#its the twink from fear and hunger

[espiritesaint]

"Eeh, well that's a freaky suggestion, but fine."

HES FREAKYYTTYYYY!!!!

[rubyss]

i cant even find any gifsets worth reblogging about this movie and all the decent ones include the part i hated the absolute most. my notes i wroted as i watched below the cutttttt

ok city of the living dead. watching it on the tv so sadly i have to see ads this time

oh so this is from flat 1980? which means itll be more like a 70s movie

digging this intro music. simple but niceys

THE PRIESTTTTTT

is this some hp lovecraft shit ?

tubi runs like shit on a tv

this woman looks like the twink from fear and hunger

oh the priest is being hanged i thought he was flying

wow not even 3 minutes in and we have a zombie and a title drop

oh the twink girl died

cant place what accent this guy has

he sounds dubbed in? this is a special edition so maybe he is

why is the detective staring at this womans lack of eyelids so much

oh this is an italian movie. maybe it is dubbed?

okay looking it up the movie does hold some inspiration from lovecraft. yay i was right but boo lovecraft

FUCKING BLOWUP SEX DOLL IN THE ABANDONED SCARY HOUSE?????? AND YOURE GONNA FUCK IT???????????

jesus thats a lot of gore. oh my god.

theres a lot of closeups on peoples eyes in this movie. is that a director thing or a date thing

i aint never had a beer that made me see ghouls or demons

they dont make doors with little diamond windows in em anymore. why not.

ohhh cuted kitty. wait why are we talking about incest.

i dont think ive seen a woman that isnt blonde yet. i see enough of those at work

why are you interrupting this womans therapy session to complain about your personal problems.

i dont know if a kitten could claw you that badly

TALKING ABOUT PORN AND EATING LUNCH OVER AN OPEN COFFIN?

they put a mirror in the coffin? interesting

im all for fuck work but damn just leaving someone half buried? rough

oh fuckkkkkk shes alive. well they kept showing her so i figured

this dude is stupid as fuck. hears banging and screaming from the casket behind me well whatever. bye.

i dont know if your fingers would start bleeding this quickly

she is wasting ALL of her air

oh is he going to dome her with the pickaxe

you KNOW SOMEONE IS IN HERE. BE A LITTLE MORE CAREFUL??????

oh its the sex doll guy. i forgot about him.

okay this isnt even a zombie thing this guy is just nasty. youre not even rotting dude you found those worms and gore somewhere else.

writes BOB in all caps and circles it in the middle of a graph i was already writing on

women will not be interested in sex and their boyfriends will say what the devil is wrong ????

cars love to not start its their favorite thing

GETS SO SCARED I CRY BLOOD

okay this might be like a demonic thing not a scared thing. EW WHAT IS THAT

oh they were REALLY obsessed with gore in these movies huh. christ this is a bit over much

stopped paying attention for a minute bc that was nasty. why did they name that kid john-john

aw god dammit is it gonna happen again. ok thank god. well we arent outta the woods yet but still

well THIS girl doesnt get a coffin mirror. so wtf.

is this kid gonna get got. john-john look out!!!!

okay no he just got scared. i also cant tell what accent he has.

this guys beard and hair look like theyre made of plastic

oh shit sex doll guy is still alive? i get surprised every time

CASUAL MISOGYNY LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

aw fuck grandma died

im tryin to have a drink can we not have anyone else spill their guts PLEASE

they NEED to make the woman seem like a hysterical freak who needs A Man to lean on. brother theres a living corpse in here.

my EVIL zombies that make my WINDOW EXPLODE and my WALLS BLEED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

they built the cursed town on the…. ruins? of salem? so i guess in this world salem was destroyed

a new woman who ISNT blonde! and sex doll guy is here too!

she put a blunt in her pants?

is this dude gonna drill a guy to death just for being in his garage. what a freak. NEVER go to massachussetts

i think you go to jail for doing this even to an intruder. you dont get to impale someone's head on a drill even if they were in your car

know theres other arlingtons around the country but im taking this one as a TEXAS MENTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i look away for ONE SECOND and theyre being pelted by. maggots ?

fuckkkkkk john-john look outttttttttt theres GHOULS

this is definitely the most interesting zombie theyve shown thus far. sorry about the third traumatic event in a row john-john

okay the music cut off was kinda funny

im getting bored i want hummus and crackers………………

ahhhhh we missed the TIME CONSTRAINTS and now the DEMONS APPEAR

fucked up how these things can kill you just by looking at you too long. they keep saying the people die from fright but fright doesnt do this shit to you.

everyone in this fuckin movie dies before their 50s

the wetted rat appears

this woman is so scared of fucking rats. people are dying in the streets.

people in this movie die and become half rotten INSTANTLY

oh the girl twink is dying again. this is like the third time this has happened for her. whatever.

nice stained glass tomb brother

theres not much dialogue in this end sequence. i think this entire movie could have had no dialogue and not suffered for it

STOP FUCKING CRYING BLOOD I SWEAR TO GOD

STABBED HIM THROUGH THE DICK WITH A CRUCIFIX???

cock destruction has eradicated ALL zombies. cbt is the anser

2nite we watching city of the living dead and this is already more interesting than slaughter high

[awkward-gay-bro]

T.H.B. Cody Christian Stephen Amell and Tyler Hoechlin

Cody Christian had been invited to have lunch with his buddies on set, hoping to make a cameo appearance to make his way into a full blown role in the DC television universe. Tyler and Stephen were working on yet another cross over saga, this one promising to be so big that even the Arrow would be back from the grave. The guys were pretty excited to catch up and just shoot the shit when a new director approached them with a proposal for Cody to join the team. He asked them all to join him on set in character, and said he would download them all with his ideas there. 

When the guys arrived they were surprised to find the set completely vacant. Stephen and Tyler started looking around trying to find the new director, while Cody was just excited for the new opportunity. As the lights started to dim the new director walked in and silently handed each of the men a script, turned on each of the cameras, and aimed them at the men. 

“Time to get into character,” the director said, “to see if Cody here fits the role, we wanted each of you to do a read together. This will tell us if the three of you have chemistry.”

The guys read through the first couple pages of the script when the director stopped them, “No, no, this just isn’t meshing. I’m just not feeling the chemistry. Sorry boys.”

Cody’s heart sank as he really wanted to play a superhero, so he pleaded for another chance.

“Well there may be one way to increase your chemistry. I need each of you to take one of these, and then we will run through the script again,” the director said while handing a pill to each of the actors. Cody took his instantly, but his friends took a moment longer, not wanting to take a drug they didn’t recognize. And neither of them could understand how a drug was going to make them better actors. As far as they knew, that’s not how performance enhancing drugs worked. They knew how much this meant to their friend, though, so they both begrudgingly took their pills. Once they were all on board, the director handed them a new set of scripts, claiming they’d need a fresh story to really show the raw chemistry. 

The new script seemed a little fruity to the guys, but they figured that was just to really show off the chemistry. They read through the first couple of pages when each of them felt the drugs start to kick in. It started with a heat emanating throughout them, and then a tingle spread across their bodies. 

Tyler Hoechlin was the first to realize something was wrong. As Cody and Stephen carried on the flirting between their characters, his head started to get dizzy. He was having a hard time finding his place in the script and an even harder time keeping his eyes off of the way Stephen’s body filled out the leather of his costume. He’d never found himself attracted to a man before, but Stephen Amell was definitely a prime specimen of masculinity he told himself. It’s not gay to look, he thought. But as his body tingled more and more his thoughts got dirtier and dirtier. He started picturing himself in all sorts of degrading positions with his two actor friends. As his thoughts drifted his suit got tighter and tighter as his muscles began to grow. Soon he grew taller as his shoulders expanded outwards. His suit was almost giving way, so tight now that you could see every crevice of his six, now eight-pack through the spandex. His already notable rear shifted in suit, now two rock solid mounds pushing out so far you could see it outlined through his cape. His eyes swirled in color until they landed on a radiant blue, the same color and vibrancy as his suit while his lips filled out and grew almost as rosy as his cape. Finally, his package grew to obscene lengths, and with his already ballooning posterior the spandex around his waist was pushed to its limit. 

Stephen was really getting into his character, he’d never been one to judge and had no qualms about playing a gay man. It was kind of funny how his character was expected to admire the other two men’s muscles considering he was the tallest and best built of the three men. It was obvious to him that the director had just handed them random parts and hadn’t thought about the best person for each role. As his character was supposed to gaze in to Cody’s eyes, Stephen was confused to find himself looking straight on instead of having to look down. At 5’8, Cody stood a whole five inches shorter than Stephen himself. But as he continued to read his lines he was no longer looking straight across, but had to look up a little higher and higher just to maintain eye contact. As he looked down he saw his clothes growing baggier and baggier, he was swimming in the once form fitting leather outfit. Stephen had been so engulfed in his role that he hadn’t even noticed he’d loss half his mass. As he looked down at his new slim frame, his body began to itch all over as his body and facial hair pulled back inside until he was as smooth as the day he was born. His face began to tingle as his eyelashes fluttered out and his rugged face smoothed out into a cherubic visage. As he stripped off his suit to see his new form, he found that not only had his muscles shrank, but his once proud manhood had dwindled down into almost nothing. He tried to pull his pants back up, but even at his smaller stature he could no longer get his pants to button around his waist. Turning around he saw that his ass had not only refrained from shrinking but had bubbled out into something truly massive. He grabbed a handful of his cheeks and found that whereas they were previously buns of steel he now had two jiggling mounds of fat, the only real fat on his altered body. The feeling of something touching his ass instantly shot his a jolt of electricity through his tiny pecker. His mind drifted from fear into hunger, as he started to imagine what it would be like to have someone bigger manhandling his ass. 

Cody wanted to keep reading the scene in the script, but he was too terrified by the real scene that was unfolding in front of him. The two men he’d known for years were gone, replaced by distorted versions of themselves. As the tingle in his body spread, that was quickly shrouded by an overwhelming feeling of desire. Looking down at the now smaller Stephen Amell, he couldn’t help but imagining ravaging that delicious ass. He wanted to dominate the twink in front of him, and he wanted to grab hold of the Adonis right after. While he was lost in his fantasies he didn’t notice as he shot up a foot in height until he was even taller than his superman clad friend. The clothes he was wearing were shredded down the back as his shoulders doubled in width and his muscles all over his body stretched to their limit. The once clean cut man’s hair started to grow wildly until he looked more likely a grizzly than a man. A thin layer of fat started to form over all of his new found muscle, making him look sturdy as opposed to cut. Though he started out as the youngest man on set, he was rapidly aging until he was the even older than the director who’d been watching them. As his hunger finally took over he pulled the twink in front of him into his embrace. Luckily the little guy was never able to get his pants all the way up around his rear, so Cody was able to spin him around and slide right in. 

Stephen moaned in ecstasy as he finally got all the way into character as the muscle worshiping twink. Tyler was feeling left out, so he quickly joined his two friends planting a kiss on the older man who was currently inside the little twink. The twink tugged at the giant himbo’s suit trying to get it loose to no avail, so Tyler gave him a little help and ripped a whole in the crotch of his suit. While the bigger men made out over top of him, Stephen stuck his face directly into the massive globes above his head. While thrusting rapidly into his twink, Cody’s final transformation began to happen, his dick growing to massive proportions inside of Stephen. Stephen felt the growth within him and climaxed in a way he never had before, waves of pleasure filling his body. 

The director sat back in his chair, enjoying the fruits of his labor play out. The three men in front of him finally had the chemistry needed to star in a production together, just not the kind they had originally hoped for.

[classywastelandbread-blog]

Dawn Goes Down to Day

A continuation of Eden Sank to Grief that I only kind of promised.

Hopefully this will convince @tevokkia and @ohayokuroneko to forgive me for breaking their hearts :P

It was hard to get used to being around Hanzo again. Really it was ridiculous - it was as if in a single moment, in that singular decision to remove the plants that clung to his lungs and heart had turned him into an entirely different person.

And yet…

The old Hanzo would smile - it was rare, just a tiny quirk of the lips or a gentle glimmer in his eyes, but it had been there. Now the new Hanzo didn’t smile as if the mere concept of it was foreign to him. The new Hanzo didn’t laugh, either and McCree had never known how much he loved to hear it.

What McCree wouldn’t give to hear it again - what he wouldn’t pay to watch the archer’s face light up again.

Because if anyone asked McCree (and no one would), he would say that Hanzo’s smile was as bright as the sun and his laughter more beautiful than...more beautiful than…

Well, he wasn’t much of a poet but he would kill a thousand men - a thousand, thousand men - just to hear him laugh, to see him smile again.

But he...but Hanzo...Hanzo was his - would always be, in some way - in his fucked-up mind and he...and Hanzo was a treasure that McCree could, would, and did hoard.

He just hated that he didn’t see what ailed him until Hanzo had already gone under the knife.

So he did what he could when he was allowed to. He distracted Genji to let Hanzo escape and brought food to his quarters the first few days while Hanzo got used to the new sensation.

McCree was the first person that Hanzo really spoke to afterwards and he joined McCree in “their” spot the third night after his surgery. “I can’t really taste,” Hanzo said, his voice dead and robotic when McCree pointed out that Hanzo did not have his sake gourd with him. “So I suppose your swill is sufficient.”

“I was...worried for you,” McCree said to Hanzo.

Hanzo said nothing back but when he returned the bottle to McCree, he nudged his shoulder.

Things didn’t get better, but they learned to work around it.

Hanzo didn’t laugh, didn’t smile, so McCree filled up the slack. His face hurt from contorting it so, but he would rather this pain than to suffer Hanzo’s unfeeling silence.

It was difficult for the team to get used to as well.

Hanzo was even more withdrawn but this time it was not quite of his own will. Where he was reluctant to interact, with no feelings of guilt or shyness or awkwardness, he participated more. He did not participate on Hana’s stream and she didn’t really ask him to because there was just something so heartbreaking about Hanzo’s...emptiness.

But there were good things about having an Empty One on the team, they soon learned. Hanzo couldn’t feel - emotions, pain, fatigue - so he could go much longer than the rest of the team. The downside was that he had no concept of when he needed to stop and could - and had, fortunately only in training simulations - go on until his body literally gave out on him.

They couldn’t afford a spotter or a person on Hanzo-babysitting duty while in the field but they learned to look out for them and as an extension each other.

It turned out that hunger was an emotion removed from Hanzo so McCree made sure to stay on the lookout for Hanzo around mealtimes. McCree had long since fallen into the habit of rigid meals so that he himself would remember to eat and Hanzo admitted - without shame or guilt or surprise as he could no longer feel these things - that he now appreciated what he had once thought was a silly quirk of McCree’s.

McCree smiled even though it hurt him to do so. “Anything to help, Han,” he said and Hanzo didn’t smile but it looked like he considered it.

A week after Hanzo was released from Angela’s care (not completely, because none of them could ever truly escape her) he met with McCree in “their” spot to drink. “It feels like freefall,” Hanzo said though McCree had never asked. “Those first few seconds when you’re falling. I keep expecting to feel something but...nothing is there.”

McCree nodded and took a swig of his whiskey before handing the bottle back to Hanzo. “I’m surprised you don’t bring out your good sake,” he said neutrally.

“I cannot taste it,” Hanzo replied. “There is no point in wasting it on someone who cannot taste or properly appreciate it. Maybe I will give it to Genji.”

They sat in silence. Cold was another thing that Hanzo didn’t feel but McCree still offered the edge of his serape.

“Does it bother you?” Hanzo asked.

“No,” McCree said honestly. “Ain’t bothered by much. It’s yer choice and none ‘o my business, ‘sides.”

Hanzo peered at him, his eyes lingering shamelessly. “Do you want to see it?”

Almost surprised, McCree turned to look at him. “What?”

“It” was the cursed growth that Angela had removed from Hanzo’s lungs and heart and throat, the affliction that had so nearly killed Hanzo and left behind a ropy scar in a cross over his chest. McCree was morbidly curious - as much as he could be - and followed Hanzo back inside to his room.

Perhaps once upon a time, Hanzo had been self-conscious - McCree had so rarely been invited back - but now that was an emotion that Hanzo could no longer feel and McCree was allowed in without hesitation. Unsure of how he should be acting, McCree took his hat off and toyed with the brim.

Hanzo walked to the corner and lifted a plain glass vase with a sad, wilted-looking thing slumped over the edge.

“Ain’t that biohazard?” McCree wondered.

Unconcerned - concern being another feeling that Hanzo couldn’t quite feel - he shrugged and offered the whole thing to McCree. As he took it, McCree supposed that it didn’t matter anymore.

“What’cha gonna do with it?” he asked.

Hanzo shrugged again. “Let it die, perhaps,” he said. “I have no...desire to do anything with it.”

Gently, almost fearing that even the lightest touch would kill it, McCree brushed a rough finger along its jagged leaves. “I have an idea,” McCree said before he could think better of it. “If...if yer willin’...”

The archer followed him out of his quarters, down the quiet halls, and out the door to the communal gardens. He watched with an empty expression as McCree found a small spade, cleared an area of garden, and planted the sad, dying thing.

“Is...does that…?” McCree asked, peering up at Hanzo, half-expecting a rebuke or a reaction other than Hanzo’s indifferent shrug.

“I...it does not hurt me,” Hanzo said, very carefully choosing his words. “I feel no physical pain and...I do not fear it. I simply do not care.”

McCree looked back down at the flower. It was missing its flowers and much of its stem and only a few sprigs of its spiky leaves were left to bob and droop in the cool night air. But the roots looked healthy - almost - and McCree...he didn’t quite hope but he resolved to care for it.

“Then I will,” McCree said, staring down at the thing for a moment before fetching a palmful of water from the spigot nearby. Hanzo looked at him strangely but nodded.

Every morning before their scheduled breakfast, Hanzo followed McCree out to the garden and watched blankly as he doggedly watered and cared for the little thing.

Late spring fed into summer and the team planned a beach trip. McCree begged out, claiming that he needed to watch for his little plant to bloom. It had grown with such tender care and was now putting out buds of flowers that McCree could tell would be in hues of gold and orange and bronze. He insisted that he needed to be there for the plant.

No one let him and dragged him along to the beach anyway. He spent the entire time in the shade of one of the beach umbrellas, fully dressed in a shirt, shorts, and his serape while he watched the rest of the team frolick.

Hanzo didn’t - couldn’t - and so sat next to him in the shade, if only because he would burn or dehydrate otherwise. “Why don’t you join them?” Hanzo asked and by now McCree was almost used to hearing his voice so flat.

“I ain’t self-conscious,” McCree told him. “But there’s things a man don’t wanna show off.”

He watched the way the shade hollowed out Hanzo’s eyes, how the sunlight made the silver in his hair seem to shine like the metal. He watched Hanzo watch him for a moment. “I had always thought you attractive,” Hanzo said without shame in that inflection-less voice of his. “Even as a young man. What did they call you? A twink?”

McCree tried to laugh but it caught in his throat. “Shoot, yer gonna make me blush,” he said even though he was doing no such thing and knew he wouldn’t - probably only would when hell froze over.

They watched the team for a while and Hanzo mechanically drank half a bottle of water. “Do you feel...that I should have done something else?”

“Ain’t no point in it,” McCree replied. “Ain’t for me to choose how ya live yer life.”

Hanzo nodded and seemed thoughtful. “Why do you care so much about the…”

“Plant?” McCree asked and Hanzo nodded. “Ain’t got no shame darlin’,” he said, his eyes drifting over the beach scene. Snowball and Mei were making a sand castle while Lúcio, Hana, and Lena raced and frolicked in the waves. “But I don’t wanna be airin’ my dirty laundry out here.”

The archer nodded and didn’t pry.

“I had it once,” McCree told Hanzo later that night, safely hidden in “their” spot. “Hanahaki. Back in Blackwatch.”

Hanzo cocked his head to the side. “Did you tell them?”

“Every day I wished I did,” McCree told him, staring out over the waves. “I thought of a thousand-thousand ways to. Thing was, there’s something...a lot of things to be gained from an Empty One on the team.”

“They cut it out,” Hanzo concluded, as accurate as his arrows in combat.

McCree nodded. “They cut it out.” He unwound his serape, stripped himself of his shirt, and turned his body to face Hanzo. “I...ain’t a day that goes by that I don’t wish…”

He sucked in a breath - almost like surprise, almost like feeling something - when Hanzo lifted a hand to trace the old scar that followed his sternum, then the cross-cut that followed his collarbones.

“Darlin’,” he breathed. “I-”

“You don’t act like an Empty One,” Hanzo cut in, brusque and McCree laughed mirthlessly.

It still rang hollow, too hollow. “I got practice,” he said. “I...Empty Ones stand out an’ I got a bounty on my head.”

Hanzo traced the scars with gentle fingers. “I wish that I could cry,” Hanzo murmured. “For you; for me. What broken, silly things we are.”

“I take care of that...of...of the plant because I wish that it had been me,” McCree let himself say. “I wish that I had been able to love you; I wish that so many years ago in Hanamura I had...I wish I had the balls t’ tell you what you meant t’ me.”

“This…” Hanzo swallowed hard and pulled his hand back. “I wish that I could cry,” he repeated. “What a pair of fools we are.”

McCree shook his head. “I was the fool that let you go,” he said.

“And I was the fool that cut you out,” Hanzo replied. He leaned forward and tucked his head into the crook of McCree’s neck. “What fools we are,” he breathed.

Gathering him close, McCree buried his face in Hanzo’s hair - it smelled like strawberries, a habit Hanzo continued even though he could not quite bring himself to care about the scent of his shampoo and body wash - and wished.

The next day, McCree woke up in Hanzo’s embrace and smiled.

When they walked hand-in-hand to water the flower in the garden, they found it in full bloom. “Marigolds,” McCree breathed.

Hanzo brushed his fingers along the crinkled flowers. He turned when McCree touched his shoulder and let the cowboy pull him into a loose embrace.

When their lips brushed in a tender kiss, uncaring that half the team was staring at them out the various windows of the Watchpoint, they couldn’t stop the smiles that split their faces.

Hopefully that wasn’t as bad as it felt while I was editing. 

But it’s late and if I make changes, it will probably be tomorrow.