#ma talks scream

[lionydoorin]

actually like. obsessed w the idea of sidney seeing sam for the first time and not being able to stop herself seeing the similarities between her and billy loomis

anon. anon i am So with you on this.

it started with a quick glance at the hospital, when sam was pushing tara's wheelchair out of the elevator. sidney's head was all over the place, never one to be accommodated by the thought of loss, even with how much she was used to it at this point. and it was dewey, of all people. she lost dewey, her big brother, one of her best friends.

gale had told her beforehand. even dewey texted her said fact. she knew this was, in fact, billy's estranged daughter, one conceived by cheating and lying. that doesn't affect her – love and billy were two words that hadn't mixed in her head for over 25 years. but she can't lie that walking up to her and seeing her up close made her feel something creeping up her chest, a sharp pain that made her grimace slightly.

because samantha – sam, she said that sidney should call her sam – had something painfully familiar in her.

she could see christina ramirez written all over her; the tanned skin and thick eyebrows, full lips and long, dark hair. her voice sounded similar to her mother's, too, or at least as much as sidney could remember from someone she hasn't seen in more than two decades.

but her eyes were definitely not christina's.

she felt coldness in them, the kind of cold that penetrates your own eyeballs and leaves chills down your spine. though sam's pained expression could never match billy's poise, this similarity was enough to throw her off her balance, enough to make sidney cautious – way more cautious than she should be, considering she is talking to a victim, just like her.

and then, in stu's house, she sees her.

sees sam taking revenge on the man that hurt her. sees her attacking him not only as a means to survival, but as an exercise of brutality that sidney hadn't seen from many people before.

she sees as sam takes a stance, arms at her side, blood on her arms and knife in hands, and sidney can't help but see flashes of pale skin and short hair, flashes of a white shirt covered in fake blood and we all go a little mad sometimes and hello sidney, surprise sidney, surprise, surprise, surprise.

it pains her, scares her, terrifies her as she limps towards the girl. makes her hands shake as she continuously eyes the knife still clutched by her hand.

it all fades away when gunshots make her wake up from her trance, when an also limping – poor girl, she's been through enough – frail girl drops her gun and tries to suck a breath in. all of sidney's fears melt into a puddle on the floor when samantha (sam, sam, sam) drops the knife, runs up to that fighter, that small fighter, and embraces her tight, asking over and over if she's okay, if her body isn't aching too much, apologizing and telling her that it's over, that they will be fine, to not take her eyes off of her.

because as much as looks can deceive, she realizes that billy's soul (or lack of) could never be compared to this girl's protective and caring nature. because billy is dead for good, and karma is coming back to bite him and tear his legacy down in the hands of his own blood.

[lionydoorin]

i just wanted to share my silly thought with my good friend max..

ur making me have Thoughts.

tara's home alone one night in new york. quinn went out with paul no. 4 and sam has to work a late shift at one of her jobs because her coworker had an emergency and she had to cover for them. the thought of being alone makes her anxious by itself, and she doesn't have any cash in hand to order a meal because sam usually pays it for them, so she has to try and cook.

and by cook, i mean boil water to cook a pack of instant noodles.

it makes her even more anxious.

tara goes to the kitchen anyway, ignoring her sweaty palms as she puts water on the pot and turns on the stove. ignoring the way she taps her foot repeatedly on the ground as she waits, inpatiently, for the water to boil. ignoring the way her hands are shaking, head running wild, as she puts her ramen in the pot.

it all feels awfully familiar.

and then the phone rings.

she jumps immediately, breathing heavily as she stares at the landline ringing repeatedly, and her mind instantly travels to a setting she'd been desperately trying to bury.

one where she answered it. where she played a game she shouldn't have. where her best friend betrayed her and used her as a pawn in her chess game, where a knife got buried deep in her multiple times, where tara was certain she would've (should've) died.

sam arrives to the fire detector waking up the entire corridor, to a house full of smoke, to her baby sister sitting with her knees close to her chest. tara's staring into the distance, sobbing and coughing as she struggles to pull air into her lungs.

their landline is shattered into tiny pieces on the floor.

MA WHY WOULD YOU SAY THIS. YOU'RE KILLING ME.

^ actual image of me reading this ask

God the thought of Tara being so stressed out, but trying to ignore it and cook anyway. WEEPS!!

[captain-amadeus]

Good morning STF fandom Miranda comforting Sofia about the Royal Ball and telling her to try her best

[kaileidoscopio]

mi mejor amiga me mando un mensaje diciendome que si promociona su ultima materia nos juntamos a hacer maraton de scream literalmente voy y mato al profesor si no la hace promocionar porque estuve toda mi vida esperando este momento

[moonkitty]

this song makes me ill and violent and cry and scream throw up i feel like a monkey against the my cage and going fucking apeshit i feel violent i feel fucking ill. like. i know youve heard it all before i just stand by and let you fight your secret war. IF YOUR SOMEWHERE OUT THERE PASSED OUT ON THE FLOOR OHHHH JOEY IM NOT ANGRY ANYMORE.

SOMETIMES I GET A STRANGE PAIN DEEP INSIDE OHHHHHH JOEY IF YOUR HURTING SO AM I

[aliferous-ly]

me talking about being nonbinary to my parents (who sometimes likes gendered terms but is asking them to specifically use gender neutral): yeah if someone looks at me i'd like them to not be sure, i want them to see a person not a woman

me talking to other queers about being nonbinary: i got SO much more comfy dressing feminine once i became genderfluid/nonbinary, literally magic

[lionydoorin]

how funny would it be if tara did Not have a license in the scene where sam and her steal bailey's car.

sam trusts her with the wheel and girly almost crashes the car on the way to gale's. gale is fighting for her life against ghostface and sam screaming in the car holding on to whatever she can because tara is going so fast and she's knocking trashcans and mail boxes.

people are running and yelling in the street because there's a wild, uncontrollable police car literally destroying everything they pass through. and tara is having so much fun

[al-mayriti]

THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT THE MAS SABE PERRO SANXE POR PERRO QUE POR SANXE MEME WITH PERRO SANXE I'M SCREAMING

[lionydoorin]

they're just so SCHMOL . so babie. i will never get over how she's the littlest guy ever

me 🤝 u

little guy tara carpenter supporters

Tara is straight up just a little guy!! I'm putting her in my pocket fr

^ literally look at that. explodes

[eyedruple]

I NEED TO GET ON T MAN . I NEED TO GET ON T . I NEE

[fiveamandawake]

shenanigan after shenanigan

[ohfallingdisco]

so many iconic important secondhand foxes moments in TGR. i’m thinking…

AARON DRIVING THE MAS??!!

Kevin bringing Andrew to California

Matt Boyd rushing the goal with Aaron to stop the Ravens from killing Andrew

Neil with two broken ribs is better than Neil dead

Andrew clocked Jeremy IMMEDIATELY lmaoo

Agent Browning: "I hate this sport. Explain to me why they’re all like this."

Kevin kneeling by Neil the whole time he’s in pain on the Court

Aaron kicking Kevin’s thigh as reassurance and/or an order to follow

Kevin telling Jean how Abby helped him !!

Neil being utterly insufferable to the freshmen, by all accounts

Neil answering Jean’s call with ‘Neil.’ Letting Jeremy’s go to voicemail.

Abby getting a second opinion on whether Andrew needs surgery…

Dan getting red-carded for decking the Ravens

Renee laughing at Andrew’s joke that the cameras couldn’t hear

The whole team being depressed when Aaron’s on trial

Wymack calling Jean to check on him after the fire

Kevin clocking Renee’s cross necklace

Kevin telling Neil on camera that he’s the least honest person he knows

Aaron chauffeuring hurt Andrew and Neil to go see Wymack

Twinyards & Neil interrupting Kevin and Thea’s interview by screeching up in the Mas

Katelyn respectfully not coming to the trial on the day Andrew testified

Nicky getting into a violent screaming match with his parents outside the courthouse

Andrew stepping in to protect Kevin but letting him stand up for himself when he said he could

Renee subtly telling the reporters to fuck off and talk to the right Ravens

Kevin and Neil joint press conference. Andrew and Renee together.

Kevin in actual anguish when Neil was hurt during the game

Andrew needing to know if Grayson had hurt Neil

Andrew asking if Neil killed Grayson

Kevin and Andrew both getting mad at Neil for going to see Jean alone

Dan running to defend Neil (after checking on Matt in the goal)

Andrew going outside with Jean during the interview

Kevin playing stylist for Jean’s first interview

Aaron trusting Andrew enough to deny a jury at his trial

Kevin mentioning Wymack canceled practice after Aaron won his trial

Jean casually referencing Andreil and Jeremy having no clue

Wymack calling the Foxes his kids

Betsy being there for Andrew at the trial when he testified

The upperclassmen having a bet whether Neil or Jack would fight the other first

The Foxes not having to deal with the Ravens at the banquet

Aaron getting cleared of all charges

[arolesbianism]

Another important thing to note abt my oni pmd au is that it takes place abt 60-80 years after pokemon world gravitas fucked everything up for everyone. The vast Vast majority of the pokemon at the time were wiped out by the ensuing storm and those left behind were mostly those who weren't living in the massive cities that were run by the powerful guilds at the time. Most of the pokemon left behind know very little about what happened, as most of them are a couple generations off from having experienced it themselves, and many of the ones who are old enough to have been there don't know much abt why the things that happened happened, simply that they happened. Also, even though the gravitas guild technically stuck around for about a decade or two afterwards to help with finding survivors and rebuilding to the best they could, due to pretty much all of their previous members dying in the storm and them basically being forced to abandon all of their previous work they changed their name during that period, meaning that most pokemon alive today don't rly think of it as the gravitas guild, or at least not by that name. It eventually was mostly closed down a couple years later as this universe's Jackie became more and more incapable of handling the consequences of her actions, meaning that the only fully functioning guild left in the area by the time our human characters arrive on the scene is an old rival guild of the gravitas guild. Adventuring teams still aren't all that common though, as most pokemon who are affiliated with the guild are shop keepers and suppliers. They also manage adventuring permits, which basically gives a pokemon permission to explore the now uninhabitable lands of the past, usually to scavenge for resources left behind by the old world. Human Jackie and Olivia's only real experience with the guild proper was to get these permits, and they were able to without much trouble, so they had little reason to look more into the guild and any potential other guilds.

[reignpage]

Sweet Revenge

Summary: you get revenge on your cheating husband with Toji who isn't going to let the opportunity pass Word Count: quick read with 720 words Warnings: porn with little plot, unprotected sex, revenge sex, infidelity, cream pie, exhibitionism, single dad!toji, rough, manhandling, dirty talk, praise

Your husband is a cheating, lying bastard. He sucks. He’s ugly and fat and lazy and you hate him. For years, you had put up with the changes in him: he stopped showering frequently, no longer said please and thank you, didn’t ever bother taking you on a date. All of that you could take, even when you haven’t had an orgasm from him for years. 

But the cheating on you…with your own sister!

That demands revenge.

That’s where Single dad!Toji comes in. 

He’s your sister’s crush, the one she loves to see at the kindergarten when she picks up her son. She gushes over him all the time. Talking about how muscular he is, those damn biceps and that godforsaken smirk, the one that makes his scar stretch delectably. 

You always shrugged her off. 

But, well, she's right. 

Single dad!Toji wastes no time in wrangling you against the wall, shoving his huge hand inside your leggings, straight into your panties as he rubs at your clit. Meanwhile, he’s swallowing every whine and moan with a sloppy kiss, gripping your throat with his other hand, making sure you’re pinned to the wall. God, his hands are calloused as fuck but it just makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Finally thought I’m good enough to give a go?” He snarks. “Been eyeing you all year when you pick up your nephew, y’know?”

Single dad!Toji makes you cum on his fingers, curling three fingers inside to press incessantly at your g-spot whilst he thumbs at your little bud. He snorts when you claw at his chest, screaming about how you need more. So with a quick peck to your lips, he shoves your leggings and panties all the way down and spin you around. Your face is squished against the wall and a cool breeze is blowing all over your sloppy pussy. 

“Toji! Fuck, I need you inside! Wanna cum on your cock, pleasepleaseplease,” you squeal when you feel him slide his cock between your legs, coating his long, thick length with your overflowing juices. 

“Yeah, yeah. Relax ma, I’ll fuck ya so good you’ll forget all about your shitty husband.” 

And God, does he?! He shoves his entire length at once, his heavy balls slapping your clit with every thrust, wringing moans and groans out of you. He’s kissing your cervix, branding bruises on your hips and biting your neck. Seriously, his dick game is fucking crazy, stretching you out like you never have been in your entire life. You forget all about your stupid husband and your stupid sister. 

“Yes! Right there! Right there, oh god, Toji! Fuuuuckkk,” you scream. Your voice is growing hoarse and when he pulls your hair to shove his tongue down your throat, you lose your sanity. Everything about him is so big and hard and strong. And whilst he sucks on your bottom lip, he kneads your tits. “God, I fucking love you.”

Single dad!Toji laughs, punctuating his mocking words with deep thrusts. “Ha! Dick so good you fell in love? Marry me then, ma”

“WHAT?!” You screech when he starts pinching your clit, pummelling your pussy with his throbbing cock. “Marriage? Are you crazy?”

Single dad!Toji makes you cum. Your orgasm hits you like a truck. And his soon follows, powerful spurts painting your walls white with hot cum, and you know for a fact the fucking guy has strong swimmers. 

“You’re gonna get me pregnant!”

He chortles, “Then you’ll have to marry me, fucking perfect.”

Single dad!Toji is still thrusting his softening cock inside of you, milking himself for everything he’s worth, really digging his cum inside to make sure it takes. And he’s still groping your tits. “Gonna love drinking from these when they’re all swollen up.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Both of you turn to look at the door. Your sister and your husband are gaping at you. She drops her groceries, oranges rolling on the floor.

Single dad!Toji smirks against your head before pressing a smooch there. Then he spins you around again, this time so he can bend you over to show them the cum leaking from your fluttering pussy. 

“Welcome home, losers. You get to see your nephew’s conception, congrats. We’re expecting a sizeable gift at the baby shower, yeah?”

What the hell, sure.

[snail-day]

It’s hard to argue with Suguru.

Not like it is with Satoru, who fights loud, two tempers crashing, both of you saying things you don’t mean but at least saying something. At least with Satoru, everything’s out in the open. Honest. Even when it hurts.

Suguru is different.

He doesn’t yell. He doesn’t combat your words. He just... tightens. Folds inward. Smiles a little too tightly, makes your coffee just the way you like it, overplans your days to “help.” He does everything for you, but never with you. He says he wants peace. Harmony. Love. At first, it felt like being cherished. Now it feels like you’re being caged. Never actually tells you what’s wrong. He’ll go passive-aggressive, clean the entire kitchen in silence, disappear into his thoughts for hours while insisting he’s fine. He’ll bottle everything up until you’re the only one spilling over. Until you look like the one who’s too much.

You try to bring it up - you try. That you feel smothered. That he never talks to you. That his silence makes you feel like you're the only one bleeding while he stands there pretending he’s not even scratched.

But he doesn’t respond. Doesn’t argue. Doesn’t even look at you. Just sits there, staring at the floor, leg bouncing, fists tight on his lap like it physically pains him to have this conversation. You hate raising your voice. But you feel like you’re screaming into a void.

And when you finally slam the bedroom door shut, frames rattling, it’s not because you’re angry. It’s because he stopped trying. He stopped meeting you halfway. Stopped seeing you.

He doesn’t follow, just sits there, biting back the tears. Biting down the words he wants to say but doesn’t know how. “Please don’t go. Please don’t leave me. Please tell me how to fix this.” But nothing comes out.

Because if he lets the fire out, he’s afraid there’ll be nothing left.

Hours later, when the house is dark and your breathing’s turned soft in the guest room, he creeps in. Picks you up carefully, warm palms slipping underneath you. Carries you back to your shared bed. You stir, but don’t wake, and he thinks maybe that’s a blessing.

Pulls you close, tucks you against his chest, arms wrapped around you like he’s trying to glue the pieces back together without you noticing. Then, quietly, he cries. Doesn’t sob. Doesn’t shake the bed. Just lets the tears roll down his cheeks, one by one, into your hair. His fingers curl tightly into your shirt. His chest rises and falls with the kind of grief he’s never spoken aloud.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, again and again, voice hoarse. “I’m sorry I make it so hard to love me. I’m sorry I keep breaking things. I don’t know how to stop.”

You don’t move. Maybe you’re still asleep. Maybe you’re pretending.

He doesn’t mean to cry. He’s so careful, always so careful, with you, with the house, with the weight of everything he carries but never speaks about. But when he lays you down in the bed, when you shift just slightly and curl instinctively toward him even in sleep, something in him buckles. Brushes the hair from your face with trembling fingers. The pad of his thumb drags gently beneath your eye, wiping away the last of your tears, but his own are already falling.

His broad shoulders start to shake, just barely, like he’s trying to hold even his grief in check. A soft, broken breath leaves him, one he bites down on so hard it sounds more like a choke than a sob.

“I don’t know how to keep you,” he whispers, voice raw. “I don’t know how to stop ruining it.” Closing his eyes, pressing his face into the curve of your neck. Tries to breathe you in like you’re still his. Like he hasn’t already pushed you too far.

“I just wanted to make it perfect. I thought if I could just... if I could make everything perfect, then maybe you'd stay. That nothing would go wrong.”

He swallows another sob, muffles it into your skin. Every apology he didn’t say earlier pours out in pieces now, scattered and soft and full of everything he buried beneath that calm mask.

“I’m sorry I don’t know how to talk. I’m sorry I make you feel small. I just - ” his voice breaks again, “ - I was so scared. I’m always scared.”

He thinks you’re asleep. Thinks you don't feel the way his strong body trembles. Doesn’t know you’re awake now, barely breathing, listening to the truth he only speaks in quiet moments. You realize he’s not trying to control you out of malice.

He’s just a man surrounded by love, who never actually learned how to love.

[lionydoorin]

Got any Tamber headcanons? :3

you know i do!

they met when tara was seven and amber was six, right before tara was held back a year again. they were waiting for their parents together on the sidewalk, sitting side by side, not really talking but fidgeting and smiling at each other from time to time. tara saw amber pull a psp out and start playing a game she was interested in, and amber, noticing it, asked if she wanted to play, as well. time didn't seem to pass after that; they waited for hours before sam finally got out of class and amber's parents finally remembered they had a daughter to pick up, and parted with waves and smiles, not even knowing each other's names.

they become best friends, though, after tara's parents divorce and she's held back another year. the kids bully her because tara's older but she's smaller and why is she studying with them? is she stupid? and amber beats the hell out of a kid that says that loud enough for tara to hear. after that, they're stuck to each other like glue.

tara dictated everything she did based on amber's wants and needs. not necessarily because amber required her to, no, but because she felt she needed to in order to keep her close. amber loved it, though.

their first sleepover is after sam doesn't come to pick tara up for the sixth consecutive time after class. amber always waited for sam to show up before she walked home, not wanting to leave her friend alone; after three hours watching the street, she stood up, stretching her hand out for tara to hold. come on, she said, you're sleeping at mine's today.

(it becomes a daily thing. they never ask their parents about it — no one cares, in reality. they're all too far gone into work and alcohol to care.)

amber was always kind of bossy, even before she lost her mind. she always took the lead in their friend group, and despised if anyone tried to prove her wrong. tara's admiration for her stemmed from that at first – that, and the fact amber protected her, amber stayed with her.

so, she didn't care if amber was a little aggressive sometimes. she didn't care if there were things her best friend wouldn't let her do. she thought that was what love was about.

when sam left? tara called her in tears, locked inside her room, scared out of her mind because her mother wouldn't stop yelling at her like it was her fault and she had broken the kitchen's glass table in rage. amber talks her through her panic attack on the phone, and promises her she'll let her stay for the rest of the week, if tara wants to.

(she was so glad sam left, so glad her biggest competition was gone. she could never tell tara, though.)

amber hates wes. we all know that. it all started when they were fourteen and wes called her out for not letting tara befriend a new kid from their class, simply because she was jealous. he said it didn't make sense and that tara wasn't her property. she all but needed to prove him wrong.

because tara was hers. only hers.

their first kiss happens when they're fifteen, sleeping over at amber's, a slasher playing on the background. i could elaborate but i'll leave that for a separate post, maybe :3

tara gave amber the necklace after said first kiss. she knew it was a gift her father apparently wanted to be given to her when she was fifteen, something he bought years before the divorce and told christina to wait for her sweet quinces. tara couldn't bear the idea of keeping it, instead wanting to give it a new meaning. something that could symbolize maybe, just maybe, amber was hers as much as she was (undoubtedly) amber's.

they never really dated. it was complicated. they were so much for each other but never verbalized nor made it official – for everyone, it was only "tara's amber" and "amber's tara", if that makes sense.

okay so. amber dies. it's complicated. we don't know how much she actually felt. this thought plagues tara forever.

when she goes to bed, she sees amber's eyes. hears her voice. feels her touch. it's all too much, it has always been too much, but now tara simply doesn't know how to handle it.

she doesn't sleep. she doesn't eat. she fears the possibility of seeing her in the shadows, and once she does see her, it's like a ghost keeping her soul trapped to amber's.

the voice talks to her. it tells her things she always wanted to hear, and things she never wanted to think about. how much she meant to amber. (you were supposed to be my perfect opening kill, baby.) how much amber wanted to be with her. (if only you had let me finish this. we could be together. forever.)

tara hates that she loves loved amber. hates the idea of ever having missed her. she misses her.