#happy friday blair

[britishtophatwithlondon]

HAPPY FRIDAY BLAIR EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

First day of summer vacation !!!!

[milesworld96]

I’m so fucking happy for them

[torchwood-99]

LOTR Cast and Horror Films Headcanons

Gandalf: Finds horror films boring, only because they’ve yet to make one that can scare him. His friends are on a never ending crusade to find a horror flick, whether it be gory, ghostly, psychological or just plain sick, that will scare him, but nothing leaves an impact. The closest any film got to succeeding was The Human Centipede, and even there he was just mildly grossed out by. He does like to watch art house, avant garde horror, preferably made in black and white, and watch them while getting high.

Aragorn: Loves a wilderness horror, or one set in extreme environments, like The Thing. He’s hard to scare, and will happily watch The Blair Witch Project the night before going on a two week camping trip. Is the one to keep reminding everyone else “it’s only fiction, it’s only fiction.”

Sam: No. Just doesn’t do them. Is the one with his eyes shut, asking “is it over yet?”. His friends mildly tease him for it, not because he’s afraid, but because he’s the first one through the door when someone’s in trouble, whatever the danger, but is too spooked to watch a scary film. Sam explains  will be brave when he has to be. He doesn’t choose to be brave for fun. 

Frodo: Doesn’t watch horrors all that much because he knows Sam doesn’t like them, and would rather watch something they can all enjoy. Has no particular objections to horrors in themselves, and can appreciate a well made horror, but has a dislike for Friday the 13th and Halloween, as he’s got a thing about cursed dates. 

Merry & Pippin: Talk a big game, have all the memorabilia, insist on watching the goriest, grizzliest, nastiest films going. Spend the entire time with their eyes shut, and have to sleep with the lights on afterwards. Spend a bloody fortune on snacks at the cinema.

Boromir: Insists on having Merry and Pippin sit on either side of him, so he can wrap his arms around them. Is the one who annoys everyone else by pointing out all the mistakes the heroes make. His favourite horror moment is the chainsaw hand in The Evil Dead. 

Legolas: Turns his nose up at “pop” horror. Insists that “elevated” horror films aren’t really horror, like, they’re “horror” but they’re not “horror horror”, and feels the need to justify his love for any horror film by talking about its sophisticated themes and motifs. Gets a lot of popcorn and cushions thrown at him. 

Gimli: Likes a good slasher, especially if there are axes involved, but any sort of tool turned weapon will do. Is an unashamed horror fan and is the first to knock Legolas off his “elevated” horror high horse. Makes his own horror prop replicas, and is big into cosplay. 

Faramir: Not the biggest fan of the films himself. They don’t scare him to the same extent they do Sam, but he doesn’t find them pleasant to watch. He’s into old black and white romances, biographical movies, adaptations of classic novels (though he will spend the entire time picking out the inaccuracies) and yes, the odd musical. However, he does have a soft spot for films with badass final girls. Will sit through all night slasher gore fests to make Eowyn happy.

Eowyn: Loves them. Loves them, loves them, loves them. Has always loved them and always will. Was the one to watch way too mature horrors behind Theoden’s back as a little girl. If Eomer had a sleepover she’d watch through a crack in his bedroom door, and if there was something showing at the cinema she’d get in by buying tickets to a kid’s film. Sometimes had to get into Theodred’s bed if a film gave her nightmares, but never admitted it was because she was scared. (Theodred knew, but he’d play along.)

As an adult, like Merry and Pippin, she talks a big game. Unlike Merry and Pippin, she lives up to it. The gorier, the better. She watches the final girls at the climax, drenched in blood and screaming, going at their tormentors with a kitchen knife, and thinks “God I wish that was me”. One anniversary, Faramir surprised her by coming to bed in the Jason mask and nothing else.

That said, the more psychological horrors, horrors in domestic settings or focussing on mental health and dysfunctional families (like Hereditary and Smile) really get to her, and she will only watch them with Faramir next to her, and has to watch something funny afterwards as a palate cleanser. 

Eomer: Can’t be arsed with “elevated” horror, calls it slow, pretentious bullshit. Thinks a horror is a copout if there isn’t an explosion of blood and guts in the first five minutes. Gets into constant arguments with Legolas over this, to the point they can go weeks refusing to be in the same room as each other. As a kid was stricter than Theoden about keeping Eowyn from watching scary films, was a bit out out when he found out that Eowyn had a stronger stomach for gore than he did.

Arwen: Isn’t fazed in the slightest. Can watch that scene in The Human Centipede without blinking, then get herself a bowl of chocolate pudding and ask if anyone else wants some. 

[ispyspookymansion]

Hello my horror movie obsessed aficionado. I want to watch some horror movies (I never really watched them before, they went from too scary to not scaring me at all :/) where do you recommend I start? I want to watch saw bc, yknow, you, but should I start with the first one?

ah!! well yes 100% watch the first saw its a masterpiece and definitely fundamental to the series and the genre as a whole. i do like most of the well known classics like theyre that way for a reason although i cant say that they scared me, check out famous first installments like scream, nightmare on elm street, halloween, childs play, and friday the 13th. im a big slasher guy but some staples for other genres would be like. the exorcist, alien, the thing, carrie, night of the living dead…ringu and the grudge as well! if youre looking for some i would personally say were scary, blair witch got me a little back when i first watched it. green room, found, noroi the curse, possum, martyrs, skinamarink, and the perfection kept me deeply on edge and/or freaked me out a little. its so hard to rec movies for just any horror at all ever! because i love soooo much horror….id be happy to dial in on more recs if youre looking for a specific tone or genre!

[gabbytheplatypus]

Hangster Halloween fic, you decide what I write :D

[superblysubpar]

📼Remember to vote at the bottom // Details for the Trope or Treat Madness Event found here

📼 We're doing things a little different with this one! I highly recommend reading the little insights into each character's story beforehand here, as the intro belows is told from a narration while they all start the evening together. After this, you'll be voting on which couple we follow for the remainder of the night and it would follow the typical "you" pov with the boy who wins - but the stories are very much intertwined. There are things that happen before and after that would be revealed in future scenes if they make it to the next round and/or in the final one shot if declared the winner - the story told in slightly different perspectives as well.

📼 warnings: You're given names for this one, sorry to do it. Blair for Steve's lady, Vanessa for Eddie's (but used as sparingly as possible) | a sprinkling of toxic relationships, hints to infidelity, yelling, death, blood and gore descriptions as well as use and mentions of weapons like knives and guns will be present throughout the entire story after this| mentions of drugs and alcohol and their use and effects | the little intro image below is playing off of the one from Fargo, and I don't own it

On the evening of Friday, October 27th, 2023, a group of people, let’s call them old friends, are brought back together through the twists of fate and their own stupidity. 

Four couples, and none knowing what the others have gotten themselves into after all of these years apart. None knowing what was about to transpire, and how, as a direct result of their actions, beloved friends are going to die. 

Our scene opens with Robin Buckley, a gold strappy heel reveals itself first, stepping onto the cold, gray sidewalk. A pale leg on display from the high slit of the dark emerald and silky dress wrapped around her figure. Black polished fingers take the hand offered to her by her date - let’s call her Gabriella. Robin’s freckled face and bright blue eyes shine in the lights of the marquee up at her. Gold chandelier earrings, a modest lip color, and a dramatic eye - perhaps it was a little too much for a simple show at the Orpheum. A fancier look than most, but dammit, Miss Buckley needed this. 

You see, Robin is a middle school music teacher. She spends her days pointing at a kid who thinks he’s slick putting gum on the back of his sheet music stand. Calling him out and making him wear the Dingus top hat for the rest of class, marking a talley in the you suck column on the whiteboard and the rest of the class groaning - one step further away from their pizza party. Her eye frequently twitches, for when she asks the student’s what she just said, one quite literally plays the sound of crickets on their smartphone. Yet she loves her job - her students are wonderful, most are respectful, and many are in band because they truly enjoy it. 

However, twelve to fourteen year olds these days have no trouble learning the latest tiktok dance in less than five minutes but cannot nail the transition to the chorus of a song they’re learning. She’s guidance counselor when the tweens come in crying, she’s a dentist when she yells at one to get the scissors out of his mouth and cries that he absolutely cannot fix his braces in her classroom. She is benefactor for supplies, she’s an extra custodian, she is superwoman. 

She is, simply put, not paid enough. 

Which exactly why she got her side gig, and is wrapped up in the mess of tonight. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. 

Robin and Gabby enter the Orpheum, plush red carpet beneath heels as they make their way up grand staircases towards a bar. They don’t know that they’re about to cross paths with old friends for the first time tonight - that it’s not just a happy coincidence. 

For our second couple of the night sits at the bar with their drinks in hand already - Nancy and Jonathan Byers. 

These two, oh these two. They’re quite a pair. 

Nancy Wheeler Byers is in a simple but elegant black cocktail dress. It hugs her hips she works hard for, her shoes and jewelry silver, her clutch a shimmering little thing to match. Her make-up pops, hues and shades that were matched professionally, and her brown curls are pinned up in an old Hollywood style. 

Jonathan is wearing a suit. 

Nancy raises her extra dry martini to her lips and Jonathan’s thumbs slip down the side of the tumbler holding an old fashioned, he stares at it in disgust. He hates cocktails and would much rather hold a beer.

But that’s not how Nancy does things. 

To any other person walking by, to Robin and Gabriella making eye contact with Miss Byers, these two look picture perfect. They are divine, they are a couple straight out of a catalog. Their love is the stuff of myths. 

Literally. 

Behind the smile pushing up Nancy’s cheeks, behind the black and white candid photography on Jonathan’s carefully curated Instagram, there’s pain and mess and so much we have to uncover. 

Robin rushes up to her, an arm around her shoulders, “Oh my god! How long has it been?”

“Too long,” Nancy squeezes her fingers, setting her martini on the black tabletop and motioning for two more to the bartender. 

Robin’s eyes bounce between the two old friends, a genuine smile on her face as she gushes, “God, I mean what are the odds? How are you both? What have you been up to?”

Nancy and Jonathan’s eyes dart to the other, tight smiles before responding in unison, “Nothing much!”

Nothing much meaning they’ve dug themselves into holes they can’t get out of, and perhaps they don’t want to. Because she can’t let something go and he can’t say no to her. When Nancy Wheeler Byers finds a loose thread, she has to pull until the whole thing is unraveled. She has to commit, she has to be the best, and her passion and obsession for answers always leads her to forget about others and how her actions have consequences. And it is for this reason, that many believe that what is about to occur tonight is entirely her fault. 

But, we'll see about that. 

Because, while these old friends start catching up, Gabriella’s smile falls as her gaze makes contact with a pair of hazel ones in the mirror above the bar. He ducks his head, his hand with a thick family ring on his middle finger grabs the elbow of a woman in red, whispering in her ear. His caramel and honey hair styled, pushed back but stray strands will soon fall over his forehead. His black suit is tailored, a bowtie that’s far too expensive, and his shoes shine. The lady in red, we’ll call this one Blair, has accessories and make-up that are equally as professionally done and sophisticated as Nancy’s but far more expensive. The woman attached to the wrist his fingers now curl around turns her head, smiling directly at Gabriella and waving. They begin to head over to the group and Gabriella panics, squeezing Robin’s fingers and beelining towards the line snaking out of the ladies room. 

Gabriella’s lack of subtlety is not lost on either half of our third couple. Steve Harrington watches it happen, his throat bobbing and his fingers flexing at his side. Mrs. Harrington finally has the confirmation she needs that her husband is fucking his secretary. But is that what’s happening? Only time will tell, we suppose. That is afterall, how a story works. 

Nancy sees the Harrington’s first after Gabriella’s abrupt departure and she smiles. Kisses to each apple of each of their cheeks and a firm handshake from Jonathan. 

“Steve?” 

Steve Harrington turns, and Robin Buckley beams. 

“Ro-Robin! Oh my god!” He engulfs her in a hug and she laughs, the two old friends holding each other tightly. Mrs. Harrington looks at the pair then back at Nancy and Jonathan, confused, and even more so when Nancy gulps down her third martini and Jonathan’s hand shakes before grabbing the detested old fashioned. 

Blair has never seen Steve so genuine, not since their early years, not since before their engagement. It’s like the weight of his life is lifted from his shoulders from this honey-haired goddess and suddenly she’s not so sure it’s the secretary he’s fucking. 

Steve’s hands land on her shoulders, hers on his forearms as he shakes his head, eyes wide, “Wh-what? What are you doing here?”

Robin laughs, gesturing over her shoulder, “My girlfriend got tickets.”

Steve’s eyes dart up, Gabriella’s head ducks down quickly because as we’ve established, subtle and her don’t mesh. Steve inhales sharply, “She, oh, uh…wait, what?”

Yeah definitely fucking the secretary. The secretary who’s dating his old friend. The friend whom Mrs. Harrington has never heard of before tonight. 

Before Blair Harrington can begin to question more, before Nancy Wheeler can start to confirm and piece her puzzle together, another familiar voice breaks the group's focus, and our fourth and final couple is introduced. 

“What the fuck?”

The group turns at the question, finding Edward Munson in a suit and a beautiful woman holding his hand. She wears a navy dress, this one is Vanessa. She glances at the three gorgeous women staring at her husband. Her brain begins to calculate just how much their earrings cost, let alone the rest of their ensembles, and she folds in on herself, trying to pull and hide behind Eddie.

He squeezes her fingers as Robin steps forward. “Eddie? Oh my god, seriously is someone playing some like prank tonight? Did the kids do this? How are we all here?”

A great question indeed, Robin. 

What are you all doing here? 

Before this question can be answered, the soft lighting overhead flickers twice and a chime rings out, signaling it’s time to take their seats.  

Blair Harrington starts to head towards their box, Vanessa Munson glances down at the paper ticket in her hand and tries to figure out which direction to go, Gabriella (we never did give her a last name did we?) is nowhere to be seen. 

Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler Byers, Jonathan Byers, and Robin Buckley all stand in a circle, speaking at once.

“Well, we should-”

“Where are you stay-”

“I miss you guy-”

But it’s Nancy’s voice that rings out the clearest.

“Right back here. Intermission. Please.”

With nods, fingers slipping into wives who tug on them, and smiles - some tight lipped and some genuine - the party dissolves and the orchestra makes its first harmonizing note. 

The show is starting. 

Please vote for who will be moving on and revealing more of their story.

Remember: whoever wins this week, faces the winner of Creatures of the Night - which will have more revealed on Thursday, Oct 12th

Choose wisely!

[letskittythis]

Special Double Feature

As the saying goes: "Whatever baby wants, baby gets." Blair wanted to look their best for prom, and whoop, it's friday! So...

You ready for prom? And Happy Femboy Friday! And since it is Catboy theme... Enjoy Blair's kitten form as a special treat!

I loved the Femboy Friday idea, and it is VERY clear Blair loved it, too. Wolf, in the other hand, took it as a personal slap to the face, since it exposes his most sensitive weakness... Can we blame him?

Thank you so much for the idea, @gloomiegalaxie!

A HUGE thank you to all the CC creators which allowed this gorgeous kitten to come forth looking like a bajillion simoleons:

Blair's hair, dress and shoes are all by @yin-shimo! Piercings and necklace are by @pralinesims! Earrings are by @suzuesims! Bracelets are by @smsims-evekleos and by P_peng! Makeup by PralineSims, @evilquinzel and @kijiko-sims!

[persephonyed]

hiiiii cuties and happy friday! woohoo !! ♡

okay, it's that time again where i caught up on all of my drafts, and i'm finally allowing myself to get some new threads going. below the cut are muses that i really, really want to write with lately ( as well as a couple test muses ) + little descriptions of each of them. give this post a like if you're interested in writing / plotting / etc. with any of them and i'll come to you! you can even just treat this as a like for a starter even if u wanna. i'm really excited to write some new things and potentially find some new people to write with. ☺️

*** if u like the post, when i message u, i can and will ramble on and on about character descriptions and what everyone is like. i just didn't want to put it here because the post is already so long!

arden henderson — olivia cooke fc. late 20s, bisexual, forensic criminologist.

blair bennett — katie douglas fc. early 20s, bisexual, university student.

camille st. clair — jessica alexander fc. early 20s, bisexual, aspiring actress.

cora devlin — daisy edgar jones fc. mid 20s, bisexual, hair stylist.

darby davies — hailee steinfeld fc. mid 20s, lesbian, film & tv actress.

erin nichols — jessica chastain fc. mid 40s, bisexual, housewife.

eve lawson — willa fitzgerald fc. early 30s, bisexual, historian.

jillian "jill" walsh — alva bratt fc. mid 20s, bisexual, freelance photographer.

laia aguilar — fiona palomo fc. early 20s, bisexual, university student.

malia dixon — greta onieogou fc. early 30s, bisexual, indie film director.

margot jensen — sydney sweeney fc. mid 20s, bisexual, diner waitress and cult escapee / survivor.

maude morgan — ella purnell fc. mid 20s, bisexual, unemployed rich girl and secret drug dealer.

nora giuliani — victoria pedretti fc. late 20s, lesbian, true crime journalist and podcaster.

preston fox — rudy pankow fc. mid 20s, bisexual, university student, fraternity president, and lead singer / guitarist of his band.

palmer mckenzie — erana james fc. mid 20s, lesbian, professional athlete.

piper novak — samara weaving fc. early 30s, pansexual, coffee shop owner.

ramona "romy" park — adeline rudolph fc. late 20s, bisexual, professional concert photographer.

ruby brodsky — gideon adlon fc. late 20s, bisexual, arts grad student.

siena norwood — florence pugh fc. late 20s but is really centuries old, bisexual, vampire.

( the ones below this are all test muses ! )

bellamy caldeira — alba baptista fc. mid 20s, bisexual, will take any job that pays the bills.

katia garcia — camila mendes fc. late 20s, bisexual, competitive cheerleading coach.

penelope "penny" sosa — camila morrone fc. mid 20s, bisexual, team usa professional soccer player and secret onlyfans / cam girl.

valeria "val" quintero — rachel zegler fc. early 20s, bisexual, musical theatre university student.

[onestormeynight]

The Beginning

"Happy Winterfest," Rosie said eating breakfast. "You headed to your parents today?"

"Yeah, Dad is harping on me about not visiting them enough," Billie yawned. "Don't know what he's freaking out about, I barely moved out. Did he think I'd just be over there all the time?" She paused and frowned. "Actually, you and your mom are usually glued at the hip. How's the separation been?"

"Oh, it's fine, it's not like she's very far away from us," Rosie said. "I miss her, though. I'm really looking forward to seeing her today. And Blair, but mostly Mom."

"No judgement here, sis. I have no idea what a step parent situation works. From where I'm sitting, you have both a terrible one and a great one. Just depends on the zip code."

Rosie rolled her eyes. "I hope Lily isn't there. I just want a mellow Winterfest."

Penny was ecstatic to see her daughter. She held onto her longer than Rosie may have wanted, but Rosie endured it. It was nice to have a Mom hug again, anyways.

"Don't do you go that long without seeing me again, kid," Penny said. "I miss you."

"I miss you, too, Mom. I miss your cooking, for sure. Billie is trash at it and I'm not much better."

Penny laughed. "Yeah, B said you tried but failed to make food."

"You spoiled her, don't blame me."

"I should have taught you to cook more before you left. Come over and I'll teach you."

"Promise. I'll come over on Friday nights, how does that sound?"

"You'd better. So, how's boyfriend?"

"Robin is fine, you know his name."

"Nah, boyfriend is fine."

"Penelope Harper you tease too much," Blair said coming in from outside. "Leave her alone or she'll never tell you anything."

Penny held up her hands in surrender and kissed her wife's cheek. Rosie hugged her step mother, thanking her for coming to her rescue.

"You see, this is why I can't bring Billie over here," Rosie said. "The two of you teaming up would humiliate me for life. I could never leave the house again. Not without a paperbag."

Penny looked at the clock. "Well, I'm out of time to tease, anyways. Your room is still there, go ahead and change. We'll be down shortly."

Rosie was stunned when she came back downstairs. Penny and Blair were in coordinated outfits. Penny didn't even do that with Rosie when she was a baby. She raised an eyebrow to her mom.

"Don't start," Penny said. "Blair wanted to."

"Aren't we cute?!" Blair said. "I promised it would just be this one time. Winterfest is a great time to be a little extra."

Rosie smiled and made a mental note to tell Robin coordinated outfits were completely off the table.

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[britishtophatwithlondon]

Happy Monday Mandy, Happy Wednesday Brown, Happy Friday Blair and Alistair Campbell!!!!

What Alistair Campbell's day in the week?

@right-stopthat-its-silly @cindydacatpink @misspeppermint2003

[apinchofm]

Fic Rec Friday

✨happy march ✨

The Becoming of Charlotte Bridgerton by @triviareads

triv is one of my favourite writers and i absolutely love the series about charlotte bridgerton (kate and anthony’s eldest daughter) who is just so ambitious, intelligent and interesting! next gen, historical romance

Never In My Wildest Dreams by ElleannaQ (@little-engineer-who-cant)

a closed off edwina and a grumpy, pipe smoking marquess?? already such an interesting first chapter! can’t wait for the rest! M, edwina sharma x oc

teaching a lesson by mirixmoya

one of my favourite married couples - with a hint of jealousy! also this author is one of my favourites, check out her work! george x bertha, m, fluff+ jealousy

come over here and profound for me by @dollypopup

the bestie has been vindicated so check out their fics!!

we got everything we need right here (and everything we need is enough) by @strideofpride

low-key was in my dair era again and this one night at a wedding was so good!! dan x blair, accidents happen, m

pandora’s jar by pjoseries (divineauthor) (@merlinemrys)

poseidon and sally are my roman empire and this is such such a lovely, angsty exploration of their relationship (poseidon is basically sitting by the phone) posally, t, tragic romance

home is where the heart is by askthearcher (@lucindabridgerton)

my bestie has written for one of my new fave hr couples, cam and amelia in kleypas’s wallflower series. just pure fluff and comfort. g, hugs and comfort

[v3mp3lla]

horror movies that i recommend

Scream movies 1996-2023

old and new IT movies 1986-2019

us 2019

halloween movies 1978-2022

childs play movies/show 1988-2019

texas chainsaw massacre 1974-2022

ginger snaps 2001

silent hill movies 2006-2012

alien 1979-2017

friday the 13th 1980-1984

carrie 1976

X 2022

psycho 1960

the shining 1980

black christmas 1974

midsommar 2019

house of wax 2005

nigthmare on elm street 1984

jennifers body 2009

american pyscho 2000

evil dead rise 2023

bram stokers dracula 1992

terrifier 2016-2022

insidious 2011-2023

pearl 2022

hereditary 2018

sinister 2012-2015

the black phone 2022

grimcutty 2022

barbarian 2022

nope 2022

the autopsy of jane doe 2016

the babadook 2014

all hallows eve 2013

la llorona 2019

dawn of the dead 2004

jigsaw 2004-2022

evil dead 2013

the devil rejects 2005

hellraiser 2022

house of 1000 corpse 2003

renfield 2023

prey 2022

trian to busan 2016

escape room 2019-2021

28 days later 2007

resident evil 1996-2017

resident evil raccon city 2021

the purge 2013-2021

get out 2017

the blair witch project 1999

orphan 2009-2021

a quiet place 2018 2021

happy death day 2017-2019

the lost boys 1987

queen of the damned 2002

dark shadows 2012

30 days of night 2007

ready or not 2019

trick r treat 2007

spree 2020

scary movie 2000-2006

the love witch 2016

the witches 2020

children of the corn 1977

the blackening 2023

truth or dare 2018

candyman 2021

the skeleton key 2005

jeepers creepers 2001-2022

frankenstein 1818-1935

day shift 2022

the conjuring 2013-2021

annabelle 2014-2019

winchester 2018

the boy 2016-2020

sleepy hallow 1999

the nun 2018

[orion-nottson]

Orion's Horror Movie Extravaganza!👻🐈‍⬛

🦇In honor of it being October, I have decided to put together a list of 31 classic horror movies to watch this spooky season! They range in fright-factor, time period, and even toy around a little with genre, but they're all favorites of mine.🦇

🎃Check out the ones you haven't seen before, check out the ones you have, and have a Happy Halloween!🎃

A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984)

The Thing (1982)

Paranormal Activity (2009)

The Conjuring (2013)

Alien (1979)

NOPE (2022)

Scream (1996)

Friday the 13th (1980)

The Blob (1988)

Hereditary (2018)

Insidious (2010)

As Above So Below (2014)

Halloween (1978)

Evil Dead 2 (1987)

The House of the Devil (2009)

V/H/S (2012)

The Witch (2015)

Talk to Me (2023)

Child's Play (1988)

Wishmaster (1997)

Jeepers Creepers (2001)

Longlegs (2024)

Hell House LLC (2015)

Late Night With the Devil (2024)

Barbarian (2022)

Host (2020)

The Exorcist (1973)

Candyman (1992)

Hellraiser (1987)

The Blair Witch Project (1999)

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974)

And as Wes Craven once said, "Horror films don't create fear. They release it."

👻🎃🦇

[saberghatz]

1-70

OH MY GODODOD CRACKING MY KNUCKLES

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? YES PRETTY GOOD!!

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? My friends :')

03: Do you regret anything? Like a billion things that I won't get into here >:)

04: Are you insecure? Only on Fridays

05: What is your relationship status? SINGLE YEAAA BOIEEIEEEE

06: How do you want to die? In my sleep would be the most ideal tbh I'm down for that

07: What did you last eat? Ritz crackers and peanut butter;;.....

08: Played any sports? IN MY LIFE? YEA!! RECENTLY? UHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh

I hate playing on teams so I usually just fuck about on my own or with friends, you'll never catch me joining like actual sports teams again

09: Do you bite your nails? Surprisingly no o-o

10: When was your last physical fight? Too long ago. I'm really itching. SOMEONE PLEASE SPAR WITH ME

11: Do you like someone? I WISH I DID. FUCK.

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? HEEELL NAW I'M LIKE A GRANDMA WHEN IT COMES TO GOING TO BED EARLY (against my will, i am simply a tired bitch)

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? Everyone except the people I don't hate

14: Do you miss someone? Deeply :D

15: Have any pets? I don't have any personally, but my mom has two kitties named Nikki and Tessie. When I go visit her, I get to see them too. She had them since before I moved away, so I still consider them kind of my cats :')

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? Lonely enough to do this, but also happy enough to do this

17: Ever made out in the bathroom? I thought this said 'have you ever made it out of the bathroom' and I'm like honestly no my ibs could never

On that note, no but call me

18: Are you scared of spiders? No :(

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? I'd go back to a time before I was born, definitely the 70s or 80s just to experience it for awhile.

But if I was limited to only going back in time during the years I was alive, no I would never go back. I feel like I've learned a lot over the years and I don't want to lose that progress

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? Probably the airport

21: What are your plans for this weekend? MY ROOMMATE BLAIR HAS A CHOW CHOW PUPPY AND WE'RE TAKING HER TO A DOGGIE SOCIAL ON SATURDAY. Also maybe going to an art show/mall on Sunday.

22: Do you want to have kids? How many? Zero, have you seen the state of the world??

23: Do you have piercings? How many? I have ear piercings, but I think they closed up :// I REGRET LETTING THEM CLOSE

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? Like in school? That's a lifetime ago oh god Science

25: Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes almost everybody I've ever known, whether it ended on good or bad terms. I am simply a sentimental soul with a horrible memory

26: What are you craving right now? Making out with a stranger that I know

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? @_@;;;.... yea

28: Have you ever been cheated on? No

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? PROBABLY, I'M SORRY IF SO

30: What’s irritating you right now? Social media is grating on my fucking nerves, so much so that I'm weening off insta and twitter and I've ended up back here. Right here.

31: Does somebody love you? If so lemme know

32: What is your favourite color? Pink, white, gold

33: Do you have trust issues? Fortunately not

34: Who/what was your last dream about? I think I dreamed I was Percy Jackson and I was befriending some monsters instead of killing them.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? My roommate like literally yesterday :D

36: Do you give out second chances too easily? I'd give anyone a second chance, but I don't think I'd give a third chance.

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? I forgive because I don't hold grudges and then my memory is so rotten that I forget why I was mad in the first place

38: Is this year the best year of your life? ITS BARELY 2024 SO I CAN'T ANSWER YET

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 16 I think. Shout out to Solangelo

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? No but this made me realize I never have, and now I want to

51: Favourite food? I can't think of anything, so like I do at restaurant menus I'll default to chicken strips :)

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Yes 100%

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? shower, work on writing my fics, jerk off, draw, you decide what order

54: Is cheating ever okay? Never, unless your partner knows but then its not chEATING IS IT

55: Are you mean? Honestly maybe

56: How many people have you fist fought? Not enough (none. please. please spar with me I need to train)

57: Do you believe in true love? I believe some people believe in it and can find that for themselves. I hope I become one of them

58: Favourite weather? If I can't wear a bikini, I'm sad. But crisp Autumn mornings also hit like no other..

59: Do you like the snow? I love visiting the snow, I wouldn't want to live in the snow

60: Do you wanna get married? I haven't really thought about it lately. So currently, I guess not xD

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? Hell yea, but turn up the heat

62: What makes you happy? @hyenahijinks @yuuidflourite @comets-nix and drawing

63: Would you change your name? Some people call me Grace which I like a lot, it's my middle name tho

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? I'd totally do it, but I'd probably get that fist fight I've been begging for instead

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Been there done that, we over it and stronger than ever >:)

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? @hyenahijinks ILY bitch

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? @hyenahijinks

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? LOL MY MOM TODAY ACTUALLY

69: Do you believe in soulmates? ARE TRUE LOVE AND SOULMATES NOT THE SAME THING

70: Is there anyone you would die for? My friends and parents 100% but I'm also not like super attached to breathing to begin with so the decision would be very easy

THATS A HELL OF A WAY TO END AN ASK MEME THANK YOU FOR ASKING THESE HUMPHREY

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#5, #10, #12 and #17 for the cozy prompt, pretty please :3 with Finan and OC of your choice! thank you 🥰😘

Happy Finan Friday! Enjoy!

5 Doing a Jigsaw puzzle

Finan held Ripley in his arms as she sat between his legs. His arms were reaching around her as she leaned back in his chest sipping her wine as he made the jigsaw puzzle.

“I can't believe we are actually doing this,” she muttered as she sipped her wine before placing it back on the coffee table.

Finan shrugged. “Why not? It's not like there is anything else for us to do.”

He looked at Ripley when she turned and looked at him. She poked him in the chest. “You are just saying that because Uhtred commented on how you can never sit in the quiet. That you always have to be on the move.”

He sighed. “All right, so it got to me,” he muttered. He looked at Ripley's moss green eyes. “I just wish to sit in the quiet with ya for a bit. I miss being around ya, Annie.”

He saw her blush and knew that she wouldn't push him anymore. He knew that she wanted to spend time with him as well. He had been gone off taking pictures of war zones and he just needed the quiet with his best friend for a bit.

“Okay,” she answered. She turned and looked at the puzzle. “But for the love of God, Fin, you know you need to find the corners first,” she added.

Finan snorted. “No, ya do the middle and work ya way out.”

Ripley eyed him. “Wow,” she said as she turned to the puzzle and began moving the pieces around to find the corners, “Ireland's education system leaves a lot to be desired.”

He pinched her side and she laughed. He moved his arms around her putting the pieces together. She found the corners and began putting together the sides.

They fell silent as they worked. Finan would never admit out loud how much he loved the feeling of having Ripley so close to him. He had been away from her for close to a year. He hadn't been able to talk to her much over that time and had mailed her some letters but it was not the same.

There was nothing compared to having her close to him, her back pressed against his chest. He would lean in and he could smell her shampoo and her body wash. He rested his chin on her shoulder and rested his arms around her waist as she began connecting the smaller parts he had put together with the sides she had done. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax.

He hadn't truly relaxed or let himself breathe. In the war zone, he could never sleep soundly, waking every couple of hours worrying he heard gunshots and screams. And then there were the nightmares. They echoed in his mind and always got worse when he was in the middle of a war zone taking pictures.

With Ripley was the only time they were quiet and left him alone.

There in her living room, with her in his arms, he healed from his experience. He was able to push it away into the dark parts of his mind and not think of it again. She was his lighthouse. She was the one who always guided him home.

He ached to tell her all that but he feared losing her.

So, he stayed silent.

“There,” she said softly. “Finished.”

Finan opened his eyes and looked at the puzzle. It was one he had picked up because he had thought of Ripley as he looked at. It was a painting, The Accolade by Edmund Blair Leighton. It was one of Ripley's favourite paintings. She had a replica hanging in that very room, above the television.

“I like it because it reminds me of history. Ladies and knights, courtly love. Things my father taught me a bit about,” she had told him when he had helped her hang it.

“Ya were right,” he whispered to her. “I should have did the corners first.”

She laughed. She leaned back into him and he held her. “I missed having you here,” she answered.

He kissed her temple. “I missed being here.”

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her close. She didn't pull away or push him away. He glanced at her and saw that she had closed her eyes, relaxing into him. He leaned back against the couch and let himself relax as well.

He promised himself not to leave her for that long ever again.

10 Listening to Podcasts

Aisling walked into the loft and slammed the door. She leaned against it and closed her eyes. She took slow, deep breaths. Her students that day had definitely tried her patience more than ever before. She opened her eyes when she heard Finan in the kitchen.

“Okay, listen,” he said speaking to their large orange tabby cat, Duke, “Mom is going to be home soon. Can ya please not cry bloody murder at her like I haven't fed ya? Cause we both know that I have fed ya. I fed ya twice.”

She smiled. She pulled off her toque and pulled off her messenger bag. She dropped it on the floor smiling as she heard Duke immediately meow the moment he had heard it and Finan curse.

“We talked about this,” Finan groaned.

Aisling placed her toque on the shelf by the door and reached down to pull off her boots. She dropped those on the rack and smiled as Duke walked towards her, his tail up in the air meowing the whole way. She pulled off her jacket and hung it beside Finan's on the hook.

“Hi baby boy,” she said as she picked Duke up and held him in her arms as a baby. She kissed his little head. “How was your day?” she asked.

“He got fed twice and still refused to listen to me,” Finan answered as he walked out of the kitchen with a glass of wine for her.

Aisling smiled as Finan stepped closer to her. She accepted the kiss he pressed to her lips as she took the glass of wine. She pulled away and walked over to the couch.

“You know Duke is a Momma's Boy,” she answered smirking.

Finan snorted. “Of course he is,” he eyed her. “Bad day?”

She sat on the couch and let go of Duke, smiling when he climbed up and laid down on her chest and stomach. She nodded.

“Yes. Too many students bought into the Ricardian propaganda,” she said. She sighed and closed her eyes. “One even suggested, with a straight face, that maybe Perkin and Lambert were actually Edward and Richard.”

Finan snorted. “Are they still alive?” he asked.

She looked at him. “Sadly, yes,” she muttered as she sipped her wine.

He laughed. “I'm going to go and make dinner and-.”

“Babe,” she said softly. “Can we order in?” she asked as she looked at him.

His brown eyes looked at her. He smiled. “Order in and listen to your favourite true crime podcast?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yeah, I'd like that.”

Finan nodded. “I'll go order us some Chinese right now.”

Aisling smiled. “I love you.”

He smiled back. “I love ya as well.”

She patted Duke, scratching his chin and cheeks as she heard Finan walk back into the kitchen and order the food. She sipped her wine and listened to Duke's purring. It soothed her and she began to relax. She looked up when Finan walked into the living room again, carrying the bottle of wine and another glass. He set both on the coffee table before walking over and dimming the lights. She watched as he walked over to the bookshelves and grabbed the wireless speaker that was there. He set that on the corner of the coffee table as well.

“Ya want to go change into your pjs?” he asked her.

She smiled. “You are perfect,” she whispered as he walked over and leaned over her.

He smirked. “Oh aye, I know,” he answered as he winked.

She laughed and Duke jumped down off her chest. Finan leaned in and kissed her lips. She kissed him back. She sighed when he took her wine glass.

“Have a nice hot shower as well,” he answered softly. “The food should be here when ya are done.”

She smiled against his lips. “That sounds perfect.”

He took her wineglass and she let him. He pulled away and set it on the coffee table and she got up. She hugged him and he hugged her close as well. She felt him kiss her temple and he slapped her ass playfully.

“Go,” he said.

She pulled away and nodded. She left Finan in the living room as she walked down the short hall, ready to wash the day off of her.

Close to an hour and a half later, she walked back down the short hall, wearing one of Finan's old t-shirts her damp hair curling around her shoulders. She smiled as she found Finan setting out the take out containers while eyeing Duke, who was sniffing around the coffee table.

“Ya are not getting any,” he told Duke. Duke meowed at him. “I don't think so. I did not order any shrimp.”

“Jokes on you,” Aisling said. “You know that Julia adores him and would have given a container with shrimp and chicken for him anyway,” she added speaking of the daughter of the Chinese restaurant owners. Duke was fond of going for walks and since the Chinese restaurant was only a street over, they had walked him over there often. Since meeting him, Julia, whenever she was working and they ordered, made sure Duke got his own little container with shrimp and chicken in it for him. Sometimes even pork belly.

She sat beside Finan on the couch. She watched as he tapped a contained with his finger. She looked at it and laughed. Written on the side was 'Duke' with a little heart beside it.

“I swear, that cat gets more love than I do,” Finan muttered.

Aisling leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I love you,” she whispered.

He huffed but said nothing.

She took the container and got up. She walked towards the kitchen. Duke followed her, his little feet thumping softly on the old wood floors. She took his dish and grabbed a fork. She put about half of the container in the dish. She smiled when she saw shrimp and pork belly, all cooked without seasonings.

“Here you go, baby,” she said as she set his dish down. “You can have the rest tomorrow night.”

“She gave him enough for two meals?” Finan called.

Aisling didn't say anything. She closed the container and put it in the fridge right away. She walked back to the living room and sat down beside Finan again. She saw that he had her phone, the podcast ready to go. He looked at her as he handed her chop sticks. She nodded and he pressed play. She smiled as the soothing voice filled the room.

And so they ate dinner listening to the Aussie voice talk about an Australia murder that Aisling hardly knew anything about. Truthfully, she didn't care much about it. It was the voice, the accent that she liked. His soothing Aussie accent helped her relax.

She finished eating and sat back into the couch as Finan picked up the left over and some empty containers. She refilled her glass of wine, noticing the bottle was almost empty. She sipped her wine and closed her eyes.

Several moments later, she heard another bottle being placed on the coffee table. She opened her eyes and smiled as Finan sat beside her and pulled her into his arms. She snuggled close to him. He took her wine glass and had a sip. She smiled as he sighed and placed the glass on the coffee table. He kissed her head.

“How are ya feeling now?” he asked softly.

She snuggled closer to him. “Happy and relaxed,” she answered. She pressed her hand on his chest. “Kinda wishing you had an Australian accent though.”

Finan pinched her and she laughed. She reached out for her wine glass and sipped some more. She heard Duke walk back into the room. A moment later, he had jumped on the couch and was laying across Finan and her legs. She placed the wine glass on the coffee table again and looked at Finan. He smiled and stroked her cheek.

“Just a cozy night with ya two favourite boys was all ya needed,” he answered.

She smirked. “Duke and Ryan, podcast guy?” she asked.

He growled and pinched her ass cheek. “Not funny.”

She leaned in and placed a soft peck against his lips to soften the blow. He held her close and she snuggled down, her face pressed into his neck.

Yes, all she needed was a cozy night with her favourite boys to recharge.

12 Going Ice Skating

“I cannot believe ya talking me into this,” Finan muttered as he sat on the bench.

“Oh hush,” Carwyn said from her place kneeling on the ground in front of him. She was tying his skates. “You will do fine,” she told him.

“Have ya ever seen an Irishman on ice?” he demanded. “No, ya haven't. There is a reason we don't skate.”

“Too busy river dancing?” she asked glancing up at him.

He scoffed and met her hazel eyes. He saw the laughter in them. He found himself smiling. “Aye, too busy river dancing.”

She finished tying his skates and stood. He looked at the skates on her feet. She held out her hands. “Come on, Finan,” she said smiling. “I've got you.”

He sighed but he stood, holding her hands tightly in his. She smiled and took a step back. He took a step forward. And another. He found that it wasn't that hard to walk. He looked up and saw the ice rink come up behind Carwyn. She stopped at the side, at the door and stood beside him. She held his hand tightly.

“You can do this,” she told him as she turned and looked at him. “I mean, you are a big bad Irishman.”

He snorted. “Who had the stupid idea to come to Canada to have a real white Christmas,” he said.

Carwyn laughed and she leaned in and kissed him on the corner of the mouth. “I'll make a Canadian out of you yet,” she said.

Finan doubted that was possible but didn't say anything. Instead, he held Carwyn's hand and arm and stepped onto the ice after she had. He was grateful when she reached out with her other hand and grabbed his as he slipped. She skated close to him and smiled at him.

“There is nothing to this,” she said softly.

He raised an eyebrow. “This is a lot to this,” he said as he moved both of feet at once. She pressed a hand to his chest. “A lot going on that if I don't do right, I end up on my ass.”

Carwyn laughed and, to prove she was a show off, skated backwards as she tugged him along. “I fell a lot when I first started skating.”

Finan eyed her. “Why did ya keep getting back up?”

“Determination,” she answered. She pulled him closer and he wrapped his arms around her. She smiled up at him. “And the hot chocolate I was promised after if I finally managed to skate a straight line.”

Finan smirked. “Ya were bribed.”

She continued to skate backwards pulling him along. “Oh, I was,” she leaned in closer. “Would you like me to bribe you?”

Finan nodded. “I would. I am hurt ya didn't even try first.”

She sighed. “If you stay upright and can skate a straight line, I'll get you a hot chocolate.”

Finan gripped her waist tight and pulled her closer. “I want more than just a hot chocolate.”

Carwyn blushed and shook her head. “Hot chocolate is what you get, buster,” she went to skate backwards more, “now all you have to-.”

Her skate hit a bump and she fell backwards. And since Finan was holding her so close and so tight, he went down as well. He landed on top of her on the ice. He quickly pressed his hands, in mittens, to the ice and leaned over Carwyn.

“Ya didn't hit your head, did ya?” he asked concerned.

She laughed and shook her head. “No, the only thing that took a hit here was my ego.”

Finan laughed. He leaned in and kissed her deeply. “No hot chocolate for you,” he told her in between kisses.

She laughed again and punched his side. He laughed more.

Maybe ice skating was a good idea after all.

17 Taking a Long Nap

Tate sighed and groaned when she felt Finan's arms pull away from her. She opened her eyes and watched as he got up. She reached for him.

“Where are you going?” she asked softly.

He turned back and took her hand. “To put another log on the fire. It's getting a tad chilly in here,” he answered.

She sighed. She squeezed his hand. “Bring back chips,” she said.

“Ya are not eating chips in bed,” he answered.

She groaned and pulled her hand away. She sat up and cursed. “Then we will continue this in the living room,” she muttered as she climbed out of bed.

She grabbed the two thickest blankets from the bed and wrapped them around herself before she walked out of the bedroom. She heard Finan chuckle behind her but he followed her. She walked into the open front room of the tiny wood cabin and plopped herself down on the couch. She cocooned herself in the blankets and watched as Finan walked over to the large fireplace. She looked out the window and saw the snow still falling.

Finan had rented them a cabin for the week as a nice staycation. It was up in the mountains about a three hour drive from the city but the view was spectacular.

When it wasn't snowing all day.

They had gotten there the day before and about two hours after they had arrived, it had started snowing and hadn't stopped.

“All right, do ya have a preference for chips?” Finan asked as he placed a couple more logs on the fire and looked at her.

She shook her head. She stopped. “Actually, those Doritos we brought,” she said.

He nodded. “All right,” he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

She eyed his shirtless torso with his grey sweatpants worn low on his hips. She leaned back on the couch and smirked. She hugged the blankets around her and watched as Finan grabbed the bag of Doritos and went to walk back into the living room. He stopped and turned around. She leaned towards the side, pressing her face against the back of the couch. She smiled as she heard him open the cupboard and it close a moment later.

“Red, all right?” he asked.

“Did I drink all the pink moscato?” she asked.

She heard bottles moving around the counter. And after the door of the fridge opening. “Looks like it, love,” he answered.

She sighed. “I knew I should have bought a whole case.”

Finan chuckled. “There is the white moscato left.”

Tate sighed dramatically. “Fine, I will drink my second favourite wine then,” she muttered.

Finan laughed more but didn't say anything else. She kept watch and saw him walk back out of the kitchen, Doritos, bottle of wine, and one glass. She moved towards the middle of the couch. She pulled the blankets from around her. She smiled as Finan handed her the bag of Doritos and sat behind her on the couch. She opened the bag and began munching as he poured a generous glass of wine for her.

She leaned back against him smiling as he wrapped an arm around her waist. She took the glass of wine from him and he pulled the blankets around the both of them. She took a sip and sighed.

“Not as good as the pink,” she sighed, “but good enough.”

Finan chuckled. He took the bag then and grabbed a couple of Doritos. “So, what should we do until the snow stops?”

Tate sipped her wine some more before handing the glass to Finan. He took another large sip before he set it aside on the coffee table. She nibbled more on the Doritos before handing him the bag. He took another handful and set the bag beside the glass.

“Probably what we have been doing since we got here,” she answered as she turned and looked at him. “Napping.”

She opened her mouth and Finan placed a small chip in it. He finished his chips and she snuggled close to him, her back against his chest. She felt him kiss her neck and his hands running up the racer back tank top she had worn to bed that matched her cute bootie shorts.

“Sounds like a plan,” he answered, nuzzling his nose in her neck. “We can shovel tomorrow.”

Tate snorted and closed her eyes as she rested her cheek on Finan's bare shoulder. “You can shovel. I'll sit here by the fire keeping it burning until you come in.”

Finan pinched her sides and she squirmed in his arms until he wrapped them around her again and held her close. She sighed and felt his hands rubbing her back arms and stomach. She felt herself already beginning to drift off to sleep.

“Sounds like a plan,” he whispered as his fingers traced symbols in her skin. “I love napping with ya,” he added with a soft kiss to her temple.

She smiled. She turned and pressed a kiss to his bare skin. She let her fingers dance along his skin. “I love napping with you too,” she whispered.

She felt Finan rest his chin on her head as he held her closer. She pulled the blankets around them more and snuggled more into him. His warmth surrounded her along with that of the blankets.

She drifted off to sleep again in the arms of the man she loved, feeling loved and warm.