#everybodyyy is on it...

[titaniumpiercings]

Oh Seiichiro and Rikiya are going to be together in Kamen Rider #SEATED

[death-by-sc0tland]

close enough, welcome back good omens heart poster

[shesnake]

Succession season 2 episode 10 "This Is Not for Tears" (2019) dir. Mark Mylod // Hacks season 3 episode 9 "Bulletproof" (2024) dir. Lucia Aniello

[doinkmaster5000]

return of the doinkmaster with a roleswap - the gang, the mercs, and the boss

[memewife]

old reaper danny :] for funsies

[blujayonthewing]

SOUP SOUP SOUPSOUPSOUPSOUP

[away-at-late-dawn]

Welcome Home, Michael!

Summary: Halloween is over, and Michael is coming back home. fluff/drabble Pairing: Michael Myers x GN!Reader Word Count: 584 Warnings: N/A Notes: here i am, back again with the michael x reader contenttt sdkfjhsdkj hope halloween was all right for you! i had an idea to write about him coming back home after being out, and here's the end result. it does fit his regular slasher self, but i also have this idea for a peaceful au version, and i think that this fic fits it just as well. i'll probably post about it sometime next :] anyway, pls enjoy!

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Halloween was over. The cold of the outside air emptied into the open rooms like a spirit passing through one’s body, a supernatural force that would chill them to the bone. With it came the scattering fall leaves, the smell of night rain, the sounds of lone cars fearfully inching down unfamiliar roads… And a familiar shape. From a shadow to a man, Michael slowly stepped in through the frame, hands free and loose, the right one gently uncurling from the doorknob. He was calm and collected, slinking like a panther into its home. Then, with suddenness, the lights overhead flickered on to reveal you already waiting for him.

—

There were so many kids who visited today. The candy bowl had to be refilled three, maybe four times. They would ring the doorbell so often that you went and layered underneath the costume you had and found a comfortable spot out on the porch, but the cold found a way to seep in as the evening turned to night, and even later still. When you went back inside and turned off the Halloween lights, you quickly went for the couch and the blankets draped across it. You fell asleep to a movie, even if you were enjoying the premise.

Sometimes the house felt empty when it was just you there. Like Michael had to come back for it to be whole again. The feeling was nothing unbearable, and yet, when the draft at the window woke you up, you found yourself walking aimlessly throughout the house. You realized, subconsciously, you were looking for him. Soon enough you settled near the front door, bringing a chair to wait on and a blanket to keep you warm. 

—

Michael almost twitched in surprise when he saw you. 

“You didn't think I'd be up?”

Michael remained still. No.

“Honestly, I didn't expect it either.” You had to chuckle at yourself as you glanced at the clock nearby: uncannily late.

Michael toed off his boots and pushed them away into the corner, at the door, quietly glancing up at you. Naturally, maybe instinctively, you went towards him, opened up the blanket, and wrapped him up in a hug; he slipped into your arms so easily.

“It turns out I missed you more than I thought,” you admitted, muttering it against him. You felt him clutch you slightly, the warmth spreading from his hands. “Welcome home, Michael.” You closed your eyes and rubbed his back for a bit before adding, “And Happy November First, too.”

“Heh,” came his reply. He nuzzled his face into you almost forcefully, a bit embarrassed at how loud his voice was.

Soon enough, the both of you let go, shuddering at the chill. The night was nowhere near young, and the both of you were feeling the exhaustion. The trip back to your room was a bit long—Michael tripped on something on the way back—but it was all right besides. Of course, he brought you candy, and you had to laugh at the fact as you dropped them gently onto the nightstand. There was plenty more candy left.

"I'll tell you about the costumes I saw today," you told him as he got into his sleep clothes, and he gave you a peck on the cheek as he got comfortable. He seemed excited to hear about it, even if he fell asleep immediately after he settled into bed. It was cute.

He was cuddled up against you all night, if not all morning.

[the-hydroxian-artblog]

[star2stop]

hes fucked up beyond repair ur honor

| the before. | 20XX | handsome devil ph | fine, i'm fine | you sound like louis burdett | chonny jash ph | count eleven |

[sukunasweetheart]

GUYSSSSSSSS OH MY FAKCING GODDDDDDDD 😭

HES SO FINEEEEEEEEEEEEEE IM SORRY I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE AT TJE MOEMNTNJENFKWNDJQHDKAJXKSK💓💖💗💝💗💖💓💓💝💓💝💗💗💝💓💖💞💖💞💝💞💓💓💖💗💘💗💝💞💕💖💞💝💓💗💖💓💝💞💝����💝💞💓💖💞💝💞💞💖💞💖💓💝💞

AND PLEASEREEEE HES SO CUTIFUL HOW CAN THIS BIG ASS MAN WITH HIS HULKING MUSCLES ALSP BE THIS CUTE??@,@;@&#&@*'M????@%@$!%#%!^

HAHAHAHAGAJAH LOOK AT HIM RUNNINGNGNFNFNDNFNHAGGAH🥹🥹🥹🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

[chikinan]

⭐DIO's Toybox ⭐ [twt + insta + kofi on bio]

[nat20composure]

"You're incredible, you deserve something real."

"I'm not sure I do."

[statiicstag]

[ hi I am not dead. I took a one way ticket to burnout city and now my gf is visiting so I'll be away but I'll tackle things when I get back! I think the break was good for me actually ]

[lonelyroommp3]

babe how do you stand london? As a northerner i visited for taylor for the first time in years and tube people are such mean rat people they will watch you cry bc you got hit in the face with a golf ball and give zero shits (in all fairness context etc I am northern but fucking hell)

genuinely i do think it is north v south cultural differences because to me (by and large, i think there are some people who just do not know or care how to act on public transport and i will bitch and moan about them till the cows come home) i don’t really perceive londoners as rude so much as very much existing in our own bubble especially on the tube where it’s like. i am just trying to survive this journey with minimal human interaction. like i think once you’ve been here for a while you are just hard wired to ignore any drama on public transport that isn’t an immediate threat to somebody’s health or safety, which ABSOLUTELY sucks when you’re the person hurt and/or crying on the tube who would really like for just one person to check that you’re okay but at the same time i see loads of people on like r/london saying they LOVE the tube as a place to cry because they know nobody will intrude and they can just have their feelings uninterrupted

[1864th]

getting mad abt the kdj/yjh actors height of ALL things its actually so embarassing 😭

[not-even-nostalgia]

Whipstaff Manor