#ice nine kills imagines

[fangirl94stuff]

Spencer Charnas (Ice Nine Kills)

'Hey, y/n can I talk to you for a second y/n?' Mina, one of your employees asks, popping her head around your office door.

You look up from the paperwork on your desk and nod, 'sure, what's up?'

'Ice Nine Kills are playing in town tomorrow night and I was wondering if I could get off work early to meet up with some friends beforehand,' she answers, her voice getting more excited with each word she spoke.

You had to keep calm and professional, you didn't want any of your employees to find out about your love life. You owned a music shop and a couple of years ago Spencer came in when the band was in town the two of you hit it off, and after a year of being friends, he asked you out. You'd done very well to keep your relationship from becoming public and you like privacy along with Spencer.

You nod and smile, 'of course, you can Mina, you're a hard worker. Now let's close for the night.'

Mina's eyes light up, 'oh my god your the best boss y/n.'

You keep the smile on your face until she leaves the room, and then you let out the breath you'd been holding. Mina didn't need to know Spencer was taking you out to dinner tonight because the band didn't play until tomorrow. Grabbing your coat and bag, you leave your office and lock the door behind you.

'Hello beautiful, miss me?' a familiar male voice startles you as you enter the shop floor.

'Spencer!' you gasp, 'what are you doing here? You can't be here right now.'

Anyone would have found it romantic that their partner surprised them at work, but Mina was still here and you didn't want to get caught.

Spencer walks towards you looking confused, 'are you okay y/n? You look like you've seen a ghost. Now I know you missed me as much as I missed you.'

Before you can respond Spencer kisses you. You kiss him back lost in the moment, because it had been two months since you saw each other in person.

'OH MY GOD!' Mina shouts.

You and Spencer pull apart both looking wide-eyed at one another.

'What's going on here?' Mina enquires.

You turn to face your best employee, 'how good are you at keeping secrets? Because Spencer and I would like to keep this under wraps.'

Mina grins like the Cheshire Cat, 'so you weren't lying about having a boyfriend boss, so Spencer's the best you've ever had.'

You feel your cheeks flush and Spencer smiles smugly, 'I'll take that compliment.'

You shake your head while Spencer and Mina laugh at your expense, 'please keep this secret Mina.'

Mina nods her head, 'okay, on one condition.'

'What's the condition, Mina?' Spencer asks.

'I'd like VIP tickets to the show tomorrow for me and my friends,' Mina replies.

Spencer hums, 'you and your friends can have VIP tickets whenever we come to town. But you can't tell a soul about me and y/n.'

Mina claps her hands together and all but bounces towards the front door, 'thank you, Spencer. Your secret is safe with me lovebirds. Oh and y/n we will be discussing details. Bye.'

Once Mina leaves you hug Spencer, 'she's a good one, we have nothing to worry about.'

Spencer kisses the top of your head, 'so I'm the best you've ever had y/n, I'm flattered.'

You groan, 'you're not going to let that go are you?'

Spencer laughs, 'never. Now we should grab some food because I need to give you stories to tell Mina because the best is yet to come y/n.'

You bury your face in his shoulder, this was going to be an interesting night.

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Is he hot or am I just mentally ill?

The awnser: yes

[grav3yardbb92]

TRICK OR TREAT ( Spencer Charnas x F!reader)

" baby, I'm preying on you tonight..."  My phone lights up from its spot next to me, playing the song Animals by my boyfriend's band. I glance at his picture on the screen before pausing my horror movie to answer the call.

"You're late, Spence" I state simply into the phone. He was supposed to be here an hour ago, for our traditional Halloween night movie marathon. "Hello, Y/N" he grumbles causing me to laugh at his ghost face impression. "What's your favorite scary movie?"

"My life. Now, if you don't get your ass over here, I'm gonna have to find someone hotter to spend my Halloween with."  I threaten, knowing how jealous and possessive he gets.

" Good luck with that. There is no one hotter than me" he answers in his normal, amazing voice this time.

" Oh I don't know, babe. I heard, Chris Motionless is single again." I chuckle to myself, as I'm left with silence on the other end. " Spence?" Still no answer. Did I piss him off?. " Spencer, I was kidding.... Spe...."

Knock knock

The loud bang on the door pulls my attention from my phone. " I'm outside your house" he whispers into my phone. " Damn it Spencer, don't fucking do that" I yell before hanging up and opening the door, revealing my boyfriend in a creepy, blood-spattered mask. He lifts the mask to place a deep kiss on my lips, before pulling away. I take the opportunity to hit him lightly on the chest. " Are you going to tell me why you're late?" I ask, pretending to be angry at him. He then pulls out a shopping bag from behind his back. " I bought you something" he answers as I take the bag, peeking inside. I pull out the plastic mask that matches the one on his head. " What is this for?" Spencer smiles at me before responding. " You want to go scare some kids and take the candy they drop?"  He ask as I slip on the mask " Hell yeah"

[weallpartyatybcpatricksfuneral]

Do you like Fall Out Boy? (not really) their early work was a little too "emo" for me, but when Save Rock and Roll came out, they really came into their own, commercially and artistically. The whole album has a refined, melodic sensibility that really makes it a cut above the rest.

[riveramorylunar]

Who are your top 10 bands/artists?

Sorry for the late reply. Not in order!!

1. Ice Nine Kills

2. NF

3. Bebe Rexha

4. In This Moment

5. Imagine Dragons

6. Dove Cameron

7. Lindsey Stirling

8. Three Days Grace

9. P!nk

10. Christina Perri or One Direction

[american-satanxx]

So to Hell with Good Intentions Chapter 3

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Tag list:  @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky

...2018; It: Chapter 2 set Thank God, It’s Friday. by Ice Nine Kills is playing in the background as I’m packing up my makeup kits at the end of a very long filming day. Just as I’m closing up my last kit, there is a knock on the door followed by it opening up. I look in the mirror and see Bill Skarsgard standing in the doorway. “What is this crap you’re listening to?” He questions with a smirk. “I’ve been meaning to ask you all these months.” “The band is Ice Nine Kills. They just released an album called The Silver Scream and all the songs are based off of horror movies. This song is based off of Friday the 13th. “I guess that explains why you’re listening to them then.” He laughs. “Any songs about IT?” “In fact they do.” I reply quickly, turning on IT Is the End. “This is their song about IT. But them being horror based isn’t the only reason I’m listening to them. I did makeup and special effects makeup for them for their music videos for this album. Plus my cousin is friends with them.” “All good reasons.” He muses before walking in. “So now that we’re wrapping, what are your plans next?” “Probably take a break.” I shrug. “Maybe see what my cousin is doing. Either visit him at home, in the studio or even on tour. Possibilities are endless right now since I’m in between projects.” “My offer still stands,” he states. “You’re more than welcome to come to Sweden and I can show you around.” “Been there, done that.” I laugh. “I’m gonna stay away from Sweden as much as possible. I nearly got in a fight there once on vacation. Me and Swedes don’t get along. Other than you, of course.”

There is a loud knock on the door and in comes one of our big burly security guards walking in. Steve has been my saving grace plenty of times when it comes to me forgetting my passes in the beginning of shooting. “Hey Valentine, there is someone at the gates asking for you.” He informs me, causing both me and Bill to share a look before giving the muscular man in front of us. “It’s two in the fucking morning, who the hell is out at the gate asking for me?” I ask him. “Did he give you a name?” “Patrick Bateman.” “The character from American Psycho?” Bill questions before looking at me. “Is this safe? Because he clearly gave you a wrong name.” I just laugh before grabbing my purse. “It’s fine guys, it’s my friend Spencer. Patrick Bateman is my contact name for him in my phone. Don’t ask. He's a horror movie obsessed fanboy which caused me to call him American Psycho most of the time.” “Are you going to be safe with that man?” Steve questions me. “There are scarier things in this world than Spencer Charnas, trust me.” I assure him. “I’ll follow you out Steve, it’s time for me to head back to my hotel anyway.” “Are you going to the wrap party tomorrow night?” Bill questions as he walks out with me. “Nope.” I reply. “Not much of a party person. Besides, the last wrap party nearly got both of us in trouble with our significant others.” I remind him as I lock up my trailer. “I’m going to stop by, get my shit and fly back out to L.A as soon as possible.” Bill pulls me into a hug and places a kiss on my head. “Be safe. Text me as soon as you get to your hotel. I want to make sure you get back alive.” “Again, Spencer Charnas is many things but he’s not actually a serial killer.” I assure him once again as I pull away. ** Steve and I head back to the gates just in time to see Spencer taking a picture with the other security guard. Apparently he’s a fan. “Patrick Bateman? Seriously Charnas?” I laugh, causing the lead singer to look at me; a grin forming on his lips. “I’ve got to keep you guessing, Valentine.” He walks over to me and pulls me into a back breaking hug. “I missed you.” “It’s two in the morning Spence,” I remind him. “What are you doing in Canada at two in the morning? And more importantly, how did you find me?” “Chris. He told me your location. And I wanted to fly out and surprise you, that’s all.” He shrugs. “I’m kinda attached to you and I really miss you.” My heart melts at him saying this. “Let me guess, you don’t have a hotel or anything to stay in.” I assume, earning a nod from the singer. “Follow me and you can crash at my place. It’s a five minute drive from here.” “And when we get there we can watch movies?” He suggests, playfully. “I already have a probably cold pizza in my rental car.” “Sure, you can pick.” I smile as we link arms and walk away. ** “Alright Spencer, what are we watching?” I ask him as I walk out of the bathroom. After my shower I changed into a Scream t-shirt along with short shorts. Spencer looks up at me as I pull my blue hair up in a messy bun. A smirk forms on his lips. “Are you going to answer me, American Psycho?” “Look at your shirt.” He replies. “That should give you your answer.” “Good pick.” I reply as I grab a slice of pizza and sit on the couch next to him. He pulls my legs on top of his, allowing me to lounge on the couch. Causing me to shoot him a look. “What?” He asks, looking innocent. “You’ve been working all day, you deserve to relax.” I just smile as he presses play. “How is work anyway?” “We wrapped today, so pretty fucking great.” I reply before removing my legs from his lap. I scoot over to cuddle up against him instead; this causes the man to smile softly down at me. “What? I like cuddling while watching movies.” He shakes his head, a chuckle escaping as he puts his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. “You’re not going to the wrap party?” He questions. “Do I look like the partying type, Spence?” I chuckle. “Besides, the last wrap party is why my last relationship ended.” “Did you cheat on your boyfriend with Bill Skarsgard?” He jokes, laughing only stops when he realizes I’m not laughing. He pulls away from me, looking at me; kind of shocked. “You hooked up with Pennywise? The girl afraid of clowns?” “You’re acting like I fucked Bill wearing his Pennywise gear.” I laugh. “It wasn’t my finest moment and I regret it. But honestly me and Trever were on the way out anyway. Me having sex with the demon clown only helped end it sooner.” “Have you ever cheated on anyone else?” He questions. “I’m curious.” “Nope.” I reply back quickly. “And that was the only time I ever hooked up with an actor or musician that I worked with. I don’t make it a habit to sleep with the hand that signs my paycheck.” For the rest of the night, a silence washed over us. It wasn’t a bad silence, but a silence that tells me something quickly changed between us. Not sure if that change is good or bad. It’s just different.

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

watching the poughkeepsie tapes rn and it reminds me of malik :3 any kind of found footage/red room related horror reminds me of the maj boys so much you've given me so much brainrot with your boys

Have you watched any of the Hostel movies? That was one of the main inspirations of having a Red Room killer become obsessed with a would-be victim! (:

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Art the Clown x Reader SMUT • headcanons, how Art fucks, what he gets off to, etc

big content warning! contains some stuff that may gross you out; read at your own risk: menstruation kink, piss kink, oral sex, anal sex, object insertion, blood kink, various weapons mentioned, bondage, human hair and bones, butts and what comes out of butts, public sex, cockwarming, mostly dom!Art and sub!reader

🔪 Remember the work desk with all of Art’s weapons and tools on it? He knows you want him to fuck you, but he’s got shit to do (meaning weapons to build) so he lets you sit under the desk, cockwarming him while he works. You’re on the ground between his knees, patiently holding him in your mouth. When he finishes constructing his latest instrument of torture/slaughter, Art pats his palm against his thigh, wordlessly telling you to climb up into his lap and ride him.🩸

🔪 Art enjoys blood and guts, so it goes without saying that during your period, he’s particularly eager to fuck you. He can detect the slight change in your scent, usually aware you’ve begun to bleed even before you know. He plays with your pussy like it’s a new, special toy when you’re bleeding, spreading your lips and tracing his name on your inner thighs in red. Seeing/touching/tasting blood that comes from you is special to Art. It’s the only time he gets to play in blood without it being the result of him hurting someone, so that makes the experience unique for him. He saves your used pads for ‘alone time,’ using them later as a ‘sleeve,’ to masturbate with.🩸

🔪 Art sometimes fucks you with unconventional objects, like the handle of one of his weapons (knife, axe) or the neck of a bottle. If you’ve displeased him but he still wants to fuck you, he might deny you his cock and instead use something else, like the handle of one of his knives or the barrel of an (empty!) gun, to make you come instead of his cock, as a degrading ‘punishment.’🩸

🔪 Art loves bondage. He knows what he’s doing when it comes to tying knots, as evidenced by the multiple victims you’ve watched him restrain. He enjoys the power dynamic of being in absolute control of another person. When that crosses over into sex, you both get off on him tying you up and doing whatever the fuck he wants with your body.🩸

🔪 Art’s methods can border on sadistic at times (I mean how could they not??) but because he wants to keep you around to play with for the long haul, he never pushes you beyond the limits of safety, no matter how many new ways he comes up with to plug every hole in your body. If we know anything about Art, it’s that he’s perceptive. He studies the way your body responds to different forms of stimulation and mentally catalogs the information for later. All of his skill in crafting tools of torture means he’s able to create customized ‘toys,’ to fuck you with. But the thing is, they’re never normal, or sweet; they always contain something fucked-up and sick. Art once surprised you with a whip he’d put together for you. Its strands were soft and felt so good gliding over your clit. You came so hard when Art whipped your pussy till it was puffy and leaking. It would have been a wonderful gift, if you hadn’t realized later, upon closer inspection, that the strands now wet with your cum were in fact strands of human hair. And the custom dildo Art made for you, the one that was so smooth and colored beige/white? You later found out Art had chiseled and smoothed down a human bone to make it for you. The information almost made you sick on the spot. Art found your horrified reaction hilarious, of course, and it didn’t stop him from laying you down and fucking you with it all the same…🩸

🔪 ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL …

He loves to fuck you in the ass. Art’s a nasty little motherfucker when it comes to the stuff that comes out of butts, and I’m not gonna elaborate here, but you can use your imagination to follow where I’m going with this…🩸

🔪 Art has zero inhibitions: he kills anyone, anywhere. Imagine that relating to sex; of course he’s going to fuck you wherever he wants, including places where you might get caught. Sex in public/risky spaces feels natural to Art, because he literally does not give a single fuck. Remember the first time you ever saw him? When you stumbled out the back door of that sleazy little bar in your home town, so drunk off your ass you thought you were leaving through the front? Art was in the alleyway behind the bar, black garbage bag hoisted over his shoulder, not even looking for anyone to fuck up but when he saw you, he knew he’d found a victim for the night. He’d planned to stalk you home and do unspeakable things to you-but as you took the lead and approached him, there in the alleyway, he was caught off guard, his whole plan upended the moment you slid your arms around his waist, stood up on your tiptoes, and placed a soft, sloppy kiss on his cheek. He was awestruck, and even if he could speak, Art would still have been at a loss for words. You walked him backward a few steps, lining him up against a dumpster in the alleyway. You began fondling him through his costume, grinning when you realized his body had already begun to respond. One thing led to another, and within minutes, Art had you bent over that dumpster, with a fresh hole torn in the front of his costume where your bodies were joined…🩸

🔪 No one would associate The Miles County Clown with tenderness, but if they knew Art, they would see a softer side of him only you do. He’s still fucking deranged, don’t get me wrong. But Art also has moments of vulnerability, when there’s nothing he wants more than to hold you. Sitting in Art’s lap, he wraps his arms around you and stays still, so still, just enjoying the soft thump of your heartbeat against his, and the low hum of your breath on his chest. Your nearness calms the monster inside Art so well that sometimes, he forgets he is the monster itself…🩸

🔪 Another benefit of having you in his lap? Art realized he could use his strength to make you stay in his lap no matter how badly you had to get up and take a piss, forcing you to wet yourself all over him. You felt him gradually getting hard under you as you began to wriggle on his lap. Art could see your discomfort, and when you told him you needed to get up and take a piss, he refused to release you. You’d expect him to be smiling at you at a time like this, silently mocking you; but the look in his eyes was deathly serious, pitch black and full of a demented lust that would have had you locked you in place even if his arms hadn’t. Blushing into his shoulder, you accepted the fact that Art wasn’t letting go of you any time soon, and that he really was into this. He wanted this to happen. You allowed your bladder to empty, a soft trickle saturating your panties, followed by a steady stream of hot piss that spread over Art’s lap. His clothes were soaked through below the waist, your piss running down between his thighs and dampening the couch cushion beneath you. Art was rock hard by this point, his wet cock throbbing against your pussy. He lifted you off his lap just enough to reach between your bodies and position his tip against your entrance, then used your piss as a lube to slide inside you…🩸

[brucewaynehater101]

Tim with hannaki disease

spending his childhood choking on flowers

Barely able to breathe rejection after rejection

Jason is attacking him at the tower and he can’t stop coughing out flowers

when dick gives Damian Robin, Tim leaves the cave spitting out petals

imagine if he died of suffocation during the Bruce quest

Fuck. I love hanahaki disease.

Tw: death, blood, asphyxiation, fictional disease, dead body description, gore

For those of y'all unaware, it's a completely fictional disease where having unrequited love results in the person growing flowers in their chest. It's usually romantic, but I prefer the platonic versons (especially child-parent angst, holy fuck).

I've seen two types of hanahaki:

The love is actually unrequited

The person only perceives the love as being unrequited

Either way, the progression is as follows:

Person coughs up one petal

They start coughing up more and usually blood

They cough up an entire blossom

They die trying to cough up the entire flower (blossom and stem)

There are four outcomes to hanahaki disease, depending on what rules you are working with:

Love becomes requited

Person dies

They have a surgery to remove their ability to have feelings

They lose (voluntarily or not) their memories about their unrequited love

Some people play with flower meanings of the petals being coughed up. I fucking love those versions so much.

Let's get into the AU! The timeline is mine to fuck around with, so excuse any non-canon progressions.

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Tim has chronic hanahaki disease from his parents. They visit often enough to quell the worst symptoms and mitigate the damage, but they don't stick around enough (or show enough constant attention) for the petals to go away.

Janet once asked Tim if he'd like to get the surgery. Tim said no. Janet respected that choice and never asked again even though Tim was like nine at the time. It also becomes a fear of his. He wakes up in cold sweat at the phantom idea of just not being able to love anyone. It terrifies him, even if the feeling of asphyxiation is the only other option.

When Janet dies and Tim becomes Robin, he does his best to hide his condition from Bruce. It worsens, from the way Tim adores and loves the Bats, but Tim manages.

It's a rough few years, but slowly, the ice begins to melt. The Waynes show Tim more and more affection. YJ also shower him in so much care to the point that Tim has days of uninterrupted breathing.

It's a novel but welcome feeling.

Jack waking up from the coma complicates shit. His condition worsens again, but it's manageable.

Until Tim's sixteenth birthday.

The teen will never admit, but that test nearly fucking killed him. Bruce never finds out how close he was to killing his Robin, but Tim knows. He'll never forget how thorns scraped along his throat at the idea that he can't trust anyone. He'll never rid himself of the intimate knowledge of how blossoms taste in his mouth and the sickly sweet smell of blood mixed with flower petals.

Tim has to quit Robin, for his safety, health, and as a "fuck you" to Bruce, but realizes he can't keep in contact with Dick, Alfred, or Barbara without it. He can't contact his team.

He has to go back, so he does.

Tim's not sure if it's better or worse that Bruce didn't know about the hanahaki. If the man did, would he still have done the test? Due to him never showing remorse or guilt for his actions, the teen doesn't know.

The question pesters him even when his dad finds out about Robin.

It plagues him through Steph becoming Robin and dying.

It festers into his bones when, while wearing those same damn colors, he hears his father die.

That is one or many reasons "Uncle Eddie" was created.

Tim can't quite trust Bruce, but he finds himself still loving the father-like figure in his life. He finds himself forgiving him. He leans into the hair ruffles, shoulder pats, and gruff words of affection. He lets himself be loved.

Then, an undead asshole in a gleaming red bucket comes to kick Tim's ass. The teen can't help but laugh at the way his life bounces between breathing and dying at the drop of a hat.

He's just barely able to hide the flowers from both Red Hood and the Titans.

A little assassin appears, and each attack brings a petal.

Each new death hampers Tim's ability to breathe. Tim tries, but it's so fucking hard. How is he supposed to live without them?

With the ticklish scrape of petals, Tim doesn't think he's supposed to.

Bruce isn't dead. Tim knows, with every fiber of his being, that Bruce can't be dead. Tim won't survive if he is.

Even if Tim loses everything, even if these damn fucking flowers consume him, at least his death will have a purpose.

That's what he tells himself as he lies in a pool of blood beneath the stars. The sand at his back is soft in comparison to the stem piercing his throat and tongue. The sound of his choking is joined by the bubbling wheezing of Pru.

Ra's peers down at the body already set with rigor mortis. Tim's jaw is pried apart by a bouquet of yellow carnations dripping in blood.

The demon head hums at the sight, a dangerous gleam to his eyes. With the flick of a hand, two assassins grab the young detective's corpse. The other three bodies are taken as well.

Tim's eyes fling open as the teen gasps for air.

It's wrong. It's wrong. It's all wrong. He's empty.

He's surrounded in green.

Oh fuck.

For awhile, Tim just soaks in the soft expansion of his lungs. He marvels at their capability.

He can't remember a time when he's been able to breathe so easily. It's enchanting and allots the teen a giddy sort of relief.

Through the destruction of both the Spiders and the LoA, he finds himself taking small moments to just breathe. It's a simple joy he can't help but partake in.

Tim logically knows there's a price. His breaths cost him, though he doesn't know their price. He should be dead and buried within the flowers.

He is neither.

He is alive. He is free (from the petals. It takes him a little bit to become free of Ra's).

Tim brushes aside these valid and alarming concerns to focus on his goals: escape, take down Ra's, and derail whatever retaliation occurs.

So that's what Tim does. He ignores the insistent sense of wrongness and focuses on the task at hand. He coordinates his friends and family. He faces down Ra's. He gets kicked out of a window.

With a grim smile, his body goes lax and his eyes flutter shut

He's done.

When Tim springs up from unconsciousness, Steph's voice reassures him he's safe. She tells him he's in the batcave.

The tension to bleeds from his body as Damian mutters a demand. Tim's eyes dart from Robin to Batgirl to Batman (Dick) to Alfred.

That sinking feeling of wrongness returns.

Dick's eyes are trained on the teen as he asks Tim, "How did you know I'll be there to save you?"

It's obvious the man is worried. It's obvious he's so fucking glad he caught his younger brother.

The lie falls from Tim's lips as smooth as any truth, "You're my brother, Dick. You'll always be there for me."

Dick's face brightens with fond relief.

Tim watches. He observes the reactions of his older brother. He catalogs the effect of his words on the man he's admired and loved for thirteen years.

He notes all of this.

And he feels nothing.

[bomberqueen17]

RIP to the OG

Alas! Broadway star and legend Chita Rivera has died aged 91.

My cat is named for her, and it's a funny story I feel I should share. See, in 2007 or so, Dude was working for the local alt-newsweekly (remember those?) and during the time he was there, Chita Rivera was scheduled to come to Buffalo for a show. The theatre editor was so excited about this that he insisted on having a 52-week countdown on the theatre page, which annoyed the graphic design department enormously because that page otherwise had a static header.

But it became a running joke. "ONLY FORTY-NINE WEEKS UNTIL CHITA RIVERA!"

The theatre editor was so excited he commissioned a mural of her to be painted on his dining room wall.

I'm not sure how this came about, but somehow she was offered and accepted an invitation to come to his house to dine on the night she was in town. I cannot imagine painting someone on my dining room wall and then inviting her over, but I also have never been the theatre editor in an alt-newsweekly; there are many things I have not experienced in life.

In the midst of this, that's when Dude and I got our kitten. It was like-- of course we had to name her Chita. So we did. But not just Chita. She's Chita Rivera, which confuses the vet enormously, because neither of us have the last name Rivera. "She's not related to us," Dude explained patiently to the vet receptionist, who did not find this enlightening.

Anyway-- she was apparently a wonderful guest to dinner, the show she came to do was delightful, it all went swimmingly. She apparently was not at all disconcerted by the mural of herself, which I suppose if I were a legend I might also not find that disconcerting.

And while she was there, she told them her margarita recipe. I have made this recipe on several occasions and please serve it over a lot of ice because it will kill you otherwise. It is refreshing and actually really delightful to drink. It does not taste as strong as it is. It is incredibly strong.

Lo: The Chita Margarita, in memory of the realest of them all.

Take 1 can of limeade concentrate and empty it into a pitcher. Refill the empty can with tequila, and add that to the pitcher. Now refill the empty can with cheap beer-- Corona will do, something pale-- and add that to the pitcher.

Voila! No, this cannot be scaled down. Please serve it over ice.

Rest in peace, legend!

[fangirl94stuff]

NEW BAND IMAGINES WATTPAD COVER!

PART 2 (ONGOING)

https://www.wattpad.com/story/88309217-band-imagines-part-2

PART 1 (COMPLETE)

https://www.wattpad.com/story/47046592-band-imagines

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Make you scream

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Warnings: SMUT, Ghost face Ice Nine Kills au, knife kink, blood kink, mask kink

An: I'm probably going to hell for this so enjoy!

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You were lying in bed It was about 3:00 AM in the morning and you heard a noise that startled you awake.

Suddenly, a chill ran down your spine and you sat up in bed, looking around the room. It was dark except for the light that shined through the windows. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

You saw something out of the corner of your eye and turned to look, only to find a figure standing at the foot of your bed. You froze and let out a small gasp.

The figure was dressed in black and wore a ghost like mask. You couldn’t see his face, only his eyes. His eyes were cold and dark, staring into yours. You could feel the evil in them, even from across the room.

You could see a knife in his hand and you knew he was the one you had been searching for all this time. He was the one who had been killing all those people. He was the ghost face killer that the news warned about. He was here for you, to kill you.

You tried to move, to get away from him, but your body wouldn’t move. You were paralyzed with fear.

He walked closer to you and you could almost feel his cold breath on your skin through the mask. You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t find your voice. He raised the knife to your throat and you closed your eyes, waiting for the pain.

But nothing happened.

You opened your eyes to find he had taken off the mask and was, still holding the knife. But now you could see his face, and it was twisted into a sick smile.

He had dark slicked back back hair, sharp facial features with dark hazel eyes.

“You’re a real screamer, aren’t you?” he asked in a sarcastic yet low voice. His voice sent chills down your spine and you wanted to run, but you couldn’t. You were trapped and he knew it.

He ran the knife against your cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to feel the tip of the blade. He was playing with you, like a cat plays with a mouse before it kills it. You were at his mercy.

"Please don't hurt me" you stutter out tears starting to form in your eyes. "Please I'll do anything I'll give you anything you want don't hurt me please!" you beg him. He laughs at you.

“Don’t hurt you?” he mocks. “I’m a killer, what did you expect?” He raises the knife and you close your eyes, ready to meet your maker.

But instead of feeling pain, you feel something else, his hand grab onto your waist and push you down onto the bed. You open your eyes to find him straddling you, knife in hand. He looks at you with his dark hazel eyes. "I'm not going to kill you." he says.

"What do you mean?" you ask, confused. "You're the ghost face killer. You kill people."

He laughs. "I do, but I'm not going to kill you." he leans in closer, his breath on your neck. "You're going to be my toy."

He runs his hands over your body, groping you like an animal. You feel your body betraying you and you whimper in response. "I'm not going to kill you, but you are going to be mine." he whispers into your ear. "I'm going to make you scream."

He runs the knife across your body, making small cuts and you gasp. He leans down , licking the blood off of you.

"Does that hurt?" he asks.

You shake your head. "No."

He smiles, he liked that answer. "Good, I'm not going to hurt you." he says. "Do I have permission to fuck you baby doll?" he asks.

You look at him, you're scared of him. He's the ghost face killer. He's a monster, but you can't deny the heat between your legs.

"Yes." you say, looking away from him.

He laughs and runs the knife along your body, making more cuts and you gasp.

He leans in close and you can feel his cold breath on your neck. "I'm going to fuck you, you're going to be mine." he whispers. He kisses your neck and you moan, feeling his hand move between your legs. He moves his fingers in circles around your clit, making you squirm under him.

You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter and you want him, you need him.

He takes his hand away from you and you whine. He laughs. "Don't worry baby doll, I'll fuck you soon." he says.

He pulls your underwear down and you feel a rush of air on your pussy. You're exposed and he's looking at you, his eyes taking in your pussy.

"You have a nice little cunt." he says. "I'm going to fill it up with my cock."

He unzips his pants and pulls out his dick. You gasp. It was big and you weren't sure if you could fit it inside you.

But he didn't seem to care, he just rubbed the tip of it against your pussy and you gasp. You were so wet and his touch felt amazing.

He pushed his cock inside you and you let out a loud moan. He was so big and it hurt, but you wanted him. You wanted him to fuck you.

He thrust into you hard and you screamed. You felt his hand cover your mouth, muffling the sound. He was deep inside you and you were stretching to fit him.

He looked at you with his dark hazel eyes and you looked at him. You could see the lust in his eyes. He was enjoying this and so were you.

He pulled his cock out and you whimper. He looked at you with a smile. "Don't worry baby doll, I'm not done with you yet."

He pulled his cock out and you whine. You wanted him inside you.

He flipped you over and you gasped. You were on your stomach and you could feel him moving behind you. He pushed his cock inside you and you moaned. He was deep inside you and you wanted more.

He started to thrust into you, pushing his cock in and out of your pussy. You felt him grab onto your hips and hold them, fucking you harder.

You could hear the sounds of our bodies slapping together and you moan. You were getting close and he knew it.

"I'm going to come inside you baby doll." he whispered. "You're going to take my cum like a good little slut."

You whine, feeling his cock throb inside you. You were close too. His words were dirty and it was making you hornier than ever before.

He fucked you harder and you felt your orgasm hit you. You moan and he moaned along with you, coming inside you. You felt his hot cum fill you up and you moan.

He pulled his cock out and you whimper. You were empty and you wanted more. But he just laughed and kissed your cheek.

"You're mine now baby doll." You hear him say before you pass out from exhaustion.

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An: should I do a part 2???

[thyln4gf]

Friends

✞ You and Carlos have been best friends since forever. But is platonic love really everything that you feel for each other?

✞ Word count - 2,5k

✞ I have synesthesia! Heres 5 songs that I associate with this fic - "genie in a bottle" - Christina Aguilera, "friends" - Chase Atlantic, "a rash decision" - Ice Nine Kills, "sonne" - Rammstein, "dont be so shy" - Imany.

✞ Warnings - smut, unprotected sex (wrap the beast before the feast, folks), the influence of alcohol. I also wrote the most of it at like 4am, so pardon the quality of it, thank yewww x

✞ Carlos Sainz x fem!reader

As soon as you step into the house, a soft groan of relief leaves your throat. Your heels immediately get kicked off of your feet, and you dont even bother to fiddle with the straps too much. You had a long, long evening - formal settings werent exactly your natural habitat, but being there with Carlos made them much more bearable. You are his best friend, and he is a famous figure, meaning that he invites you to all sorts of events all the damn time. Speaking of which - he was watching you with amusement, completely aware of the fact that you werent exactly in a huge amount of comfort at the moment.

"And whos not making any sense now? I told you not to wear those." Carlos slips the comment your way, making you roll your eyes only hearing the three magic words. He didnt tell you everything, though - yes, he knew how uncomfortable your heels were. And yes, he also knew that walking in them sucked. But he kept something to himself - the fact that only the thought of those heels excited him, as he had always liked to imagine taking them off for you. He could vividly imagine kneeling right in front of you, taking his sweet time, kissing your skin everywhere that he could reach. He liked the idea of it a little too much, to the point he found himself disappointed when the sight of you kicking them off greeted him.

"I had no choice, and you know it. I had nothing else to go with this dress!" You complain, vaguely gesturing at the dress you were wearing - the tired whine in your voice was obvious. Carlos' eyes slide up and down your body as you did so - he had a chance, and he took it. God, he loved this dress - the red, short-ish dress with a slit on the side - the tattoo on your thigh peeked through each and every time that you moved. He got a sudden urge to bite your thigh right there and then, but he knew that hed be overstepping the boundaries.

All he does is let out an amused, half-chuckle type of laugh. He loved listening to your rants. And boy, could you do that just fine - your mouth never closed. And he loved it.

He started slipping his own shoes off, all while watching you walk into your kitchen - your movements were so smooth, to the point that he swore that you were floating sometimes. He doesnt want to have you out of his sight for too long, so he takes his shoes off just a little faster than he normally would, and following your idea of entering the kitchen. There he found you by one of the counters, pouring yourself a glass of wine. He lets a small smile appear on his lips - he just couldnt help himself around you.

"Tired, amor?" His voice floats through the air, smooth as butter on toast, and just as warm. He always used that specific petname for you, and only you. And youd be a liar if you said that it didnt make you feel some type of way - the tone he used never failed to turn you on just a little, despite you two being... friends? You werent too sure at this point. You just shrug at him as a response, still trying to grab a set of words that were coherent enough. You swirl the beverage in your glass around, eyebrows rising up for barely a second before taking a sip.

Yet another thing that he enjoyed about you - watching all those small habits of yours, which you probably dont even notice. He liked observing you, just looking at you. And he didnt even try to hide it - he'd just wink at you each and every time that you caught him doing so, with no shame.

He wasnt exactly shy, but when it came to you... he felt like he was a teenager all over again. You made his head spin, and it was a much more enjoyable high than alcohol could ever provide. Only the thought of you made his chest tighten, the air threatening to escape his lungs. He shouldnt be so nervous around you, he thought. He could get anyone all giggly in the matter of seconds. Proof? Charles. But you were a special case... thats for sure. The roles were reversed - you were the one that had him thinking about you all day and night, wishing to get out of the friendzone that everyone hated oh so much. He might have had a wank or two with you lingering on his mind - the way you smelled, the way your eyes looked at him. If the dictionary ever needed a picture to describe being down-bad, they should just stick one of Carlos in there.

After a minute of him staring at you with your drink, you look his way. It felt like a routine at this point - you look away from him even for a fraction of a second, and you know that youre going to see his goofy smirk staring right back at you. But this time... this time, something was off. You couldnt tell if it was the alcohol, or something else (you had a pretty awesome night, despite the event being a formal dinner, but thats a standard at this point) - he was looking at you with an almost... hungry look in his eyes. He looked like he was about to drill a hole through your soul, and was particularly enjoying himself, shooting the usual wink your way, before walking up to lean against the counter, right by your side. His thigh brushes against yours, the material of the suit against your skin almost making you shiver.

"You know what would make tonight even better?" He speaks up, his eyes never leaving yours. Hes acting all smooth and smug right now, but you could see him swallowing his own saliva, and his cheeks turning just a tad bit more red.

"Spill it, big boy. Im listening." You reply, your voice sounding just as seductive as his, almost making his brain short circuit - and you can see it from the way his grin makes its way back onto his lips. He had always found your teases adorable, honestly. Hats off for that.

"Well..." Carlos hesitated for a second, which wasnt like him at all - he was nervous, and it was an adorable sight to witness. "We could have the evening to ourselves and..." his eyes moved to your lips for a split second, letting his gaze linger on them for way longer than what he had considered the "safe limit". He only managed to speak again in a second, seemingly collecting himself a little better now. It didnt mean that his cheeks werent heating up in embarrassment, though. "Well, you know."

A chuckle slips from your throat upon hearing his offer. He was beating around the bush slightly, but not like you minded. You had always liked this goofball of a man, and his methods of getting his way. You never let them sink in deep, confused on his true intentions behind his actions. But something about this evening... the alcohol has hit your brain already, and awhile ago, and all you could think about was your friends lips all over you.

You down the rest of your drink, and put the glass down on the counter, a little to the right of you. You turn your head to Carlos, once again. He couldnt be more predictable - youre greeted with a sight of him staring at the hand handling the glass, then your waist. Eventually, up to your eyes. You stare back at him. You raise your finger to trace it along his jawline, his chin, the bottom half of his cheeks. He gulps, getting much more nervous than he was before.

"Youre adorable, did you know that?" You whisper right in front of his face, your warm breath hitting his lips. He doesnt even get to respond, before he feels your lips on his. His brain doesnt even register what was happening at first, but his body reacts way before his brain - his left hand immediately went to your hip, pulling you to his body. The other one is now gripping the counter, and he finds himself hoping that his knees wont give out. He could smell the cherry and cinnamon wine on you the moment you got closer, and he doesnt waste any time - he pushes his tongue out of his mouth, hungry and desperate to taste more. He groans, and your hand slides to his neck in response, gripping it ever so slightly, pulling him closer. He takes it as permission to shove his tongue even deeper, earning a little chuckle out of you.

Quickly enough, his other hand goes down to your hips as well, now caressing them with great intensity. The material of your dress slides up ever so slightly, and he just cant wait much longer - he lifts you without even trying, and places you on the counter. His movements are harsh and desperate, and he doesnt notice the glass. He knocks it over, and it shatters to pieces, right on the floor.

"Carlos..." you groan against his mouth, trying to pull away a little, so you could actually look at what just happened. You earn a sigh out of him for that - out of all the scenarios he had imagined of your first time together... all the circumstances of you moaning his name for the first time were not that. He clicks his tongue, and grabs your chin, turning your face to his, slamming his lips back on yours. It was almost like him saying that he really couldnt be giving less shits. He wanted you, and he was forced to wait for way too fucking long.

His other hand travels down to your thigh, now kneading it like his life depended on it. A moan slips from you, right into his mouth. The grip that you still have on his throat only tightens, causing his movements to become even more aggressive.

He tries to slide your dress up to your waist, but the fabric being trapped between the countertop and your body didnt let him. He lets out a slow groan of frustration. Desperate times call for desperate solutions, no? He leans you against his body, leaning back a little himself. That lets him pull the skirt up. He has barely even brushed his fingertips against your skin, but it was just enough to make your certain area feel a little tingly already.

He wants to take off your underwear as well, while you two are at it. He finds that his back cant take much more of being in this position, but he still hesitates about doing that, his fingers tugging the lacy material ever so slightly. You notice it, and grab one of his wrists to guide him to take those off, almost desperately. You can hear him sucking in a breath, but not resisting anything at all.

Once theyre off, he sits you back down to your previous position. His lips pull away from yours first, something that he never thought that he would be doing. He keeps staring into your eyes, his hands reaching to take his own pants off. This man had his tongue down your throat just seconds ago, and even that didnt make your face heat up more than this.

His pants are off in the matter of seconds. For a second there, he was close to fucking you just like this, through the hole his underpants had in the front. He ended up taking the underwear off as well, and it flied off even faster than the pants did, his boner getting freed as well.

He cant resist looking down to your pussy, already so wet and ready for him. So needy. You had always put up a tough demeanour, which you were trying to maintain even now. Adorable, he thought. He looks back up to your eyes while getting closer to you again, his palms landing on your thighs, spreading your legs just slightly. He was desperate, almost shaking with desire. But he still wanted to get your consent. God, you love men doing the bare minimum so much. All you can manage is a brief nod, and its all it takes him - he almost explodes on you. His lips immediately attack your neck, pressing multiple kisses everywhere that he could reach. He was never a man who liked to waste much time, and it shows - he gave his cock a few pumps before entering you right away, yet still taking his sweet time to let you adjust to him. He earns a gasp out of you, as you throw your head back. He cant help himself, and the kisses on your neck turn into gentle bites. You moan a little louder - feeling him on you, and in you was almost overwhelming, and you could already feel the knot in your lower stomach forming. Though, you werent sure if it was that, or his length hitting you deep. Or both.

He was even closer than you were. The precum has leaked long before he even took his pants off. Honestly... Being near you was almost like keeping an infinite edging streak - sexually frustrating torture. He thrusts into you for a few more minutes, and he already knows that hes about to cum. He groans in frustration (but only because you havent reached your high yet - he was disappointed with himself. But its not his fault that you were so... hot) and is about to pull out, but your legs suddenly wrap around his waist, pulling him closer right before he can do that. A loud moan slips from his throat, the warm liquid already filling you up so good. And you find himself shutting him up with a kiss - the sloppiest youve ever had at this point.

His movements stop, his mind hazy from all the pleasure he's receiving. All he can focus on is you, and only you. You were content with leaving things like this, you were honestly about to cum anyway. Just another minute of him staying inside of you... But Carlos seemed to have gotten a different idea. Suddenly, he's in a kneeling position right in front of you, looking up with his pretty eyes. His eyelashes are longer than mine... what the fuck?

However, your train of thought quickly melts away when his tongue makes contact with your clit. He wanted to go slow just to tease you, but all the pretty sounds you were making teased him instead, and he found himself speeding up just a little, making sure to apply some more pressure as well. And, soon enough, youre riding your own high against his face. Both of your breaths are heavy, and both of you could be found smiling.

You both forgot about the load in you, however. You were still bathing in the dopamine after-high, the satisfaction making both of your heads spin. He looked up at you, again. And right at this moment, marrying your best friend seemed possible - something you never believed in.

[mvdeanw]

I love how great you make these look like they are one whole story 🖤

He's back in town and he won't be undermined Got a bone to pick and a fucking axe to grind You're blushing while he's crushing cause' you've known it from the start There's more than one way to lose your fucking heart

Love hurts In my mine Blunt force Then you die

When Tom Hanniger returns to his home a decade after a Valentine's Day massacre. Lydia Koffin wants to see the best in him. But on this Valentine Day Harry Warden is back for more bloodshed. And things are not always what they seem. And Tom Hanniger isn't always what he seems. This Valentine's Day, in Hanniger Mines, love hurts 💔💔

Based on the characters from My Bloody Valentine (2009) and Mother's Day (2010)

Find our Jensen Ackles x Deborah Ann Woll videos here Check us out on @ddriverpicksthemusic / @girlshunttoo ♥ Check our Valentines 2023 edits here!

[90s-music-tourney]

Round 2 polls

She's So High by Tal Bachman - Check the Rhime by A Tribe Called Quest

Rockafeller Skank by Fatboy Slim - Doll Parts by Hole

One Headlight by The Wallflowers - You Get What You Give by New Radicals

Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice - No Scrubs by TLC

Istanbul (Not Constantinople) by They Might Be Giants - Santa Monica by Everclear

Say My Name by Destiny's Child - Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer

What is Love by Haddaway - Gangsta's Paradise by Coolio

What's my Age Again by Blink-182 - Voodoo by Godsmack

Criminal by Fiona Apple - Sex and Candy by Marcy Playground

Around the World by Daft Punk - Bittersweet Symphony by the Verve

Creep by Radiohead - Dragula by Rob Zombie

Smooth By Santana Ft. Rob Thomas - Two Princes by Spin Doctors

Glycerine by Bush - Ironic by Alanis Morissette

Rebel Girl by Bikini Kill - The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly) by Missy Elliot

I Will Always Love you by Whitney Houston - Baby Got Back by Sir Mix-a-lot

Pretty Fly (For a White Guy) by the Offspring - Ready to Go by Republica

Jerry Was A Racecar driver by Primus - Closing Time by Semisonic

Closer by Nine Inch Nails - Semi Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind

Friday I'm in Love by The Cure - … Baby One More Time by Britney Spears

What's Up by 4 non blondes - Give Me One Reason by Tracy Chapman

Girls and Boys by Blur - Buddy Holly by Weezer

All Star by Smash Mouth - If I ruled the World (Imagine that) by Nas

Zombie by Cranberries - Mambo No. 5 by Lou Bega

Killing Me Softly With His Song by The Fugees - Fly Away by Lenny Kravitz

Believe By Cher - Iris by Goo Goo Dolls

Jump Around by House of Pain - I want it that way by the Backstreet Boys

Virtual Insanity by Jamiroquai - The Sign by Ace of Base

Brick by Ben Folds Five - Everlong by Foo Fighters

Common People by Pulp - Losing my Religion by REM

Barbie Girl by Aqua - Killing in the Name by Rage Against the Machine

Whatta Man by Salt n Pepa - Californication by Red Hot Chili Peppers

Tubthumping by Chumbawamba - Ruff Ryders Anthem by DMX

[r0-boat]

Aaa I streamed a date with death

And there are some things that gave me the urge to write this drabble!

Grim x reader

Cw: NSFW but no sex, phantom Touch or whatever that means,slight temperature play, somnophilia, dub con

A quiet night like any other. All snug in your warm bed, after an uneventful day at work All you wanted was to see your favorite grim reaper and have a restful night of dreams.

But it seemed that someone wasn't satisfied with just a text or a call.

Work today was hard and you only made it harder, as well as his mind being played with your Bright smile carefree attitude that kitchen admit the attracted to. Tonight his need needs were stronger than they were before, this aching need to see you, touch you, be with you, be in you. He couldn't just show up and take you right there, no. There's no way he can take your sharp tongue and your filthy words.

Then you remember doing words. When he formed the connection to you.

How this could be used in 'other ways'

His breath still shakes at that.

You did say you didn't mind...

He could still feel his connection from you.

Fuck, He needs you He craves you so bad and it's your fault.

Laying in his bed by himself he poses his eyes imagining your body The connection still strong as he can feel your body on top of his. Ghosting his fingers over your chest he could feel your soft heavy breathing, you're warm skin, your heartbeat.

You are alive.

Deliciously and utterly alive.

That very state that mocks him even now

But at the same time causes him to crave you more.

'nine hells, This is wrong so so wrong.' He mutters yet he does not stop.

To hypnotized on the warmness of your body in the gentle weight pressing down onto him. You are a lot softer than he imagined.

Despite being trained to harvest the souls of what he reaps he knows little to none about human anatomy. He knows how to fatally wound or even kill a human, What spots of the body are vital and fragile, and nothing more. As he feels his pants getting tighter, he ignores his primal urge for pure curiosity as his hands begin to dive underneath your pajama tops. His icy cold breath tickling your ear makes you stir, but he is too engrossed in the nubs on your chest to care.

You always liked your room being cold when you sleep but it feels like you're in an icebox. You let out a whimper as you slowly open your eyes to feel your nipples being squeezed and pulled by something cold. As if ice cold tools were playing and prodding and caressing your body making you shudder as you let out a moan. You thought this was me really a dream since nothing appears to be in your room who is causing you this weird pleasure, when you felt a hand around your mouth.

And a familiar voice in your ear you knew exactly who it was.

'You did this. Look at what you did to me. Isn't it time to reap what you sow?'It took your mind a while to fathom what Grim was talking about never mind the fact that He is now touching your body for God knows how long you were out, until you felt a poke at your backside the warmest thing you've been feeling. You grind your hips against it and grim returns the action with a groan.

'Even now you tease me? Fine I shall play your game, too.' He ends with a purr.