spectators that blend to create the illusion of wading boots. I’m going to commit a crime

Jughead doubts it: “So did Kerouac. And Hemingway. And Fitzgerald.” 

fuck yes I love Floundering Jughead, and his Pushy Agent who pronounces “career” like “Korea,” and the continuing tradition of Jughead getting kicked out of his house

I like Literary Grifter’s sweater

the Brat Pack, and most of the Rat Pack for that matter, were actors, but I assume RAS couldn’t resist the rhyme 

I was 100% afraid we were about to learn Cora was an uncomfortably-young undergrad

the musical cue as she reaches into her bag is absolutely as if she’s taking out a gun, and it might as well be! it’s the scariest thing in NYC: an unpublished manuscript

showrunners doing a classic I Love Lucy job partially concealing Vanessa Morgan’s pregnancy via medium close-ups, draping black clothes

Cheryl slowly turning to ask if doesn’t she look okay 10/10 icon

Cheryl’s pins: she has either a tiny spider or maybe a tick

Cheryl’s sheaths: the lacy red thing, amazing

why is Cheryl’s left hand gloved?

Cheryl’s a chaos angel from hell: Cheryl’s going to forge a Rembrandt, which unfortunately means she’s my favorite person on the planet (she does not look happy about doing this)

btw is Nana Rose an Immortal?

please tell me about Toni’s eyelashes

EXTREMELY HAUNTED DOLL?!

“Damn good coffee”: Archie’s earnest “Where are people gonna sit for the bus?” slayed me

fuck YEAH Ghoulies party house! terrible music but really good skull spray paint art

Jug looks LOW lol

Veronica’s blouse + buttons, impeccable

I’m writing a scene where it’s gay.: Tabitha/Squeaky

the hellscape semi’s red backlighting and its skeleton’s red eyes

I like Linette’s glossy bomber!

the trucker who’s about to kill her can’t also be the Trash Bag Killer….truckers have to stick to too much of a schedule….but he could be Betty’s meandering serial

I loved this episode

NEXT WEEK: Archie brings the FBI down on some people paying their rent :(

[summerofspock]

Im going absolutely bonkers yonkers listening to hozier and writing gay cabin makeouts

[sometimes-love-is-enough]

Hello back again bc im still in thr post fic haze and i love you, i find the Sides' mirror fairyland concepts absolutely hysterical. You got three faerie kings (very gay, stupid as hell), the classic tragic changeling story, and an italian exchange student. Amazing. AND THEN tomas strolls in with his *gestures at his whole thing* and SEDUCES one of them, bonkers fucking yonkers

canonverse thomas & co accidentally stumbled into the middle of a longterm d&d campaign ft their counterparts. 

[criminally--reid]

library lovers

I h8 the title- n e ways... here's the fix that's been promised to be posted at least twice a week for the past month 😌✋🏽also if u want untagged yk who u are smsbsj lmk,, i just thought id use the anon tag so u could see it snsbsj n e ways let's get on wiv d shit show

warnings: awkward chaotic gay, general smutty stuff y'know, mutual masturbation, i’ve never written mxm fic before so yonkers :| 

word count: 2.6k

Pairing: bi!spencer x (dom-ish)male!reader 

//a.n.\\ somehow the reader ends up in charge and i kinda like it tbh. i'm shit at storylines,  but honestly,, highschool homophobe masturbating with spencer reid? Call that character development 

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You hadn't seen Spencer in years. Remembering the terms the two of you ended on, you weren't surprised either. All throughout highschool, you were the movie-esque tormentors of the frail, nerdy kid. The bully that wasn't actually supposed to exist. The absolute nightmare that had kids like Spencer trembling, dreading to relive the same terror another day. 

Shock couldn't even begin to cover what you felt the day you watched him walk into the library you now owned. You had been working on forgetting him since graduation. Just when you thought the remnants of Spencer had dripped entirely from your memory, everything came flooding in the matter of milliseconds the moment he walked through your door. All the times you watched him eat alone, pick his things up alone after someone had thrown them out of his hands; all the times you could've stepped up and just chose not to. You promised yourself you'd be different. Now was your chance. 

You subtly watch Spencer as he looks through the many isles of books. Beginning at young adult, trailing quickly to non-fiction, and eventually ending up in the classic section. He doesn't spend much time amongst the books - 5 minutes at the most since he walked in - before bringing a stack of 6 books up to the counter; you anxiously waiting to scan him in. 

"Did- did you find all your books alright?" You manage to ask. Spencer merely nods his head, crossing his arms and bringing one of his hands up to his mouth, chewing on his fingernails. His brows furrow and you're worried he's about to say something. 

"I'm a little surprised to see you working here actually." This throws you off. You did not plan for this- this confrontation. 

"I take it you remember me?" 

"I'm not really one to forget things, you know." Fair enough. 

"Well, yes. I actually run the place now. My grandfather had passed it on to me." 

"Oh he's…? I'm so sorry for your loss." 

Spencer's look of sincerity throws you off. After all the years of you being his worst fear, he still had room in his heart to be genuinely kind towards you. 

"It's fine, really. It was so long ago now. And besides- now I have this grand, ancient bookstore." You end with a chuckle and finish scanning the barcodes in each of his books. 

"Thank you- uh actually, could you help me find something else?"

"Of course! What're you looking for?" 

"Everyone keeps recommending me Donna Tart, where could I find some of her work?" 

"Follow me," you gesture and move from behind the counter. 

You walk him over to the very back of the store where all the dark academia-esq books are. While sifting through the books, he asks you a question that catches you completely off guard; his voice nothing above a whisper. 

"And I take it that you don't still hate me-" 

You immediately know what he's talking about. How silly of you to think the past wouldn’t be brought up.  

You clear your throat before speaking up. "I- n-no of course not. I- I uh- I know this is extremely cliche, and I'm not trying to excuse away any of the horrible things I did to you but- I was hiding." 

"From what?" Spencer chimes in quietly. 

"I just didn't know how to feel about myself. Gay this and gay that- it was all so negative. I didn't want to be known for something that was apparently so wrong. I definitely couldn't let the football playing circle jerkers I called my friends know about how I felt towards other guys. An-and I saw how they treated people like you and I didn't want that, so I joined them." 

"So you're gay?" Spencer asks, and you nod slowly. "And you and your 'circle jerking buddies' tortured me because you all thought I was gay?" 

"Well- I- we uh- that's what they said. I knew it wasn't good, but I didn't do anything because of what I was. I know the word 'sorry' will never make up for anything I've ever done or said to you, but I am so so sorry, Spencer." 

"You guys just knew I was gay? -Gaydar that strong, huh?" Spencer ends in a chuckle, easing up your tension, allowing you to slip out a soft laugh, too. 

"Obviously, it wasn't too good. I somehow managed to skate by for four years." 

"That you did." For the first time in years, when you look at Spencer, he doesn't look upset. A content, lazy smile accompanies his happy eyes as he. "Well- actually, I'm not entirely gay so I guess their gaydar needed some tweeking, hm?" 

"Oh, you're-" you attempt, but get cut-off. 

"Bi? Yeah. I realized I was bi when I realized I had a crush on you and your tenth grade girlfriend. What about you?" 

Still skimming the pages of a Donna Tart book, never looking up from it. So nonchalant. Him being so upfront with you was honestly exciting. You never imagined that you'd be remotely friendly with Spencer Reid, let alone him revealing he had a crush on you. "Ah, about junior year, I figured out I kinda had a thing for you." 

"Say, uh," Spencer started, tucking his hair behind his ear and slipping the book back onto the shelf. "I liked you; you liked me. Why don't we hang out sometime or something-" 

You could tell Spencer was trying hard to mask his enthusiasm. You were too. 

"Erm- yeah totally! I get off in about an hour actually; I could call you, and we could grab coffee or something." 

"Sounds great," Spencer says hurriedly as he fishes around in his pocket, drawing out a small slip of paper and drawing the pen from his shirt pocket. He hands you the freshly used paper with his number inscribed on it in smudged black ink. 

The next hour, excitement coursed through you. You're bustling around, fidgeting, unshelving and re-shelving books, sweeping, mopping - anything to keep your mind off of the end of your shift. The busiest yet slowest hour of your life. Your shift ends and your excitement reaches its peak. Your finger hovers over the call button at the bottom of your screen, hesitating. For a split second you get the courage to press call, but then you immediately regret it - that is until his hurried, excited voice slips through the speaker. 

"Hey, y/n! It's Spencer! Uh- you know.. that.. of course. Anyways, uh there's this coffee shop about a block away from my place. I wondered if maybe you'd wanna go and have an early dinner or something." 

You can't help but chuckle at his excitement; trying to calm down your own. "That sounds great, Spencer. What's the place?" 

"Café Negra-" 

"What?!" you cut him off "I go there all the time! How have I never seen you?" 

"What? That's insane. How have we not crossed each other there?" 

"No clue.. Anyways I'll meet you there- uh about 20?" 

"Perfect." Spencer hangs up without any formal goodbyes, but you couldn't care less - you couldn't wait to meet him at the coffee shop. 

The date - which neither of you bothered to assign that title to the event, but you both knew it was, in fact, a date - went impressively well. It's like you two had never been enemies in the first place. Those four years in high school wiped clean of any hard feelings as the two of you drank coffee way too strong for 6p.m., ate double chocolate muffins, and laughed away. 

When it comes time to leave, Spencer stands up first, throwing away his cup and muffin wrapper; you follow quickly and do the same. 

A mutual agreement was somehow made to take it back to Spencer's place. Maybe it was the lack of goodbyes that he seemed prone to. Whatever it was, the evening didn't feel finished. 

Once inside his cozy apartment, he welcomes you to his couch before maneuvering to the tv stand, kneeling down and pulling out three movies. He gestures for you to choose one, and you choose Titanic. Not the greatest choice of the three, but you had a feeling you wouldn't be focused on the movie too much anyways. 

He puts the disc into the player before joining you on the couch. About twenty minutes into the movie, he moves closer to you, resting his shoulder slowly, cautiously as if asking permission. You ease his nerves by welcoming his head on your shoulder and leaning against him in return. The next half an hour is full of stolen glances, light touches, and snuggling. All innocent until Spencer slides his hand up your thigh. You try not to mind it much. Maybe he's just absentminded in all the contact. He doesn't know what he's doing. You try to focus on the movie and not on his hand getting ever so dangerously close until you just can't anymore. Looking down at him, he's already making eye contact with you, driving you wild. Instinctually you connect your lips with his. 

Spencer shuffles over and straddles your lap, never disconnecting your lips. Your hands roam around his shoulders and back before dipping underneath the hem of his shirt and pulling it off. He makes quick work of returning the favor. After a few more chaste kisses, he stands up, pulling you up with him, and pushes his pants to the floor with you following suit. Spencer places his fingers under your chin, bringing your face up to his in an attempt to place another open-mouthed kiss on your bite-swollen lips. However, you muster up a burst of courage and manage to flip the script. Placing your fingers on Spencer’s chest and holding him at arm's length, you keep eye contact while you take a seat on one end of the couch. You motion for him to take his seat at the other end. 

Spencer, still unsure of the current situation, watches you move. He watches as you run your fingertips up and down your thighs. As you wet the palm of your hand with your tongue before running it up and down your shaft. Lightly tracing your fingertips over your reddened head, hissing at the contact. 

“Your turn,” you say barely above a whisper. 

Spencer’s eyes go wide, but he still obliges, wetting his hand and repeating your actions on himself. Hissing and cursing at the contact with his eager cock. He soon gets lost in his own world of pleasure. Moving faster and moaning barely-there profanities. Watching the show, you bring your hand back to yourself. Your eyes shut as you listen to Spencer; his pretty gasps like music to your ears. 

“Y-y/n? I’m- I’m close.” 

“Awh, so soon? You sure you can’t hold on for me just a little longer?” 

Spencer lets out a strangled moan and forces himself to slow his pace. Watching him struggle to contain himself turns you on even more. His desperate whines and pleas for release getting you closer to the edge. “Look at me, bubbas,” you coax. 

Spencer looks up at you, pushing a tuft of hair from his eyes. His other hand still desperately attached to the base of his cock, awaiting further instruction. 

“Listen.. We’re gonna cum together okay?” Spencer only manages a nod in response so you continue. “I want you to move faster again; get closer. But I want you to let me know when you’re about to cum, okay?” 

You’re met with a furious nod for an answer as he works at his waist, bringing himself closer to his climax; you simultaneously doing the same.

“F-fuck fuckfuckfuck! -M gonna cum. Shit! I’m cumming!” Spencer's cries of pleasure send you over the edge and you both spill over together. Your head dips back over the armrest of the couch as you try to catch your breath. You bring your head back up and look at Spencer, only to see him leaning sideways against the back of the couch, still out of breath and coates in a layer of sweat. 

“Why don’t we go get cleaned up, hm?” 

Spencer nods his head in agreement before getting up off the couch and leading you to the bathroom. You definitely aren’t going home tonight.  

[goosemixtapes]

do you have a favorite gone character aside from Caine?

i’m actually rereading the series right now and the fascinating thing is that this answer keeps changing lmao. i think i’ve made it clear that i would absolutely die for mary and i think she deserved so much better; i would ALSO die for edilio because like. bro. we don’t deserve edilio. no one does.

but as far as character complexity goes... i take some issue with some of astrid’s actions (particularly the way she treated mary in Lies) but i think she’s easily one of the most interesting characters - while i think there’s some ableism inherent in the way her arc uses little pete (who constantly gets treated as more of a plot device than a character), her drastic transformation from the end of plague into fear is SO interesting and i wish it had more page time!!! similarly, i wish diana’s character changes had gotten more page time, specifically the way she sort of folds in on herself during Lies and her moral turnaround in Plague... diana is such a fascinating character too and the stuff she goes through and the way it changes her... [clutches my heart]

and then of course i love lana. because. i’m a lesbian. i could ramble about her but i think the truth is simply that i am gay for her

i also do feel like i should say... i do love caine soren, regrettably, but most of that is a holdover from my twelve-year-old self hyperfixating on these books so hard that i didn’t think about anything else for like. six months. back then i would have died for mr. caine “feeds kids to coyotes” soren and that is simply because i had bad taste. now that i’ve... leveled up a little in Critical Thinking Skills TM i think i mostly like his character potential, not necessarily the arc as it went. i am knee deep in analysis right now and i don’t think his redemption arc... works all that well... i wish we had gotten to see signs that he was genuinely vulnerable or cared about other people earlier on in the series, and then stuff might have made more sense. the 180 from “cold-blooded teenage supervillain” into “cinematically sacrificial anti-hero” would have rung a lot truer that way imo.

tl;dr: i love half of these characters because of their potential and not their actual arcs hghdkfhdskfhds but either way hand me a morally gray character and i will go bonkers in fucking yonkers

[vmps]

baby, bright, calm, cupcake, dear, honey, paddywack, whiskers...

baby: favorite color? sky blue, bubblegum pink, n any shade of yellow!! bright: mermaids or fairies? fairies but i luv mermaids too h2o just add water said gay rights calm: answered! cupcake: favorite flower/plant? dandelions or maybe daisies + buttercups! dear: zodiac sign? aries :3 honey: coffee or tea? how do you take it? iced coffee (sugar + cream) is my absolute fav but i love sweet tea also!! paddywack: how would you describe a perfect date? lots of like......communicating things without saying them and sweet cute things like holding hands n cheek kisses. small intimate things make me go bonkers fucking yonkers whiskers: do you usually wear makeup? during the school year yah but in the summer i usually dont! im trying to wear less bc i wanna love myself or whatevr

[doebt]

God for absolute really real like I'm a flagrant gay like right now I'm under a flannel comforter with a gay pride flag on the wall next to me but i hate tumblr gay culture too like top memes and bottom memes and "gays can't drive" and god like i need irl gay friends asap or I'm gonna go mad. Absolutely bonkers mpmy good friend Pepper!!!

literally if i didnt have irl gay friends i would probably be a Stereotypical Tumblr Gay no joke you have got to get some of those..... youll go bonkers to yonkers...

[latinegro]

A Crush

“How the fuck did I get here?” Teddy mutters to himself. He had been playing a very dangerous flirting game with Linda and it resulted in him being parked right outside her campus apartment. He had to think about this for a minute...

This all started when he drove her home during that big ass snowstorm last week. Linda considers herself an activist and ever since that crazy man took charge in the oval office, she’s been busy protesting just about everything. Yet, somehow she has time for class. She comes across as a loudmouth if you don’t know her and since he knows her very well, all of that is just to hide her insecurities. The “loud Latina” routine is a defense mechanism for her but in reality, she has a heart of gold. She definitely has a way of making white people uncomfortable and in a big school like this, that’s all that matters.

There was a discussion they had in the car on the way to her place that centered on the fact that a fellow student of hers had a crush on him. He has always been a humble person and never bought into the fact that anyone outside of his ex-wife would have any interest in him, especially a student. Why would they? He’s practically an old man that would rather listen to Big Daddy Kane than Drake.

Rest assured, she told him that it was Tommy the bookstore clerk that had a crush on him. Tommy is her best friend and she readily admits that she loves hanging around gay men because they are not shy about sharing tips when it comes to their head game.

Teddy had a feeling that this was a conversation in which she was trying to feel out how much she can get away with. It was plainly obvious that she would say things that she would never say to an adult that she respects. “Yeah, so Tommy has such a crush on you. He’s well known for trying to turn out straight guys. In fact, there are a couple of TA’s he’s deep-throated”

Statements like that not only surprise the hell out of him because of her bluntness but leave him wanting to hear more. Deep inside he wants to know what else she’s gonna say. So he just chuckles and replies with an “Okay…”

“But, I told him that I think you would never go for that because you are an admin and you used to be married so you don’t seem like that type,” Linda continued.

“So you’re telling me that the only mysterious person who has a crush on me is Tommy?” He chuckles. He knows he’s pushing the envelope a little. The truth of the matter is that he does love to flirt with women. It has become a part of his nature and a part of the reason why he’s divorced. However, he’s made it a habit not to flirt with students but she is a few months away from getting her bachelor’s degree so in his mind, she’s really not a student anymore.

“Well, I can’t tell you, everyone. What I look like?” she answers and laughs.

He finally gets her home to her off-campus apartment. This is a part of town that has a lot of students and some faculty. It’s not too late so he’s not worried about what people may think of him dropping off a student because after all, in this weather, public transportation is not running well. He never wants to be that person to a let student freeze while waiting for a bus. He watches her go into her apartment and heads back home all the while not trying to think about the fact that he might actually like her.

This is what is going to get him in trouble again. He’s divorced because he couldn’t keep his dick in pants. He was far too curious about certain women in his life. Not to mention that his ex-wife was a general pain in the ass anyway, he’s always viewed her as a nag that he ended up with. But he knows that he’s the one who fucked up and that is why he lives alone, in a one bedroom apt, in a dump of a building.

He shrugged the feeling off that night and drove away. When he got home he told himself that we would put any thoughts about this chick behind him right after he finds a video on Pornhub to masturbate to. It was just his luck that she hit him up over Facebook while he was in the middle of it all. Of course, she will never know but the fact that she hit him up made things easier for him. 

Teddy: Wow, do I come across as a loner?

Linda: Well, no. But you look like you could use a friend every so often.

Teddy: I really do appreciate that. But I think I can get by. Besides, I figured you would like someone closer to your age.

He cringes as he types that. He’s not that old and now all the possibilities raced through his head. She’s got to be at least 15 years younger than him. She can probably break him in half and drain his balls dry. He would absolutely love every minute of it.

Linda: You right, but these boys are so immature!

Teddy: I have to agree with you on that, but that doesn’t mean that I have my own issues that I deal with. I have plenty of baggage I’m sure you wouldn’t want to do with.

Linda: See, that’s the thing. You own up to your shit like a real man and your overall demeanor is such a turn on.

He stares at the screen in awe. This is not how he thought his night would go. He’s totally being macked right now. A co-worker had told him once that young women these days are rewriting the way guys date. They are so aggressive that you will get punked for having no balls.

He must be thinking too much because she types again: Did I say too much?

Teddy: No. I’m just letting my imagination go wild.

Which was true. Linda is a thick girl which is right up his alley. She is about 5’2 with long curly hair and lips thicker than a roll of quarters. In fact, she has the nicest set of full lips that he has seen a long time.

Linda: Really? Care to share?

Teddy: Just thinking about those lips.

Linda: lol most guys do. What do you think about exactly?

Teddy: I love that red lipstick you wear. I wonder how those lips will feel around certain parts of me.

Linda: Trust me, I’m talented. My tongue would make your soul shiver.

Teddy: Wow.

Linda: Too much? I haven’t even told you how much I enjoy head.

Teddy: Damn, I bet you do. But, look… as much as I would love to take this further, you are a student and the last thing I want to do is lose my job. I mean, don’t you graduate soon? lol

At this point, he’s trying to reel it in. He refuses to let this go further because thinking with the other head never leads to anywhere good. He is better of sticking to the original plan for tonight.

Linda: I graduate in May, but you right. I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble.

Teddy: I tell what, once May rolls around… we can live out every fantasy we have with each other.

Linda: I can accept that but, you should at least tell me what fantasy you want to live out. I personally don’t see anything wrong with two adults talking.

Teddy: You really are talented alright. You have a gift for talking your way into things that you want, don’t you? lol

Linda: This is true. :)

This is how he ended that night. Teddy was able to talk his way out of doing something so incredibly dumb. Although the best part of the night was finding that right video on Pornhub, this conversation stuck out in his mind over the last several days. By the end of the week, he figured the best way to get this out of his system was to write a story about it.

The problem was that when they saw each other, their passing glances were filled with lust. Linda wore that red lipstick and it only made him think about her more. He had concerns that perhaps someone would notice. Although there were not particularly long glances it seemed so obvious to him. This is when he knew that he probably has a crush on her too if he is being so damn paranoid over a passing glance.

He thought about hitting Linda up on Facebook but he always made himself busy. He read somewhere that the art of distraction can stop anyone from doing something stupid. So when he thought about hitting her randomly he did anything from playing PS4 to re-watching entire seasons of Young Justice.

This all leads up to today with another impending snowstorm heading to New York, Teddy spent most of the day making sure that his snow tires were set. As he drove back home he heard his phone chiming and right away he knew that it was from Facebook. He knew it had to be her. Not many people message him there. Most people just text him directly. Interestingly, enough, he never gave Linda his phone number.

After he parked the car, he checked his phone on his way to his apartment. Linda left him a message, I know that you said we should wait but I also know we’re pretending that we’re not thinking about the inevitable. So how about I, at least, make dinner for you. We can just talk. I make a mean arroz con gandules.

Damn! He thought to himself. What they say about the key to a man’s heart being is his stomach is so true. His family lives in Yonkers so he doesn’t get to see them as much as likes. Most of his meals consist of food from the student union and Burger King. So the idea of any homemade food is mouthwatering.

He doesn’t respond until after he gets into his apartment: That’s how you do me? haha How am I supposed to say no to this?

Linda: You can say no, but why would you?

He shakes his head thinking about this question. Why would he say no? He can come up with all the reasons in the world to go over there that don’t revolve sex but none of them would make sense. Besides, the food is a huge reason for him.

Teddy: You do have a point. I suppose there is nothing wrong with dinner.

Linda: Exactly, we can eat talk. Perhaps watch a movie.

Teddy: Did you just offer Netflix and chill?

Linda: Haha, and if you want, you can fuck my mouth.

Now, Teddy stares out the window of his car. Snowflakes begin to fall. How he got here is pretty irrelevant at this point. As much as he’s debating the right and wrong about all of this, the truth is that he made his decision the moment he opened the door to his apartment and walked out. Teddy knows that if he gets caught in a situation where this storm is so bad he might be stuck here. How bad could this be? As she said, aren’t we both adults in the end?

He finally shuts off the car and gets out. The evening flurries are now becoming larger. He walks quickly to her apartment in order to avoid people that may be walking around. The truth of the matter is that it is about 8pm on Sunday. People are home watching either football or zombie shows. It’s also really cold so he’s not surprised that people have seemed to stay in for the most part. He knows this is his last chance. He can walk away and not step into this situation.

He plays this out in his mind. Dinner will be great. They will joke and laugh and she will ride his dick all night. They will fuck like rabbits for the next few weeks until he gets tired of her and it will lead to her pain and misery. He will end hurting her and she will hate him forever or close to it. If he’s lucky Linda won't go to the provost, she will be another girl that he couldn’t deal with.

He knocks on the door. He can smell the aroma of the food and within a minute she opens the door wearing a black see-through fishnet bodysuit.

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Soundtrack of the Week 21/07/2017

It might be a day late but it is that time. It is time for the Soundtrack of the Week, the SYRHHT blog segment where I discuss latest music releases and other projects that I listen to over the space of 7 days. So, here is the Soundtrack!

French Montana- Jungle Rules Released July 14, 2017 Label: Bad Boy Records, Maybach Music Group and Epic Records

I am going to start off with a confession. I can count the amount of French Montana songs I have heard on one hand; I have never gone out of my way to listen to him before. I never had a major problem with him per say and I did like what I have heard but nothing really pushed me to listen to him more. Then, French released Unforgettable featuring Swae Lee (one-half of Rae Sremmurd). The song itself is wonderful, an interesting mixture of dancehall and afro-beats with Swae Lee laying down vocals that were certainly unexpected. However, what intrigued me most about this lead single was the music video and short documentary attached to it where French would go to Uganda, to embrace the culture and witness the musical and artistic talent within the African nation. It gave me a new view on the South Bronx M.C. and built an intrigue towards his upcoming project.

I walked into this project with relatively low expectations; Unforgettable was the only song I had heard and I have never heard a previous project from French Montana. To be honest, I was pleasantly surprised by what I heard. Jungle Rules includes an impressive mixture of hip-hop, trap, dancehall and afro-beats. The rap songs are very well produced and have catchy lyrics and melodies that stick with you while the songs that feature afro-beats and dancehall themes feel genuine and it does not feel like French just appropriating these genres amidst their rising popularity in pop culture.

I will definitely say that this album was a pleasant surprise with multiple songs that could become anthems. I see Jungle Rules taking French Montana to new heights and it is certainly a top project for this year.

RATINGS

Concept: 2/5 Production: 4/5 Lyrical Content: 3.5/5 Flow and Delivery: 3.5/5 Repeatability: 4/5 Did I enjoy this project? A lot more than I thought I would Songs to Recommend? Unforgettable, A Lie, Whiskey Eyes, Hotel Bathroom, No Pressure and White Dress

Final Rating: 3.4/5

French Montana featuring The Weeknd and Max B- A Lie I bet you were expecting Unforgettable to be on here. As a huge Weeknd fan, I had to place A Lie here. With a bumping bassline and lyrics that are difficult to not sing along to, this is a great song to follow up the uber success of Unforgettable

Tyler, The Creator- Who Dat Boy/911 Released June 30, 2017 Label: Odd Future Records, Columbia Records

I have two more confessions I would like to say. 

I have known of Tyler, The Creator for 6 years (which is a large portion of my life unironically) but I had never been a fan.

I first learned of Tyler from a diss toward him.

Hip-hop's dead, and I'm the lucky savior I'm kinda mad and I don't wanna pile up the anger All these no-flow, gimmicky-ass, fired-up behaviors With wack beats and gap teeth like Tyler the Creator Motherfucker, you not dope So you tryna get some attention by cussin' And eatin' a fuckin' cockroach? In "Goblin"? You get no props on it It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it

Taken from Hopsin- Ill Mind of Hopsin 4

This diss placed a certain perception of Tyler which was further supported when I would go on to listen to Yonkers for the first time. The beat was strange, I was fixated on Tyler’s weird mannerisms and how he would go on to eat a cockroach, vomit and then hang himself. It was a lot to take in as a 14-year-old. Two years later, a friend of mine would recommend Tyler to me so I said “f*ck it, let me listen to him”, I would go on to listen to his albums Goblin and Wolf and once again I found it hard to get into him so after a few listens of both, I left them. What finally brought me back to Tyler, The Creator was a combination of a few things: Tyler is one of the funniest rap personalities ever and recent verses on songs that I really like. This leads to my second confession

I spent this past week listening to a majority of his discography.

Jungle Rules and the next album on this week’s Soundtrack were listened to in between listens of Tyler’s discography. In the space of this week, I have re-listened to Goblin, Wolf and listened to Bastard for the first time. This listening experience has opened my eyes to many things and I do not know how to react. 

The reason I have placed Who Dat Boy/911 here is that, aside from being the first single for his latest album, Scum F*ck Flower Boy, I did not want to break down every single project in Tyler’s discography....on the Soundtrack of the Week...

Who Dat Boy/911 consists of two tracks: Who Dat Boy and 911/Mr Lonely, the latter of which follows the trend of having a song on the project consisting of two or more songs. Who Dat Boy is an awesome back and forth between Tyler, The Creator and A$AP Rocky while 911/Mr Lonely is a dark self-reflection of a person’s loneliness and solitude. Two very strong songs that set the tone for Tyler, The Creator’s most controversial project to date (because he came out as gay?)

Tyler, The Creator featuring A$AP Rocky- Who Dat Boy

Tyler, The Creator- 911/Mr Lonely

Dr Dre- 2001 Released November 16, 1999 Label: Aftermath Entertainment, Interscope Records

What brought around this listen of 2001 was the release of The Defiant Ones. The Defiant Ones is the HBO documentary series displaying the rise of Dr Dre and Jimmy Iovine (record producer and co-founder of Interscope Records), the build of their friendship, the impact the two men had on the music industry, all the artist they have worked with and their $3 billion selling of Beats Audio. This documentary is split into four parts and includes interviews with numerous artists as well as Dre and Iovine. Part three included a montage compiled of the parallel rises of two of Interscope’s most controversial figures, Tupac Shakur of Deathrow Records and Marilyn Manson of Nothing Records. These were two men I never saw as similar but just a few minutes of vivid imagery blew my mind. I absolutely recommend everyone to watch The Defiant Ones.

Coming back to the album., 2001 is my favourite Dr Dre project...I daresay it is his very best work. To me, this was the height of Dre’s production prime, compiling a strong showing of iconic G-Funk beats and bringing together some of the best artists to not only be on Aftermath but in the entirety of hip-hop. Snoop Dogg, Kurupt, Xzibit, Nate Dogg, Eminem, just to name a few of the iconic names that help shape this timeless album. While the lyrical content was controversial (I think that is the word of the day), it was a reflection of the gangsta rap that helped Dre and many of his associates make names for themselves and it has some of the most memorable lyrics ever.

There is only one problem I have with this album and I will show you with a handy diagram.

This pie chart is a visual representation of the artists and performers who offered vocals to 2001. I would like to direct your attention to the unattached segment of this pie chart. That is the second largest segment and it belongs to an artist some people may not have ever heard of...Hiitman. 

Aside from sharing a stage name with one of the most famous wrestlers ever, Los Angeles M.C. Hiitman is the most featured artist on 2001, one of the most famous hip-hop albums. Despite making NINE vocal appearances on this album and being signed to Aftermath in the 90s, he had not released a project until 2005, six years after the release of 2001 and long after he had already left Aftermath. Hiitman’s most famous single Last Dayz, is a song that was on the B-Side of the far more famous Forgot About Dre. What makes this worse is that Hiitman is a spectacular rapper; his flow is smooth yet methodical and he reels off strong gangsta lyrics with ease...it is a damn shame.

Still, 2001 is one of the most iconic albums in history. It would be difficult to find some who have never heard songs like Still D.R.E, Next Episode, Forgot About Dre or Xxpolsive. If you’ve never heard this album as a rap fan, you need to really question yourself.

RATINGS

Concept: 2.5/5 Production: 5/5 Lyrical Content: 4.5/5 Flow and Delivery: 5/5 Repeatability: 5/5 Did I enjoy this project? Yes...of course, I did Songs to Recommend? Still D.R.E, Next Episode, Forgot About Dre, Xxpolsive, Some L.A. Niggaz and The Message

Final Rating: 4.4/5

Dr Dre featuring Eminem- Forgot About Dre I had to put this song. It is my favourite collab between Dre and Em, it has my all-time favourite Em verse and even though the music video version cuts the verse short, it literally acts out the words Shady was saying...it’s just amazing And the music video version even has an extract of Hiitman- Last Dayz...which is also a very good song

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I know he's not the best, I don't expect him to be too scary or spook. He is just for fun. Also Trigger warning because this might disturb/ trigger some people Tw: Rape, Pedophilia, Necrophilia, Death Basic: Name: Jean Nelson Cp name: None Nicknames: Bat boy because his nose kinda looks like a bats because of how it points upwards, Teddy due to him living in the Teddy Bear Motel, Trix because he's just for kids. All names are given to himself by himself because he has a lot of free time Age: 17, dies at almost 18 Birthday: May 23, 1973 Deathday: April 7, 1990 Race: White(and he is also Albino) Sex: Male Sexuality: Straight Religion: Christian and loves Jesus, although he doesn't fully understand the religion and assumes he will still go to heaven, because he thinks that he can sin as much as he want because Jesus died for it, but thats really not the case at all. Residents: The Teddy Bear Motel c5.staticflickr.com/9/8316/292… abandonedkansai.files.wordpres… Located in Whittier North Carolina Hotel Info: The hotel was abandoned, and he decided to stay there because it was much warmer then his cabin in the woods because of instillation. Mental disorders:Narcissistic personality disorder, Intermediate explosive disorder Accent: Southern but he slurs his words, and ends  up drooling a lot when talking. Prized Possession: A Taxadermied 16 y/o girl that he did by himself, She's kinda rotten. WIP character. --- Appearance: He doesn't look too spooky, but his actions kinda spook me Hair: Light ash blonde (whatever the fuck, just blonde basically) Medium length, although normally kept up. Its burnt of in many places on the face. Eyes: Cat like shaped eyes. They're green or blue, not sure yet Body Type: kinda muscular, pretty short. He has chubby arms<3 Height: 5"4 Weight: 139 lbs. Extra: he has lots and lots of burns.I cant really draw burns, they look a bit too fresh, I know. Due to the burns it kind of hurts him to open one side of his mouth, so when he talk and breathes and stuff one side droops and the oceanfox89.deviantart.com/art/… other side goes up making in look like he's smirking. The other side  of his mouth can and does open though. Outfits: Too many. Like way lots. The jeans aren't really rolled up that high, it's stylized. main outfit: oceanfox89.deviantart.com/art/… Nose: He doesn't have any nose skin so he cant keep his snot in his nose and is constantly getting boogers and stuff everywhere. He can't breathe well out of his nose because of that and it gets in his mouth a lot because he breathes out of it. He smears it around his face, its gross. Boots: cowboy boots that are brown and black, with no spurs. Legs: (Thicc) They're kind of chubby, but it's really just odd weight distribution. He eats a lot of dog, so he's not starving. --- Killing: Jean doesn't go out of his way to get a kill, but when he does kill it is for sexual purposes, to get off basically. However, since what he is into is so odd, it doesn't feel like the victim is being sexually violated, which he thinks is wrong.  How he kills in he normally bashed their head in with his hockey stick, or slice them with it. He will occasionally hang them, or make small cuts in them and let the victim bleed out. --- Fetishes: One reason that Jean kills is to get a good wank. His sex thing was badly burnt when they were attacked and overtime he developed strange fetishes that he does to his victims.  Trigger Warning, but important info   Erotophonophilia: Sexual pleasure in murder Necrophilia Pedophilia Piquerism: Pleasure in piercing or cutting the flesh Sadism Zoophilia: Animal fetish Zoosadism: Inflicting pain in animals, or seeing animals in pain. --- Personality: He's a dick. He wont talk to or go after anyone over 20. He  pretends to be sweet and happy and pretends to not have much of a personality and be 2 dimensional like a cartoon character to trick kids into thinking he is fun loving and happy. He's really just a sad, perverted sex freak, who love targeting the weak, young and venerable. He occasionally will belittle his victims before he kills them once he's caught him in his shed or in the motel, and just yell at them because he is angry for no reason. He really does regret it, and it doesn't feel as great as it did. Misogynistic type( Hates women) Why have sex if it's no love?He's secretly extremely sad with what he's done with his life. Before it even started really. He's only 17. He could have made a family of his own. He knows he blew his only change at a family and love, he messed it up the second he got it. Nobody told him it was wrong, what he did to his sister. And if you can't fix what's broken, break it more, right? Likes: Children(in that way), getting off to dead people (in holes he cuts in them, not birth canals), Sugar Rice Krinkles, Jesus, eating flowers, staplers, NICKELODEON, the cold, wet pleasure of penetrating corpses, acting, being romantic, however his version of romantic is sick and twisted, exhibitionism, Killing hikers and fucking their dogs Dislikes: Hippies, because they annoy the fuck out of him, Victims who scream or bark too  loud and hurt his ears, most people besides himself, loud noises, "kinkshaming", men Beliefs: He believes that killing children and bashing in the stomachs or pregnant women is fine to save the children from living miserable lives. He thinks its immoral to have real sex with women, because he never has, but holes he cuts into them is fair game. Strength: He is fast, in the short periods of time he can run, from practice he can swing his hockey stick well, he can climb, and get into small places easily, can fallow things well with his eye and rarely loses sight of victims. Because they're dumb children and loud animals. Weaknesses: He's human, he has human weaknesses, he has poor eyesight because he is albino, and his hair is also easily grabbed and pulled. He also has problems with running for a long time because his nose is normally clogged and he cant breathe. Also, because he is normally breathing from his mouth, he has a hard time sneaking up on people. He is much weaker then most men. He doesn't have any depth perception because his eye was burnt over. theme song: Yonkers Instrumental by Tyler the Creator and Goosebumps Instrumental by Travis Scott www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0ZQyr…; or www.youtube.com/watch?v=bQBw1f… (just for fun) but highkey inspired by Tron Cat by Tyler the Creator. www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kd3hxZ… --- Phobias: Androphobia: Fear of adult men, due to most of them being stronger then him Pyrophobia: Fear of fire Mastigophobia: Fear of whips --- Extras: Since the motel doesn't have electricity, when he kills an animal, he eats it. Probably died from tetanus or being shot, i'm not sure yet, possibly froze to death still my innocent little floof bby He's not gay btw He's all badass until someone attacks back, then he's a little bitch ---  TRIGGER WARNING  (just in case) This includes background Story: written by siner666.deviantart.com/art/Je… --- Short background:    Jean was born and left at the hospital. However he was adopted by a "nice" couple that took care of him until he was around 7. However the the father cheated on the mom and the mom became angry at Jean and his siblings at the time. The people he had always known as his real family. He was taken away by cps and placed into foster care while his mother was evaluated. He was placed in a few more terrible homes until he finally go to Edmunds. They were a nice Mexican family. He had a little sister names Sarah in that family. He became very addicted to TV and his family got him whatever he wanted to deal with his trauma.They gave him whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, so it made him very self absorbed. But he wasn't satisfied. Jean eventually fell in love, but he knew that her family would stop them from being together. So he kidnapped her in the night and ran away with her. taking the things they bonded over with them, so that just maybe she would forgive him. He was immediately found out and the town basically went out in a mob to go find him. When he he was found he was attacked, rather violently, because the townspeople much rather did things own their own and not with legal help, so they decided to chase them down and catch them by themselves. It was like an old fashioned mob. One mad decided too pick up a lantern but dropped it and it burnt the two children. He assumed he killed them The girl died but Jean didn't. When their parents found out they were devastated, they never knew he survived.    Jean was absolutely devastated, the only person he could ever truly love was dead. He ran to a hotel, that had been very important to him as a child. Only to learn that it had been abandoned, which was a pleasant surprise to him. He and his sisters dead corpse stayed at the motel for the longest time until she started rotting, so Jean started looking for a new body.    He found a cabin in the woods and camped there and killed any children that happened to wander in. And animals, and eventually pregnant women.    One day he was strolling around in his little forest, and found some campers. A single dad, a daughter who was 11 and a son who was 13, and their dog. He snuck into their tent while the dad went away to get their truck.Jean underestimates how strong the son is. Jean assumes he can go in, kill the brother, and steal the sister and dog. He intended to kill him with a hammer he found in his motel. HE walks in and accident steps on the brother. The brother was SHOOK and immediately started beating Jean over the head with the closest object, a flashlight. He does it to the point when his head is cracked and bleeding out. the brother told him to scram, which he did, only to come around the other side and snatch up the dog and sister. Jean even this dazed and confused state still managed to run with them and climb to the roof of the motel. He held the dog over the roof to taunt the brother. The father came then. Seeing one of his beloved children in danger he climbed up to the roof with Jean. He grabbed Jean by the hair and dragged him down from the roof down the fire escape. He took the hammer Jean had, and grabbed wads of his blood clotted hair and nailed it to a wall. Jean passed out. When he woke up the father forcefully ripped him  form the wall, scalping him and exposing the hole in the skull the his son made. The father shoves his foot in the crack and spread it more. Jean was basically having full blown seizures at this point. The dad gets the scalp and then he tied it around his neck and hung him. And finally tore the better part of his face off and left him there to die, even though he probably already died before. The thirty two year old man, Walter Hugo, was later charged with the multiple murders, and minor rape. Walter was sent to death row and Jean was obviously dead.