#dewey is a dumbass and i love him

[whumpy-wyrms]

yk i was having trouble writing tllr chapter 12 because Dew is sick with a fever in the beginning and i just,, idk felt uninspired or something because im not the biggest fan of sickfics or whatever

well now i’m sick with a fever and it’s helll so sorry Dew im gonna have to put you through this now my bad 👍👍 at least i am now inspired

if this post makes no sense it’s because my brain hurts and i’m tired 👍👍👍

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Mimi

Y o u ‘ r e a M A C H I N E

Pumping these bangers after bangers!!… You’re gunna need a whole Dewey Decimal system for all these masterpieces!! Your expressiveness and emotions inspire me, it’s contagious.

I’m gunna have to ask for mah Murdertoothpick Danger noodle of a nope rope , Crosshair.

I was absolutely FLOORED at the fics you’ve been spewing out.

So IF you would be ever so kind to indulge me or yourself —I present to you with a “choose your own dealer’s choice”

(Crosshair x F!Medic) or you can insert my OC

(Kave) 🦊 whatever strikes you right.

Any combinations of these:

18. “You shouldn’t be out here by yourself.”

38. “You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever agian. “

20. “I can’t leave you alone for one second without hurting yourself, can I?”

36. “How many fingers am I holding up?…I don’t have six fingers.”

44. “Do as I say not as I do. For real though, You don’t want to do what I do. I don’t want to do what I do.”

2. “I will always be there for you.”

Your choice I give you free range — you can make it hurt so good or bad / or add some whump or fluff / add as much drama as you desire…where ever in the timeline — The floor is yours Queen!❤️❤️❤️

@kavecika What a fantastic request, especially for my 20th request. I loved it. I did end up using your OC, so I hope I did Kave justice.

So I hope you enjoy what I came up with, love oo.

Promise

Warning: Medical injuries (somewhat graphic), burns, medical procedures, angst, hurt, comfort, kiss, fear of medical staff, feelings of being alone, I think that's it. If I miss any, please let me know.

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Crosshair sat in the medbay waiting for Kave to show up, after everything, after having his brothers abandon him for a kid, after having them nearly cook him alive, after them walking away, the one thing he could actually count on was Kave. 

She was the only bright spot left in his life. 

“I can’t leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?” She giggled as she walked in seeing him injured. She knew better than trying to coddle him, or worry about him to an extreme. She’d be able to do that in the privacy of their quarters later on that night. 

He only let out a strained chortle as the pain meds were slowly ebbing away.

“Okay, my beautiful murdertoothpick, I’m gonna have to take this bandages off, and see the extent of the damage, okay?”

He nodded, not able to find the strength to answer her.

“Pain meds wearing off?”

Nod.

“Okay, sweetie… hold on.” Kave reached over and grabbed another pain med, using the hyperspray and injecting it into his arm, “There you, sweetie. You’ll start feeling better soon. Just calming breaths. Okay. Use your sniper breathing for me.”

Nod. He tried his best to calm his breathing imagining he was lining up a target.

“Okay, here we go.” She slowly cut away the gauze, careful not to pull too quickly. Biting back the tears and worries she felt for the pain and injury he sustained. His hair was burned away, his skin bubbled and melted away from the heat. Some of it came off on the gauze she peeled away. She wanted to press a kiss to his lips, to hold him close to take away his pain. However, she needed to remain professional. 

“Alright, I’m going to need you to open your eyes for me, I’m going to pull away the eyepatch and then we’re going to test to see how much damage there is, okay?”

Nod.

She took in a deep breath, and prepared herself for what she’d find under the patch. She let out a sigh of relief that the damage wasn’t too bad. The eye was red, a little inflamed, which was understandable. The pupil was reacting to the light, which was fantastic. His eyes were tearing up as tears slid down his cheek. 

“Okay, How many fingers am I holding up?”

Crosshair took a second, his vision was blurred, and somewhat fogging from the tears forming. He couldn’t stop blinking for a while, “Um … six.”

Kave looked from him to her fingers, “Okay, well first, I don't have six fingers. I’m going to try and wash out your eye again. I know the medics on site already did that, but I’m trying again okay.”

“Yeah.”

After Kave dealt with the injured, she covered and protected it with a cool compress. Once she finished with his eye, she moved on to the more serious injury, she’d need to put bacta on the injury and keep him in the med bay for the next two days. To keep reapplying the treatment. She wasn’t looking forward to the argument that was about to ensue, she dismissed everyone from the room, leaving her and Cross alone. 

“Sweetheart, I’m going to need to keep you here for at least two days.”

“No.”

“Cross…”

“I said NO!”

She let out a sigh, “Baby,” she hated using that term but it was the only one that usually calmed him down enough to listen to her, “you need a sterile environment. This is your health, please, for me.” He was about ready to start arguing again, she held his hand and pressed it against her chest, “Listen to me, please. I’ll set you up in the ICU room, it’ll just be the two of us. No one else. I know you hate the med bay. I know you hate being poked and prodded, but I’ll be the only one taking care of you. I’ll treat you every time, and won’t let anyone else in. I’ll protect you and care for you. So please, for me… listen to me and stay here.”

Cross let out a trembling breath, he hated the med bay, he hated the memories that came from the training he and his brothers underwent when they were children… he hated that his brothers weren’t here anymore to stay with him. He hated that Wrecker wasn’t here to stay by his side when he got scared. He hated that Hunter wasn’t here to fight with him, to make him feel he had a brother. He hated that he couldn’t hear Tech’s hum in understanding as he read some new fact or understood some new principle or formula. He hated that he was alone. 

He squeezed her hand, “You promise?”

“I promise,” she pressed a kiss to his knuckles, “it’ll just be me and you. You know, I will always be there for you."

He nodded, “Okay. I’ll stay here for two days…”

“At least.”

“At least.”

“Thank you, my beautiful murdertoothpick.”

He let out a huff, “You know I hate that nickname.”

“No, you don’t,” she smirked. 

A small smile creeped onto his lips, “No. I don’t.”

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[crackedpumpkin]

Speaking of your previous(I think?) post about Infuriating Melodies…..*cutely kicks legs and giggles*

What is your characterization of Cole and the ninjas? I always love hearing others interpretations about it.

(っ˘ڡ˘ς)

oooo i am sitting down for this...

Let's start with Lloyd. First of all, can we just appreciate how they handled his character in Dragons Rising? We're getting to look at the very real effects of all the shit the poor guy's been through... At first I got annoyed tbh, I thought he was being too passive. However, it's pretty dumb of me to saythat because now i realise how used i am to protagonists who can solve a problem with little to no difficulty at all.

But onto more lighthearted stuff, he strikes me as...bitchless.

For lack of better word, i mean. tbh i skipped lots of crystallized bc i just dont like harumi as a character very much (i am not accepting feedback <3) so my opinion isn't the most reliable. I mean he has severe daddy and mommy issues so can you blame the guy. i bet he's the type of guy who wouldn't know you're flirting with him unless you straight up say it. he does however have rizz (thanks to everyone else in his team lmao but there are the cringey moments. trust.)

he's very organised and has learnt to put up with a lot of stupid shit bc he's in a team full of dumbasses /aff. there're a few mementos he keeps in a drawer next to his bed and when he needs a reprieve he just goes to it and grabs one. it calms him down.

For Jay, he's kinda just like me. constantly frazzled, but in a pinch he can step up to the position needed. They're all leaders but they just do things in different ways. He's a chaotic mess but like, a chaotic mess with a checklist :) i bet he and nya have a bunch of lego flowers in their room (yes they share a room or they sneak over to each other's room) he essentially reminds me of a mixture of dewey and huey from Ducktales (2017 reboot) (aka one of the the best shows in existence)

Zane to me is the undeniable anchor. he's got the absolute best roasts and i bet he's the main line of communication in terms of emailing, texting their allies and friends. if not for Zane who would regularly keep cyrus updated ? (besides pixal, i mean) he's an insane multitasker but if you spring a surprise on him he will buffer for a solid minute. his love language is def acts of service, and doesnt understand why some people feel bad for not reciprocating.

Kai is a mischievous little fire gremlin who is the de facto leader of the group if lloyd isnt there. he, jay, and cole are the enabler trio of the team, and their antics are enough to drive lloyd crazy. it's hard to believe he's the older one sometimes. i genuinel think he's just a big ball of vulnerable but he constantly pushes it aside to focus on other stuff. also, he has a surprising amount of mature moments with the group.

nya is smart, yes, but also the kind of person who thinks that if you cook stuff in an oven for an hour at 140 celcius, you can do the same thing by cooking it at 300 celcius for 5 minutes and achieve the same outcome. this has gotten her banned from the kitchen.

also she makes incredibly bad jokes sometimes. jay laughs regardless of whether theyre funny or not. i view her as someone who's got multiple degrees, but sucks at group work during projects

anyway thats all i have in mind for now, lmk if you'd like to hear me yap anymore lololol sorry for putting you through this anon <3

[musical-shit-show]

I loved your teacher!reader oneshot with dewey finn! I’d love to see more, maybe with #1 and #6 from prompt list 3 if you’d like?

no rules in breakable heaven

Pairing: Dewey Finn x Teacher!Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #1 (“i missed you, you idiot.”) and #6 (“i don’t care about them, i just want you.”) from Prompt List #3, spiritual sequel to close enough to touch

Warnings: anxiety, sexual references, fluff, dumbasses in mutual pining

Word Count: 2,299

Author’s Note: So sorry for the delay on this, sweet anon! I have been very busy with a show that I’m in, as well as just…not having a ton of inspiration for a bit. But I think this is a nice sequel to my first Dewey x Teacher!Reader one shot, so I hope you enjoy! As always, check out my Masterlist, About Me page, and Prompt Lists for any requests you’d like to make! I’m gonna be busier for next couple months, but will be working on requests and any other fics that spark my creativity. Thanks again to everyone who reads these silly little one shots, your support means the world!

You were never a rule breaker. It just wasn’t in your nature.

You never had a rebellious streak or disobeyed authority. Hell, you rarely ever talked back to your parents when you were younger.

But here you were, a full-grown adult sneaking around with the music tutor like you were lovestruck teenagers.

It had been a couple months since you and Dewey had started seeing each other in secret, and it was getting harder and harder to hide the truth from the rest of the staff at Horace Green.

Not only was Dewey constantly finding ways to visit your classroom or chat with you at lunch, you knew the other teachers were catching onto your incessant flirting whenever there was a development meeting or other afterschool function.

With the end of spring break, you knew it was only a matter of time until someone overheard you and Dewey in the hallways, and that would be the end of it. Gossip travels fast when the faculty is equal parts snooty and nosy.

On the last day before you were thrown back into teaching introductory poetry and essay structure, you waited for Dewey at your apartment, your knee bouncing nervously as the seconds ticked on. Not seeing him was starting to have an effect on you, which only made you feel more pathetic.

You and Dewey hadn’t exactly defined your relationship. Yes, you went out on dates, and hung out, and slept together, but you hadn’t had the talk. It made you feel juvenile just thinking about it, but how could you not?

You liked him, and you thought he liked you but…what if you were wrong? What if this was just something that filled his time? A meaningless fling? Dewey didn’t seem like the relationship type, despite the way you caught him looking at you.

Maybe sneaking around with the new teacher was just a way to add more excitement to his life. Not that you could really blame him. It was just as exciting for you, even if the thought of getting caught caused a wave of nausea to wash over you.

Your anxiety spiral was interrupted by a confident knock that rang in your ears.

Instantly, your heart jumped to your throat. Opening the door, you couldn’t help but light up as Dewey enveloped you in a bear hug, the scruff on his face tickling your neck.

“Hey there, stranger!” he boomed, his voice tired but giddy, “And here I thought you might’ve forgotten about me while I was gone.” He put you down, his scent lingering on you; he smelled like cinnamon, a noted change from his usual body spray.

You shook your head at his teasing. “I don’t think there’s anyone on this earth that could forget you, Dewey Finn,” the two of you laughed, and you noticed a familiar tinge of pink on his face. He still didn’t know how to be cool the minute you started flirting, which made you hopeful. How could someone blasé about a relationship blush every time a compliment or teasing remark was thrown their way?

The two of you sat down on the couch, your knees bumping against each other. “But seriously,” you said, feeling your hands start to sweat, “I missed you, you idiot.” He chuckled, draping his arm behind you.

“I missed you too,” he replied, “And remind me to never go on a road trip with Ned again. I love the guy, he’s my best friend. But God, he is not a ‘sleep-in-the-back-of-a-van-for-a-week’ type. Too high maintenance.” His tone was light, even as he complained.

An unspoken tension hung in the air, and even though you were both happy to see each other, you couldn’t help but sense that Dewey was uncharacteristically jittery. Why did you get the feeling there was something he wasn’t telling you?

“I told him about us, by the way,” he tacked on, a sheepish look falling across his face, “Ned, I mean. But don’t worry! The only people he talks to are me and Patty, and she’s, well, terrible and doesn’t have any friends so—”

“Dew,” you interrupted, before he jumped into a rant about how much he hated his best friend’s girlfriend, “It’s okay, I understand.” You wiped your palms on your jeans, finding the courage to jump into a potentially disastrous line of questioning.

“But uh, what did you tell him?” you could’ve had a heart attack right on the spot. “I mean, what did you say that I am to you, exactly?”

Now it was Dewey’s turn to take a ride on the Uncomfortable Express.

“Uh, well, that we’re seeing each other, ya know, enjoying each other’s company,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. A nervous tick you had picked up on over the past weeks. “And that you’re awesome and smart and I like you and…” He trailed off, his brown eyes flickering over your lips.

Without much warning he kissed you, slowly and tenderly. Your let out a small sigh as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him on the couch so you were practically in his lap.

Very smooth, Finn.

Not smooth enough to fully distract you from the conversation at hand, but he was certainly trying.

‘Seeing each other’? You guessed that was the best phrase for whatever it was you were doing, wasn’t it? Casual. Light. Fun. Easily ended if another, better prospect crossed his path.

The thought made you tense up, and Dewey noticed. He pulled away, delicately brushing a few stray strands of hair away from your face. “Are you okay?” his eyes instinctively flickered down your frame and back up to meet your gaze, “If you don’t want, I mean, we don’t have to right now if—”

 “Oh, no it’s not that,” you assured, patting him on the chest unconvincingly. Your eyes shot to your coffee table, which was strewn with papers. “I just…god I have to grade the kids’ essays before we get back to it tomorrow.”

Dewey was never the most perceptive guy on the planet, but even he noticed a shift in your demeanor. Before he had a chance to press you, an alarm blared on his phone, startling you both. He swiped it from his back pocket, his face flashing with panic.

“Shit,” he muttered, “Completely spaced, but uh, I have a private lesson I gotta teach in a half hour.” You inwardly thanked whatever higher power was intervening. You peeled yourself away from Dewey, your shoulders landing gently on the back cushion of your sofa.

He hopped up from the couch, quickly locating his wallet and keys. You got the feeling that he was secretly thankful for the interruption too. Not that you could blame him; if the roles were reversed, you’d want to get out of there as fast as possible too.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I shouldn’t have…I’ll see around, okay?”

You gave him a sad smile. “Don’t you always?”

Dewey’s lip curled, and he gave you a small kiss on the cheek before bounding out your front door.

***

Not being a rule breaker did have its benefits. Years of following and listening had given you the tools to become an effective teacher. You loved your students and you loved teaching, and those two things made the long days go by just a little bit faster.

Before you knew it, it was nearly a week since you had seen Dewey; he had been suspiciously absent from your usual meet-up spots, and you felt your spirits droop with each passing day.

You couldn’t help but feel sour about that night, but you knew it wasn’t Dewey’s fault; even with all the security you had in the other aspects of your life, relationships were always your weak spot.

Who among us wasn’t terrified of rejection?

As the final bell of the school week rang out, you breathed another sigh of relief as your class clamored out the door. Your job was rewarding, yet tiring; the prospect of seeing Dewey in the halls would at least make your day more interesting.

As you peaked your head out of your classroom to watch dozens of children head towards the exit, your eye caught one of Dewey’s pupils.

“Katie!” you called, and watched the fifth grader whip her head around, her pigtails bouncing, “No School of Rock today?”

The girl shook her head. “Not today,” she called over the chatter, “Mr. Finn canceled.”  

Your stomach twisted, and you slipped back into your classroom to collect everything you needed for that weekend. You figured Dewey wasn’t one for confrontation, but did he really cancel lessons with the kids to avoid you?

You didn’t think the conversation you had went that poorly, but the thought buried itself deep in your brain and refused to leave. Bag slung over your shoulder, you angrily pushed open the doors to the parking lot. Most of the other staff were leaving as well, with a few small groups of teachers chatting by their cars.

How could you have been such an idiot? At any point you could’ve been honest with Dewey, told him how you felt. Even if he didn’t feel the same way, it would’ve been better than the purgatory you were in now.

You stared down at your feet as you walked, running through the last time you saw Dewey over and over again in your head. Lost in your own personal shame spiral, a familiar voice snapped you back into reality.

“Hey, stranger.”

It was Dewey, leaned up against his beat-up van, which took up the spot next to your car. His expression was mellow, a delicate smile on his face as you neared. He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, “These are for you.”

The arrangement was simple but still lovely. Hydrangeas, tulips, baby’s breath: all your favorite flowers.

“How’d you—?”

“I have a good memory,” he smirked, “And I owe the girl working at Trader Joe’s big time for actually putting it together.” You giggled, taking in the fresh scent as he handed the flowers to you.

“I feel like such an asshole for being MIA this week, I’ve just been helping out a few kids with solo lessons, and I couldn’t get these until today but…” His shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I could tell something was off the other night. You seemed stressed so…I figured I’d try to lift your spirits. Did it work?”

A laugh bubbled out of you, touched by his kind gesture. You even felt your eyes getting misty, gratefulness filling your entire body.

“Oh shit,” Dewey said, noticing the tears pooling at the creases of your eyes, “Sorry, I didn’t think about the rest of the teachers seeing, I can totally bring them over later on if you—”

It was your turn cut him off with a kiss, sweet and reverent and warm. In your mind, the parking lot was empty, deserted; You could’ve been the last two people on the planet.

You slung your arms around his neck, the bouquet still clutched in your hand. After a few seconds, Dewey broke from you, a confused but enthused look on his face. “But…I mean, are you sure you want to be seen with me?” He looked around, and a few staff members had noticed your close proximity.

Glancing back at the group of teachers, you shook your head at him. “I don’t care about them,” you breathed, a new sense of confidence surging through you, “I just want you. Us. Together, for real. If you want, that is.”

His mouth spread into a wide grin. “I thought you’d never ask, hot stuff.” He gave you another peck on your lips.

“I’ll tell Rosalie first thing Monday morning,” you said, wanting to be above board now that you were official, “We wouldn’t want to break any more rules than we already have, right?”

“I guess not,” he mused, reluctantly releasing you from his grip before too many gossips saw the two of you together. News would spread like wildfire; They didn’t need too much of a show. “But I still intend on taking you out tonight. As my girlfriend.”

You feigned elated surprise at the word. “I could get used to that, you know. Has a nice ring to it.” You shimmied your shoulders happily, and Dewey couldn’t help but bark a laugh.

“So, I can definitely say my not-so-big romantic gesture worked, then?”

You smiled, pulling him closer. “And then some, Finn,” you pressed your tongue between your teeth, eyeing him up and down, “But I guess you’ll have to wait until tonight to find out just how much I appreciate it.” He smirked, enamored with your newfound assuredness.

“You’re torturing me, ya know.”

“I know,” you teased, “But don’t they say that good things come to those who wait?”

“True,” he retorted, “I think we’ve both done plenty of waiting. What’s a few more hours?”

You giggled at him one last time before he kissed your hand, bowing dramatically, “Until this evening, my lady!” He jumped into his van, and it sputtered to a start. “And by the way: thanks for finally finding the nerve to do what I couldn’t.”

“It was torture, believe me,” you joked.

“You have no idea,” he said, gazing at you, “I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I saw you.”

Your heart practically leapt out of your chest. “That makes two of us, Finn,” you said, still hanging onto the flowers that set everything in motion, “Now get outta here before I change my mind about tonight.”

He shifted gears almost instantly, giving you a wink as he sped off out of the parking lot.

*****

thanks for reading! please like/comment/reblog if you enjoyed :)

[bjfinn]

CH-CH-CH-CHANGES

When Lydia came into the dining room and took her seat at the table, Charles and Delia exchanged surprised glances with the Maitlands. Instead of her usual black goth attire, the girl was wearing a pale blue blouse and a denim skirt.

"What?" Lydia asked.

"You ... you look lovely," her father replied. "What's the occasion?"

Lydia shrugged. "I just felt like wearing something different for a change, that's all."

Just then Beej came in, yawning and rubbing his eyes. "Mornin'," he mumbled. His eyes widened when he saw what his BFFFF was wearing.

"What?" Lydia asked him.

The demon frowned. "What are you wearing that for?"

"I just wanted a change," she replied.

Beej mumbled something under his breath and began to eat his breakfast.

"Well," Delia said, "I think change is healthy."

"Absolutely," Barbara agreed.

"Change is good," Adam added.

"Does this mean that you're officially not in mourning any longer?" Charles asked.

"No," came the reply. "I don't know. I mean, I still miss Mom, but I realise that she'd want me to move forward, you know? And I don't have to wear black all the time to remember her." She absently stirred her scrambled eggs with her fork. "I'm just trying it out -- I might go back to black. I'll see."

" 'Scuse me," Beej grumbled, and he stood up and left the dining room.

Lydia looked around at the others, and put down her fork. "I think I better go talk to him -- excuse me." And she left to find her undead big brother.

She headed upstairs to Beej's bedroom. She opened the door and went in -- no sign of him.

"Beej?"

"Leave me alone," she heard him say. She looked up and saw him hovering a few inches below the ceiling.

"Beej, come down," Lydia said. "Let's talk."

He floated down and sat heavily on his bed. "What for?"

"Tell me what's wrong."

"You decided to change," he told her. "I don't like change."

She sat down beside him and put an arm around his shoulders. "It's just my clothes," she replied.

The demon shook his head. "No, it's not," he said. "You wanna move on -- you said so."

"I ... I can't stay in mourning for the rest of my life -- my mom wouldn't want that."

"But if you move on, what ... what happens to me?" A tear trickled out of the corner of his eye and ran down his cheek. "You won't need me any more -- and I'll be alone again."

"You dumbass -- I'll always need you! You're my best friend. My big brother -- my family! I love you."

"But ... but what about when you go away to college in a couple of years? I'll never see you again."

"Of course you will!" Lydia told him. "I'm probably gonna go to college in New York -- and you go there all the time to see Dewey! And I have no doubt that the two of you won't give me a moment's peace," she added, grinning.

"Belie' dat, girl!" Beej replied with a chuckle.

”Feel better?"

The demon nodded. "Yeah," he said. "Just promise me that whatever you do, you won't start wearing pink, okay? I hate pink."

She leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Beej smiled happily, his hair blushing.

Lydia took out her phone and snapped a photo of him.

"Why'd you do that?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"I wanted to show you what you look like with pink hair." She held it up. "See?" she said. "What do you think?"

"Damn, I'm hot!"

[sharpth1ng]

Ideas for Scream Reverse AU because I love reversal AUs

- Characters would still have a similar personality to their OGs, but like, changed to fit their new role in the story better if you know what I’m saying. But I don’t wanna completely change the character’s personalities just cuz the roles are swapped

- Tatum and Sidney are the killers (Finally, 2 sapphic ghostfaces. I love evil women)

- Dumbass cops didn’t check if Tatum new how to hunt lmaooo

- Billy is the final boy (good for him)

- RIP to Stu but he’d die a little differently than OG Tatum cuz that boy ain’t fitting in the doggie door

- Also means Nancy + Maureen swap and Hank + Neil swap

- Maureen is a killer in Scream 2 (maybe that means Derek is the other killer with him being swapped with Mickey? Also implies final boy!Billy dates Mickey?????? goes hard tbh)

- Reporter Dewey and cop Gale???

- Dewey when he finds out tate and sid did it would be would be conflicted and heartbroken though

- Casey and Steve swap roles too cuz boys need to have a call from ghostface too okay

- Literally no idea how randy fits into all this tbh who do I reverse him with??? Is he just the same guy? (Could possibly swap with Hallie or something but I ain’t no scientist or whatever at this shit)

Anyways that’s all for now

Yo I’m loving this tbh

I need sapphic Ghostface more than I need air to breathe

Tatum is getting away with this just because Dewey vouches for her (HUNTING TATUM??STEP ON ME)

I love final boy Billy, was literally just talking to @pinhead-cenobite abt how there aren’t enough final boys and I specifically love the concept of a final boy who also would have killed everyone and just didn’t happen to be doing that in this case

Lmao Stu’s head hanging out the doggy door while his feet still touch the ground like ??? Still needs to be a gimmick death tho (because tropes)

For a second I thought you meant Neil and Hank were hooking up and I was like ok yeah go off old man yaoi

FINAL BOY BILLY X MICKEY HELL YES. Oh my god what an unhinged relationship 🤣

I love himbo Steve trivia death game 👌🏻boys DO need a call from Ghostface

Lmao I think Randy is just Randy but does that imply he’s into Billy ? Because that feels deranged

Great work as usual 10/10

[mrsaltieri-real]

Okay but you have to admit even if you hate Jill she at least had a better motive than Mickey. His made no sense

You know what really grates my cheese? When people shit all over Mickey’s motive and praise the ever living cunt out of Jill’s.

Personally, I loved Mickey’s motive. Showed just how crazy, twisted and delusional he is which is everything I like in a man. He’s the originator of the “Fame” motive and what makes it better than Jill’s? The fact he wasn’t actively trying and failing to get away with it, he is the only Ghostface who owned his shit. Also the fact he was essentially hired as a contract killer??? Was already a serial killer before being Ghostface??? Has the highest kill count in the entire fucking franchise??? (See last point)

Jill’s dumbass not only failed to kill Sidney (which by the way, a hill I will die on is that Mickey didn’t really give a fuck if he was the one who killed Sid or not, Nancy definitely wanted to be the one to do it. Mickey got what he wanted before he was betrayed) but she failed to check her pulse before throwing herself around like a fucking voodoo doll and then proceeded to drop herself in it with Dewey at the hospital.

I’ll never understand why people say Jill is the smartest Ghostface. She isn’t. She’s stupid.

Anyway, if we wanna talk about this, Mickey was the blueprint for Jill’s motive, she’s just an extremely shitty copy and paste. Trying so hard to be like him and failing in the funniest way. I hate her, no amount of anonymous asks are ever going to change my mind. If you think Mickey’s motive made no sense you should go back and rewatch Scream 2 or hell, fucking do some googling.

Also, you’ll never catch me “admitting” anything positive about her because there’s NOTHING TO ADMIT.

[swan--writes]

for the dewey finn song prompt, "Let's Start a Band" by Perma? (fem reader pls) We appreciate you have a lovely day ~🎶

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Words: ~990

When Dewey heard music through the doors of Ground Central, he figured it was his kind of café. The snow had just picked up and he knew there was no way he’d be able to make it back to Ned’s with his guitar unless he took a breather. It was only when he got inside that he realized what type of music it was, but by then it was too late. He had seen you singing and – more importantly – you had seen him. The moment he met your soft eyes, he was a goner.

When I saw her sing, I latched onto her talent like a love-lorn leech…

Your eyes skated past his and moved back to where they had been fixed before he walked in. Though you could feel his gaze on you, you couldn’t spare much attention for the man who had just walked into the café. You had only written this song the week before, and you had needed to change the melody a bit to work without your piano.

When one of the baristas passed by the man by the door, he whispered something and barely looked at the barista when she nodded. Moments later, he was replacing you at the head of the room. He was a boyish sort of handsome, and you took a seat on the couch at the side of the room facing the door and watched him with interest.

…and hoped that she would notice me with my three chords and day job at the music store…

He was a better player than singer, though not by much. His form was a tad ambitious, but you would be the first to admit you knew nothing about guitars. The thing that stood out the most about him was the way that his gaze kept flitting back to you.

…and smoke-soaked brain, a hobo on a speeding train.

It wasn’t until a week later that you saw him again. It was early February and you almost didn’t notice the flyer in the blinding winter sun. But there it was, at the bottom of the café door. At the top was a black and white photo of Boyish Man holding a guitar and making a rock-on sign at the camera. You chuckled and squinted at the tear-away strips. There, in tiny lettering: ‘Girl from Ground Central, let’s start a band.’

You blinked once, twice. You frowned. None of the strips were taken, but you weren’t sure you believed it was for you. Still, you took one of the strips and dialed the number, stepping into the café and slumping into your usual spot on the couch.

I'm feeling shy.

“Hello?” a raspy voice answered. Your frown deepened – it was late noon on a Tuesday. Why did this guy sound like he’d been sleeping?

I can barely meet your eye.

“Hi, are you Dewey?”

“Yah, who’s askin’?”

“Um…” You felt your face heating up with what you were about to say, but you pressed on. “I think I’m the girl from Ground Central? The one who was singing when you walked in, right?” You heard some muffled shuffling in the background.

“Oh! Hey!”

“Hey.” You bit your lip.

“Listen, you have a beautiful voice.” You felt your flush deepened, and the questioning glance from your favorite barista only confirmed how flustered you were. You gave her a helpless look.

“Um, thank you.” Your voice shrugged, but Dewey seemed undeterred.

“So, you wanna make some music?”

Let's start the show…

“I--what?”

“You’re at the café, right?” More background shuffling, and the sound of a zipper. A long one, probably a coat.

“Um, yes, but–”

“Don’t go anywhere, I’m on my way.” A door opening and closing, then the click of the call ending. You lowered your phone from your ear and stared at it.

Grab the mic and go, let's go.

Not twenty minutes later, Dewey was sitting beside you. He smelled a bit like stale beer and a lot like cigarette smoke and you had to fight the urge to bat his hands away from his hair and tell him that smoking wouldn’t help his vocals.

“Anyway, I’ve been working there for a few years, uh…but it’s just temporary! Despite how it sounds,” he faltered, “I’m actually a musician which I guess you saw already, and I’m looking for a band. I had a band but, well, now I don’t. Actually, I’ve been writing some music since I saw you perform.” Dewey pulled out his phone and you watched him navigate to his notes app. “Oh, do you have a name, by the way? Well, obviously you do, but–”

You cut him off with your name, and he repeated it twice under his breath.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Something in the way you said it made him blush.

“Sorry,” Dewey said, scratching at his ear sheepishly. “I ramble when I’m nervous, and you make me nervous.”

“How come?” you asked.

“Well, you’re--” He gestured vaguely in your direction. “You know?”

For the second time that afternoon, you felt heat rise to your cheeks. All you could manage was a quiet “Oh.”

Let’s start a band, let’s start a band.

“Anyway, you seem like a Cure kinda girl, right?”

You shook your head. “Journey.”

Come on, come on, come on now.

Half of Dewey’s mouth pulled up in a tight smile. “Touché.” He showed you a note on his phone. “Think you can make a tune with this?”

Let’s start a band, let’s start a band.

Without asking, you took the phone from him and studied the words on the screen. You had never done this with someone else’s lyrics, but it seemed doable. “Maybe.”

Come on, come on, come on now.

“Cool. I’ll send this to you, we can rehearse on Friday. Sound good?”

Let’s start a band, let’s start a band.

There was no reason for you to say yes. This dude had spent taken up ten minutes of your life with pointless chatter before he had even bothered to learn your name. He didn’t seem to like your music, he worked a dead-end job, and he had no band

Come on, come on, come on now.

Then again, he had put up a flyer for you. And he was kind of cute, in a basement-dweller sort of way.

Let’s start a band, let’s start a band.

“Sure,” you sighed. Dewey smiled at you then, a real, proper smile. His soft brown eyes lit up and for a brief moment, you forgot how to breathe. This was the right choice wasn’t it?

Goddamn it.

Come on, come on, come on now.

.

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[panevanbuckley]

love that it's gotten to the point dickie don't even deny it when dewey is called his boyfriend

[jazzmynerule]

“Please don’t”

SCREAM 5 SPOILERS!

Prompt: y/n Riley (Dewey and Gales daughter) was helping her father and Sam save Tara at the hospital what she didn’t know was the fact that her father was get into a bit of a pickle

Warnings: blood, swearing, death

…………………………………….

“Can you drive a bit safer please?!” I yelled from the back seat of Sams car watching my dad hold onto the handle of the car for dear life “we have to save my sister as fast as we can” she argued going faster turning into the parking lot of the hospital as she got a call from Tara “Tara?! Are you okay?” Sam yelled “Oh Sam she’s okay for now but I need you to make a decision for me” his deep voice rang through the speaker of her phone as we started running towards the entrance of the hospital sprinting to the elevator “don’t hurt her please” she started crying “that’s all up to you Sam” he laughed dryly “you’ve got to decide who gets to live between your sister and your beloved boyfriend” the elevator opened and we quickly jumped in pressing Tara’s floor and praying she’s okay “please don’t hurt them” she pleaded shaking like a wet dog in the cold “choose who gets to live Sam you can only save one” he repeated “please don’t” we got up to floor 3 right under them as Sam told ghostface she was only making a distraction so we could make it up in time, dad ran up to ghostface and grabbed his gun shooting him in the stomach multiple times as he flew back into the glass trophy stand behind him shattering it “cmon get Tara and your boyfriend we have to go” I yelled grabbing Tara as sam went and picked her boyfriend up and pushing them in the elevator as dad stood outside the elevator “dad what are you doing? Get in the elevator now” I started trembling knowing exactly what he’s doing “I can’t, you’ve gotta shoot them in the head or they always come back” he sighed as the doors started closing “dad no don’t please! I can’t lose you” I screamed trying to get out but Sam grabbing my shoulder “I love you” he whispered as the elevator doors shut leaving me a screaming and sobbing mess on the floor of the elevator continuously pressing floor 4 again and again until we made it back to the level, the doors opened and I yelled for my dad he looked right at me and was then empaled by ghostfaces knife in the stomach and stabbed in the back slicing all the way from his lower back to the top “No!” I screamed running towards my dad as ghostface made an escape down the hallway “no please don’t leave me” I sobbed watching his lips turn upwards In a slight smile “I am so unbelievably proud of you y/n I love you so much okay” he wheezed taking his last gasp of air allowing those last tears drop out of his eyes and down his cheeks “no, No dad wake up no please! I can’t do this without you” I started hitting my leg out of frustration knowing if I didn’t distract my dad he would’ve still been alive he wouldn’t have been stabbed by the very person he was supposed to kill I’m so fucking stupid it’s all my fault

After I rang the police telling them my father has been killed I was seated outside of the hospital in a blanket watching them role my dad out on a stretcher and into an ambulance being transferred to god knows where as I heard my mums blood curtailing scream come from beside me “No!” she screamed, knowing if I had waiting just a few seconds longer he would’ve still been alive and I still would’ve had my dad “y/n baby are you okay?” Mum sobbed running towards my trembling figure as I recap watching my dad die in front of me “i watched it happen mum I’m the reason why he died” I cried “what do you mean?” She questioned “he went back to kill ghostface and my dumbass self went back up not thinking he could handle it which was fucking stupid and then the doors opened and I yelled for dad and he looked at me when ghostface stabbed him and ripped him open it was my fault I’m so fucking stupid” i started hitting my leg again in the same place I was before when mum grabbed my arm softly smiling at me “honey it’s not your fault you didn’t know that would happen and we both know your dad would say the same thing, he loved you so much you were his pride and joy and he would die over and over again if that meant you would still be alive and breathing” she kissed my forehead “he told me he was proud of me mum I don’t think he’s told me that for years, I can’t believe he’s gone” I choked on another sob and she pulled me up walking me towards her car and opening the door “wanna go to his trailer and just sit in there for a bit?” She asked and I nodded letting her drive us towards dads trailer in the trailer park

We made it to the crappy smelly trailer park and walked into dads trailer “he lived in this?” Mum sighed knowing he was basically torturing himself for leaving us in NY “yeah he did” I sniffed back a sob and walked into the living room part of the trailer and sat in his chair that faced the TV he would sit and watch mum talk on “he watched you every single morning mum” I spoke up as I looked over at her looking at a picture frame of them both “he didn’t deserve to die” she sighed walking over to me kissing my forehead and sitting on the couch next to me “I know” I cried into my hands

A/n: I’m sorry this is so short! But I really wanted to make a little imagine about scream 5

[agaypanic]

idk if ur taking requests still but i saw u write for malcolm wilkerson (i love him sm pls) and i wanted to request something for him cuz he's so underrated !! i was thinking thinking something like malcolm is too busy to hang out with the reader (with school or a girl idk) so the reader starts hanging out with reese and malcolm gets jealous/over protective and admits his feelings for her ?? hope this is okay !! <33

Busy With Her Until You Miss Me (Malcolm Wilkerson X Reader)

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Summary: Malcolm’s dating Alison, which makes him too busy to hang out with his friends. To fill the Wilkerson void in her life, Y/n starts hanging out with Reese more. Malcolm realizes how much he doesn’t like this when he dumbs down for the wrong girl.

A/N: warning for light cursing and underage drinking

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“Sorry, I’m hanging out with Alison after school. Maybe tomorrow.” I wasn’t surprised at Malcolm’s statement. I’ve been told the same thing at least once a day for the past week. It’s not that I wasn’t happy for my friend, I just thought that friends hung out together. Especially since we’ve been friends for years.

“Okay, I’ll just hang out with Reese then. See you later.” I saw his jaw clench out of the corner of my eye as I grabbed my bag. I thought nothing of it. I pat him on the shoulder and left to go find Malcolm’s brother. He was probably at his house bullying Dewey or something.

***

“So he’s playing dumb just to be with Alison?” I asked Reese. We were sitting on his bed just talking. I told him that I thought Malcolm seemed dumber than usual and he told me that he taught him how to do it.

“Yeah, he wanted to shut his brain off or something. I was thinking of just giving him a concussion, but whatever works I guess.” I laughed. It seemed like a Malcolm thing to do, being a dumbass to date another dumbass. He didn’t know that he could get a girlfriend from just being himself, but I guess he really had a thing for people he had to change for.

Reese nudged my knee.

“You good?” Something a lot of people, maybe everyone, didn’t know about Reese was that he could be a good listener. They probably couldn’t see it past the aggressiveness and the temper, but it was there. Reese had his good parts like any other person. He knew that I’ve liked Malcolm for a while. Apparently, he knew before I did.

“Yeah. Just kind of disappointed, you know?” He nodded and gave me a sympathetic smile. 

“Hey,” Reese broke our small silence, “I know you’re sad about Malcolm and whatever. But if we went to the dance, I could take your mind off of it.” I smiled.

“I thought you hated dances.”

“I do, but you’re my friend. Don’t tell anyone that though. Plus, I’d get to spike the punch bowl so it’d be a win-win.” I laughed. He had a point. I shouldn’t let Malcolm get me down, I should have fun. And it would be funny to see Reese spike the punch and probably get caught.

“Sure, why not?”

***

The dance was in full swing. Kids were jumping around in the poorly decorated gym. Music was bouncing off the wall. Alison, the boys, and I stood by the food table, our respective boy standing next to us in the middle. The three of them were talking about which type of fries were the best. I just felt like getting out of there, but I didn’t want to be rude. Reese brought me here to make me feel better, but we didn’t take into account that Malcolm and his girlfriend were gonna come.

I poked Reese to get him to look at me.

“I’m gonna head out. But you stay, have a good time.” I started to walk away from the group but was pulled back by a hand. Reese’s.

“No, I’ll go with you.” He turned to his brother, “Y/n and I are gonna go. Have fun.” I saw a look in Malcolm’s eye that I couldn’t decipher. He let go of Alison’s hand and it looked like he was gonna say something. But Reese gently dragged me away.

We ended up going to the football field, sitting on the cold metal bleachers. It was illuminated by the bright, buzzing lights above us. Reese took a bottle out of his jacket and handed it to me.

“I was gonna use it to spike the punch, but I think we deserve it more than unsuspecting people.” I took a gulp and handed it back to him. The alcohol burned my throat. But it felt great with the fresh air running through.

I heard movement on the grass and looked ahead. Malcolm had a 6 pack of beer in one hand and his ditzy girlfriend in the other. It’s like he was trying to make me miserable. He waved at Reese who waved back. I just snatched the bottle from Reese and took another sip. 

Some time had passed and the four of us were still there. Reese and I had moved down to the bottom bleacher and Malcolm and Alison had moved closer to us. But we still had a bunch of space between us. 

“Hey,” Malcolm was standing in front of us, eyes on me, “can I talk to Y/n?” Reese hesitantly shrugged and got up. Malcolm quickly took his place, giving him a subtle glare as his brother walked over to Alison.

“Are you avoiding me?” The deliverance of the sudden question felt harsh. I couldn’t help but become angry.

“Me avoiding you? Wow, you really did turn your brain off. Because from what I remember, you’ve blown me off for almost two weeks to be with Alison. Speaking of, shouldn’t you be with your girlfriend instead of me right now?” He seemed startled by my response, but what was he expecting. I’ve asked time and time again if he wanted to do something. But it was always ‘Alison’ this and ‘Alison’ that.

“She’s uh, she broke up with me.” What the hell? 

“How? You were literally just at the dance with her.”

“Well, we were on our way to here but we ran into Mom and Stevie. I was able to come up with some excuse as to why I was holding a six pack. It felt good to not be stupid. But then Alison broke up with me when I tried to talk about astronomy.” I couldn’t help but laugh. Loudly. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just the sheer stupidity of the whole situation. 

“What’s so funny?” Malcolm looked confused.

“You dumbed yourself down to Reese level to get with a girl. And then once you finally turned your brain back on to have some common sense, she dumps you. It’s just hilarious. And now you thought that I was avoiding you.” My speech was slightly slurred, but he understood.

“Speaking of Reese, what’s going on with you two?” I laughed even more.

“Nothing.” Malcolm looked unconvinced.

“You keep hanging out with him. He took you to the dance. I see you two talking and laughing out here all alone.”

“Oh my god Malcolm. We’re just friends. That’s it. All it is. You know, the only reason why he took me-” I hiccuped before continuing. I didn’t want to but it was like word vomit, “why he took me to the dance was because of you. He knew that I liked you and I was bummed about you and Alison so he took me to the dance. We had no idea you two were gonna come. I wanted to leave and Reese left with me. Then you showed up to the one place Reese and I decided to go to.”

“I wanted to check on you, you seemed off at the dance, and even before that. And I kinda,” he looked at the ground, “I missed you.” I scoffed.

“That’s your own damn fault. You were the one who kept blowing me off to be with Alison. Jeez Malcolm,  you’re busy with her until you miss me. And I don’t deserve that.”

“You’re right.”

“Of course I am.” Malcolm chuckled.

“I think turning off my brain made me realize how much I like you. Without all the crazy mess that goes on inside my head, I didn’t overthink anything. So when I saw you hanging around Reese so much, all I knew was that I was jealous. I was jealous that he was with you even though I was with someone else.” He mumbled off, still looking down. I looked over to Alison and Reese and saw them making out on the grass.

“Well it looks like those two are taken care of.” Malcolm looked at what I was talking about and laughed.

“What about us?” He looked at me.

“I don’t know.” I looked back at him.

He leaned forward and kissed me. And I let him.

Because in the end, he missed me more than he wanted her. And I missed him too.

[t4tails]

how was scream 5 !!!

i thought it was pretty good! i like most scream movies and i think this one was especially good at the satire on elevated horror + legacy sequels, tho my lineup still stands as scream 1 > scream 2 > scream 4 > scream 5 > scream 3, but it could change in the future maybe

spoiler-y thoughts under cut

ok i think the weakest part of this movie were how they treated the original 3 ESPECIALY gale. she didnt do much at all except like, pine over dewey which i get is a large part of her character w him but all of her bitchiness was just gone. sidney was okay if a little shoved in, and while that couldve been on purpose i honestly wouldve been fine with her having that little phone cameo and NEVER going back to woodsboro (bonus points for her not dying or being the killer!)

dewey was fiine. i feel like his character was done well w the whole i must be taken SO seriously (does something nobody should take seriously ever). everybody called him dying but his death scene was super cool so its whatever

also called judys death. the returning non big 3 member alwaaaays dies. her death scene was not as cool but it set up wes's which i loved so theres that

the new characters were fun! i LOVED mindy and chad they were super funny and i liked them immediately, super glad they lived. the girl w the long pink hair whos actress looked way too old to be here was a decent red herring and was so annoying i liked it when she got shot. wes was funny and had my favorite death scene in the movie, its what craven wouldve wanted <3

sams actress was on the weaker side in horror. i saw her in in the heights and thought she was good, but her mouth has like this permanent uptick on the sides that make her look at least a little happy a lot, which downplays her looking upset. if she wants to continue in the horror genre she should lean into it and consider a villain! as for her character, she was cool. billy loomis's daughter. her seeing him was fun and i loved her relationship w her sister.

her sister was great! best acting in the film. literal mvp she deserves everything and i have nothing bad to say. only elevated horror fan i respect i guess but she better not disrespect my slasher buds again tcm and black christmas are iconically political stfu 💗

then there are the ghostfaces. richie was funny, and even if he hadnt been the killer i enjoyed his humor in the first half (i totally relate to watching a series in a week and then acting like a total expert on when it went to shit lmao). he was fun, and a little obvious just like the love interest always is. cool death scene. kind of a dumbass.

amber was weak. she wasnt in as much of the movie as richie or anyone else and i really disliked her obvious personality shift when she revealed herself as the killer. ik ghostfaces have acted different post reveal in the past but at least stu and mickey were already kind of fucking weird beforehand (liver alone, anyone?) while she was just stoic and mean. another cool death scene and i thought her excuses for being innocent were really funny.

bonus comments:

- "im innocent! it was the movies! i was radicalized!" "the movies radicalized you?"

- everybody forgetting about stu was a funny gag but damn f that skeet got to come back and play his fucking GHOST and not matthew who has been asking for years 😭

- not many ghostface eating shit moments. i liked it when he got hit with a vase though.

- was wes already born in 2011 and judy was a mom in scream 4? whats the timeline here i feel like im stupid for asking

- i cant believe i watched the word fandom get said in a scream movie in 2022

[cornerofhell]

MEEKSCOTT BABY AU-HCs!

- Alright. So. Picture, if you will.  - Randy is in his home, and has been for a couple of weeks. His mother forbids him from leaving her fucking sight, and despite the fact that he hates it, he doesn’t blame her. He’s sitting on the couch at 8 pm, watching Night of the Living Dead....and he gets a knock on the door. It’s Sidney. He’s surprised of course, but he would never turn her away. He lets her inside, is all casual... And then he sees her eyes are red. She’s been crying. She finally just sighs it out. “I’m pregnant.” - Randy is mortified, because they both know damn well who had to be the father and... well... - He doesn’t speak for like, a minute before he finally says “You know I’m by your side no matter what, right?”. Sidney smiles, and the two hug quietly. - Sidney starts going through the normal symptoms. Morning sickness, stuff like that, and Randy is by her side the entire time. “You pee, I pee, you got it?”. He asks his mother help on pregnancy and she is a big help. - He goes to birthing class with her. Yes. The awkwardness is something he’s never described. He just has to stand with all the dads/other moms talking about football and shit, and he’s just there, like “oh uh.. we’re good friends.” - Despite all of his crushing, Randy does not make a move on Sidney. Sure, they jokingly flirt, but he knows she’s definitely not ready for a relationship yet, and he’s OK with that.  - Mood Swings. This man says something and she will just death glare him until he decides to choose life, and shuteth the fucketh upeth.  - Dewey is around a lot too, bringing Sidney snacks or soup, or just trying to make sure she’s OK. Sidney always tells him that he doesn’t have to, but he does it anyway. When he is around, Randy and Dewey are the adorkable dumbasses who jokingly fight over which onsie would look better on the baby.  - Finally, the big day comes. It’s after they both have graduated, Sidney is 4 days until due, and she and Randy are watching a movie at her house, and suddenly they both hear a *squish* sound. They both proceed to look down, and see that Sidney’s water has broken all over her cloth couch.  - This skinny man proceeds to flip the fuck out. - “OHMYFUCKINGGOD,IT’SCOMINGWHERESTHEOVERNIGHTBAG-DIDIFORGETHOWTOBREATHE-DIDNIGHTMAREONELMSTREETJUSTBREAKYOURWATER” - Sidney then proceeds to smack the fuck out of his arm, and whispers that he’d better get her to a hospital NOW. - For some reason, this calms him down. - The birthing process lasts many hours. Most of the time, Randy’s hand is used as a stress toy, but the love of his life is currently pushing a watermelon out of a donut hole, so he keeps his trap shut. - Finally after hard work and dedication, Sideny’s daughter is brought into the world. - Randy just sits there in awe as he watches his best friend and heartthrob, welcoming her daughter in the world and kissing her forehead, and he just smiles, and lets the two have their perfect moment. - Soon, after Sidney receives many visitors, she looks up and realizes that Randy hasn’t held the baby yet.  - She very much so puts that to a stop. She gently places the baby girl into Randy’s arms... and his heart MELTS. He rocks her, kisses her forehead, and coos little babytalk at her, and Sidney feels her heart melt as well.  - The baby’s name? Calliope Tatum Prescott.

[autistickhunsam]

1. Who can’t help but laugh when the other does something funny?

izzie cause caseys a dumbass (affectionately). this is practically canon

2. Who would buy dinosaur themed cutlery because they can?

do i even need to say it

3. They are petsitting a dog for a day, what happens?

izzie really didnt want to cause it was her gfs exs dog but she caved cause she liked beth and also they didn't have anyone else to take care of him and in the end she ends up liking him cause dewey is in love with izzie (evan hates it)

4. Who is more likely to give the other a forehead kiss?

casey

5. Who is bad talking about their feelings so they make up for it in different ways?

i think they can both struggle and this does happen with both on the show but izze always owns up and shit. more so than casey and casey is more the action type i think

6. Who is more likely to catch the other singing and dancing by themselves?

i think it could go either way

7. Who gets excited when their partner says they can do their hair?

casey wouldnt offer unless it was playfully and izzie wouldn't trust her to do it lol. casey would love izzie offering to even just brush her hair cause she likes izzie touching her hair and whatnot

8. One of them gets the DJ to dedicate a song to their partner, what song do they choose and why?

casey. it would be either something dumb or something really sweet

9. What is a crazy story they share together?

almost getting caught sneaking in/out

10. Who is more likely to make puns with stuff they see when they go out?

you already know

11. Who is more likely to high five the other person?

^^^

12. Do they have a secret handshake? If so, what is it?

something complex and it involves some body part bumping

13. Who is ready to take on the world in the morning and who is ready to go back to bed?

i think it can go either way/both

14. How do they balance each other out? Ex- Is one really chill while the other worries a lot?

izzie knows how to be more serious and can reign casey back in

15. Who is more likely to build a pillow fort?

lol both

[bjfinn]

THE GREAT CHRISTMAS POTATO WAR OF 2023

"Beetlejuice"/"School of Rock" crossover

The Thursday before Christmas, Barbara asked if anyone had any preferences regarding the potatoes that would be served for the holiday feast.

Most of the others said that they'd be happy regardless of how they were prepared, but two had definite opinions on the matter.

"Mashed is best," Beej stated.

"Nah," Dewey disagreed. "Roast potatoes are better -- for Christmas, anyway. My mum used to make 'em that way every year."

"They're great," Beej said, "but you gotta admit that nothing beats creamy mashed potatoes with loads of butter."

"Don't get me wrong -- I love mashed. But Christmas means roast potatoes. Mashed potatoes are for the rest of the year."

"Ah, come on!" Beej scoffed. "You tellin' me you don't want mashed potatoes? What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing's the matter with me," Dewey bristled. "Roast potatoes are just more Christmassy."

"No, they're not," Beej said.

"How would you know?" Dewey countered. "You've never even had a Christmas before!"

"Maybe not, but I know all about it, pal! Everybody makes mashed potatoes for Christmas!" He looked at Barbara. "Am I right, or am I right?"

"Well," she replied, "roast potatoes are actually traditional in a lot of places -- England, for instance."

Beej glowered at her. "Stay out of this," he said.

Barbara, exasperated, threw up her hands and walked away.

He turned back to Dewey. "Now, listen --"

"No, you listen," Dewey interrupted. "I always had roast potatoes for Christmas growing up -- it's important to me."

"Well, having mashed potatoes is important to me! "

"I'm your guest! "

"You're still wrong!"

"God, you're such an asshole!" Dewey fumed, glaring at Beej.

"Takes one to know one!" Beej retorted, his hair now crimson with anger.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"You know, Beej -- sometimes I really hate you!" Dewey snarled. The two of them were now standing toe-to-toe, their hands clenched into fists, breathing hard in anticipation of the impending fight. "You got a real punchable face, you know that?"

"You wanna go?" the demon challenged, putting up his dukes. "Come on, then -- let's go! I can take you any day, buddy!"

At that, Dewey punched Beej right between the eyes. Beej staggered backwards a few steps, and then he let out a roar and threw himself at his friend. They crashed to the floor, grappling fiercely and pummelling each other with short punches.

The rest of the family ran into the kitchen. "What the hell is going on?" Charles exclaimed.

"What are they fighting about?" Lydia asked, wrapping her arms around Beej's midsection. Her father did the same to Dewey, and they tried to separate the two combatants.

"They're fighting about potatoes," Barbara replied.

"Potatoes??? " Adam echoed, incredulous.

"Mashed or roast -- which is better."

"MASHED!" Beej bellowed.

"ROAST!" Dewey roared.

"EVERYBODY STOP!" Delia thundered. Everyone froze -- no one had ever heard Delia use that tone of voice before, and they were shocked into immobility.

She took a deep breath. "Now," she continued, as calmly as she could, "we all need to take a moment here. Let's all take a deep breath, okay?"

The others looked at her dubiously.

"Come on, everyone -- deep breath for a count of four. NOW!"

They all inhaled deeply.

"Hold for four -- one, two, three, four -- let it out -- one, two, three, four -- and hold -- one, two, three, four. Good. Very good. Now we can discuss this like rational adults."

"I'm completely rational," Beej said. "Everybody knows that mashed potatoes are for Christmas. Everybody except my dumbass buddy here!"

Dewey scoffed . "You, rational? That's a laugh!"

Beej glared at him. "What -- you think you're rational?"

"Boys ... behave," Delia warned. "What will it take to resolve this?"

"Dewey needs to admit he's wrong," Beej replied.

"That's not helpful," Delia told him. "I think the two of you need to remember that you're friends -- and you're fighting over potatoes, for God's sake! Now, come on -- I want you two to shake hands."

Beej and Dewey glared at one another.

"It's just potatoes, guys!" Adam chimed in.

Reluctantly, Beej and Dewey grasped each other's right hand, and everybody breathed a sigh of relief -- until they realised that the two were squeezing instead of shaking hands, each trying to overpower the other.

"You're going down! " Beej snarled.

"Says you! " Dewey growled.

"That's enough! " Charles said, pulling them apart once more.

"Why don't we just have both?" Lydia suggested.

"That's a great idea!" Barbara chirped. "That way you both get what you want."

The two of them thought about it for a moment, and then they nodded.

"Okay," Beej said. "Yeah, that'll work."

"Sounds good to me," Dewey agreed.

"Good!" Delia said. "Now that that's settled, you two can get back to being friends. How about a hug?"

Beej took a step towards her, his arms spread wide.

"Not me -- you and Dewey need to hug."

The two friends looked at each other, neither moving.

"Well, come on, you two," Adam urged.

Beej and Dewey threw their arms around one another, bearhugging each other tightly, as everyone else looked on, smiling.

Lydia was the first one to notice what was really happening -- the two friends were trying to take each other down. "Uh ... guys? Hey, come on, you two -- knock it off!" She grabbed Beej around the waist again. "Gimme a hand -- they're at it again!"

[variantoutcast]

I’m sorry but I’m still mad about the dumbass concept of a stage musical School of Rock. Like duh a TV show School of Rock is going to suck because adaptations are a product of capitalism which is the death of art. But a MUSICAL? There are movies worse suited for a musical adaptation than School of Rock, I’m sure, but none that I can think of. I’m genuinely outraged.

Part of what makes School of Rock such an incredible movie is Jack Black’s performance. He has an infectious energy that borders on deranged, unhinged at times. This energy, these vibes, are PARAMOUNT to his character, as they are part of the reason the children view him as so alien in the beginning. Adults in their lives are reserved, uptight professionals grooming them for a life of monotony and success. Dewey Finn’s erratic movements and unpredictable behavior is ANTITHETICAL to a stage performance BUT ALSO TO THE OTHER ADULTS IN THE MOVIE where every movement is choreographed and meant to flow smoothly from one to the next, be it ordering their child to stop practicing music and focus on math, or strutting smoothly across a Broadway stage.

FURTHERMORE the message BEHIND School of Rock is that money, success and a reserved and uptight attitude is not the key to happiness, and when adults wield these weapons at children, those kid’s self esteem breaks down. This is a lesson Dewey teaches the children through rock, but that he and their parents truly learn by watching the kid’s love for making music and for each other shine during the show. HOW are you supposed to demonstrate that lesson to an audience without the visuals of these children being erratic, unhinged and unpredictable, PARTICULARLY when they used to play classical music, well suited for the stage scene might I add, AND HAD TO BREAK FREE OF THAT STYLE OF PLAYING IN A DIRECT METAPHOR FOR BREAKING FREE OF THE LIFESTYLE THEIR PARENTS INSTILLED IN THEM