#buddy swanson

[mrsaltieri-real]

That’s it. That’s the post. Whose YOUR favourite murder boy?

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Since no one got around to asking and I want to share, Buddy Swanson isn't one for costumes (outside the Metal Killer fit) but when you ask and insist he agrees, leading to dark wash jeans, a black t shirt, a collar and kitty ear headband, he lets you put whiskers on him too.

[adaricruz]

u gon tell me there’s a horror musical n the killer is a metalhead

[early20sfailingplenty]

Home cooking, homicide // final(est) girl Bex x Buddy Swanson

A/N: Happy happy birthday @bisexual-horror-fan!!! Writing this for you was sooooo much fun and I can't thank you enough for all of the films we've shared, the discord chats, the streams, the writing, the commissions, just... everything. You have helped me make me braver and bolder and louder and prouder and you influence me every day in your teachings. You make this world a brighter, better, gentler and wiser place and I don't know what I'd do without you!!! I'm very proud of you and how far you've come and will continue to go.💖So here's to you, Bex, happy fuckin' birthday!! You're the final girl to end all final girls! Just as well you have a slasher to complement you on your journey...😉👀

Also, fun fact! The title of this gift is from Motörhead's song Eat The Rich, which is one of my favourite song of theirs! I was listening to it while writing this introductory note and got inspired by the lyric

"Get a sweet thing on the side Home cooking, homicide"

And here we have it! I hope you enjoy!! If not, I'm happy to write you something else.🥺💖

Word count: 2, 543.💕

You wondered how many people could say that their work shifts doubled as a date with their partner... not many, you would wager. Not that you could afford to, even if you wanted to, what with the meagre wages you and Buddy were paid for the incredibly demanding and repetitive work you did. You practically ran the entire kitchen between yourselves; both of you doing double the work listed in your job descriptions. Camilla was also hired to work here, but with her now working on the next production, she was rarely if ever on a kitchen shift. You and Buddy had been picking up where she should have been, so it was more work for the same money... typical capitalist bullshit. Even at summer camp.

But still... The point stood.

How many other people could say that their work shifts doubled as a date with their partner?

For you and Buddy, food was an every day guarantee and a joint staple in your daily routines. It was a joy to cook, a wonder to be able to eat what you wanted while you were on shift so long as you had the ingredients. Sampling dishes to make sure that the food tasted good wasn't strictly a necessity but you always said that doing so was for 'quality assurance purposes'; and it never failed to make Buddy smile at you fondly over industrial cans of food. To be able to take care of one another while you worked as best and as fast as you could as you got swept off your feet trying to feed the tens of kids at camp, the managers, actors and cast members, the musicians and everyone else who worked behind the scenes to make the magic happen on the modest stage, was a gift. You loved the life you and Buddy had built together and you loved the way you loved each other. You loved food, trying new recipes and dishes, eating and hanging out, and even doing the dishes was fun when you had Buddy standing shoulder to shoulder with you. He would sometimes flick bubbles over at you, trying to distract you, but you would only grin and swat at his ass with a sharply aimed towel the next time you walked past him. He always saw you coming. Sometimes he allowed you to do it, a smirk on his face with the sharp crack of the towel, and sometimes he simply dodged. It depended on his mood and how playful he felt.

It was just good to share the camp kitchen with Buddy, and your own passion and love for food and eating only made everything all the more richer for you. Buddy could take or leave cooking, he didn't care. Hell, he couldn't wait to get the hell out of dodge, but you made the kitchen what it was for the both of you. Your presence made everything brighter and more hopeful for Buddy, and he showed his appreciation for you through physical affection and food.

Buddy was always fun to watch in the kitchen. He cared little for the 'freaks' you both cooked for every day and yet he never allowed his emotions to get in the way of the role he had to play in the kitchen. The food itself was never affected by his hatred for his job and the person he was employed by. It was a hard slog in the kitchen daily for people he cared not for, but it was also a chance to spend the day with you. The both of you knew what you were doing in the kitchen and you knew the layout of the camp kitchen like the backs of your hands, so it was little more than a dance around one another to make the daily menus happen and even come up with some dishes which were rare treats; something you cooked just because you loved it. Or, if the budget allowed, just because you could.

Like oven done ribs.

It was a low effort meal (most of the things prepared in the camp kitchen were as the palettes of children and teenagers could be somewhat... limited, as could be the assigned budget) but it tasted so good – it was one of your favourites for a reason and Buddy loved to surprise you with it on special occasions; such as your birthday. He had squirrelled away some of the budget so that he could get you the ribs without anyone aboveboard finding out. You could have bought the ribs yourself, they were often on your grocery lists, but where was the fun in surprising you with your own food?

When asked, you could rattle off the ingredients like it was the back of your hand, and this was how Buddy had gotten the recipe from you. Emphasis had always remained on the apple cider vinegar being applied before the rub, which involved so many herbs and spices it had initially made Buddy's head spin, but now the gathering and application of these flavours to the ribs had become second nature to him. He wasn't as quick about it as you were, but he was close.

It always made your heart fuzzy to watch him, his dark curls hanging over his blue eyes, his eyebrows reaching for each other in concentration as his hands moved over spice bottles and herb packets, pulling one out and then either using it or putting it back with a slight shake of his head when he had picked out the wrong one.

Sometimes you helped him, sometimes you didn't... It depended on how bored you were, how busy the kitchen was and how evil you felt. Buddy always found the right one eventually, and watching him struggle could be fun. It wouldn't be fun for the food, though, so more often than not, you helped even when Buddy was more than capable of doing it himself.

You just liked to be close to him.

"You think these ribs will take long?"

Buddy's voice was quiet, his tender blues fixed on you as he asked a question he already knew the answer to just to hear your voice. He was soft like that sometimes, but only for you. His final girl.

"Nah," you shook your head, eyeing Buddy with a gaze almost as hot as the heat coming from the preheated stove. "Two, two and a half hours max. Want the meat falling off the bone, get it all nice and tender."

Buddy nodded his head. He was becoming increasingly distracted, quiet, while Camilla was becoming louder, more annoying. You had never liked her. You wondered what was happening to the Swansons, but you figured things would reveal themselves in all good time. And if not, well... Buddy was private, he kept things to himself, but if he felt the need to talk to you, then he would do so when he was good and ready and not a second before. It wasn't your place to push. Buddy knew you were there for him as surely as he knew he had curly hair, and you felt comfort and security in that knowledge too. The love which existed between the both of you was as natural and as easy as breathing. You didn't have to think about it.

It just was.

Buddy was a rather affectionate man. He didn't seem that way, but sometimes instead of flicking soap suds at you at the kitchen sink when the both of you were washing up, he would instead shuffle to stand behind you so that he could rest his forehead on the back of your shoulder, or he would wrap his arms around your waist and pull you flush against him. There were no intentions other than giving and receiving love in equal measures. He had been so deprived of touch and love; the upbringing he had received after his mother's murder wasn't love, not really. It was walking on eggshells and sitting on a secret so callous and cruel that it had twisted him into the man you knew him as; childhood trauma left to fester turned into a wound that never healed and instead ripped open and bled more still every time he had to face the man who ran the camp and the Swanson siblings' lives: Roger McCall.

It was a wound which never stopped bleeding, but you did what you could to help Buddy patch himself up.

You could have only ever suspected that patching Buddy up so that he could begin to heal was not what he wanted. No, what Buddy wanted was revenge. On Roger, on the industry, on his sister for becoming an actress... The Metal Killer was bloodthirsty and if revenge was what he wanted, then... it was revenge which he would have.

But not yet... the timing wasn't right. The place was, but the time had yet to pass. The much anticipated opening night of The Haunting of the Opera was when Buddy would get his revenge and Camilla would most likely end up being collateral damage. Buddy didn't want that for her, he really didn't, but he had chosen his path and she had chosen hers. It seemed that their life path, which they had always walked through together, had a fork in the road and they would be going their own ways. They were twins. Buddy and Camilla had always lived life together, but somewhere along the way did the fates show Buddy that they were to die alone, separated from one another in all ways but blood.

Never to meet again, if Buddy's own show went to plan. He was devastated to potentially lose his sister but if that was the way it had to be, then so be it. She had made her bed by deciding to follow her mother's footsteps to the letter. Buddy had dug the graves he needed, since he had failed in his plans to stop his sister from becoming an actress. All that was left was for the sands of time to turn their tricks, as they do on everyone. Buddy had accepted the way things would go. You were kept in the dark, your suspicions rising but otherwise left unattended, but your own role would show itself in time.

Until then, though, he was cooking oven done ribs for his final girl's big thirtieth birthday. And, oh, what a filthy decade it was to be. You and Buddy had plans to make money. Both of you had employment history with food, so it wouldn't be too difficult for you to work with Buddy in the restaurant he wanted to open one day. Probably in New York - that's where the money was. With money came power, and with power came the ability for Buddy to get out from underneath Roger's nails. Camilla too, if she wanted. It was looking increasingly like she didn't want to; she wanted fame, she wanted her mother back and she thought that pipe dream lay in following her mother's path. She was wrong, Buddy knew that, and so did you, but Camilla hadn't quite caught up yet to the fact that the industry she had dreamed of participating in ever since she was a child would eat her alive.

By the time she woke up, it would be too late.

The oven beeped, preheated to the correct temperature, and Buddy cast his eyes over the ribs to check them over before he slid them into the oven, smoothly kicking the door shut as he flipped a heavily grease stained white towel over his broad shoulder. It was one smooth movement; he had had years of practice. The mountain of dishes which had accumulated during the making of lunch made him scoff in derision. It was becoming harder and harder for him to take this job seriously. His dark ambitions were so important, his rage and trauma bigger than he. He just wanted Roger and the freaks to shut their faces, he wanted to get out, to get away, he wanted his own money and his own place, Buddy wanted freedom with no one remaining from his previous life except you, especially after spending most of his life living out choices which were made for him by a man he loathed.

As the ribs cooked in the oven, baking in the spices and the meat's own juices, you and Buddy entertained one another with jokes, miniature food fights (conducted using only waste products like bell pepper hearts or bits of spaghetti which never made it into the pot from where Buddy had thrown it in the general direction of the pot of boiling water without a care for where the uncooked pasta landed), and generally working hard to feed the entire camp. No matter the situation, you fought hard and somehow always made things work. Watching you in the kitchen, watching you go between cooking and cleaning up, always humming and singing, often made Buddy wonder how you would handle The Metal Killer. He knew beyond all shadow of a doubt that you would handle it and him with grace.

When you decided to do something, nothing and no one would stop you. It was what made you a final girl. It was what made you the final girl. You would survive the camp but all others around you would fall - the ones on Buddy's Wall, anyway. The rage within Buddy was strong enough that he could bring down someone twice his size, he could bend limbs and appendages with little effort; the kitchen had given him more skills than just time management. It had given him muscles, it had given him the weapons and the means with which to protect himself and his sister, to protect his final girl even though she could and would protect herself. Buddy admired the way you faced a situation with the seriousness it required and did everything you could even when it felt wrong, because you knew it was right. It was a distinction observed in few people. Buddy had only ever been able to keep quiet about the things he had seen, the things he knew, but you spoke up, you used your voice, and Buddy felt comfort in knowing that you lived for yourself in the way he had never been able to, no thanks to Roger.

The last hour of cooking the ribs involved basting the meat with its own juices every ten minutes, and so entertainment slowed, but the affection between you and Buddy remained as strong as ever. While the camp's menu for the various departments and age ranges had been fully catered to as per Roger's instructions, you and Buddy had somehow managed to find the time and ingredients to make your favourite sides to accompany the oven done ribs. It was to be a fire birthday meal, but the plans didn't end there. Not today, not with so many years of your life to celebrate alongside the promise of many more to come. More often than not, Buddy had more plans than actions, but on your birthday, your birthday, Buddy had more actions since the only real plan was to celebrate his final girl. His.

[lucifers-horror-harem]

Buddy Swanson accidentally doing this at least once

person who tries to become a serial killer but they've worked in kitchens for so long that when they try to sneak up on someone they say "behind, knife" on reflex, alerting their would-be victim to their presence

[dream4kiptvstream]

Must-watch Cillian Murphy movies and TV shows you didn't know about

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[lightofthemoonglow]

kinktober day seventeen

Threesome or moresome | Fisting | Vore

Buddy Swanson and Sam Wescott

dedicated to the amazing @bisexual-horror-fan

The head counselor. The head cook. The only nurse. The top three positions of authority at this camp. Kirk, Spock, McCoy, she calls them. Sam is their Kirk, being the actual leader that is the glue holding them all together, the balance between the other two. Buddy is their Spock, the pragmatic one that isn’t as expressive, but there’s so much heart to him underneath that exterior. And she’s the McCoy, the whirlwind with a big mouth and bigger emotions. They’re all passionate people though, the three of them somehow having found a way to make it work enough that people want to work with them, the kids want to come back. It’s easy, yet it feels like it takes over everything when they’re all together.

Of course there are rumors. There have been since the first day they had come together, forming the power trio. But only after the whispers had died down did they come true.

–-

“What are you two troublemakers up to?”

Sam ambles over to the lakebed, where a canoe is parked. Steve had asked someone, anyone, to finish testing out the lake gear after he had needed to rest his ankle after incurring an extremely minor injury involving a gopher hole. Lucky for him, Taylor the crafts counselor was helping him in these trying times.

It's the last day of setup before the kids arrive. In fourteen hours, they'll be here and their time will be consumed for the next couple of months. There will be very little personal time for a while.

"We are celebrating a perfect score on the safety inspection." She smiles up at Sam, languid and slow as she beckons him to join her and Buddy on the blanket laid out on the ground. It’s one they’ve laid on countless times, having been ruined by paint and glitter their first summer together. It’s strange how time has become divided between before and after they met. She’s on her back, knees bent as she looks up at the sky as Buddy sits normally, one knee bent and the other leg flat on the ground.

Sam joins them, sitting on her other side. It's a familiar layout, her in the middle. One of the photos on the homepage of the camp website is of the three of them, her arms around their backs as her head rests on Buddy's chest, though she's looking up at Sam, the camera catching her mid-giggle.

"Kids are due tomorrow. Gonna be the last time we have any privacy for weeks." Buddy sighs, gazes out at the water. He shifts around, his head going into her lap, a place he's familiar with. "And then it's back to the city." He's got a fancy restaurant gig lined up at the end of the summer. As it turned out, one of their returning campers had a father who owned this swanky place and constant talk about Buddy's meals had eventually gotten the guy to call him. After years of sticking it out at various places that weren't nearly as nice, it was good for him to have a win. But that would mean not seeing each other for a while, not until around wintertime.

"You make it sound like you're marching to your death." Sam tries to joke, but it is very clear how he feels about the gang splitting up. He moves to grab a bottle of water but pricks his finger on a burr. "Ow!"

"Poor baby. Want me to kiss it better?" She jokes, but it's not really a joke. The time is now, and they all know it. It's now or maybe never because so much could change in the next several months.

"Yeah. I do." Sam's voice is serious, he knows the implications, what it could lead to. But it's dark, the camp is quiet, it feels like they're the only people in the world right now.

Her mouth is soft, gentle against his. Buddy looks up at them, sort of but also not really trapped between their bodies. It's not for long, because Sam pulls back soon, his lips smeared with cotton candy lipsmackers. There's no going back now, it's like Eve biting the apple. The line is gone, all pretense is out the window. It's at the bottom of the lake, alongside the paddle Steve broke last summer.

"I think I…" Buddy can't even come up with a convincing lie, he knows what he wants and they know it too. She leans up, he leans up and he can taste both her and Sam on her mouth, bringing forth a soft moan and Buddy gripping a handful of her hair.

It's not going to be like in a bad porno. It's not a V, it's a triangle. Their first summer, as if to foreshadow what was to come, she had insisted that love triangle was a stupid phrase to refer to two people fighting over another. A triangle is complete, it's when everything flows together perfectly. Those situations are a love V because two points never meet. Buddy and Sam kiss like they've done it for eons, falling together as naturally as she had with them.

If they leave the blanket, the spell will be broken, so that's where they stay. It's where it all began, it is where it will come to the natural conclusion. It could have only ended this way.

She's between them once again, all of their shorts pushed down, her shirt pushed up as Sam's hands grope at her bare tits. No need for a bra in the summer, she'd said over and over again. Buddy's cock is rutting between her thighs as he spits into his hand to jerk Sam off. She's kissing the both of them as much as she can, they're kissing each other, it's a mess of drool and teeth. Sam's hand goes between her legs, searching for her clit.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Buddy grunts, kissing her neck in between words. "Should I -?"

"No." She doesn't care, there's no risk. Nothing matters right now, and she encouraged him without uttering a word after her brief insistence that he come all over her thighs. The mess can always be cleaned up after all.

But it's Sam that comes first, shooting off all over her belly and Buddy's hand. She's so close and yet Buddy beats her to the punch, smearing her inner thighs and the blanket with his spend. Before she can even protest, a hand from each of them is between her legs and she's coming with a sharp cry that scares away a small flock of sleeping birds.

There's no awkward silence afterwards, merely some smiles and a suggestion that they clean off in the lake. It was always meant to end this way, after all and now all they need to do is wait for another moment like this to come around.

[clemsfilmdiary]

Lethal Weapon (1987, Richard Donner)

10/25/24

[ferociiumarchive]

« @bloodykneestm » stabbed the heart ;

" It disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional. "

[ace-of-clubs-and-diamonds]

🌹Giiiive

For every 🌹 received in my inbox I'll post one random sentence of a random WIP I'm currently writing:

You leaned over and batted your eyelashes at him. A gentle tug on the leash had his gaze snapping up to yours. “How do you expect to get a treat when you’re misbehaving like this?"

[alpacinocharactertournament]

looking at the pacino flicks i havent watched yet to watch today &

[fly-boy-in-the-sky]

California Monotagari (California Story) 1982 Artwork PART 1

Nagged off my buddy Max on Twitter @/cutecats96 so everybody thank him for the scans lol

California Story is seen as the predecessor to Banana Fish following very similar themes, as well with taking place in New York City too, except set in the late 70s. I highly recommend you read it, I did right after I finished the BFish manga, its around 50-60ish chapters.

The story follows Heath Swanson who's run away from his home in San Diego and travels cross country to NYC to live with some friends. On the way, he meets another runaway kid named Eve, who's dream is to visit California. Eve grows an attachment to Heath and follows him along to New York and they begin on their time surviving NYC in the late 70s.

Also, this story is where Jenkins and Charlie first showed up fun fact, so it too takes place in the same world as banana fish.

[lxvvie]

Gurl

Yk who simon kind of gives me the vibe of???

HIM. Hes so grumpy lol. Refused to seek help. Like yeah ill just take Benadryl and sleep the gsw off s ok luvie. Like this stare is so simon coded 😂

Also I feel like out of everyone price has the most potential of having 2 ex wives named Tammy. He KNOWS when they are near and hes terrified. She the reason why he has high blood pressure and cortisol level. Its why he choose to do long term deployments lmao. Tammy cant find him if hes 1/2 way across the continent. OR CAN SHE🤣

Simon's inner Swanson comes out when someone asks a stupid question, says something silly, or bothers him before he's had his Cig and Cuppa.

I also think under different circumstances, Price and Graves would be excellent drinking buddies who bond over their former fuckboy ways. Price is very much the one who's experienced his fair share of Tammys in his youth. Young, dumb, and full of cum he was. He avoids certain places for that very reason because every time he meets up with one of his exes, they fuck. The rest of 141 wouldn't believe it if he told them.

Graves just slept around. Folks never thought he'd settle down... until he met you. When you meet some old friends of his, or, hell, a former fuck buddy, and they ask how you did it, how'd you get him to slow it down, you're confused and say, "I didn't...?"

Because it's the truth. Graves pursued you heavily.

Of course, Graves and Price don't compare to the God of the Fuckboys that is... Russell Adler. He could teach those rookies a thing or two. Or three. Fuck, how else do you think he got those scars?

[retro-only-darling]

Gloria Swanson and her little buddy

[dream4kiptvstream]

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[very-sleepy-bees]

Just finished Alan Wake 2 for the second time and fuck I'm tearing up at the "words from the developers" in credits

-"thanks to all the doctors, nurses and therapists at HUS for literally saving my life!"

-"thank you to my mammy and brother(hi Connor!)thank you to my partner Theo thank you to all queer and trans game developers"

-"Andrei K., for your love, care and being my light"

-"thanks to my wife, Ester Agaiby, for supporting me and always giving me the last slice of pizza"

-"this is way cooler than IT consulting."

-"Choupi <3"

-"for the best druid Xirnos, my inexhaustible source of support. My family and all my friends, whom I love so much more than I show, thanks."

-"Road and Jurate, for family support, even when far away"

-"moonshot, taken that bread, for the support and friendship despite time zones. Barbara Bedrković, for saying "I love you" when I needed it"

-"Tiina, for watching my limits, supporting(and enduring) me, but most importantly being there for both of your boys"

-"Thanks to my mom, Laila L. hey land, who was my light in the dark. Rest in peace. Love you.

-"Benjen Milde, for being the best gaming buddy and son I could have ever wished for. Alvin Lyle, for being my partner in crime on any occasion."

-"Henk, Ria, John, Stink, VV, friends, thanks for the support. Robin, for making me laugh each day(lied!). Thom, this one is for you. FBC. <3"

-"Arianne, Arian, Collin, Dou we and Lisa, thank you for your support, you keep me sane by hanging out and playing D&D with me each week."

-"For Rachel Swanson, who keeps the nightmares at bay"

-"Sean S, hope this lives up to your excitement"

-"Hannah, Blåhaj & Pollock for their constant support. Yop!"

This just really fucking get me. The love in each of them. The lives lived I'll never know anything about. The references understood by single digits of people this one just fucking gets me.