#mallslain

[kateschmldt]

@mallslain  said:  “i  want  to  run  towards  something,  not  away.”

                                       kate  hums,  chin  parked  on  her  palm;   ❝  you’re  totally  lying  if  you  don’t  want  to  run  the  hell  away  from  shadyside.  everyone  in  this  shithole  does.  ❞   she  shoots  heather  a  curious  look,  and  a  smile,  fingers  spinning  a  curl  of  dark  hair.  everyone  had  their  own  reasons,  here.  everyone  was  scared  of  rotting  in  the  same  houses  their  parents  grew  up  in  —  and  would  die  in  —  ever-shadowed  by  the  neighbouring  mansions.  not  for  the  first  time  even  this  week,  came  the  thought;  fuck  sunnyvale  —  they’d  never  worked  for  anything  in  their  lives.

❝  alright,  mallrat,  ❞   she  concedes,  but  not  unkindly.  after  all,  everyone  and  their  dog  knew  what  it  was  kate  and  simon  did  for  a  side  hustle.   ❝  … so,  what  are  you  running  toward,  exactly?  california?  ❞   she  surveys  heather  for  a  longer  moment,  pulling  her  knees  in  a  little  closer,  before  turning  her  gaze  to  the  ground.   ❝  … that’s  what  i’m  gonna  do.  saving  up.  any-where’s better  than  here,  though,  right?  ❞

[m0nstrousneeds-a]

                                          𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝚀𝚄𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝚃 . @mallslain​

[herflame-a]

“alright, well, this place is clean... clean-er.” there was only so much that could be done about the shops at the mall. there were so many people came through in a day, none of them concerned about how much of a mess they were making. “we don’t have to stay much longer, do we?”

@mallslain​ liked this.

[st0pcryingmoved]

@mallslain    :    you were supposed to leave.

                he    was    supposed    to    do    a    lot    of    things      ,        but    it    seemed    ryan    lived    to    disappoint.          sliding    into    the    space    next    to    her      ,        worry    in    her    voice    is    obvious    even    through    whispers.          two    against    one    had    BETTER    ODDS      ,        and    like    hell    he’d    leave    her    behind  .          ❛        i’m    not    leaving    you  .        ❜          words    carry    a    tone    of    bravery    that    feels    misplaced      ,        the    boy    absolutely    terrified.          maybe    he    regrets    not    getting    out    when    he    had    the    chance      ,        but    he’d    regret    it    more    if    he    had    to    watch    as    they    talked    about    heather’s    death    on    the    six    o’clock    news.          courage    is    something    he    lacks      ,        despite    outward    attempts    to    prove    himself      ,        though    he’s    in    it    now.          he    has    to    do    whatever    it    takes  .          ❛        two    is    better    than    one      ,        right  ?        ❜

[violatile]

♪      ⇢     “scary is relative.”     (   feat.   @mallslain​​   )      ,      taking requests

though  liv  had  scored  herself  a  job  at  a  video  store  in  the  shadyside  mall,  she  did  everything  in  her  power  to  avoid  actually  working  it.  it  wasn’t  even  a  hard  job,  most  days  she  could  get  away  with  kicking  her  feet  up  and  reading  the  newest  comic  she  had  swiped.  still,  whenever  someone  came  to  the  counter  it  reminded  her  what  a  DRAG  being  employed  was.  which  was  why  she  found  fun  wherever  she  could,  even  if  that  fun  included  a  horrible,  bad  idea.  

so  when  heather  approached  her  on  her  lunch  and  asked  if  liv  wanted  to  poke  around  the  abandoned  camp  nightwing  building  with  her,  the  answer  was  a  resounding  FUCK  YEAH.  like  her  job,  it  gave  her  an  excuse  to  get  out  of  the  house.  “  i  dunno,  h,  poking  around  an  old  murder  scene  is  pretty  fuckin’  scary.  i  mean,  if  you  believe  in  that  witch’s  curse  bullshit.  ”  with  a  crooked  grin,  she  makes  a  sound  that’s  supposed  to  sound  like  a  spooky  ghost  noise,  fingers  crawling  up  the  side  of  heather’s  arm.  

she  stumbles  on  with  a  laugh,  shoving  her  hands  into  the  pockets  of  her  hand-me-down  army  jacket.  “  oh, c’mon!  yeah,  okay,  a  fucked  up  massacre  happened  and  kids  died  but  it  wasn’t  because  of  some  pissed  off  witch.  it  was  because  of  some  pissed  off  human  because  this  town  is  enough  to  make  anyone  go  mental.  ”  eyes  flick  over  at  heather,  teeth  gnawing  on  the  inside  of  her  cheek.  “  and,  look,  i  know  we  didn’t  talk  a  lot  back  then,  but  i  just  wanted  you  to  know  that  i  never  believed  that  stupid  witch  rumor  they  made  up  about  you.  like  i  said,  people  get  bored  and  they  just  .  .  .  i  dunno,  start  shit  cause  their  lives  suck.  but  i  always  thought  you  were  cool.  ”

[serialsistera]

𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @mallslain

[campalive]

@mallslain​: “the kiddos are right. that’s like totally witchy behavior.”

“Kiddos?   —   You’re   barely   older   than   me.   By   what?   A   couple   of   years?   And,   right.   Burning   the   Camp   Nightwing   flag   is   total   witchy   behavior.   Never   seen   a   girl   run   around   with   a   box   of   matches?”   eyes   rolled   as   she   scoffed   at   the   comment.   It   was   sarcasm   verses   sarcasm,   really.   “What   the   hell   did   Sheila   tell   you,   anyway?   That   I’m   a   witch?   Possessed   by   Sarah   Fier?   Well.   She’s   a   liar   and   a   bitch.”   and   a   shit   ton   of   other   words   that   instantly   had   the   potential   to   come   to   mind   at   the   mere   thought   of   her   and   that   brown-nosed   posse   that   followed.   “Are   you   done   talking   to   me   about   it?   I’d   rather   be   doing   something   else.”

Fear Street: 1978 Starters! — not accepting.

[suckitpigg]

   @mallslain​ asked : “How did you even find me here?”

    Simon moved to sit down next to Heather. “Ryan told me you’d be here.” He said holding out a bag. “Want some? There’s some fries and half a burger left.” Simon brought the straw of his milk shake to his lips.

   “Are you hiding?” He asked looking around.

[amberferrisarchive]

          𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙽 :  💬   /  𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎

❝  i  saw  it,  as  clearly  as  i  see  you  standing  there  now !   ❞  someone  had  totally  been  watching  them  through  the  window.  granted  she  hadn’t  been  able  to  see  their  face  thanks  to  their  hoodie,  but  there  was  definitely  someone.  

[hopesfor]

 ❝  are  you  working  late  tonight?  ❞  audrey  asks,  walking  up  to  the  counter  in  b.  dalton's  with  a  soft  smile  on  her  face.  she  loved  coming  here  and  being  surrounded  by  the  books.  it  felt  so  homey.  ❝  i  do  not  want  to  walk  to  my  car  alone  tonight.  ❞ // @mallslain​

[cindybermcn]

@mallslain​​ ​​  /   starter call

                a  flashlight  beam  shone  on  the  graves  around  them.  at  least  they  seemed  like  graves.  the  soil  had  been  upturned  and  one  wrong  step  could  lead  to  a  twisted  ankle.  it  was  eerie  to  see  the  graves  empty,  as  if  something  could  have  crawled  up,  tried  to  grabbed  them.    as  if  their  lives  could  have  shifted  into  one  of  those  horror  movies  you  saw  at  the  cinema,  where  they  make  poor  decisions  and  the  stakes  are  life  and  death.  a  snap  !  cindy  swiveled,  light  trailing  a  second  behind  her.  her  voice  just  above  a  whisper,    “  was  that  you  ?  ”        

[m0nstrousneeds-a]

𝚒𝚝’𝚜  𝚜𝚘  𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊  𝚌𝚊𝚗  𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎  𝚒𝚗  𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜  𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎  .  of  course  it’s  in  these  moments  that  brain  that  usually  𝐻𝐴𝑆  𝑁𝑂  𝑂𝐹𝐹  𝐵𝑈𝑇𝑇𝑂𝑁,  now  comes  up  blank.  how  does  one  offer  assurance  that  everything’s  okay  when  they  know  deep  down  that  it  might  not  be?  her  mouth  opens,  𝐵𝑈𝑇  𝑁𝑂  𝑆𝑂𝑈𝑁𝐷  𝐶𝑂𝑀𝐸𝑆  𝑂𝑈𝑇.  just  the  glassy  wide  eyed  stare  of  honey  colored  eyes  looking  back.  worry  rests  within.  𝐸𝑀𝑃𝐴𝑇𝐻𝑌,  𝑇𝑂𝑂.  her  brows  lift  and  jaw  tightens  before  going  slack.          “i--”        words  won’t  suffice  when  you’re  watching  your  friend  crumble.  all  she  knows  to  do  is  to  reach  out,  to  take  within  her  hands  heather’s  own  and  hold  them  tight  to  offer  some  sort  of  solidity.    she  leans  in,  eating  up  space  between  them  with  a  gentle  press  of  her  forehead  against  the  one  adjacent.            “𝚒’𝚖  𝚜𝚘  𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢,  𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.”

             @mallslain​    said   ;   ‘ 𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍. ‘

[schmdts]

cαηση   ᵒᶰᵉˡᶤᶰᵉʳ   𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍,   accepting.             @mallslain​.

❛   which   one   of   us   is   𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛   again?   president   of   EVERY   CLUB   this   shithole   has   to   offer?   ❜

[calistyled]

 ❝  so,  basically,  that's  where  the  movie  differs  from  the  book!  ❞  she  exclaims,  holding  up  the  book  in  front  of  her  face  and  then  dramatically  pulling  it  away.  ❝  they  made  my  character  a  girl  instead  of  a  boy,  and  it  changed  everything.  i  mean,  it  totally  made  her  cooler.  ❞ // @mallslain​

[shxyme]

“And most days… I wish I stayed dead.”

Fear Street: 1978 Starters ! 

‘ don’t say that ’, it’s almost a whisper when she says it. shay doesn’t want to hear the other say things like that. but she knows she can’t force a difference in feeling. she knows that if heather feels that way, maybe there's something she can do to make it better for her. shay aches to reach out a hand. fingers to find the others and squeeze. if only to show her that someone else is here for her. shays feelings aren’t quite so innocent, but she would never choose a moment of fragility to push her agenda. ‘ there are people--lots of people who are happy you’re still here. no one wanted to lose you, heather. it might feel hard right now, but i’m here if you need someone to talk to. ’ it felt flat, but what else could she say. she’d never been through what heather had to experience. but she could offer a listening ear.

[mahssacres]

                                                                                  [   𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫   ]

❛      𝙸𝚃’𝚂   𝙽𝙾𝚃   𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙱𝙻𝙴   𝙸𝙵   𝙸𝚃’𝚂   𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙴.      ❜

cue   the   moment   of   𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦        [   .  .  .  .   ]        reddened   eyes   staring   into   hers   from   across   the   𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙝   𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧   ;      contact   remaining   unbroken   even   as   he   slurped   obnoxiously   from   the   𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦   𝘫𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘶𝘴   in   his   hand.        he’d   finally   lean   closer   into   the   counter   with   a   𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗻𝘁   𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘁   in   hues.        ❛      has   anybody   ever   told   you      ————          𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵   𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦   𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥   𝘰𝘧   𝘢𝘯   𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦   ?      ❜

there’s   a   laugh   ,   a   smile   that   grew   wide   across   features   as   he   𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙   𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛   𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮   from   counter   top   separating   them.        ❛      you   just   lost   yourself   a   𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘳   ,   watkins.      ❜

arnie      +      heather      ›      @mallslain.