#its spooky month and i got reminded about this cartoon

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

she is just a creepie creecher

[preppernewstoday]

(Psst. The FTC asks me to remind everyone that this website includes affiliate links. This means that if you click on a link, you might earn a small commission. This doesn't increase the cost of the item or decrease its awesomeness. ~ Daisy) By the author The Faithful Prepper. At the moment, there are many articles on nuclear strikes. There are many. Given the current state of things, I have a morbid fascination with older nuclear PSAs (public services announcements). That's why I began to research the old British PSA Protect & Survive. These old PSAs are quite interesting, even though they may seem dark. These are some of the ones I found most interesting. (For real, current, yet practical nuclear survival information, check out our webinar tonight! This is my favorite of all the ones that I have found. These marionettes made of bizarre paper mache are used to inform people about what they should do to be safe. I have yet to figure out how that puppet got its strings to blink. This whole scenario is quite scary, has a Howdy Doody feel, and covers a lot of material. I don't think I would follow the advice of getting my cows to cover before i get myself covered. Although I understand the importance protecting food sources, I feel I have some more value than animals. The PSA has two booklets, "Your Livestock Can Survive Fallout" & "Your Family Survival Plan". I'm interested in these books. Cresson Kearny also recommends a 14-day supply. This is in line with Cresson Kearny’s statement that you will need to spend at most two weeks in any fallout shelter before you can think about going out for short periods. [embed]https://youtube.com/watch?v=n2djuNBHwrg[/embed] It's not clear if this was meant to be a PSA. Perhaps it's a mix of an old film noir detective movie and Andy Griffith. Andy Griffith without the happiness, I think. There's also a Twilight Zone ending. This video is a mix of everything 1950s TV has to offer. The entire video is a story about enemy bombers being seen over Canada as they travel to the US (Portland if I recall correctly). The script is moved along by a narrator as people race about trying to be prepared for what's coming. This is a longer video and doesn't provide much closure. It is entertaining, however. [embed]https://youtube.com/watch?v=ueEl7A7KaHA[/embed] This 1979 slideshow is cartoon-like and includes some general nuclear survival advice. It may be more interesting to you than mine. [embed]https://youtube.com/watch?v=TYtLVyMKdo0[/embed] This video is the accompaniment to the 1975 pamphlet I wrote about. This PSA is perhaps the most serious looking of all the ones I have reviewed. These sound effects are very eerie to help the British people understand what to listen for. I don't think this is the best advice. The cartoon atmosphere lends itself to the spooky atmosphere. [embed]https://youtube.com/watch?v=UgOybc8Jdoo[/embed] (Want to know how to store food?) To learn how to store food, download our QUICKSTART guide. This one is probably familiar to you as it was released by New York City about a month ago. A woman is shown on a green screen, telling people to shut down their windows if there's a nuclear attack coming. She also gives other advice. This one is not about the green screen. It's the timing. [embed]https://youtube.com/watch?v=N-5d7V4Sbqk[/embed] This 1951 film has a Gone With the Wind feel. It features actors demonstrating what you should do in the event that an attack occurs. I believe there is also footage of the Japanese atomic bombs being dropped. This footage appears to include some footage of the aftermath. [embed]https://youtube.com/watch?v=pDD9eufmqTk[/embed] This one is reminiscent of John Wayne's western style from 1950. Also, the audio throughout the whole thing is terrible. [embed]https://youtube.com/watch?v=Y0XawkZ7zj0[/embed] This 1959 PSA is reminiscent of a Hannah Barbara cartoon.

Jetson vibes can be found here. Although I cannot tell if there is actual nuke footage in the video, it's definitely Jetson vibes. The advice to "sit down and make the most of it" when you need to go to a shelter is helpful, as well as "don't let yourself be discouraged span> This, along with the cartoon-style smiley family preparing to survive a nuclear attack was a great touch. A raincoat might not be the best way to protect oneself from radiation, though. I could see gamma radiation, but not alpha particles. You won't get much from the raincoat. [embed]https://youtube.com/watch?v=y_gTGB6-9BQ[/embed] (Want to have uninterrupted access The Organic Prepper? Subscribe to our paid newsletter. ) Do you know of any other nuclear PSAs? What are your favorite eerie, most funny, or most bizarre things? Please leave your comments below. About Aden Aden Tate is a regular contributor to TheOrganicPrepper.com and TheFrugalite.com. Aden owns a microfarm in which he raises dairy goats and honeybees, as well as meat chickens, laying poultry, tomatoes, mushrooms, greens, and a pig. Aden is the author of four books: What School Should have Taught You, The faithful Prepper, An Arm and a leg, The Prepper's Guide for Post-Disaster Communications and Zombie Choices. His podcast, The Last American, can be found on Preppers Broadcasting Network.

[talesmaniac89]

The Magic of Halloween

Summary: Castiel x reader - The reader tries to show Cas what Halloween is when the angel is confused about the holiday.

Triggers: None, just fluff

Word Count: 2973

Y/N = Your name ¦ Y/H/C = Your Hair Colour

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Castiel had constantly been looking around warily as you put groceries into your basket. His brow furrowed as he kept stopping or turning around to look at things as you passed them. Sure the confused puppy dog look was kinda cute, but you were starving, and dinner still had to be made once you got back to the bunker. So honestly, you just wanted to finish shopping as soon as possible. Even if your crush was acting freaking adorable.

So as the angel stopped once more to look around as if the shop itself was part of the confusion your hand froze from here you’d been reaching out for the ground coffee to face him instead. The angel had gotten more used to humanity and all of its little quirks, but from time to time there were still some things you had to clarify.

“What’s up Cas?” You asked as you followed his gaze over to the snacks section to the left of you. Though you couldn’t really spot anything out of the ordinary. The aisle was a little over stocked, due to the season. But that shouldn’t cause that level of confusion in the angel.

“Why are there plastic skeletons hanging up around the store? And there are eyes in the candy section,” Castiel said, pointing towards the Halloween treats in the snack section before his eyes travelled up and over to some of the store’s Halloween decorations.

Of course, the holiday that was such a commonplace thing for you. Your favourite time of year, Halloween, wouldn’t be as usual for the angel. He didn’t have fond memories of dressing up as a kid and walking door to door asking for treats on the threat of tricks. Nor would he have memories of later years of watching bad horror movies with friends once you were too old to go trick or treating ‘cause it was no longer “cool”. To him October was only the tenth month in the year, nothing more. The angel had yet to experience the magic of Halloween. Where anyone could be anything.

“It’s for Halloween… It’s a celebration that stems from old the old Samhain celebration to ward off ghosts,” You said, knowing full well that your explanation was lacking. But hell, how did you explain something as strange as Halloween to an angel?

“So what do monsters and skeletons have to do with warding off ghosts? Sam and Dean use iron and salt,” Cas, the adorable puppy-eyed angel of the lord asked, clearly still confused as you both started walking through the store again to finish shopping as you tried to piece together a proper explanation.

“Well… It developed into this holiday where we embrace the scary stuff instead. Kids dress up as vampires, ghosts and other characters and go asking for candy. Some carve pumpkins… Like that one,” You said, nodding to one of the store decorations of the typical jack o lantern. “You decorate with scary stuff and watch scary movies. It’s like a celebration of spooky stuff,” You said with a shrug, slightly surprised by your own inability to properly explain your favourite time of year.

“So children dress as monsters?” Castiel asked, clearly still not getting the magic that was All Hallows Eve. “And they eat candy shaped like eyes?” He added throwing a quick look back in the direction of the snack aisle that was quickly growing smaller behind you.

“Yeah… Well, not all of the candy is shaped like that and some kids dress like princesses, or knights, or their favourite cartoon character,” You added as you gratefully reached out for the pie in Castiel’s hand to put it in the basket as you added a few other groceries in as well. “And adults dress up too, not just kids,”

“I don’t think I understand…” Castiel said after turning your words over his head a few times. His bright blue eyes still swimming in questions as he let his head fall a little to the side and the confused furrow in his brow grew. “Why do you do this?”

“Well… Honestly it’s mainly just for fun,” You said, smiling wryly as you gave up on giving the angel a satisfactory explanation of the holiday. “It has a history, but Halloween today, is more just about having fun and eating a metric ton of sweets,”

“Dressing up as bloodthirsty monsters doesn’t sound fun,” Cas said, still clearly unable to understand how those not living your messed up lives would see these types of scares and monster costumes as funny and exciting. 

To hunters, like with Sam and Dean, Halloween was a reminder of the things you had to give up to keep the rest of the world safe. A reminder that most people out there still slept soundly at night, blissfully unaware that the monsters they dressed up as once a year were in fact real. And to Cas, it probably seemed like something akin to playing with fire.

“Humanity is weird Cas, but sometimes we just need to feel alive. And I guess for some, Halloween let us feel that,” You said with a shrug, wandering slowly past fake cobwebs and grinning skeletons towards the registers.

Yet, though you had mainly given up on giving the angel a sufficient explanation, due to your inability to put the nostalgia and the thrilling feel of butterflies in your stomach that came with Halloween into words, Cas still looked confused and unsure. Making up your mind you decided that in some cases it was better to show, rather than tell. And hell, you would never pass by the opportunity to spend some quality alone time with your crush.

“Look,” You said with a soft smile as you turned to face him fully in the aisle, moving your basket from one hand to the next whilst Castiel kept the other full one still in his arm, as if the weight didn’t bother him. “Let’s go out on Halloween Eve. I’ll show you what it is,”

Castiel’s sky blue eyes brightened and the last clouds of confusion faded as he smiled at you with a small timid nod. Happy to get to spend more time with you, though you at that time interpreted the happy smile as just plain happiness at the imminent answers to his many questions. Both of you blissfully unaware of the other’s feelings as you planned your Halloween date-that-wasn’t-a-date.

—

“What is this place?” Castiel was turning to look in all directions as you happily pulled him along into the Halloween Fun Fair that had been set up close to the Men of Letters bunker. His eyes jumping from decorations, to the many kids in costumes and on again to the many booths. His big blue eyes mirrored the many lights and lanterns as he took it all in. The way the angel looked like a kid in a candy store had a thousand tiny butterflies tickle your heart and soul as you hid a smile and glanced around, taking in the sights around you.

“A fun fair. There’s booths, rides, a haunted house, and even a hay ride,” You said, stretching your hands above you before gesturing for Castiel to follow you over to the ticket booth. “Let’s have fun!”

“Yes,” Though Castiel answered with the positive, he still looked slightly confused as he followed you towards the ticket booth. Stopping from time to time to look at the happy, laughing children dressed as vampires, ghouls and even an angel. The small smile on his lips at their adorable costumes not lost to you as you smiled at the bighearted angel. He just had so much love in him, for all of humanity. No matter if they were in costume or not.

“(Y/N)?” Castiel called out for you, stopping you in your steps halfway towards the ticket booth, his eyes still focused on the little girl dressed as an angel. For a second you both just stood still, waiting for his question, though none came as he seemed to struggle to formulate it. “Why do people dress as things opposite to what they are, to humans?”

“It’s tradition… But I guess it’s so that they can be something different for a day?” You said, looking at the many little witches and monsters running around, mixed with astronauts and cowboys and many other of the big dreams of little children. Biting your lip and furrowing your brow you decided to add to your last statement. “And some do it to live a different life, to live a dream and be what they’ve always wished they could be,”

Castiel’s soft smile stayed in place as he turned from the crowd of costumed kids and adults to look over at you instead. Though there was something slightly wistful in his eyes, a dream he couldn’t fulfill by putting on a costume.

“I think I can understand that,”

—

“Cas! Let’s go to the haunted house next,” You said, smiling and excited. You had long since forgotten your original mission of letting the angel see what Halloween was all about and were now instead just enjoying the time you got to spend with him. Alone among a crowd of people.

“Haunted? Should we call Sam and Dean?” Castiel said, looking worried as his eyes went to the many kids running around high on sugar and candy floss. “We should also get the children out of here…”

“No, it’s not actually haunted. It’s an attraction… Something fun like the carousel we just tried,” You said, holding back a chuckle as you knew the angel’s heart was in the right place. Though you knew Sam and Dean Winchester wouldn’t appreciate you calling them in on a faux-burn-and-salt on Halloween when they finally got a night off. “I heard the people in line for the last ride say it was really scary,”

“Why do you want to be scared?” Cas asked, though he followed you either way. Hurrying behind you and smiling as you turned to walk backwards to speak to him. Your happy mood slightly contagious as you bounced around as if you were suddenly a little girl again, not the cynical hunter that life had molded you into.

“‘Cause… It’s fun!” You said with a laugh, offering up your hand as the angel kept being jostled around by the running kids and adults in a hurry to try everything. “It makes our hearts beat faster, and we feel alive,”

“So does this… Human contact I mean,” Castiel said, his hand touching yours, though his words were lost to you over the hustle and bustle of the busy fun fair, and the angel chose to not repeat himself when you asked him what he had said. Instead locking the words deep inside as he continued watching you with a smile. Inexplicably happy, just because you were happy.

—

“Shit!” You laughed off the swear words that left you as another one of the props in the haunted house jumped out at you. Loving the way your stomach tickled with each jump scare as you carefully maneuvered your way through the Haunted House. They had really gone all out on this one. It was truly a masterpiece among haunted houses. Or at least fake haunted houses.

“Are you ok?” Almost as soon as you jumped, Cas was right next to you, his deep voice in your ear to make sure you heard him over the sound effects of the house and one arm protectively held in front of you whilst the other reached for his angel blade. Ready to smite some Halloween decorations. 

He had done that several times throughout your walk, ready to protect you every time something jumped out at the two of you. And honestly it made your heart beat faster than any jump scare ever could.

“I’m fine Cas, none of this is real,” You said with a soft smile, giving the angel’s arm a squeeze to stop him from producing the angel blade and stabbing the animatronic. Honestly, you didn’t even know what would happen if the angel blade came into contact with electricity. And you’d rather not find out.

“I know. I am sorry. It just looks real,” Castiel said with a sigh, his arm dropping from his blade without a fight as he let you lead the way further through the house. The lights of the outside fair finally coming through up front for you as you rounded the corner with no major additional jump scares.

“It’s fine… I like that you try to protect me…” You said, and though you’d meant for the words to drown in the background noises and sound effects of the haunted house, the sound effects failed you once you reached the exit, making your words ring clear. You could feel your cheeks heat up as you gave a silent gasp, as if to breathe the embarrassing word back in to hide them in the part of your heart you kept secret from everyone.

Yet, Castiel heard them clearly, stopping just outside the Haunted House before stepping out of the path of exiting people and pulling you wordlessly by the wrist towards him. His eyes serious, yet warm as they peered down at you.

“If I could I would always protect you (Y/N), from everything,” Castiel said, his voice deep and words ringing honest and true. Of course he would. You knew he would never let anyone harm those close to him. Because any harm coming to Dean, Sam or yourself would hurt him too. At his words and the realisation of how the angel probably interpreted your words your embarrassment waned, though you feared your smile probably followed. Softening into a weaker version of its former self.

“I know Cas, you always do so much for the Winchesters and me,” You said, biting your lip and looking down to hide how it secretly hurt you that you were just a friend, a family member to the angel. After all, if that’s what he wanted you to be, that would be where you’d stay, safely within his group as you hid your true feelings deep in your heart.

“No… I mean I want to protect you…” Castiel sounded slightly frustrated at himself, stopping his own sentence with an agitated sigh as he bent slightly to try and look into your eyes from where you tried to compose yourself behind (Y/H/C) strands of hair. “(Y/N)…” Cas continued once his eyes locked with yours, the questioning way he looked at you, urging you to answer as you looked up and fully faced him again. Ready and composed quickly after years spent on undercover hunts.

“Yeah?”

“I think I finally understand Halloween,” Castiel said, an unfamiliar hint of hesitance to his tone as the angel tried to choose his words carefully. His eyes glancing away from you as he instead once more focused on the decorations, lanterns, and happy people parting like a sea around the two of you.

“Yeah? So you get the magic now then?” You said, making your voice sound chirpier and happier than it was as you smiled at him. At least your smile was true, you were happy for the angel who wanted to know everything about the world. Happy that he had learned something new.

“Yes… It’s a day where people smile a lot, where they try to make their hearts race and their dreams come true,” Cas said, his explanation warming your heart as you smiled. As your smile reached him, his eyes turned serious and he focused on you again. “I want that too… But not just today... I want it every day,”

“What do you mean Cas?” You said, your smile fading as confusion replaced your original elation at the angel’s understanding. Did he want to celebrate Halloween every day of the year? Or just for the four of you, Dean, Sam, him and you, to be happy, always? Yet before you could let the questions build in your mind the angel in front of you blew them all away with two simple sentences.

“I want that with you. To smile with you, to make your heart race, to make my dream of being together with you come true,” Cas said, the deep baritone of his voice sending electric shocks into your heart as his features stayed serious as if to underline the honesty in his words and his wish.

“What are you…” You started, barely getting the words out through the cotton mouth that had developed from the first shock of words that sounded suspiciously like a confession of feelings much past that of friendship and family. Yet, before you could even finish your question, Castiel supplied you with an answer.

“I am in love with you (Y/N),” The sound of that handful of words leaving the angel, your angel, seemed to magically blanket everything around you. Silencing the joyful screams from the haunted house behind you and the laughter from the cotton candy booth in front of you. Leaving only his words to fill your world in a sea of soundless static as your heartbeat set the rhythm. Your own words coming easier now as your smile grew, spreading as happy tears threatened to spill.

“Me too Cas, I want that every day too,” You said, your words barely a whisper, though your angel caught every one of them as he smiled cautiously, before slowly, almost painfully so, leaning down and brushing his lips against you in the ghost of a kiss. The kiss quickly deepening as you responded in kind and the two of you, angel and hunter, shared a sweet kiss under the warm, soft glow of the many lanterns before walking hand in hand through the fair.

That, that was the true magic of Halloween.

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hellraiser 3 funtime carnival, pt 2

PREVIOUSLY

so my dude @yvenly, unbeknownst to me, loves a hellraiser and has a fuckin shirt of the scary man that he was wearing while reading the first part. jake assures me that the scary man is not going to come and get me and nothing i own is haunted. i trust jake, so fortunately i am able to continue what i started to do the other night, which is watch a scary gory movie starring a space angel. i can confirm it is both gory and scaring me. let me remind you, me, and god that i am only 20 minutes into it, and it took exactly 6 minutes to get to the point where i was gently pissing myself. i shudder to think what the remaining hour and ten minutes hold.

i would very much enjoy if it held more of this:

and less deep crimson rivers, but i know i'm wishing for too much.

hot topic is making breakfast, terribly. this charred, molten husk, for instance, lying atop a burner, is either toast or a severed steak. i think it's toast. everything is burning and she should stop. now, just last night, hot topic was bumming smokes, recklessly flipping curtains open, sitting on the couch weird, and emptying the contents of her backpack all over the floor. but now all of a sudden it's "hey what's up let me make breakfast", so, great, now i'm invested in this blossoming love story. god, what if hot topic dies??? i don't think i could handle that. she and joey are friends now! hot topic's trying to make her food to repay her kindness! it's all fine with me as you might guess.

hot topic's name actually is... terry... or teri... or something. hmmmm. i like to imagine the mental force of will required to not constantly go "yeah?" at your own name not being used to address you. acting!

here's where it starts to cross over into the gay danger zone, when hot topic says it's her first time cooking. and the turn of phrase she uses is that she's a... kitchen... virgin...?

is that... so...?

joey offers to boil some water and says it's a specialty of hers and they laugh awkwardly like two heteros having a hetero time. joey also starts to make a suggestion to hot topic, and i thought to myself, "is she going to tell her to go watch cartoons?" and that's Exactly what she fucking did. i bet hot topic is a big fan of the snorks.

that cookbook appears to be campbell's microwave cookbook, which is wonderful on about 15 different levels. microwave cookbook being levels one through ten.

hot topic dances on the edge of the gay event horizon by sneaking a peek in joey's closet Come On Now is this for real

and joey is apparently not that great with toast either so i don't know how these girls are going to feed each other after they defeat the hellraiser and get married.

one LITTLE detail left out until the change in camera angle is that hot topic isn't wearing any pants. that seems like it was pretty important information for me to have, for the f/f hellraiser 3 fanfic i am now writing.

everything is all fine and dandy until the music starts going again and hot topic gets upset. she really loves it here. she wants the movie to flip into a lesbian romcom instead of being the mind-crushing hack-and-slash that it is. you guys what if she gets hacked and slashed?! oh god i don't want it

"uhhh a guy's head exploded in the first six minutes; we can't go back." yes, joey has to solve this mystery, which, i mean, she's braver than me; if i watched a guy get blasted all over the hospital walls after chains pulled his head apart i'd have a repressed memory that wouldn't resurface until years and years later, at which point i'd pass out in the grocery store as a grown adult with kids or something, and when i came to i'd remember the hell out of it and wouldn't stop screaming until my vocal chords snapped.

oh my good god

there's something important happening here but all i heard was "we're going shopping." forrrrrr strap-ons?

oh, they came to the hobo man's art gallery that's only open at night, and that i keep calling the pyramidhead gallery in my head. also check out those pants. yikesaroo! i can hear 1992's sears catalog calling from a landfill!

gracious me this whole ensemble! noooo.

"maybe they're closed." they're not closed, they just cannot let you in dressed like you belong in a parade on stilts. it will offend the art and we'll have more bad guys roaming around in the spooky shadows.

some man with a dog across the street says the pyramidhead gallery is closed every day, except for he apparently doesn't know it's open exclusively at 12:01 am. he says it's been there for months, closed. hot topic says that's bs; her boyfriend just bought something there last week. ew so the boyfriend that threw her out is imitation danny zuko. girl, run far away because that guy's busy communing with unholy messenger rats.

then for no reason at all, this poor pup gets dragged away by its neck, growling because dogs know stuff. does the dog also know its owner is an irresponsible sack of shit who needs to learn what a proper harness is? sheesh.

"chill," hot topic says. "there's a back door, right?" and then she pulls a lock pick out of her tits. like, not on a chain or anything, so i guess it was just resting freely in her cleavage. another important detail for my fanfiction.

there are more ugly paintings inside but joey gets right down to business and finds a file drawer that's pretty much exactly like every file drawer we have at work. just full of accordion folders with papers shoved in them.

"ughhh," joey says, "this is gonna take Forever." i literally... had that moment with my boss at work yesterday trying to find some paperwork. but it's not gonna take forever, not with the music going, it's not...!

the most illuminating revelation is that the gallery is a total scam; everything they have comes from bankruptcy sales, high school art classes, insane asylums... wait, what? uh oh.

uhhhhh ohhhhhhh.

thankfully we leave immediately and head straight back to the loser room. yeahhhh fistbump brah! fistbumps existed in 1992! imagine that. we can truly trace all tradition back to our ancestors.

danny zuko spies a hot blonde and motions to his mark sheppard-looking bartender that he wants to hit that, so the bartender pulls a rose out from the... ice bin...? "here babe take a cold-ass rose" "oh baby the frozen petals are burning me up" - is that what's supposed to happen?

so danny zuko comes over, the girl's like, "oh, it's you~" and he tells her she's beautiful she says "oh no there's lots of girls here more beautiful than me" and he pretends like he cares about how she feels blah blah blah

and then we come to sex noises so the arctic rose worked pretty well. i think i'll spare you a screenshot of the actual sex; i'd rather take a picture of a head split in half. my favorite part though is that he constantly has his hands on her tits so you don't see any nip. so we can watch the other graphic shit we've seen and yet we're not allowed to look at a boob? the fuck?

oh ps the statue is in the background, watching them.

and at the exact moment danny zuko comes (ugh) the statue's eyes open. ohhhhhhhhhhhohohoho fcukinggfkhgkldhgl

then the eyes close again.

hot topic and joey are back at her apartment. joey's broken out of a pair of scully specs so i guess things have gotten serious in here.

hot topic prepares to walk out the door and joey is like HOLD ON???? WHY LEAVE??

she's trying to get some tape and succeeds and this is extremely untoward and i am offended!!!

hot topic guesses joey got what she needed, and prepares to show herself out. joey's face immediately falls and she's like no????? and she invites hot topic to stay in her spare room.

hot topic gets very emotional and says that's great, and offers to do breakfast! oh boy!!

even at the thought of inedible trash breakfast, joey is thrilled. this is Fucking Gay

"so cool... Radical!"

the girl danny just boned stands in front of this painting which, to be honest with you? kind of looks like dukat? maybe dukat if he roided up before the reckoning.

danny's already done with this and has important things to do like getting a scuff off his ugly red cowboy boots. it all goes south pretty fast.

"but you gave me a rose."

"and tomorrow, i'll give one to somebody else." ooooooh

"you shit," the girl says, speaking the truth.

there's yelling, the girl backs up toward the statue, i'm biting my nails because something's clearly gonna happen

LAUGHS NERVOUSLY OHHHHHH NOOOOOOO

chains, chains, it's always chains, hooked chains come out of the statue and sink into her. danny zuko, for as vile as he is, didn't plan this at all as even he's like "what the ffffuuuuuuccckkkk"

hello!! furby's awake!

the statue gets one more hook right into her forehead and then? and THEN, the all-time grossest fucking thing happens, and i swear to god i'm not making this up but also you're kidding if you think i'll actually screenshot it: the hook pulls THE ENTIRETY OF THE GIRL'S SKIN OFF HER BODY IN ONE SHOT, and THEN, STILL ALIVE and screaming bloody fucking murder, the girl, looking like a page out of any muscular system biology book, is DIGESTED BY THE STATUE.

and then once properly absorbed, her face appears SO ALL THE FACES ON THIS STATUE ARE PEOPLE WHO'VE BEEN SKINNED AND EATEN HKFLGRHLGKLSKB I'M SCREECHING

i guess a nutritious meal was just the thing to get ol stoneface back to normal. HE'S HERE, THIS IS HIM, THIS IS THE GUY!! jake says his name is pinhead? just going to call him pincushion, hope that's okay. honestly it's more like nailcushion, those look like a bunch of nails sticking out of him. why does he love metal so much!!!

and all danny zuko has to say is "jesus christ!" like he couldn't even pretend to barf.

and pinhead FUCKING RESPONDS: "not quite." buddy, i'll say.

he starts getting poetic and i never expected him to have an accent. who do you think you are, shakespeare? i've never heard of shakespeare writing a scene where taming of the shrew ends with a flesh barbecue.

pinhead does one fun thing which is compare himself to danny zuko, which in my mind is exactly right but danny zuko cries and whines and says "no that's fuckin evil man!!!" yeah, just. like. you!

according to pinhead, there's no good, there's no evil, only flesh. is this what he does, just eats people? i didn't expect this either.

"you will help me," he says.

no Fuckin way danny zuko says, bringing out a gun like this is going to do anything other than increase pinhead's desire for flesh cakes.

oh my god and then pinhead laughs and says "how touching, that is the gun you used to kill your parents?" LMAO WHAT????

zuko unloads the gun and pinhead spits every bullet out of his mouth. just lets em drop right out onto the floor. danny zuko then drops his gun.

looks like you're in this for the long haul, pal!

he drops to the floor and starts sobbing. puny man sobbing in his boxers dot jpg.

there is a place, pinhead says, at his right hand for this manchild. yucky.

aaaand true to form, danny zuko takes a minute to think it over and then signs right up. this is so insulting to danny zuko; maybe i ought to start calling him his real name which is JP, which also is not really a name.

meanwhile, joey is full on channeling murphy brown and lookin cute. her friendly grandpa cameraman runs up to give her a package. something for her story? mmm something for something. grandpa cameraman, ever a decent person (oh god what if HE dies?) says if there's any way he can help, just give him a call. i think the first thing he can do to help is contact a priest specializing in exorcisms, get to that statue, and end this before it starts hopping railroad tracks.

scully specs are back on, tape is in the vcr, quest to quit smoking is shot, and we are go.

the tape is of a girl in a room at what looks like that asylum that was referenced before, and she's talking about The Box.

"demons," she says. "demons live in the box." well girl, we are way past that, the demons are out of the box, in statues, in hospitals, that box barely has anything to do with anything anymore.

"it's a gateway to hell." yeaarrrrgghhhhh somebody close it, then!

this is a really nice shot, i just wanted to stop everything and have you look at it. hands!

uhhh thennn the tv switches to an image of a dude

and that dude

starts talking

to joey

NOOOOOOOOPE

"she's telling the truth, joey," this guy that sounds Suspiciously like pinhead says.

joey tries to rewind the tape to see what the hell that was, but there's nothing out of the ordinary there... nnnnggghhhhgdhflk

anyway, demons live in the box. it "opens itself", they come out, that's the sitch. fuck all this.

s-s-s-speaking of the b-b-b-box, here it is at joey's apartment, where hot topic is currently all alone. god if anything happens to her i will be devastated beyond belief. pleeeease don't eat her please don't eat her.

hot topic stares at the box the same way i stare at the box: with off-the-charts trepidation. but she notices what i also noticed, that it looks a little different, like now it has color.

"man, joey must've polished you up some, huh?" oh no please don't

i'm pretty much. gonna shit. please put it down please please please joey will be so sad if you are dead and i can't take it!

oh god and then the phone rings and she puts it down thank jesus

absoLutely not the phone call i wanted her to get.

jp wants hot topic to come over. no no, no, no no no, no, and no!

pleeeeeease just wait for joey to get home she'll protect you and you can both be safe! if you go over to jp you're literally going to be devoured by a hell beast aaaaahhhhhhhh

well thank the lord she says she just can't and slams down the phone. score one for pure love! can you win against the delicate softness of girls being nice to each other, pinhead, can you?!

uh wait, then hot topic triggers joey's messages and it sounds like cameraman telling her she got a job that she wanted across the country. ??? what happened to pure love?!

joey comes home and the place is just a sty. it's dark and hot topic's not there.

and she finds this note that says, "enjoy monterey, you liar".

welp, love is dead and the demons are coming! might as well start breaking ourselves down into bite-sized chunks!

that's all for this evening. we’ll have another fun jaunt tomorrow! now, what do you think is the best technique for cutting off your own arm? just grab a hacksaw and go to town?