#ghostface postcard

[kay-bot-bug]

🐇❄️Christmas cards for some of my friends!! ❄️🐇

[sjonni33]

HAPPY NOVEMBER!!! gahh i can't believe i've been doing the sticker club for six whole months already!! this month is some cute black and white armoured forest critters🦌🌳approx 5cm per sticker (2")

for the postcard club, ghostface, wolvie scenecap, and a burning honda civic 🔥👻 (all around a6 size!)

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[slashthrashandcrash]

What are some Ghostface/Danny headcannons of yours? Including any with Ramona? (I love your version of them so much) ((Although is it still a headcannon if it's an OC?)) (((Have a great day)))

heehoo perfect timing since I just brushed up on his lore a bit ago--

Danny keeps his father's dog tags close with his personal belongings. He would never consider putting them with his murder memorabilia, though.

He has a Bachelor's degree in Communications. He nearly flunked his math courses however because he was essentially homeschooled by his father.

His time in college was his version of going on a bender, the only time he let himself loosen up and lose control before he learned to reign it in for good (well, for the most part...)

Can't hold his liquor for shit.

His ears were pierced when he was a kid as a punishment by his father, something about acting like a girl, but Danny continued to wear studs out of spite.

If he had never been taken by the fog, and provided he had never been caught, I think he would have retired Ghostface sometime in his 40s. Once age takes its physical toll and technology starts getting advanced, it's too risky.

He's a decent cook, he just doesn't see the point in wasting all the time and effort and money when he could just put some jelly on a piece of bread and call it a day.

He chews on a toothpick when he's somewhere that has a no smoking enforcement, or he just has no cigarettes on hand.

+ With Ramona!

Danny tells the best bedtime stories (:

Not that he was thrilled about having a child in the first place, but if it has been a boy, he would have been much more involved in their life in order to replicate the kind of father-son relationship he had.

He sends her postcards every month or so from whatever city/state he's in...except he purposely dates them wrong and sends them from a post office on the opposite end of the coast than where they're actually from. A tiny physical alibi if he ever needs to prove his location during a certain time frame should he be questioned as a civilian.

He's never uses corporal punishment on Ramona and never plans to.

Ramona has tried on more than one occasion to Parent Trap her mom and dad. It hasn't worked yet. But maybe this time --!

Bonus: His baby mama calls him DJ rather than Danny.

[anniiecrsta]

 ࣪⊹𐙚 silly scream oc (matching with my lovely friend marty!)

warning! terribly long info dump on a dumb oc.

⊹ (ghostface 1) phineas ‘finn’ morgan is a 17 year old boy (born 6th of february 1983) who lives in woodsboro, CA. on the surface, he is an average teenager with a big passion for cycling, postcards and true crime. he lives with his mother, candace, and his sister, eliza, since his father died in a freak accident in his job as an electrician, getting burnt alive by a stray wire. that event deeply effected him for the rest of his life, giving him a fuckton of unresolved trauma for which he refuses to go to therapy for.

instead, he coped with his father’s violent death and absence by consuming crime and violent media. his life at home was not the best but not terribly out of the ordinary: he and his sister got along fine, even if sometimes she told her friends that her brother was “weird�� because he never let her into his room. he doesn’t interact with his mother a whole lot, especially because she insists he needs therapy . even if at school he seems like a completely average teenage boy, even doing a lot of extra curriculars like track and the math olympiad, all of his time consuming true crime media (not in the way intended, with an eye of admiration) led him down a path of obsession with murders: not the people who commit them, but the idea of taking the life away from somebody. he was very careful to not let that actually show, trying to cover it up by making friends and being as social as possible while also still being paranoid that everyone around him could be a killer. he became a decently popular boy, pretty average at the same time, but still liked. then he met allison, who he also thought liked through crime and he kind of leeched on to her, declaring her his ‘best friend’ without really asking her what she thought about it.

for personality, he is definitely a ‘golden retriever’ on the surface: friendly, open and always available to help when needed— if sometimes a bit naïve and overly clingy. it’s also terribly easy to convince him to do things if you’re his friend. like i explained earlier he also had an obsession with morbid things and a crippling paranoia that everybody around him is planning to harm him in some way, which causes him to zone out frequently. he gets stringed along with allison’s obsession for billy loomis and kind of gets into it too, joining her on her attempt to recreate the woodsboro murders that happened just a few years earlier out of admiration and curiosity for the original case.

[mashtyxchaosgremlin]

Sneaking into Shelter Woods to post this from one of the computers there.

Ghostface should make digital backups of all the pictures he takes with survivors, and just turn 'em into e-postcards.

"Greetings from Ormond!" and he's just posing with Steve or something. As messed up as it'd be, it'd also be pretty funn-

gtg think someone is nearby

[mehbzz]

Poly!Ghostface x F!Reader Almost a sequel to this one.

Totally inspired by @looooooooomis

What's a scream fic without a Stu house party?? Just a random night though, not Tatum's death party. No beta. I cant write endings to save my life.

18+ PWP. Wall sex, dubcon, abusive relationship, possessive controlling behaviour, a little anal play.

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“You are joking.”

“It's a little slutty.”

You sigh, more than a little exasperated but you try to bite your tongue. “You don't get to tell me what to wear.”

Stu shrugs, his fingers pressing into your hipbones. “I’m just saying-”

“Well don’t,” you frown, smacking his hands away. “I’m not taking fashion advice from you when you’re dressed like a knock off Hugh Hefner.”

You ignore Billy’s snort of amusement and turn back to the mirror, eyeing your dress more critically than you had been. Despite your annoyance, Stu’s words were burrowing under your skin. You liked this dress, and it was hardly ‘slutty’. In fact it was pretty tame. With Stu’s fascination with your thighs short skirts were a thing of the past, the numerous hickies and bite marks littering your skin were a testament to that.

His hands return to your hips as he hooks his chin over your shoulder.

“You’re channelling your inner Lynda more than your Laurie, you know?”

You look at him confused and his look of disappointment lets you know you’ve missed one of their prized movie references.

You sigh again, suddenly too weary to put up a fight. “Fine.” You move to pull away but his grip tightens. “What’s up?” “Nothing. Let me get changed.” “That look is not nothing bunny, what’s wrong?” Billy is watching you through the reflection in the window and you suppress a shiver at how black it makes his eyes look. “I’m just not in the mood for a party,” You hope that’s enough but the dark stare and the way Billy’s eyebrows raise as he stares lets you know he’s not going to let it go that easily. “Seriously? Everything’s wrong!” You turn to face them, your frustration getting the better of you. “There’s a psychopath roaming the streets, who almost killed me in case you forgot, I'm worried about my dad and-” “And what?” “This.” You gesture between the three of you. “Cheating. It’s unfair to your girlfriends. Remember them?” It comes out snappier than you meant it too and you flinch a little at the way Billy’s lips twitch.

“Your dad’s away working, why are you worried?” Billy finally tears his gaze away from the window to look at you. “I know but I usually get something. Postcard, voicemail,” you trail off. “Something.”

Stu shrugs. “It wouldn't be the first time he's forgotten you.”

That stings and you lower your gaze as you turn back towards the mirror. “Yeah I guess.”

“Babe come on,” Stu tugs the ends of your hair playfully. “It’s always time for a party, good vibes, good booze, everyone together. What could be safer?”

He tugs a little harder, making you turn back around, your heart skipping a beat as Billy finally moves from his window seat to come stand next to you. They’re always so intimidating together, whether they mean to be or not. You take a deep breath as their presence surrounds you, trying to turn your sudden nervousness into annoyance at how they’re cutting your worries down so dismissively.

“And the cheating? Tatum is my friend, and Sid-” you sigh. “She deserves better. She’s been through a lot, she lost her mom and sh-”

“So did I.” Billy interrupts you.

“That's not what I meant.” wincing as Billy grabs your arm and pulls you round to face him. “No? Then what did you mean?”

Stu’s fingers twist back into your hair. “You’re a part of us bunny, the three amigos, the three musketeers! You don’t get to break up with us.”

“I’m not breaking up with you,” You didn’t get much of a say in entering this relationship and you knew you wouldn’t get a say in leaving it, not that you wanted to. You wince as Billy’s grip tightens. “You're hurting me.”

“You can't leave.”

There’s a beat of uncomfortable silence as you just stare at each other until Stu moves, pressing himself to Billy's back, chin resting on his shoulder and arms around his waist as they both watch you. “You’re killing the party vibe here bunny.” “I’m not leaving. I just, I'm sorry, forget it.”

The apology tastes a little sour in your mouth, you're don’t think you did anything wrong but Billy notably relaxes at your words. For someone who he was dating he got awfully reactive whenever you were nice to Sid. Stu grabs your wrist and twists you around with him as he turns back towards your mirror. You have to fight the urge to snap at him, the manhandling got annoying quickly. Both of them constantly touching and tugging and pulling at you. Stu was definitely worse; you had a multitude of finger shaped bruises littering your skin. “Ah bunny I forgive you,” he points to his lips. “Kiss.”

Standing up on your tiptoes you kissed him lightly, conscious of the fact Billy is watching the two of you with a sullen stare. You can feel the bruise forming on your forearm, but aside from his brooding and occasional emotional outburst that often seemed to come from nowhere, he obviously loved you, and you loved him. You did.

“Bil-”

“Keep it in your pants tonight alright? Don’t get reckless.” He ignores you, attention focused on Stu.

“You're not coming?” You ask surprised, and a little disappointed.

“Not till late.”

“Where are you going?”

“Nosy aren't you?” Stu steps in front of you, arm slung around your shoulders as he turns you and guides you back towards the closet. You feel more than a little stubborn and instead of taking the hint and changing your clothes you pick out a pair of shoes to match the dress you’re already wearing. You’re not sure why they’re making you get ready so early, there was over two hours before the party officially started. You avoid looking at either of them as you sit on the edge of your bed until Stu crouches in front of you, taking the shoe from your hand.

"I can put my own shoes on." He sits there for a moment, running a thumb up and down your ankle. The small touch sends goosebumps over your skin and he smirks, pressing a kiss to the arch of your foot as he helps you slide your shoe on. His hands slide over your calves and up your thighs, disappearing under your skirt as his fingers curl into the hem of your panties and tug them down your legs.

He throws them towards Billy who immediately shoves them into his back pocket. His eyes are dark and you find it difficult to hold his gaze. Stu’s hands resting on your knees squeeze lightly as you begin to protest. “Ah ah, you wanna wear the slutty dress you gotta commit,” he licks his lips as his gaze runs down your legs. “No panties for you.”

You nod, not bothering to argue, just resolving to grab some more out of your closet when they’ve gone. “I’ll check.” He gives you a wink as he stands and you watch them converse quietly by your door as you put your other shoe on.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. Don’t worry,” Stu’s eyes flick over to look at you. Your stomach churns as he bares his teeth in a wide grin. It feels oddly threatening and the feeling of unease doesn’t leave you as they say their goodbyes.

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You don’t recognise the blonde that answers Stu’s door, someone who slurs a drunken mumble to you about drinks and the movie starting soon as they point randomly into the house. You give them a small smile and manoeuvre round them, making a beeline for the kitchen. Only giving Stu a passing wave hello, not noticing the frown he gives you at your lukewarm greeting. Grabbing yourself a beer in an effort to calm some of the raging emotions inside you, you down it quickly, the alcohol hitting your stomach and immediately making you feel better. The warmth spreading to your limbs and making you feel relaxed. You feel in better spirits, latching on to Randy when he appears at your side, resolving to focus on having a good time and forgetting your worries. Every time your bottle empties you replace it with another, your head soon feeling light and the ground beneath you starting to tilt. You find yourself moving closer to Randy, your debate on who would win in a fight between Jason or Michael getting a little more heated, completely oblivious to the way Stu watches you.

Stu is finding it hard to keep away from you. He’s filled with a volatile mix of adrenaline and lust, his cock already half hard as he watches you flirt with Randy. Violence flickers through him as his hands grab at Tatum, ignoring her protests as he pulls her closer, unsubtly grinding against her, his eyes glued to you and the way your throat bobs as you down your drink. He doesn’t follow what she says to him, too distracted with the way Randy is making you laugh. Tatum sighs, repeating her question but Stu buries his face into the side of her neck instead and sucks at her skin, a little harder than he means to. His fingers digging into her ribs too hard and too rough until she’s had enough and elbows him in the stomach, complaining he’s drinking too much as she goes off to find Sidney.

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You’re thinking of Billy, you shouldn’t be, but you are. He and Stu seem to dominate your life recently, and you like to think it’s reasonable that they occupy your thoughts as well.

You startle when Sid and Tatum appear opposite you, rummaging through the bottles on the counter in search of something to drink. Sid’s smile falters slightly when she sees you. “Hey.” “Hey. Billy not with you?” you curse internally. That should not have been the first thing out of your mouth.

“I’m surprised he’s not with you, you seem to see him more than I do.” The hostility in her voice takes you off guard.

“That’s, I’m n-” you stutter awkwardly but neither of them seem willing to wait and see what you’re trying to say, Tatum pointedly ignoring you as she tugs Sid away and towards the cacophony of noise in the lounge and you watch them go, hurt by their dismissal.

“You do seem to spend more time with him than anyone else.” Randy’s not looking at you as he speaks but you give him half hearted glare anyway. “Aren’t you on movie duty?” you gesture towards the growing impatient grumbles in the other room. “Your people are getting impatient.” You ignore his parting comment, focusing on looking through the bottles for another drink and on your growing sense of misery and guilt.

“Turn that frown upside down kitten.” Stu appears at you side with another drink in his hand, pushing it in to yours with a grin which you don’t return.

“I think Sid knows. Or suspects.”

Stu looks in the direction they left with a shrug. “Nah they don't.” He clears his throat as his hand slides round your back and down to your ass, giving you a hard squeeze.

You shove him back, harder than you meant to, his look of surprise making you feel a little guilty.

“They're my friends Stu,” You nibble at your thumb anxiously. “I think Sid is right you know? We spend a lot of time together. People are noticing.”

He reaches for your hand and you bat him away. Something dark and hurt flickers across his face at your rejection but you refuse to acknowledge it, you won't let him guilt you into anything right now. “It's wrong. Tatum-”

“Don't be so uptight,” He reaches for you again and you take a step back, glancing around to make sure no one is watching the two of you. Stu sighs. “We won’t be together much longer.”

“You're breaking up with her?” You're surprised.

“Yeah, you're right. It’s not fair to her.” he smirks. “OK? So will you relax now?”

You don’t believe him, his flippant tone not convincing you that he means it. “I need some air.” You take a large gulp of the drink he gave you, regretting it immediately as you gag at the overwhelming taste of vodka. “Come on babe, lighten up.” You shake your head, shoving your cup in to his reaching hand. “Just 5 minutes ok? I’ll be right back.”

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It’s not exactly cold as you wander in to Stu’s back yard, but it’s cool enough to feel good against your flushed skin. You move around the side of the house, just far enough to avoid the bright lights and noise from inside. You lean back against the cool bricks, taking a deep breath as you try to sort out your thoughts.

The distance cry of a fox draws you out of your melancholy, the fact that you were standing outside in the dark alone dawning on you slowly. Randy would not be impressed with you. Going back inside seemed like a very sensible idea, until you heard a branch snap behind you and you froze, a scream dying in your throat as a figure loomed from the darkness, a flash of silver in their hand as they jumped towards you.

“Gotcha!”

You react instinctively, palm stinging as it connects against the figures cheek, knocking them to the side and you recognise the garish red of Stu’s housecoat.

“What the fuck Stu??”

He just stands there looking away from you, the muscles in his jaw clenching as he grinds his teeth, he turns back towards you slowly, and the way his eyes bore into you makes your breath hitch and a stab of cold fear shoot down your spine.

You almost give in to the rising panic and turn to run but he starts to laugh. The angry look disappearing as he brings a hand up to cradle his cheek. “You got a mean right hook bunny.”

“Asshole.”

He cackles harder, “Come on it was funny; you should have seen your face.”

“It was not fucking funny.”

He grins as you take a step backwards, waving the knife in the air between you. “Babe relax, it’s not real.” You glance at the knife; it certainly looks it, the moonlight shining of the short blade. He tucks into the back of his jeans before you can get a proper look at it.

He walks closer, head tilting as he regards you curiously. “What would you do if it was real?” His eyes look cold and black in the dull light. He grips your chin and tilts your head up to meet his gaze. “If I wanted to do something to you, you really think you could stop me?”

Your heart is pounding as you swallow hard, a confusing mix of desire and fear flashing through you. “Fuck you.”

He examines you closely, eyes roaming over you as a smile creeps across his face. And then he laughs.

“Yeah that’s my plan.”

He glances back down the path and then back at you as he takes several steps forward, forcing you to take two back and your heart leaps into your throat. “Stu, we can’t.”

He backs you up until your back hits the side of the house, and his thumb brushes along your bottom lip, nail digging into the sensitive skin until you open with a whimper.

He slides two fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue as he pushes down to the back of your throat until you gag and he withdraws with a crooked smirk. He presses his thumb down on your bottom teeth, keeping your mouth open as he looks up at you before he spits on to your tongue and watches it slide down the back of your throat. “Swallow.”

You force yourself to swallow. The taste of stale beer is strong and makes your stomach lurch at that bitter tang but his low groan of approval sends a shiver of arousal through you. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

He spins you so fast you feel dizzy, made worse by the alcohol and you feel an intense rush of nausea. He presses against you so you are trapped between him and the wall, his fingers wrapping around the front of your hips and pulling your ass back against him.

He knocked your feet apart with his, hands sliding up your thighs and under your skirt, groaning low in his throat when he touches bare flesh. “Knew it,” His voice a low growl as he touches you. “Billy thought you’d chicken out but I knew it, knew you were a dirty girl.” He slipped his fingers along your folds and you gasp as he presses against your clit. “And already wet for me.”

His lack of patience is obvious as he yanks his pants and underwear just far enough down his thighs to slide his cock between your legs. One hand resting on your hip and the other curling around your throat, his fingers flexing and twitching against your skin like he’s fighting the urge to choke you.

He pressed against your entrance and you tensed, your walls tightening at the thought of him inside you. He moans as he lets his cock rub against your cunt, nudging against your clit and teasing you as he slides through your wet folds.

You’re starting to feel impatient with his teasing, well aware anyone could wander out and see you, so you try to shift your hips to encourage him inside you. He relents, pushing gently until you stretched around his tip and then he pulled back.

“Fuck you’re tight,” his voice is breathless, excited, as pushes against your entrance, “think you can take all of me?” He moans as he pushes the head of his cock back inside you. “Feels like I’m going to tear you apart.” He grunts and snaps his hips forward, one sharp brutal thrust and he’s inside you, knocking the breath from your lungs as he sinks deep. You’re wet, but he’s big and the sudden almost painful fullness has your fingernails scratching into the brickwork, his hand leaving your throat to clap across your mouth at your pained cry.

He gives you no time to adjust to the stretch before he starts a fast, almost desperate rhythm, pushing you flat to the wall with the strength of his thrusts, your hands scrabbling against the wall as you desperately try to steady yourself. His moans and pants are loud in your ear and he brushes his fingers over your lips before shoving them into your mouth, stroking and caressing across your tongue. Your orgasm rises fast, and it hits you suddenly and sharply, drawing a garbled cry from you, drool dripping down your chin.

“Fuck you cumming already?” He hisses as you clench around him, thrusts stuttering and slowing as he withdraws his fingers from your mouth to grip your hips, one hand palming your ass as he lets his thumb slide between your cheeks to circle your asshole. “Disappointing Billy’s not here, I really really want to ruin you.” His thumb presses a little firmer and he slowly pushes the tip in past the tight ring of muscle, making you whine at the intrusion. He starts to speed up again, his thrusts are quick and rough, his groans loud as he lets his thumb sink deeper into your ass. “So tight, fucking-fuck you really would break if you tried to take us both.” He leans forward and his teeth press lightly into the skin of your shoulder. “Wanna try?” He bites down hard, skin popping under his teeth and it’s too much, the pain mixing with the pleasure to push you over the edge again. This time he doesn’t slow as he fucks you through it, instead pressing his thumb deeper into your ass as you cry out and he sucks in a harsh breath. “Does it hurt? Am I hurting you?” He groans at your whine, his hips stuttering. “Tell me it hurts.”

Pain hits low in your abdomen as he thrusts hard and hits something inside you that draws a broken scream from your throat. It makes him moan, his hips stuttering and a slew of curses mixing with your name fall from his mouth before he cums hard and loud, stilling inside you and buried as deep as he can. It hurts, his cock pressed painfully against your cervix as he comes down from his high and you know you’re going to be suffering for several days. He chuckled weakly, resting his forehead against your shoulder and making you hiss as he lapped at the blood trickling down your shoulder.

“Good girl.” He squeezes your ass as he slowly pulls out, spreading you open and watching his cum leak from your abused cunt and drip down your thigh. “Fuck bunny, that’s a good look on you.”

“Pretty sure I said keep it in your pants.” Billy’s voice makes you jump, your face heating in embarrassment as you turn your head to look at him, his arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the wall. He has a slight flush to his cheeks and you wonder how long he has been watching as you clumsily tug your skirt back down, wincing at the wet sensation between your thighs.

“She seduced me.” “Yeah, sure she did.” “Want a turn? Got her all loose and ready for you.” Stu winks at him and gives him a lazy grin. You frown, leaning heavily against the wall to keep your balance. You can’t seem to follow their conversation as they talk over you, your brain feeling sluggish and a little off kilter.

Billy narrows his eyes. “Did you give her something?” What the fuck did that mean? The question alarms you and you try to fix it into your alcohol addled brain to ask them about later. Stu snorts, “She’s cock drunk man,” giving your ass a smack, making you stumble forward a step. “Gave it to her good.” He loops an arm round your waist and Billy gives you both an unhappy glare.

“No I didn’t,” Stu sighs, the humour dropping from his voice at Billy’s unimpressed look. “She just went a little overboard with the booze.”

Billy reaches for you, and the world spins as he pulls you out of Stu’s hold and into his chest, your hands pressing against his collarbones as you try to keep your balance. “Inside. People are looking for you.”

“Yeah in a minute,” Stu watches as you nuzzle into Billy’s neck. He smells good, and you’re unable to resist the urge to leave little kisses along his skin, nipping sharply just under the neckline of his shirt. The hiss he makes as you do so sends another stab of arousal through you but you press another flurry of kisses across his neck in apology. “Careful bunny,” he huffs at you, “You can’t be leaving marks.” His voice is strained and you can tell he is trying to sound reprimanding but you know different, you can feel him already half hard against your stomach. “If you two are going to get hot and heavy I wanna wat-” “People'll notice if the host isn't at their own party dipshit.”

"Yeah yeah, ok, fine," Stu holds his hands up in mock surrender. "I'm going."

He hooks a thumb under your chin and you turn your neck to look at him as he leans down and gives you a sloppy, tongue filled kiss. “You two crazy kids keep it PG13 right?” You roll your eyes and he turns to Billy with a grin. “Don’t go taking advantage of the drunk chick.” Billy flips him off and Stu sticks his tongue out in response, leaving the two of you and walking back into the house with a loud screech, making you and several people inside yelp and jump in surprise.

“You ok?” Billy looks genuinely concerned and it makes your heart surge with affection. You press your lips to his in a gentle kiss before your conscience decides to wake back up. “I think Sid knows, maybe Randy too.” He doesn’t say anything, just looks at you, eyebrow slightly raised as he waits for you to continue.

“They said-”

“I don't give a shit what they have to say.”

“But they think-”

“What they think is irrelevant,” His arms tighten around your waist. “Do you love me? Stu?”

“Yes.” You don’t even have to think about it, you do, but that doesn’t mean you don’t know it’s wrong, that you’re cheating, that being with them is just plain suffocating sometimes.

“Then that's all that matters,” He slides his thumb across your brow, smoothing out your frown. “Don’t worry about Sid or Tatum, we’ll take care of it.”

You nod. You won’t be able to explain it, not now, not with alcohol tying up your tongue. Not without hurting them.

“Look at me.” Your eyes flick to his and even in your drunken state you see the softness that flashes in his eyes. “You’re going to go back inside and you’re going to ask Randy to drive you home ok?”

You’re surprised, even a little hurt. “You’re sending me home?”

“You’re drunk,” he presses soft fluttery kisses to your mouth inbetween his words, hands gentle as they frame your face. “I don’t want to but we need to cover our asses sometimes.” He gives you one last kiss to the tip of your nose. “As much as I wanna take you home, I have to stay here for a while.” This soft affection from Billy was rare and you can’t stop yourself from melting into it with a happy sigh. “Bunny? Straight home, no movies or ‘one last drink’ he’s only to drop you off.”

You give him a soft hum in agreement. As if you would. They never seem to believe you when you stress that Randy is only your friend.

“Had a good night didn’t you?” Billy dips his hand between your thighs, smearing Stu's cum into your skin and fluttering briefly over your clit and making you whimper, forcing you to grip his shoulders as your knees buckle. “Fuck Stu made a right mess of you. Feel kinda bad for Randy’s seats,” amusement is clear across his face and you feel more than a little mortified at what he’s implying. “Stu’s gonna love it.”

Just as the pleasure is starting to build he withdraws, holding his fingers up in front of your face and pressing them against your lips. You hesitate and he pushes a little harder, making you open reluctantly and he pushes his fingers into your mouth. His breathe hitches as you swirl your tongue around him and you try not to grimace at the bitter taste of Stu’s cum. He cups your jaw, smearing wet digits across your skin as he runs his thumb over your cheek. “I gotta spend some time with Sid, but I’ll come check on you later ok?”

“Yeah, ok.” Closing your eyes, you rest your head against his shoulder as he runs his hand over your hair.

“Come on,” He says after a few minutes. “Home time.” He smiles at you, a soft gentle smile that makes your heart tighten painfully. This whole situation is unfair. You’re in love with your best friends. You’re in love with not one but two men who make you feel incredibly happy but also like a possession more than a partner. You want to cry. The alcohol and pleasure are starting to ebb away, leaving you with the confused jumble of thoughts and emotions that you’ve been trying to escape all day, and a growing painful ache between your thighs. You swallow hard at the rising lump in your throat as Billy gives you a gentle nudge back towards the house. You’re not going to cry, but you want to. You desperately want to.

[ffpodcast]

Having some fun with AI art!

Freddy Kreuger in a bouncy house ~ Michael Meyers winning a Food Network competition ~ Jason Vorhees Sunbathing in the style of a 1940s postcard ~ Renaissance painting of Ghostface drinking red wine

[therappundit]

***THE RAP PUNDIT’S HIGHLIGHTS [Part 4]: More of the Best of 2022***

...and Happy Halloween!  💀

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/gallery/2016/oct/31/scary-vintage-halloween-costumes-in-pictures

https://therappundit.tumblr.com/post/687884232044986368/the-rap-pundits-first-half-highlights-part

https://therappundit.tumblr.com/post/688815947113496576/q1-done-but-then-some-more-part-2-of-the

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****RANKED IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER, JUST HOW I WAS COMPILING THEM AT THE TIME**** …

The saga continues....BOO-tang....BOO-tang.....

“FlyGod Jr.” - Westside Gunn feat. DJ Drama & Doe Boy

https://soundcloud.com/westsidegunn/flygod-jr?in=westsidegunn/sets/10-336277330

“Science Class” - Westside Gunn feat. Busta Rhymes, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah & Stove God Cooks

https://soundcloud.com/westsidegunn/science-class?in=westsidegunn/sets/10-336277330

“Shootouts In Soho” - Westside Gunn feat. A$AP Rocky & Stove God Cooks

https://soundcloud.com/westsidegunn/shootouts-in-soho?in=westsidegunn/sets/10-336277330

“Drop An Album” - Boldy James & Evidence

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGCBHkXN5r0

“Black Pinot” - Meyhem Lauren & Daringer feat. Action Bronson

https://soundcloud.com/meyhemlauren/black-pinot-action-bronson-daringer?in=meyhemlauren/sets/black-vladimir-1

“White Rabbit Freestyle” - Marco Plus

https://soundcloud.com/itsmarcoplus/white-rabbit-freestyle-1?in=itsmarcoplus/sets/tha-soufside-villain-lp-1

“Skylar Diggins Interlude” - Marco Plus feat. Kenneth Cash

https://soundcloud.com/itsmarcoplus/skylar-diggins-interlude-feat?in=itsmarcoplus/sets/tha-soufside-villain-lp-1

“Pointing Fingers” - Archibald Slim feat. Ethereal

https://powrecordings.bandcamp.com/track/pointing-fingers-feat-ethereal

“Can’t Punk Me” - JID feat. EARTHGANG

https://soundcloud.com/jidsv/cant-punk-me-feat-earthgang

“Wish Upon A Star” - Smoke DZA feat. Curren$y

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmdC_Wr_9pE

“Eulogy” - Joey Bada$$

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=daRZhJyyz_s&list=OLAK5uy_nT7XMqHPNPTSaNtVxXe_kRpnPAZrsrPis&index=6

“Postcard” - Papo2oo4, DJ Lucas & Subjxct 5

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U-zXCc2KVvU

“1080p” - Papo2oo4, DJ Lucas & Subjxct 5

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2jPt826VWVU&list=OLAK5uy_mUXzTT8GQ-2Kyf2VGy-z1eRelBFw35pNk&index=8

“Dave Chappelle Is Wrong (Beef With God)” - SHIRT

https://mellomusicgroup.bandcamp.com/track/dave-chappelle-is-wrong-beef-with-god

“LOVE4ADOLLA$” - GRINCHN’4$

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DuoS_3wOhVE

“FACE CARD” - TTM Dawg feat. Shawny Binladen, Big YAYA & Big GLTAOW

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j6sIipJZGMo

“Dame Lillard” - Ot7QANNY

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3i15gKYJu8k&t=26s

“Texas” - MarijuanaXO

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnkXxt7pdNA

“Can’t Believe It” - Kid Cudi feat. 2 Chainz

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rH6RX316F_o

“Do Better” - Ab-Soul feat. Zacari

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c77E28DB_jE

“What won’t he do?” - Father

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5PstTyVkMP8

“Step” - Jugg Harden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hdXXcg8M_qg

“Can’t Sleep” - Gudda Tezz feat. Nate Milli

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JvpWIwHpFmg

“Dirty Laundry - Shady Ray feat. Jameel Na'im X & Young Act

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTwiidopM6E

“POZA” - Rick Hyde feat. Rome Streetz

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KMLHU2WRWxM

“Cristalle Jr.’” - Psalm One & Custom Made

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sqv7xtXS0fU&t=111s

“O Tre Nine” - Boldy James & Nicholas Craven feat. Gue Wop

https://nicholascraven.bandcamp.com/track/0-tre-nine-feat-gue-wop

“Maneuver” - Lakeyah feat. Flo Milli

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6nm92_Y0jQ

“The Facts” - Kenzo B feat. Young Devyn

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJAQpz-AsYk

“Free Rio” - YN Jay & Peezy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zkQ0VtJAL1A

“Rta” - Drego & Beno

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BNbJzxKmFCs

“Sorry We Was Trapping” -Drego & Beno

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9NdYIMu5eT4

“Vaxuum Sealed” - Drego & Beno feat. BabyTron

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0qxpccmmL4

“223′s” -Midwxst feat. BabyTron

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eh_HAsFL768

“Flu Game” - Reese LAFLARE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v90XPlqdAmY

“New Jack City” - Ralfy The Plug feat. OTM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eRY26WsFzrw

“FOOTBALL HEADS” - Maxo Kream feat. Benny The Butcher

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nEBSBLPCnKY

“Hot Shit” - Cardi B feat. Lil Durk & Kanye West

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1BLp2cPg5o

“GOD DID” - DJ Khaled feat. Rick Ross, Lil Wayne, Jay-Z, John Legend, Fridayy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a7JPFeh8MT0

🎃

[samsolaze]

In this episode of Obsession Diaries, we dive deep into why Ghostface has become a cultural and psychological icon, exploring how Scream revolutionized the slasher genre. Plus, grab your Ghostface Halloween postcards (featuring a Ghostface Artwork designed in the video as well) — free to download! Send them to your friends, family and community for Halloween and beyond 🖤 ⚠️ Heavier themes in this video (aka potential triggers): Themes from Scream like Murder & Trauma ⚠️ 👻 FREE GHOSTFACE POSTCARDS: here on my blog) 👻

[feral-fuqboi-danny]

Delicate digits traced the outline of his jaw, carefully gliding down his neck. Plump cherry colored lips took over the spot her fingers just marked with an invisible *x*, planting a deep loving kiss next to his ear.

Her torso covering his back as a warm blanket in the wintertime, leaning closer as Danny worked over his laptop.

"Mr. Johnson..may I have a moment?"

Clare giggled lovingly. No one but him will ever hear such a sound leaving her mouth.

"We received a postcard. Well, not *us*, but since Nate can't read, I am sure the sender did mean to include us in the process."

An old and outdated piece of paper with a faded picture landed on Danny's desk. The picture showed a town, maybe a few hundred years older than it is in today's time. Clare filliped the postcard, revealing a message written on it.

I wish you are well and growing up safely and happily. I cherish the memory of being privileged to take care of you and teach you. I'll be setting my feet on a journey soon, and will pass the town you are growing up in, in hopes to have a chance to hand you a gift I crafted for you last birthday.

No matter what mask you prefer, you were a blessing.

- Evan

"Nate does need a godfather."

The woman with blood waves for hair added softly.

"Think he is past all that hatred for your ass my dear Ghostface?"

(OOC: After Nate mention yesterday, I could not resist)

MY FEELS

"Ah, looks like the old man really did take a liking to him, hm? Well, I was going to make Frankie the godfather but I suppose someone with their shit together would be a lot nicer. So long as he doesn't hate us anymore, sure, he can come on by. I'd like to let him know in person." Danny leans back to kiss Clare's chin. "Where is Nate? Playing in his room still? I feel bad, I need to hurry with this work so he can play outside."

He thumbs the picture, remembering when Evan had Nate with him. It was an odd time but things worked out. "How close do you think he is?"

[artbystevanchase]

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[toxicghostface]

hi! welcome back can u do gf with a daughter reader? pre-entity! one of my favorite tumblr writers was writing about gf having a child and i just want to see ur take on it!

Pre Entity Danny with a daughter

Danny having a child is one hundred percent an accident. It most likely happened during a one night stand during his early twenties. For the most part he probably wouldn’t even know the child existed unless the partner somehow found what new city he was staying in and dropped them on his doorstep or he’d happen to “check up” on his old fling and discovered the child himself.

In the former, Danny definitely would try to send the little girl to his parents because he doesn’t want to take care of her. It’ll tie him down. It’d be harder for him to carry out his crimes. When his parents say no, however, he kind of just deals with it. Sure he doesn’t want the kid, but now they’re stuck together and it kind of becomes an anakin and ahsoka type situation except with the lack of space and glowing light sticks.

He’ll do his somewhat best to teach them the basic life necessities and how to pack light since they’ll be moving around a lot. He also will try his best to keep his “ghostly” activities away from them for as long as he can before she ever happens to find out.

In the second of the two options, Danny would hear about his old fling moving to the new city he’s currently located at and decides to see how they're doing (not because he cares, but that he’s nosey). When he discovers the child he basically tries to flee the city as quickly as he can before his old partner can see, but of course he has bad luck and they catch up and he’s forced to officially meet his daughter.

Danny would make up a lie about why he has to move a lot, but sometimes if he happens to think about it, he’ll pick up a postcard and small gift and send it to his daughter just so they don’t think he’s that that much of an asshole that he’s forgotten about them.

I would say in all, he’s probably an okay dad. He’s not the best and wouldn’t even care if he wasn’t, but in some cases he does try. However he puts his ghostface persona above anyone else and he doesn’t want anyone to try and interfere with that.

[ziracona]

I think you've said the your first plan for Frank's fate was a lot different than what happened in fic? Do you mind sharing what your original idea was?

Sure!

So, originally, when I added Legion to In Living Memory--which was by far the biggest rewrite I did to my outline--I planned out Susie’s arc and Joey’s more or less as they appear in-fic. However, almost none of what happened with Frank was planned. So, when I write, characters often do stuff I don’t understand at the time or only partially understand, or figure out the reasons behind later, which can be a little bit of a hassle but isn’t too bad. Unfortunately, they also not just incredibly infrequently will decide to do shit I had no idea they would do ahead of time, and like, I can’t stop them, because like it or not, if I did, I’d be writing them OOC, so I just kind of have to go with it. When I got to The Lost, the section with Frank was supposed to be very different. He was supposed to show up, and Jeff was going to be low-key nice to him. I think in the original outline draft, he was a little more fucked up still than he is in-fic, so in the outline, Jeff bumps into him upstairs while looking for the tape, easily incapacitates him when Frank attacks him, and is super surprised by winning the fight in like 0.8 seconds, and realizes how fucked up he is. Frank is kind of freaked out, because he’s super weak and at someone who he would expect hates him’s mercy, but Jeff just is kind of silently like “it’s okay--don’t worry” and doesn’t tell anyone else he’s there so that he won’t be in trouble, and they leave with the tape. When I actually wrote the chapter, that changed to Frank being more healed at this point, and them actually fighting him, and some of what ended up in chapter, but Jeff was mostly just expected to be like “Okay, but we’re not going to kill him. We’re going to show mercy even if he wouldn’t, and let him go.” because Jeff is, well, Jeff. And instead he was like “Hey uh can I do a thing?” and I was like “Uh yeah I guess” and he just went off and was unreasonably nice and compassionate to Frank Morrison for like 40 pages and I was like...This is going to butterfly effect update everything. Shit.

And it did. Thanks Jeff. (Sincerely though, it’s much better the way the cards fell and the way I ended up writing/developing Frank and Julie and also Jeff and Joey and Susie too).  Originally, Frank was going to be slightly conflicted (as Jeff would still have been unexpectedly merciful to him), but to a much, much lesser extent. He was never a monster--he’s kind of a shitty person, but not without redeeming qualities, and he’s still in his early 20s. [To be fair, though, in ILM, Frank gets away with a lot. Like, going back and reading Tenacity, Adrenaline, and Grit alone, he does some sincerely fucked up stuff to Meg that he is allowed by the compassion of the rest of the cast to come back from. Meg doesn’t get enough credit for how nice she is to Frank by the end of the fic. Which I mean, everyone nice to the Legion is going to be automatically juxtaposed with Jeff, who is the most compassionate and selfless man ever, but credit where it’s due, Meg is a super, super kind person. Lets Frank go in Vs. because he helped Susie and because it would make Susie sad, doesn’t try to get revenge on him even though he’s caused her lasting PTSD and some pretty big trauma for petty reasons, is willing to believe he and Julie could/have actually changed, and while at fic-end she’s still kind of at “I am sincerely glad for you that you’re not who you used to be, but also, being close to you is traumatic for me because of what you did to me in the past, so I do not want to be around you,” (which is already a both valid and incredibly generous place to be at towards him), she feels further compassion for him because at this point he really does sincerely regret and feel guilt and shame for the things he’s done and wish he could change them, and extends the possibility that maybe in the future she will heal enough that that’s not the case anymore and there might be a future where they could be okay with each other, or oven become friends. And I know that next to Jeff people don’t all be looking as amazing as they would otherwise haha, but that’s like, that’s such a kind and strong and compassionate choice to make towards someone who has hurt you. Forgiveness is such, such a valuable thing, because it just is never merited, it’s always an act of compassion, and I really love her for that. I know I’m totally derailing the actual question so I’ll get back to it now though--sorry--I just have a lot of love for Meg Thomas.]

But uh yes, back on topic. Frank was never a monster. Legion is super interesting and I love them because they’re in a class all their own, which I know I’ve said before. But like, “teens who murdered one guy once spur of the moment because one of the group was in trouble” is such a different mental/psychological/ethical/emotional place to be coming from than any of the other killers. Frank is kind of a shithead, but he does genuinely love and care for his friends, and would be willing to suffer for them. He’s definitely got Reactive Attachment Disorder too, which is part of why he has such a hard time getting to trust Jeff eventually. 

So, as aggressive and kind of shitty but not wholly without redeeming qualities, his original story would have seen him usually an aggressor (tries hard to stop Susie, hurts Meg, gets on Joey’s case for anything kind he does, kills survivors pretty brutally & threatens people to try and keep them in line, etc), but also having moments of sympathy and humanity (letting Quentin go in Distortion/Iron Maiden, conflicted about Jeff helping him, being willing to get incredibly hurt by the Entity to protect Joey, fighting Ghostface to save Susie even though their relationship is not good right now, etc), and getting kind of mixed results in his ending. He would still have saved Susie in Vs. and been helped by Meg, who would still have offered him temporary Clemency because he saved her girlfriend and she’s got some honor, and would have escaped with Julie and the rest of the survivors and allies and made it back to the world. However, instead of sticking around to help patch up Jeff etc, Frank and Julie would have booked almost immediately in 600 Seconds (I doubt he would have stopped to help the truck driver either), and ended up with an uncertain fate. In the original outline, they kind of go off Bonnie & Clyde style and live together on the run. They send Susie and Joey postcards and such sometimes, but are kind of just MIA at the end, and it is unclear/up in the air if they will escalate into violence again, or be convinced by their old friends to come meet up and maybe try living a different life. I am not sure of details beyond that, because that outline kind of burned to death with the first actual paper draft of The Lost, as at that point I was pretty sure what Jeff was choosing to do would drastically change Frank’s future and decisions. I was kind of unsure how to feel about that at first. 

I’ve never like, hated Frank, but when Darkness Among Us released, I did not like him. Didn’t hate, but like, he was kind of vaguely portrayed as an angry, violent white boy who thinks his sad backstory gives him the right to commit murder, and despite that was wildly not just like, liked, but like, stan-style liked and pretty frequently really woobified too in big chunks of the fandom right after release, while the much more canonically sympathetic Joey got super sidelined (probably for race reasons) and so did Julie. So, I certainly didn’t like, plan to give him as big even a role as he had? I wanted him to be complex because he just was, but uh, it was surreal for me that I ended up having a deep emotional attachment to Frank hecking Morrison, but like, I guess here we are lol. And I’m not sorry. It was a good way for the story to go, and improved the plot. My frustration with the initial portrayals I saw were p valid, but I just didn’t end up writing Frank that way, or seeing him that way when I got to know him, and the person he was in ILM is someone who I am happy got and chose to take a shot at redemption and a good life with people who loved him. I care about him a lot. I think after The Lost, and certainly by the first draft of The Cat I was fully on board with how I knew then that Frank’s story was going to go, and it’s a kinder, softer story than I had planned, but I’m glad it was. I’m glad the stupid rat boy got a redemption arc. It’s so fkn hard to actually choose to change if you do bad stuff in real life, and it’s pretty damn valuable if someone can face the guilt and responsibility of what they did, accept it, and try to find some way to make right. He had a stacked deck in life, and got pretty lost out there for a while, but he beat the world, in the end. Frank let himself get pretty hardened and chose to throw out a lot of humanity before he decided to stop, but he did, and he earned a little bit of hope in the end. I don’t know if his ending is fair or not, considering all the bad shit he did, but I also don’t think it has to be. I don’t remember the exact line, but Jeff’s right when he says that life has always been unfair to them, but never in ways that were good, and that unfair can be a good thing too. Life is so rarely unfair to human beings in a way that is merciful or kind, and it’s really kind of amazing the rare times it is. I’m happy things ended up how they did. : )

[Also: fun stupid fact as a last note here. When I decided to expand Frank’s role, I was like “Okay, I can definitely see the value of this character arc and story change, and I like it and am on board, but you absolutely cannot sideline Joey to give Frank room,” like--I was not going to end up like

nuh-uh, so I literally invented a rule for myself that any time Frank got new content that wasn’t in the outline, I had to give Joey new content too so he wouldn’t get bypassed/sidelined and his arc and narrative would get the value and consideration and time it deserved alongside Frank’s and not accidentally, good intentions or not, end up getting overshadowed, and I really did stick to that. Like it got kind of funny to me. But I’m also glad I did because now Frank has a cool and well developed, hard-earned redemption arc, Julie gets one too, and I get *EveN MOooREe* Joey being a wonderful character screen time. Just good for everything all around. <3 ]

[crime-scene-psychic]

Some of my personal TFW Supernatural headcanons that you can either choose to accept or die

Sam Winchester headcanons:

Sam definitely watched Quantum Leap as a kid. Dean made fun of him because he said the show was nerdy (even though he secretly kinda enjoyed it). Now that they live in the bunker, Dean bought Sam the box set so he can watch it whenever he wants. He has now rewatched the show eleven times. (Sam ships Al and Sam).

 Sam was vegetarian while dating Jess because she was and had convinced Sam to go veg as well. Sam still tries to be vegetarian, but it’s hard while on the road.

Sam was religious growing up because Dean had given him a golden cross necklace that belonged to Mary. Sam keeps it in his secret box.

Speaking of Sam’s secret box, some of the things in the box are movie ticket stubs from dates with Jess, the program from his graduations (which Dean was the only one to attend both), a worn bible he “stole”, both of his diplomas (high school and Bachelors), Mary’s necklace, Polaroids of friends from college, a postcard from that time Jess went to France over the summer (it’s filled with X’s and O’s), a copy of Great Expectations that he had purchased in a used book store when he first arrived in California (it’s very worn and Sam has underlined a lot of passages), one of John’s many Marine medals, the beer cap of his first beer, and finally, a selfie that he and Dean had taken a while ago that Dean didn’t remember, but Sam definitely did. An engagement ring is also in there. It was meant for Jess. Sam was going to propose after acing his law school interview. The day never came to put it on her finger.

Sam considers going back to school sometimes, but isn’t sure it would be for law. He sometimes wonders if Classics would be a good major for him to pick up.

Sam knows Dean would support him going to college at Kansas State, he just is afraid to leave Dean and hunting again.

Sam excessively drinks Respect Wahmen juice.

Sam’s waaay too into politics and forced Dean to go voting (even though he just picks the ones Sam does).

Sam watches Buzzfeed Unsolved True Crime religiously and is a Shaniac because Shane reminds him of Dean. He watches Buzzfeed Unsolved Supernatural when he needs a good laugh. It reminds him of the Ghostfacers.

Sam’s favorite food is mac and cheese with marshmallow fluff to this day.

Sam is a lightweight.

Sam’s favorite color is plaid. 

Sam still doesn’t know a damn thing about cars.

Sam was in a feminist organization while at Stanford.

Sam is proud of being a Midwestern and always retweets those Midwest memes because they are nice and accurate.

Sam doesn’t like to swear, but will when angry, which always takes Dean by surprise. Sam refuses to say “fuck”.

Sam is a bit head over heels for the archangel Gabriel.

But, Sam also loved Eileen Leahy.

Sam Winchester is queer.

Sam likes dogs so much because once when he was three he got separated from Dean in a park and was crying until a police dog came up to him and licked his tears away. The dog barked to notify that Sam was lost and he was found. He now would trust a dog with his life.

That purple dog shirt? His favorite. He didn’t get rid of it, it’s just at the bottom of his duffle waiting for the right time. 

Sam is not a fan of the Hot Dogga.

Sam kissed a boy in high school. 

Sam is into Marvel. He loves Bucky Barnes with all his heart.

Sam is more of a English and History kinda guy.

Trans guy Sam is a good headcanon, let me tell you.

Dean Winchester headcanons:

Dean isn’t sexist, stop that.

Dean is actually smarter than anyone gives him credit for. He dumbs himself down to lessen people’s expectations (especially while in school) and to shine light on how smart Sam is.

Dean is a fan of the Hot Dogga.

Okay, Dean isn’t that into Buzzfeed Unsolved True Crime, but he likes Supernatural and Ryan because Ryan is a little like Sam (at least to Dean he is).

Dean is an amazing cook.

Dean has actually considered going to community college. 

Dean taught himself how to fix cars.

Dean is really good at math and science. 

Dean dropped out of high school to get a full time job to support Sam.

Dean is more DC than Marvel to the horror of Sam.

Dean doesn’t like pets. At. All.

Yeah, Dean’s into that kinky shit ngl.

Dean’s favorite show is NCIS: New Orleans.

Dean read once. It was awful.

He doesn’t really understand social media, but Sam set him up a Twitter and he kinda just bullshits his way through it. He somehow has over a thousand followers.

He can hold his liquor.

Dean is really good at dancing.

Dean hates sour candy.

Dean used to gamble pool when Sam was a kid so he could afford to buy Sam new clothes and books since all Sam got was hand-me-downs all the time. Sam suspected it was Dean’s doing, but Dea always denied it.

Dean doesn’t mind herbal tea, but he prefers black coffee mostly for the aesthetic. 

Dean collects beer caps in a Mason jar in his room at the bunker.

Dean’s favorite color is black (like his soul).

Dean had an emo phase. It lasted only two months and in those two months Sam roasted the shit out of him.

Dean is a really good singer. He sings Sam back to sleep when he has nightmares. 

Castiel headcanons:

He’s really into John Wayne movies because of Dean. He unironically says “yeehaw”.

He and Sam bond over the belief that all dogs are good.

He has indeed confirmed that all dogs go to heaven and so do cats.

Castiel hates when people write his name as “Cass” because there is only one “s” dammit.

Cas touched Dean’s butt once on accident but now it’s on purpose.

Cas watched porn once. It was alright, he guesses.

He still doesn’t trust snakes on account of the whole Garden of Eden thing.

No cops at pride, just Castiel smiting douchebags.

Sometimes Cas visits Sam’s heaven and talks to Jessica, telling her that Sam will be up soon to see her. She has chocolate chip cookies prepared.

Yes, he and Dean are dating, before you ask.

Castiel can make some mean scrambled eggs. He doesn’t even get the eggshells in anymore.

Cas uses too many emojis while texting. This annoys Dean and amuses Sam.

Cas feeds stray animals when they show up at the bunker.

Castiel misses Charlie a lot. He visits her heaven when he can.

Cas has a pet goldfish in his room. His name is Daryl.

Speaking of which, yes, Cas has his own room even though angels don’t need to sleep. It was Dean’s idea. He wanted Cas to have his own space whenever he needed it. He also wanted Cas to know that he is a part of the family.

Castiel was given a camera from Dean for Christmas and now takes as many pictures as possible. Sam takes him into town to develop them.

Cas is asexual.

Castiel wishes PB&J’s didn’t taste like molecules to him now.

Cas is 100% responsible for finding a bunch of hidden rooms in the bunker. Sam and Cas now have four different forts hidden away from Dean. They go there to read.

[usgunn]

September 1, 2019

CLICK HERE for the September 1, 2019 playlist

1.    Furniture - “Transatlantic Cable” (1983)

I stumbled across this band for the first time this week.  Led by Jim Irvin, who went on to be a British music journalist and also has a co-write credit on a Lana Del Rey song?  Only one EP is on Spotify, but I was so smitten with it I had to lead off with something from it this week.  I’m getting a David Sylvian-vibe.

2.    The Late Bronze Age - “King Greed” (1980)

Spotify credits this song to Col. Bruce Hampton and the Late Bronze Age, but when this record, Outside Looking Out, first came out, they were just the Late Bronze Age.  No offense to my hippie pals out there, but due to his frequent visits to the Georgia Theater back when it was a jam-band haunt I always assumed I would never want to have anything to do with Col. Bruce.  But nobody told me he was in a jazzy new wave band in the early 80′s that sounded like what I always wished Pere Ubu sounded like.

3.    Tesco Bombers - “Break The Ice at Parties” (1982)

London band with but one release, the 7″ from which this song comes, on Y Records, which also put out killer music from Maximum Joy and Shriekback.  I only know this from a compilation,  Cease & Desist: DIY!, put together by JD Twitch of Optimo, the legendary Glaswegian DJ team.

4.    Social Climbers - “Palm Springs” (1981)

NYC-band (by way of Bloomington, IN) who made one self-titled record and disappeared as far as I know, later reissued through the combined power of Drag City and Yoga Records.  Now you know as much as I do.  A lot of the album is more vocal-driven, but this track felt right to kick off a run of instrumental tracks coming up.

5.    Fernando Falcão - “Ladeira dos Inocentes” (1981)

Back to Optimo - they also run a label, Optimo Music, which has picked up a sub-label, Selva Discos, that is putting out some fantastic and forgotten Brazilian music--and that label has just reissued two private-press Fernando Falcão albums.  I first heard Fernando Falcão on the great Outro Tempo compilation a couple of years ago of avant-garde Brazilian music from the 80′s (the Os Mulheres Negras track from a few weeks back came from that compilation).  I don’t know what you call this music.  I like it when you don’t know what to call it.

6.    Ennio Morricone - “Seguita” (1971)

I’m not gonna pretend to know much about Morricone beyond what everyone knows (Italian film composer, did several Sergio Leone movies).  But I always love hearing his music, and I’ve always really liked the Crime and Dissonance compilation (from which this song is taken) of some of his lesser-known work put together by Alan Bishop of Sun City Girls and released on Mike Patton of Faith No More’s Ipecac Records.  This menacing jazz tune is from the movie Gli Occhi Freddi Della Paura, if knowing that sort of thing is important to you.

7.    Sons of Kemet - “My Queen is Harriet Tubman” (2018)

One of several projects of Shabaka Hutchings, a British saxophonist and restless collaborator.  Seems to exist somewhere between jazz and afrobeat, with two drummers pounding out frenetic rhythms.  The album this comes from, Your Queen is a Reptile, was The Wire magazine’s #1 album of 2018.

8.    75 Dollar Bill - “Tetuzi Akiyama” (2019)

75 Dollar Bill started as a guitar and drums duo but have expanded to something much different, playing music that seems steeped in the traditions of some mythical country.  This song is like the blues on acid.

9.    5ive Style - “Pledge Drive” (1999)

5ive Style was a Chicago supergroup (if a supergroup can consist of people no-one has ever heard of): John Herndon (Tortoise, Poster Children) on drums, Leroy Bach (Chicago man-about-town, later in Wilco) on bass, Jeremy Jacobson (one-man-band The Lonesome Organist) on keys, and the inestimable Billy Dolan (later of Heroic Doses) on guitar.  Dolan is one of THE great unsung guitar players of the last, I don’t know, 40 years, and you get a taste of that here.

10.   Orange Juice - “Two Hearts Together (10″ Version)” (1982)

Whether you like this song will determine whether we can be friends.  Not really, but I will die on the Orange Juice hill.  Orange Juice was a Glasgow indie-pop band that most people only care about for their early singles and first-draft of their first album, when they were a scrappy, lo-fi band on Glasgow indie-lable Postcard Records.  But I prefer Orange Juice after they signed to Polydor and became an over-produced also-ran.  This Caribbean-inflected non-album single came between their first and second albums on Polydor, when the band had shed its original guitarist and drummer and added Malcolm Ross on guitar (from Edinburgh’s Josef K) and Zeke Manyika on drums, a Zimbabwe-born multi-talented musician who later recorded with The The and The Style Council, and who in my opinion was a catalyst for the best phase of Orange Juice’s career (but who otherwise seems to be a footnote in most people’s Orange Juice histories--to the extent other people have Orange Juice histories). 

11.    Archer Prewitt - “Gifts of Love” (2002)

Archer Prewitt is best known as the lead guitar player for The Sea and Cake, but made several solo albums of his own in the late 90′s/early 2000′s.  No one would ever accuse The Sea and Cake’s bossa-nova inflected, jazzy post-rock of being “hard,” but Archer’s albums really veered into 70′s soft rock territory, in the best way possible.  There’s a lot to like about this song, but the string-laden outro may be the best part, so good that I’m always disappointed when it fades out so soon.

12.    The Clientele - “Bookshop Casanova” (2007)

The Clientele are a long-time Merge Records band that’s never really caught fire like some others, likely due to their spurts of inactivity and seeming reluctance to tour the U.S. in any meaningful way.  Their catalog is deep at this point, full of poignant moments of beauty and deceptively complex arrangements that invite repeat listens.  This song, though, is probably the closest they ever got at translating what they do into something that might catch a casual listener’s ear at first blush.  

13.    Howard Ivans - “Red Face Boy” (2013)

Howard Ivans is the alter-ego of Ivan Howard, co-leader of another Merge Records band, The Rosebuds.  While The Rosebuds always rooted their genre-experiments in the world of indie-rock, the Howard Ivans persona allows Howard to go full R&B, with wonderful results.  This was one of the first singles put out by Matthew E. White’s Spacebomb Records, and they went all out, with horns arranged by White and strings arranged by Trey Pollard, all cut to tape in Richmond, VA.

14.   BADBADNOTGOOD & Ghostface Killah (ft. MF Doom) - “Ray Gun” (2015)

BADBADNOTGOOD is, as far as I can tell, a bunch of nerds from Canada who play really inventine funk, soul and jazz music, and they made a whole record, Sour Soul, backing Ghostface Killa from Wu-Tang Clan.  I haven’t dived in too deep yet, but really like this song featuring the legendary MF Doom.  Doom and Ghostface have been teasing a collaborative album for years under the name DOOMSTARKS, but so far, nothing.

15.    Baby Huey - “Hard Times” (1971)

Larger than life at 400 lbs. and dead at 26 due to heroin, Baby Huey was not around long enough to make much of a mark.  But he did manage to record one full-length, produced by Curtis Mayfield, from which this song comes (the song was also penned by Mayfield).  There’s an amazing, nearly 10-minute performance of “A Change is Going to Come” on there too, but there wasn’t room this week (I reserve the right to put 10-minute long songs on this playlist, though).

16.    Craig Finn - “Something to Hope For” (2019)

I was never much of a Hold Steady fan -- I appreciated them more than I liked them.  But I feel like frontman Craig Finn is really coming into his own on the solo side of things, and the album he put out this year, I Need a New War, has some great moments, including this earnest, soul-inflected tune.

[hexonxxon]

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15. would you rather have a whimpering leatherface inch his chainsaw up your thigh or have billy lenz call you at all hours of the day moaning obscenities?- considering i’m not particularly attracted to bubba, i’d have to say billy

16. would you rather have billy lenz or ghostface harrass you over the phone?- also billy! i’m not a huge scream fan (i liked the movie i’m just not as into it) and i think billy would be so much fun to banter with. then again, if i got a call from ghostface i’d get a chance to be the first nonbinary final boy…

26. make a list: lucky items.- robins’ eggshells, beloved vinyl records, old postcards, coins with the special designs on them, movie tickets, and pop can tabs