#psycho yammers

[scary-narco-psychopath]

Third day of classes, let’s hope I don’t explode

Update: I did explode

[illarian-rambling]

Aw balls. I almost forgot an intro

Hi, I'm Katie! I'm a writer with two ongoing wips that I like yammering about, so ima do it here!

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 20

Other interests: art, dnd, the Magnus Archives, anything Cosmere related, martial arts, Critical Roll

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My wips are set in the same universe, on the planet of Illaros, fifth from the last star left living in the universe. There's a continent, some islands, and other assorted junk down there. The gods have a dyson ring, but they don't like to talk about it. The stars are the eyes of an ancient primordial force of destruction.

Honor's Outcasts follows a rag-tag group of delinquents trying to survive psycho pirates with family ties, a siren theocracy, magic that rots in your blood, and the Horrors. Their number includes such mighty heros as: a kid who can explode people with her mind, a buff shark lady who survives regular eldritch encounters by not paying attention, a mute aroace siren man with a bitchy attitude, and the world's sweetest gang mamber. Of course, they're one big family, and what's family without a little religious terrorism?

The Mystery of the Mortal God asks what happens when magic and science collide in a world where ethics panels haven't been established yet. Set a few decades down the line from HO, this story follows a cowboy witch with a chip on her shoulder as she discovers a mysterious robot laying broken and confused on the side of the road. At the same time, in a city on the other side of the globe, a blue blooded detective investigates a cold case suddenly gone hot. In time, all players will meet, including the mage who set this whole conundrum in motion.

The Final Voyage of the R.S. Starbreaker is sci-fi with ghosts! More accurately, as the magical societies of Illaros take their first steps into space, they don't use unmanned probes, but instead call upon the gods to send ghosts to be bound to a mighty runic galleon: the R.S. Starbreaker. This first skeleton crew consists of an honorable former Flying City pilot with a seedy past, a brash elven astronomer infamous for her incomplete work, a meticulous selkie cartographer determined to map the solar wheel, a laid-back fae man with a dangerous set of ideals, and the key to this mission's success: a former part of an eldritch hive mind on a hunt for his extinct people's missing afterlife.

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Anyways, if you're here, feel free to say hi! I'll mostly be posting whatever bullshit comes to mind, but maybe you'll get lucky and something entertaining will come out? I certainly hope so!

Have a bitchin' day <3

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An addition! Here are my characters' playlists! (And intros for those who have them) (All instrumental because I can't write while listening to vocals)

Izjik Meautammera +intro

Sepo Kaiacynthus +intro

Twenari Devaris +intro

Djek Kagura +intro

Daedryn Whitenight

Astra DuClaire +intro

Mashal Darezsho +intro

Ivander Montane +intro

Elsind Cavernsight +intro

Avymere Spearsong +intro

Ghost Ship Radio + wip intro (for the Starbreaker crew)

(Curious as to which character you might relate to the most? Here are some quizzes that might help you out!) (First is for MG and HO, second is for Starbreaker)

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A second addition! Please feel welcome to check out my new Illaros library! These are short stories written (mostly) in my setting that I've shared before on here, but I figured I'd put all the links in one place :)

Down in the Deep Dark - 2,500 words - The tale of how Izjik and Sepo met

Violating the 4th - 11,000 words - Coverage of the first Surgeon case from the POV of Ceyrel (Ivander’s detective partner)

Rel's Haunting - 16,000 words - A story of a fallen angel, the dead god who made them, and finding wonder in the supermarket

Full Saturation - 2,000 words - A short horror story set on modern Earth about saturation diving and places better left untouched

And for some one-shots:

Mashal and Ivander hanging out

Izjik making Sepo a flute in the Trench

The cast of Mortal God gets a beach episode

Mashal teaches Astra to ride a horse

Again, have a bitchin' day <3

[xxbates-182]

intro post!!🎬

hi, i'm seth, he/him, im a minor. i consume way too much media.

top 5 movies? psycho (1960), hick (2011), cooties (2014), heavy trip (2018), the nice guys (2016) 😎

favorite shows? arrested development, shelter, and my babysitters a vampire.

i listen to wayyy too much music also. feel free to ask me to yammer about it! :heartemoji:

I LOVE SAW AND LEIGH WHANNELL!!!!!!! currently fixated on both, who knows how long it's gonna last. probably too long.

[cr-arnival]

hiya! i'm rosie (he/him) and this is my little art archive blog. i probably won't yammer on much here, but my ask box and dms are always open :]

i am a traditional and digital artist, and most of my stuff will be PG-13 with profanity. i do take requests, but i might be slow with them, and i'm not open for commissions. if you'd like to support me, you can do so at my ko-fi here!

the brush pack i use for digital art is the chromagraph brush pack by true grit texture supply, along with the default photoshop brushes.

i am a college student studying for a major and minor in STEM. i love card games, and i've been a major fan of yu-gi-oh since probably 2014! i also really like hyenas,,,

i mainly post codename: kids next door and yu-gi-oh, along with other random fandoms! i'm not a very consistent artist, but i try to post when i do draw. i also like blue period, mob psycho 100, and awful hospital.

my art tag is #crarnival art!

this post will be updated if anything needs to be added :]

[darchildre]

Sara Reads an Infuriating Book, the Conclusion

Friends, I have finished W Scott Poole's Wasteland. Here are some notes on the last two chapters:

Chapter 4:

Like chapter 3, this mostly discussed subjects outside my bailiwick - the chapter focused mostly on the rise of fascism in Europe and America throughout the 1930s and only touched on film a little. And the films it did discuss are, to my mind, only horror films if your definition is very broad: M, and the Dr Mabuse movies.

I have one small rant here: Poole, in discussing M, talks about the movie's "fully human monster" and the fact that American and British film wouldn't "fully explore this subject for another three decades." And I thought, okay, sure - making a movie as frankly about a child killer would be pretty confronting even today, that seems fair.

But no, this is not what he means, because the films he uses as examples of British and American films exploring the subject matter are Psycho and Peeping Tom, which means we're just talking about serial killers.

Sir. Even leaving aside movies like Murders in the Zoo and Mystery of the Wax Museum (which he's going to discuss in the very next chapter), between 1927 and 1944, people in Britain and the US filmed three separate versions of The Lodger. I am absolutely not claiming that these movies are anywhere near as good as M, but you cannot argue that no one outside Germany made a serial killer movie before the 1960s.

On the up side, this chapter did remind me to rewatch M and that I've always meant to get around to the Mabuse films.

Chapter 5! This chapter was called "Universal Monsters", which of course made me excited. Unfortunately, this is the last chapter, so Poole has to cram a lot of stuff in and can't really give anything enough space for proper discussion. Especially since this chapter is as scattered as all the others: we do discuss the American horror cycle of the 1930s, but we also have to drop in on Lovecraft, T S Eliot, and Machen (as we do every chapter), as well as discuss the revival of Spiritualism, the collapse of Victorian mourning culture during WWI, and some thoughts on ghost stories as comforting when compared to, y'know, the omnipresent mutilated corpses that Poole never stops talking about.

Because there's so much, nothing gets a lot of focus. Here are some bullet points:

Poole does not discuss the 1931 Dracula at all. It gets a sentence or two marking that it has been made, but no discussion of the actual film. And sure, you can't talk about everything, but my dude! You have been yammering on about symbolic/metaphorical portrayals of shell shock for chapters now and you don't want to talk about Dwight Frye's Renfield? We're just going to move right past Lucy quoting "Stand to Your Glasses" to a literal walking dead man? I get that you talked about Nosferatu a lot but damn, that seems like a hell of an omission.

Talking about James Whale and his horror movies: "We unfortunately have really nothing from the director himself regarding how the war shaped his vision of horror." THIS IS WHAT I'M SAYING. Look, I am generally death-of-the-author as hell and I think that Poole's reading of most of these films is a legitimate and valid reading. I just object to the idea that it's the only valid reading, especially when he never presents solid evidence other than his opinions about the films.

Petty nitpicking time: friends, I just watched every damn one of the Universal Invisible Man movies and there is no suggestion in any one of them that Griffin is “a disfigured scientist who seeks invisibility to hide his mutilated face". That's just wildly inaccurate. Poole loves facial disfiguration so much that he sees it in films where it does not appear at all. (Claude Rains as Griffin is visible for all of 10 seconds in the original film, his face is entirely unmarred and, frankly but irrelevantly, really lovely.)

Even pettier nitpicking: if you are going to make a snarky comment about people mistakenly referring to Frankenstein's assistant in Frankenstein and Bride as Ygor, it's going to come off better if you remember that the character in the original film is named "Fritz" and not "Karl". Karl is in Bride.

I will admit that I only skimmed the Afterword because, frankly, I've been reading this book at work and I got to it when we were about to close up and go home. Thus, I don't have anything to say about it.

In conclusion! This is not the most infuriating book about horror I've ever read, because Poole a) doesn't hate people who like horror and b) doesn't think that all horror stories are about incest. I disagree with a lot of his conclusions, but mostly because I think he's making too strong a case on too little evidence and I don't like anything that only allows for one reading of any work of art. I also found the structure irritating and I think parts of the book would be better if the scope was narrower - wandering off to talk about Surrealist painters or T S Eliot every damn chapter got old after a while.

It's absolutely not the book I would recommend for a first entry into horror film history - that's still Skal's The Monster Show. But, if you want some context for 1920/30s horror film, with a focus on European film, it's not a bad book to argue with or make film lists from.

And now I have to go track down Shell Shock Cinema by Anton Kaes, because it's the book in the works cited that sounded the most interesting.

[psymarketofobsessions]

When The Stars Turn Red

My WIP Nygmobblepot fanfic set in the Psycho!Verse (my own DC universe), in which Edward Nygma is a nerdy, shy man who works in forensics at the local police station.

He was at work.

Then he saw him.

A man who made his heart stop and the voice in his head stop its endless yammering.

And he needed to know who this man was.

The man, however, didn't seem to care.

This man, was Oswald Cobblepot.

Also, here’s the main title theme bc I’m cringy 

[sheepaleepz]

Ohey new pinned post

hey there i’m sheepa :) this is the main blog i follow from but i got a couple sideblogs for specific fandoms if you’re into that

some of the stuff i reblog is nsfw! but i do tag it accordingly (either nsfw or nsfw text) if you’re not comfy with that

i also don’t tag slurs just as an fyi!!

A lil bit more about me! i’m a queer, biracial (black/white) artist! i’ve been mostly oc-brained on the art front but i still quite enjoy lurking in fandom spaces. i’m also a band kid and i play bass guitar and trombone! i’m (slowly) working on a webcomic called October BEAT and a book series with my partner called Essence (working title). i’ve also got some other ocverses going on. i’d like to use this blog as an actual BLOG a little more so we’ll see if i go on any ramblings in the near future

Here are my main sideblogs!

@sheepaleepz-but-art --> my art blog!

@yammering-salad --> my guild wars 2 blog!

@resetswap-au --> my UT fancomic! It’s discontinued but it’s a fun lil archive if you wanna check that out

Here's some stuff I’m into!

Guild Wars 2

DnD

Legend of Zelda

Rottmnt (and tmnt in general!)

Lies of P

Genshin Impact

Kpop (Mostly just (G)I-DLE and ATEEZ tho)

Undertale

Mob Psycho (as well as a few other animes!)

The Sims 4

Ultrakill

SIGNALIS

Iron Widow

Lord of the Rings

Splatoon

Aaand a lot of other random stuff that I can’t remember off the top of my head lol

my oc tag is #sheepa’s ocs (that’s on my art blog tho). most of my original content can be found on either my art blog or my gw2 blog. anyways hello :)

[yourlocalmissingtexture]

Lmao I did tell the guy coworker that I was into writing (and also yammered about Rammstein for a good 5-10 minutes, which was cool because he’s a more casual fan so I got to info dump a little lol) and described my current writing project as “sci-fi meets occult, like Lovecraft, and most of the characters are zombies” and he made this weird face and said “you can send them too me if you want” before saying he doesn’t like to critique peoples’ stuff because it’ll make drama at work

I mean regarding that alone I do get it, but also like, if it’s a genuine critique and not just “wow that sucked” then I don’t mind. Idk if he’s the kind that pulls the “just being honest” card or not so hard to tell

And secondly it’s extremely funny because he’s so dead set on acting like a 90s-00s dudebro, says stuff like “you can’t joke about anything anymore” and “people these days are so sensitive,” and my zombies are extremely queer and some have sex, often freaknasty sex. Like bro you act tough but my filthy former investor freakboy Richard would make you gag. This guy’s probably seen all the 2000s dudebro classics like the Wolf of Wall Street, American Psycho, and Fight Club and unironically relates to at least one main character, but would hate Rich

Thanks but no thanks man, you’re not cool enough to appreciate my goofy ass queer zombies

[lokilickedme]

Somebody help me chill, this is insane.

(under the cut because long and also pretty traumatic, for me at least)

Crazy neighbor, remember her?  Her son destroyed a piece of equipment we had attached to one of our trees at the fenceline last week, she denied it and called us insane liars - that’s the most recent craziness in the ongoing saga of the neighbor from hell.  I was sitting here reading my dash tonight and happened to glance over at the monitor for the surveillance camera husband got me the other day to watch that exact spot (where the equipment was smashed) and guess who I see bent over looking through the fence peering very closely at that exact spot?  Neighbor’s equally insane son, who we know did the actual dirty work.  And I, stupid like I am, took a screenshot of him and then immediately jumped up and ran outside in the dark in my pajamas (nearly 9pm, pitch black, their porch light is off because obviously they’re doing something they don’t want to be seen doing) and I ask “Excuse me, what are you doing?”

This lunatic immediately starts SCREAMING at me - I mean top of his lungs SCREAMING abusive threats, calling me a stupid psycho whore bitch, yelling at me to get my ass back in my house and generally just acting completely off his rocker unhinged nuts - and then his mother comes out and comes over to the fence and gets in my face while I’m just standing there and tells me to mind my own business.  I say I am minding my business, I saw him looking through the fence at my property right where we had vandalism happen last week so I came out to find out why he’s interested in my property.  She laughed in my face and said “No he wasn’t, he was standing right here looking at his phone like this” and she does this little pantomine of someone looking at their phone, which is funny because she wasn’t out there when he was doing it and there are no windows on that side of her house at all.  I ignored her and asked “What are you looking for?”  He kept screaming incoherent animal noises and insults from behind her so I asked again, ��What are you looking for?”  And that crazy woman grinned at me and said “We’re just looking to see what kind of new devices you’ve installed!”

OMG.  She didn’t even take a breath in between lying and then contradicting her own lie.  And she’s grinning smugly at me the entire time, gesturing around pointing at our property cams and mosquito light (it flashes and apparently she thinks it’s watching her) and my bedroom window - which means she’s been snooping.  There is a cam sitting in my windowsill, aimed at the spot where the device was smashed.  Every bit of this equipment is on our property, some of it behind a privacy fence.  I tell her it’s none of her business what kind of devices we’ve got on our property, but she just yammers over me, and of course numbskull is still ranting like a psycho behind her, screaming at me to mind my own business and get back in my house and leave them alone.  At this point he’s pulled out his phone and shoved it over her shoulder toward my face and is recording me, which is just...fucking hilarious...because I’m literally doing nothing but standing there in shock and awe at how nuts these people are, and he’s still screaming abusive curses and names at me while he’s recording.

Anyway, for about 4.5 minutes we stood there with them shouting over me (I know the exact time because it was later discovered that our doorbell cam recorded audio of the entire event) and a little ways into it he screams “I WILL TEAR YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!!”

At this point psycho woman finally turns around and says “Addison Case!” and pushes him back.  He lunges at me and she tells him to go call the police (??what??  I mean...I wish he had...my phone was in my hand frozen solid, locked up because of the glitchy surveillance app I had to install to see the camera, or else I would have called them myself - but my god they really thought I was the one the cops needed to come for??).  Meanwhile I’m just standing there on my own property in the dark in my pajamas, all 5 feet and 120 lbs of me, while this rabid animal - he’s a 21 year old college boy - is lunging at me and screaming nonstop, calling me a fucking whore bitch loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear it while his phone’s camera light is in my face blinding me.  Crazy lady smiles that smug shit eating grin of hers and tells me to get back in my house, leave her alone, and move the hell away so she can live in peace.

Wow.  Just...holy shit.

This is the person who has allowed her dog to attack my very small 8 year old son on our property and send him to the hospital with injuries last year, then attempt to attack him again 2 weeks ago (he is now 9 at the time of the second attack) - again on our own property (in our back yard this time, in our front yard the first time), has allowed her dogs (multiple) to bark all night long and keep us awake (she leaves them outside and then goes away for the weekend and they bark the entire time she’s gone), then she had her crazy violent son destroy the BarkBox we put in our tree on our side of the fence last week (we put it up as a humane way to get the barking to stop without having to listen to her call us insane liars every time we complain about it).  Yet...she kept repeating over and over and over for us to leave her alone and stop harassing her.

All I could even do was stand there shaking my head.  It was surreal.  And frustrating, because they wouldn’t even let me get a word out without screaming over me, and she was doing that infuriating Karen thing where they shove their hand at your face and grin smugly while they’re telling you what you better do or they’ll call someone to make you.

I actually started laughing, it was so ludicrous.  She’s committed all those vile offenses against us and we’re the ones that need to leave her alone.  We’ve had to file four police reports against her and we’re the ones that are making her life miserable.  I just can’t stop thinking about that Liar Liar movie where the repeat offender keeps calling his lawyer to complain that the cops won’t stop arresting him and the lawyer finally yells THEN STOP BREAKING THE LAW ASSHOLE!!

It’s just like that.  My god.

SO -

She tells him to call the police again, and this limp dick shoves that phone light right up to my face and says “You think she’s worth calling the cops over?  Look at her, she don’t look worth it to me.”  And bitch starts laughing.  My god, these people are subhuman, I swear.  I’ve never seen anyone act like this in my life, over a person doing literally nothing to them.

So she finally orders her rabid son (who is just about foaming at the mouth, I swear he’s making these barking animal noises at me, it’s weird as hell) into the house and they walk away, with him still ranting like a madman until the door closes behind them.  I immediately go inside my own house and call my husband, who was way out at the back of our property in our camper (he self quarantines each day after work out there to protect us because there have been a lot of covid cases at his workplace) and he didn’t know anything was happening.  He immediately runs up to the house and I tell him I caught neighbor’s thug son messing around at our fence and that when I went out he threatened to kill me.

Tom grabs something - I don’t even know what it was, I think it was this piece of board that was sitting by the door, we’ve done a shelving project recently and a couple of leftover pieces have been there for a few days - and he stalks outside toward neighbor’s house.  I hear him yell COME OUT HERE BOY!!! and I stg you guys, if I wasn’t on the phone calling 911 I might have thought about getting naked right there and then because damn.

So anyway, let’s not go there.  This is serious by god lol (look for this to show up in a fic soon though because material like this doesn’t get handed to you for free every day).

I call 911 and say the neighbor’s son just threatened my life and for them to come quick because he’s still over there but I know he’s going to leave any second (this is his mom’s M.O, the two times the police have tried to go talk to her she gets in her car and leaves before they can get from my house to hers, and I know he’ll do the same because COWARDS).  Tom comes back and says the little pussywillow wouldn’t come out of the house.  He’s breathing fire, you guys.  Pure fucking fire.  I tell 911 to get somebody out quick before the kid leaves, and just about 2 minutes after I hang up he does just that - we see him blast past our house in his truck and he’s gone, and then the police arrive about 3 minutes after.  I’m so mad I can’t see straight.  If they’d been able to see him in the state he was in, they’d have arrested him on sight.

Two squad cars (big SUV’s) pull up and block her driveway with full lights flashing, which makes me laugh because suddenly we’ve got neighbors coming outside to see what’s going on.  I meet the officers outside, and the crazy bitch next door does the same, yelling “Hello Officer!” and waving to them as they’re coming up to my porch.

They talk to me and Tom for a long time, I tell them everything that happened, they interview Big (he and Little were inside the open door and heard it all), we fill out our statements and talk with them more until one officer goes next door to talk to neighbor.  We can hear her dripping her fake sugar and spice while they’re talking on her porch and my husband loses his shit - he heads toward her house and yells “We got the entire thing on recording, don’t even try to lie!  Your kid, threatening to kill my wife?!?”  (he’s referring to the camera in my bedroom window, which actually only recorded about 2 minutes because I don’t have it set up correctly yet, but they don’t know that). The officer yells at him to get back, which, yeah - he shouldn’t have done that, but for god’s sake the woman’s peckerhead son just literally threatened murder on a member of his family, this is the final fucking straw and he’s mad.  And as he’s coming back across the yard the officer that stayed with me points at our new doorbell camera, just freshly installed as of about two weeks ago, and asks if it’s on.  We haven’t even really figured out how to use it yet, but yes, as far as we know it’s on.  The incident happened around the side of the house, but the doorbell records audio.

God bless technology.

I invite the officer inside the house and Tom gets his phone, pulls up the app for the doorbell, and starts skipping through the recording looking for the right timestamp.  Up till this point all they have is me saying the guy screamed a lot of abusive profanities at me and threatened to tear my head off, and they’re taking me serious but probably not that serious, you know?  Neighbors fight all the time, wars start over barking dogs, things get exaggerated, we’ve all seen the TV dramas.

Until Tom finds the segment on the footage and starts playing it to them on his phone.  It’s kind of quiet because we were a good distance away, but you can hear the guy screaming just like I said he was.  The officer asks if we have a speaker we can play it through so he can hear the words more clearly, because he needs proof of threat and that’s entirely in the words.

You guys, I’m tellin’ ya, sometimes you get a chance to fucking SHINE.  My husband is a musician and this cop is asking him if he’s got a good speaker.  So within minutes Tom’s got this huge venue-style amplifier designed for broadcasting music to the back wall of a freaking stadium pulled out into the livingroom and he’s hooking his phone up to it, and then he hits play and the other officer comes back from next door to join us and I can tell by the annoyed look on his face that neighbor bitch has likely charmed him and shed a plethora of persecuted tears and spewed her lies about how we’ve been harassing her forEVER and I think for a second that it’s a total loss now, he’s made his mind up in her favor.

And then...away we go.  Tom cranks the volume on the speaker and they both lean in to listen closely.

Just about a minute into the recording they have their proof - thugnuts screaming I WILL TEAR YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!!!

Both officers nod, close their notebooks, and the second officer makes a phonecall while the first one turns to me and says “That’s terroristic threatening and it’s a class C felony.  You’re going to need to go to the PA’s office with all the reports you’ve filed against them so far and all your evidence from tonight including that recording and hand it all to them.  They’re likely going to issue a no-contact so that he can’t interact with you ever again.”

This is a victory, but it’s just the first step, and I feel sickeningly disheartened that it’s all in my lap to do everything.  I want them to go demand his whereabouts from his mother and just go get his ass and haul him in.  But no, I have a ton of legwork to do now because these horrible people won’t fucking stop.

After several more minutes of me asking questions about what exactly we need to do and where we need to go, etc etc (I’m competent but I’m also fucking rattled, someone threatened to kill me tonight and I’m blanking hard on the instructions he’s giving me) they finally wrap it up and leave.  They’ve been in my house for a half hour waiting for me to finish filling out the report (I had to ask for more paper because honey I’m getting ALL the details in there) and I can just imagine how freaked out neighbor is when she sees what time they finally move their cars from in front of her driveway.

And now I’m coming down from the weird calm that I had through the entire event, and my heart feels like it’s going to EXPLODE.  I had heart surgery two months ago, do I need this??  The pathetic part is that I know now just how stupid those people are, and I know this won’t be the end from their side by any means.  We’ll start finding more stuff broken, or he’ll start climbing over the fence back at the back of the property to steal stuff from husband’s tool shed, or my tires will get slashed.  These people are that dumb and hateful, they proved it tonight.  He said if we had animals he would kill them, and then he made the same threat against me.  How stupid does a person have to be to stand there with his phone out recording himself ranting and making threats against a woman standing in her own yard in her pajamas?  Big tough man there.  And his mama grinning at me the whole time, telling me I’m crazy and she’s concerned for her own safety because of me, while her son is standing right behind her threatening my life.

I’m just...my god, I don’t even know what to think.  I thought people only acted like this in TV dramas, seriously.  I’ve seen some shit in my life but this particular brand of stupid has up till now evaded me, but now it’s been in my face and I’m sort of in shock.

I don’t like guns.  At ALL.  Tom has always had at least one hidden carefully away, safely locked up away from the house, but now there are two inside my house in immediate grabbing range.  He insisted that I let him show me how to use them.  Rules were laid down for the boys - never touch, never, don’t even get close to them - and now there is a box of shotgun shells on my fireplace mantel and a singleshot rifle by the door.  I hate this so damn much.

Don’t pick it up unless you’re ready to use it, he told me.  Without even thinking, I said back, “If I touch it it’s getting used.”

I HATE THIS SO FUCKING MUCH

My god.  I told the cops that the drug lord that lived over there four years ago was a better neighbor than this woman.  They didn’t even laugh.

I guess they’re right, now that I think about it...it isn’t funny.

[kmp78]

😑 You should listen to advice K and get the help you need what you women do here is not normal, and sorry but it’s true you’re wrong and sick, you have now the worst reputation on the small overinvolved fraction of Mars fandom, and that’s alarming considering this group of people are rather ultra, you lie saying you didn’t watch Js and illenium live, yet you miraculously happened to land at the second J moved his phone for an instant, took an screencap and post about Las Vegas, no doubt you were there front and center live recording every minute with one of your many sockpuppet accounts most likely queengoddessvalery, you’re a complete psycho stalker uber obsessed and toxic as fuck and you fool no one. No doubt there are some obsessed jealous crazies out there even denying JL wrote the lyrics of the new song, but dude you are your lackies here are the bottom line worst, and you made your reputation.

People don’t know who’s AH but you went all the way to doxx JL’s Las Vegas situation, obsessed doesn’t even cut it.

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Oh honey...

You know that Lives etc. can be FASTFORWARDED back/forth by that cute little round thingie at the bottom? 👇

Try it the next time you don´t feel like listening to his boring yammerings. 🙂

And HOW THE F AM I DOXXING HIM??? 🤔

Are you unwell? 🤔

[mandareeboo]

Hi there, I'm curious if you have a list of what you're planning on reviewing eventually? uwu

Hello! I have a couple of standards right now- Fullmetal Brotherhood (and maybe 2003 if ppl want that too!), Promised Neverland (I know s2 is coming out eventually), Madoka Magica (there’s, like, four movies?????), and Gargoyles! 

As for future stuff- I dunno quite yet! I had planned on liveblogging BNA, but not a lot of interest is in that one. A couple of folks have recommended Mob Psycho! I usually collect potential options and just put them to poll when they come up lol. 

Maybe... I could playthrough a videos game? I don’t have a microphone for that rn, but I yammer just as much as I play video games as I liveblog (friends can confirm; I’m playing Danganronpa 2 rn and every case I stop at the very beginning and give a fully detailed rant on who I suspect is the killer) so if people don’t mind watching me get wreckt over and over again that’s a possibility! 

[another-om-mc]

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Maybe I shouldn’t have said yes… Cooking eggs over a fire, I know how to do, but now I had a few boxes of cake and brownie mixes and I’m stalling by running around the kitchen looking for mixing bowls and cake pans. I messed up I messed up I messed up I messed up I messed up I messed up

“’EY!” I chocked on a scream, turning around fast enough to slosh some of the liquid cake mix onto my shirt. Oh. Normally I’d be relieved to see Mammon behind me, but he looked so upset. Not mad, just…. I dunno, emotionally constipated like everyone else here I guess.

“Y...yeah?”

“Why are y’ so damn stressed baking?” He pointed at my hands death gripping the spatula when I just kept looking confused instead of answering, “Pact, remember?” Oh, yeah, I was even worried about it earlier and somehow it slipped my mind now. “Y’ve been stressed the fuck out all day.”

How is he just leaning on the counter like we didn’t almost just die? Sure Levi blew up before, and the demons at school liked to start fights with us, but this wasn’t the same level. My eyes stung, and I guess I was just staring off into space while I thought about my answer, since he just took the bowl from me and set it aside. That’s fine; I don’t think I can make it any way.

“I already told ya, just ask for help.” He thinks its actually about baking…. Of coarse he does! He has to deal with this psycho shit every day, and he’s a demon, who can actually take a beating from Lucifer. This is probably a normal Tuesday for him.

I’m dumb.

He sighed and stopped messing with the fire he’d stoked in the stone oven, turned to me and looked me in the eye. I hate when people do that, it’s so uncomfortable; not that I’d dare say that right now. Later. “Ok, clearly you didn’t read up on pacts before making them.” Ok, yeah, that’s true. “I dunno what you’re thinking, but what ever it is it’s so much emotion I can feel it. So spill it or get over it, yeah?”

I stared, a bit horrified, for a minute; I didn’t want to make him feel as bad as I did. Especially with how he gets treated all the time. A million thoughts are running around my head and I can’t grasp on to any of them.

Panic. Fear. I’m fucking up. I keep fucking up. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I fucked it up.

“Do you wanna take it back?” I offered up my hands to him, not sure how to actually break a pact, “I don’t want you to feel this.” I don’t wanna look up at him, so I just look at the yellow-gold markings. I really like them; they’re pretty

!!!! And now hes grabbing my face. I hate when people touch me! Please don’t Touch me! Don’t Don’t Don’t Don’t Don’t - “Can y’ not hear me?” What? “I didn’ say nothin about that, I said spill it. Tell me whats going on in yer head!”

Brain.exe has crashed. I don’t know how to do that? This isn’t normal. Why isn’t he mad? … This place isn’t home, it isn’t normal. What do I do?

“Are you ok?”

His hands dropped, I almost wish he didn’t? This place isn’t normal. He looks so annoyed with me. Guilt. “First of all, stop feeling so fuckin’ guilty!” He reaches for me so fast and shakes me I covered my face reflexively. Panic. God I’m so pathetic. They should just eat me. I hate that I did that; that he saw me do that. “I’m not gunna hurt you.” Guilt. “I know...”

I still wasn’t looking at him. I’d rather look at anything else right now. He put his chin on my head and I don’t get how he’s so nice to me. I know it’s his job, and we’re sorta friends, but no ones ever nice to me but Shan and I don’t know how to deal with it and It’s a lot and I don’t want him to move; I wanna cry. I don’t want him to feel how gross I feel, I don’t want him to see me cry, or how useless I was. I’m so useless here; I’m not used to it. “Thank you.” He can think what he wants about what its for. “Um… can you help me figure out this stove?”

Decompression, relief… safe. Safe? ………… Yeah, he’s safe.

He’s yammering on about something Devildom related I don’t quite understand fully, and just helping, like it’s normal. I can’t help but smile a bit while I get the sticky now fully soaked in cake batter out of my hoody and watch him try his best with baking supplies; he’s not very good at this. It’s cute.

Affection, grateful.

Fear.

His shit lifts above his pant line and I can see the bruises. Anger. Resentment.

“Are you ok?” I asked again, realizing he never answered me earlier.

He looks back at me with a face full of confusion, “Why do you keep asking me that?” “Because you won’t answer me.” And because I know you aren’t. Even with out the bruises, this place sucks a good half the time. I know he’s just going to keep rambling and deflecting so I just take it into my own hands and lift his shirt over the bruise. He doesn’t even look mad like I expected he would, just panic-y; and I can feel it. He shoves his shirt back down and grins like a guilty idiot, “M’ fine. I’m The Great Mammon after all!” I wish he’d stop doing that. I get it, I know why he does it, but I wish he didn’t have to pretend like that.

I’m so tired. I put my forehead on his chest and he just freezes. That’s fine. I’ll get off if he tells me to, but I just wanna stay here for a minute. Then two. Then the timer goes off; I can’t believe he even had the forethought to set a timer.

We’re fixing the cakes onto plates and setting up the next round of stuff, “I’m not very strong here. In the human world I can just fight my problems, and usually win. I’m not used to being useless.” I admitted, and then we both pretended like I said nothing and went on with our business like nothing happened. Thank you.

[theyearoftheking]

Book Twenty-Three: It

"Maybe that’s why God made us kids first and built us close to the ground, because He knows you got to fall down a lot and bleed a lot before you learn that one simple lesson. You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for... and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.” 

I’m just going to come right out and say it.

Orgy. 

Pre-teen child orgy.

Weird-ass, icky, questionable judgement that I’m going to chalk up to years of drug and alcohol abuse... orgy. 

Of all the strange and bizarre things Steve has written over the years, the child orgy scene in It might be the strangest one. I’ve read articles back and forth, and I know there was controversy surrounding whether or not to include it in the movie (glad cooler heads prevailed there!), but ick!!! Maybe it’s because my daughter is Beverly’s age, but ick!!! 

I don’t think it belonged in the book. There were hundreds of other way the kids could have cemented their friendship, and shown adult status without sex. I mean, they already had a blood oath: what more do you need?? 

I know. This is such a small scene in the book, but it troubles me as a woman, a feminist, and most importantly, a mother. And as a writer, I’m also troubled that parts of it are written like a bad porn: “Something that will bring us together forever. Something that will show...that I love you all... Who’s first?” 

Gag. I just threw up in my mouth a little. 

I loved reading It. The past and present chapters of the book flowed so fluidly, the character development was excellent, and Pennywise is terrifying. But this one part just keeps me from ever wanting to read it again. And then it had me questioning my own enjoyment of the book. Should I come down hard on this one for Steve’s tone-deaf attitude towards children having sex? Should I just ignore it and move along? Is it callus for me to enjoy the book, and still be bothered by the child orgy scene? 

I think I finally settled on the last option. 

Okay. We tackled the elephant in the room, now let’s move along to my half-assed review of the rest of the book. 

I thought I had read It in the past, but when the book was delivered, I was shocked to see how thick it was. I was expecting a much shorter read. That was clue number one I had never read it. Clue number two was not really remembering the past and present story lines. So I’m going to assume I’m at that fragile, old age where I no longer remember every book I’ve ever read. 

I have seen both of the recent movies, and thought they stayed fairly true to the book, and I liked their casting. I even imagined several movie characters as I was reading along. It was a solid book, and I flew through it in a little over a week. Not bad for normal reading standards, but a little long for Coronavirus reading standards. 

Cue the Cardi... Coronavirus! 

Sorry. I really love this video, and find myself yelling, “Coronavirus! Shit is real!” far too often. 

So, for those of you who have been living under a rock your entire lives, It is the story of Pennywise, a murderous clown who preys on innocent children in Derry, Maine every twenty-seven years or so. Yes, he’s a clown, but he can also take the form of a spider, a werewolf, or whatever you’re most terrified of. “Glamour, he said, was the Gaelic name for the creature which was haunting Derry; other races and other cultures at other times had different words for it, but they all meant the same thing... The Himalayans called it a tallus or taelus, which meant an evil magic being that could read your mind, and then assume the shape of the thing you were most afraid of.” 

So, It kills little Georgie Denbrough, and his older brother Bill lives with the guilt of Georgie’s death. Bill had been at home with the flu, but had made Georgie a paper boat he could play with outside, and race through the flooding streets. Bill feels if he had been there, Georgie might still be alive, and his parents might be far less vacant and depressed. That’s some serious guilt. 

Bill and his gang of friends: Stan Uris, Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Beverly Marsh, Mike Hanlon, and Ben Hanscom all band together and form The Losers Club after admitting they’ve seen It in some form or another. In addition to taking out a few psychotic child bullies in a rock fight, they also mortally wound It. They have a group orgy, and a blood oath to celebrate their victory.

The kids grow up, and all go their seperate ways until twenty-seven years later when Mike calls them all to let them know It is killing again. Stanley Uris kills himself in the bathtub, but the rest of the Losers Club all travel back to Derry to see what’s up. Richie is a California-based DJ, Eddie runs a car service and married a woman just like his crazy mother, Beverly is a famous clothing designer, Ben is a world-famous architect, Bill is an acclaimed writer, and Mike is the librarian at the Derry Public Library. 

All of them have vague memories of their time in Derry, and barely remember one another. But once they get back in town, the memories and bad habits start flooding back. Eddie is back to sucking on his aspirator every few minutes (despite his asthma being psychosomatic), Richie can no longer wear contacts and is back to his dorky glasses, and Bill is back to stuttering, something he hasn’t done since childhood. Good times. 

While the Loser’s Club is assembling and eating Chinese food together, Pennywise takes it upon himself to release psycho childhood bully Henry Bowers from Juniper Hill, the mental institution he’s been in for years. Sidenote... one of the meanest counselors at Juniper Hill is Koontz. Coincidence? I’m going with no... 

Mike informs everyone It is back in action again, killing people, and they all made a promise to come back to Derry if It ever went on another murderous rampage. So, they head back into the sewers again to take It out once and for all. They succeed, Eddie dies, Beverly’s abusive asshole husband dies, Audra, Bill’s wife, is catatonic from the shock of the whole thing, and the entire town of Derry literally and metaphorically collapses in on itself. But on the bright side, It is dead, and there wasn’t another orgy. Huzzah! 

The book is chock full of Steve tropes (chambray work shirts! multiple mentions of Shawshank prison! Happy Crappy everywhere!); and also a few mentions of past and future books. Loser’s Club member Ben Hanscom is a chunky kid, and he’s made fun of for his weight. At one point, he recants a traumatic locker room scene where kids are “fat-paddling” him. Yes, it’s as cringy as it sounds. The gym teacher finally breaks it up, and Ben describes, “...what he did was grab one of my tits in each hand and squeeze. Then he took his hands away and rubbed them on his pants like he’d touched something dirty.” This was basically the male version of Carrie: locker room torture and dirty pillows. I laughed way too hard at that. But unlike Carrie White, Ben grows up to be handsome, famous, and he gets the girl without starting anyone on fire. 

Later on in the novel, Beverly is dealing with her abusive, crazy husband, Tom Rogan. After she beats the crap out of him and flees for Derry, he tries to track her down. First, he stops by her best friend’s house, and almost beats her to death before she tells him Beverly left for Derry. Tom Rogan is so evil and terrifying, I couldn’t help but wonder if his character planted a seed in Steve’s mind for Rose Madder. I saw a lot of similarities. 

There were also a few Dark Tower references. The Turtle is mentioned throughout the book, and The Turtle is also known as Maturin, one of the Guardians of the Beam in the Dark Tower universe. #allthingsservethebeam

Later on, Bill is on his way to take on It and, “He thought dimly of riding in a train and passing one going in the other direction, a train that was so long it seemed eventually to stand still or even move backward. He could still hear It, yammering and buzzing, Its voice high and angry, not human, full of mad hate...”

Could it be Blaine? Blaine is a pain! 

There was also one Wisconsin reference, Beverly takes a flight out of Milwaukee. After several books with no Wisconsin references, it was nice seeing Steve give us the love we deserve. 

Orgy aside, I really loved It (things you never think you’ll say out loud, or type for that matter). If nothing else, you have to give Steve credit for making creepy clowns a thing. At one point in the book, Steve writes, “The fears of children could often be summoned up in a single face... and if bait were needed, why, what child did not love a clown?” 

Um, no children today, thanks to your sick ass! 

Next up is Eyes of the Dragon, which I have never read before, and is slow going. But at least it’s short. 

Total Wisconsin Mentions: 16

Total Dark Tower References: 16

Book Grade: A+

Rebecca’s Definitive Ranking of Stephen King Books

The Talisman: A+

Different Seasons: A+

It: A+

The Shining: A-

The Stand: A-

Skeleton Crew: B+

The Dead Zone: B+

‘Salem’s Lot: B+

Carrie: B+

Creepshow: B+

Cycle of the Werewolf: B-

Danse Macabre: B-

The Running Man: C+

Thinner: C+

The Long Walk: C+

The Gunslinger: C+

Pet Sematary: C+

Firestarter: C+

Rage: C

Cujo: C-

Nightshift: C-

Roadwork: D

Christine: D

Stay healthy and keep social distancing, my friends!

Until next time, Long Days and Pleasant Nights,

Rebecca

[mindmend]

‘ do you ever, I don’t know, shut the fuck up? ’     maybe his constant yammering on and on and on is finally getting to her. maybe it’s because she’s still feeling the residual headache ringing in her head from getting her brains bashed in by a baseball bat last night — no, tonight — fuck, this death loop bullshit is exhausting.      ‘ the whole point of a stakeout is to blend in and try and figure out who this psycho stalking us is, so please. shut up. ’

@dontdie meets a sorority girl who gets it

[los-angeles-toon-patrol]

Daily Toony Circumstance

Well we think the trial period is over and Toontown Airbnb is here to stay! The human visitors have been completely peachy with their reviews of animated hospitality! I'm surprised they didn't complain about the food! But I guess it's a cultural thing for Californians to try different food, even if they're eating toon food. Psycho would probably say "when you go into the realm of the Fae, don't eat anything!!". But he's almost gnawed his way out of the cement, so his mouth is busy. I wonder what's next for toontown? I hope we get a good ride share thing! The talking taxis are too busy yammering to get you where you need to go! Sorry Benny, but it's true! -Stupid

[morbid-mary]

What A Furry Ride

Chapter 6 Set in Episode 7

They scramble inside the building and pull the doors closed. “Lock it! Lock it!” Scott says frantically. “Does it look like I have a key?!” Stiles says. Dani grabs the handles and uses her weight to help keep the doors shut. "Grab something!" Scott says. “What?!” Stiles asks. “Anything!” Scott says. “Hey-hey! Where are the cutters?” Dani asks. Stiles stands up and looks out the window. “They’re outside..” he mumbles. 

“Stiles no” Scott says. Stiles tries to open the door and Dani snatches him away from it. “What the hell!” He says. “You are not going out there” She says. “How are we suppose to lock the doors?” Stiles asks. “I will get them” Dani says. The two of them start yammering in protest. “HEY!” she yells, getting their attention. “I am the only one going outside to get those cutters now keep quiet and stay away from the doors” Dani says.

“What? No, you’re not going out there!” Scott says. “Yeah, who made you team leader?” Stiles says. “Because it is my job to keep you safe” Dani states firmly. Stiles and Scott simply nod. She looks at them and gives a soft smile to try to calm them down. “We’ll get through..I promise” she says and ruffles Scott’s hair. Dani was trying very hard not to lose it. She just watched her friend die in front of her, the alpha is going to eat them, her brother is starting to panic, and Stiles will follow suit pretty soon.

 Dani looks out the window to see if the coast was clear while she slips off her shoes. “What are you doing?” Scott asks. “I run faster with no shoes” Dani says. “You can’t outrun the alpha! It’s the freaking alpha!” Stiles says. So many sarcastic come backs popped into her head. She settles for a zinger. She tosses her shoes and adjusts her skirt. “I don’t have to outrun the alpha..I just have to outrun you” she says.

Dani slips outside and looks around. The cutters were a little ways down the steps. She takes a deep breath and quickly tiptoes down the steps in her polka dot socks. She squats down, watching her surroundings as she grabs the cutters. The alpha crawls out from behind Stiles’s jeep and her heart almost stopped. The boys start banging on the window and shout for her. The alpha charges and Dani makes a break for it. Scott and Stiles yank her inside and she slides the cutters in place, locking the doors.

“Are you okay?” Scott asks. “I almost peed myself” She admits. The three of them slowly stand and look out the windows in the doors. No alpha. “Where is it?” Scott asks. Stiles pulls out his giant flashlight and flashes it out the window, trying to find the alpha. Dani snatches the flashlight and turns it off. “Are you nuts?! Did you not see what happened to those kids in ‘Jurassic Park’?!” Dani scolds. “Oh crap” Stiles says. 

He remembered the scene she was talking about. In the first movie the older sister was flashing the flashlight around in that jeep they were in. It was like a beacon for the T-Rex. Then it tried to eat them, then the car, then pushed them off the cliff. “I do not want to get eaten, okay!” Dani says. Stiles nods and takes the flashlight back. 

“That wont hold will it?” Scott asks. Dani backs them away from the door. “Probably not” Stiles says. They look down the dark hallway. “Come on we gotta hide somewhere” Dani says. The sound of a howl cuts the short silences and they take off running down the hallway. They get into a classroom. Scott and Stiles grab the teachers desk and slide it. The desk makes a loud screeching noise against the floor. “Stop, stop” Stiles says.

“The door’s not gonna keep it out” Stiles says. “Neither will this wall of windows” Dani says and gestures for them to move back toward the door. “It’s your boss” Stiles says. “What?” Scott says. Dani gently guides them toward the door. “Deaton, the alpha, your boss” Stiles says. “No!” Scott says. “Yes! He’s a murdering psycho werewolf!” Stiles says. “I’m sorry sweetie, but it makes sense” Dani says. 

“Exactly! He disappears and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air, that’s not convenient timing?” Stiles says. “It’s not him” Scott says. “Honey, he killed Derek!” Dani says. “Derek’s not dead, he can’t be dead” Scott says. “Blood spurted out of his mouth! That doesn’t exactly qualify for-” “-shu-hush, please stop” Dani says. “Are you crying?” Stiles asks. “I’m trying not to and you describing his death when I saw it pretty clearly the first time doesn’t help!” She snarls at him.

“Oh my God” Stiles groans. “I get it, we’re next!” Scott says. “What do we do?” He adds. They both look at Dani. “Come on, red leader” Stiles says. Dani growls and thinks for a second. “We can’t run so we have to figure out a way to get to the cars. When we get out there, we take my car” Dani says. “What, and leave my jeep here?!” He says. “My car is not a stick shift and starts up a lot faster than yours so we will take my car” she says firmly. 

The boys move over to the windows. “Hey, hey get away from there” Dani says. Scott tries to jimmy one of the window settings. “That won’t work Scott now back up, both of you” She says. “Stiles what’s wrong with the hood of your jeep?” Scott asks. “What do you mean?” Stiles asks and pulls away from Dani, standing by the windows. “It’s bent” Scott says. “What, like dented?” Stiles asks. “No, that’s ripped open” Dani corrects. Her heart tights in her chest and she reaches for the boys. “Move, now” She says.

The three of them quickly move towards the door. Something crashes through the windows behind them. Dani grabs Scott and Stiles and pulls them down behind the desk for cover. “What was that?” Scott asks. Stiles tries to get up to see, but Dani extends her arm and flattens him against the back of the desk. Stiles lets out an incoherent noise and rubs his chest. Dani leans over, poking her head around the edge of the desk. There was a car battery sitting in the floor a few feet away from them. "It’s a car battery” she says. Stiles gets up on his knees and looks over the desk. “That’s my battery” he says.

“We have to move” Dani says. “He could be right outside!” Scott whispers. “He is right outside!” Stiles says. “Just let me take a look” Scott says. “No!” Dani whispers harshly. “Get up, lets go!” she whispers. They walk out out into the dark hallway again and Stiles turns on his flashlight. “This way” Scott says. Dani grabs him, “No, no, no” she says. “What?” Scott says. “For God’s sake man, let red leader lead!” Stiles says. Dani shoots Stiles a look.

“If we’re going to hide somewhere, lets pick a room with no windows” She says. “Every single room in this building has windows” Scott points out. “Well then a room with less windows obviously” Dani says. “The locker room!” Scott says. “Brilliant, lets go!” Dani says. She takes Scott’s hand and they all make their way down to the locker room.

The three of them slip into the locker room. “Call your dad” Scott says. “And tell him what?” Stiles asks. “I don’t know, anything. Gas leak, a fire, whatever. If that thing sees a parking lot full of cop cars it’ll take off!” Scott says. “What if it doesn’t? What if it goes completely terminator and kills every cop in sight? Including my dad!” Stiles says. “They have guns” Scott says. Dani sighs and shakes her head. “That’s not gonna be enough. Derek had to get hit by a wolfsbane laced bullet in order to slow him down. He’s just gonna take it like wolverine and heal.” Dani says. “And that’s when wolverine would get angry and kill everybody!” Stiles says. 

“Hugh Jackman is perfect for that role” Dani says. “He really is” Stiles says. “I mean, he’s the right build for the character and I really like how they did his hair too” Stiles adds. “I know right, Marvel really goes for the details” Dani says. “’X-Men: First Class’ came out this year did you see it?” Stiles says. “Yes, it was so good” Dani says. “Guys!” Scott says. “Right, sorry” Stiles says. “We gotta figure out how to get out of here and like, run for it” Scott says. “There’s nothing near the school for like a mile” Dani says.

“There’s Derek’s car” Scott points out. Stiles’s mouth opens slightly as he gets some ideas. “No, no way” Dani says. “Why not?” Scott asks. “You are not driving a camaro!” Dani says. “Why not?” Scott says. “Fine, but I’m making you grab the keys off his body and I’ll drive it, not you!” Dani says. Scott scoffs and Dani cuts him off before he could say anything. “And Stiles-” She pulls out her keys. “-Will drive my car with you riding shotgun” She says. 

They were about to start yammering again when Dani drops her keys into Stiles’s hands. “This is not up for debate, okay?” She says. “Fine” Scott says. “This could work” Stiles says. “We get the keys off his body and she’ll take his car” Stiles says. “And him” Scott and Dani say in unison. “Fine, whatever” Stiles says eyeing them both.

They three of them walk over to the door. Dani reaches for the handle and Scott grabs her hand. “What is it?” She asks quietly. Scott heard something. “Shh..” he says. A shadow moves in front of the door. Dani extends her arms backing them up slowly. Stiles turns off his flashlight as they all step backwards. “Hide..now” Dani says. Stiles looks over and grabs at the locker making a lot of noise. “Stiles!” Dani growls. He makes a funny noise as he crams himself into the locker. Dani pushes Scott into a locker before hiding in one herself. 

The door opens. Stiles was trying to look through the slots so he could see. Scott was doing the same thing. Dani, however, was trying to focus on staying calm. She was just barely holding on like a hair on a biscuit. She wanted to break down so badly, but she had to get Scott and Stiles home safely. The door shuts. Stiles covers his mouth with his hand and Scott flattens against the back of the locker. They could hear footsteps. Dani tilts her head, listening carefully. That couldn’t be the alpha. The alpha doesn’t wear shoes. Someone else was in the building.

Scott’s locker is opened by the janitor. The janitor yells and they all scramble out of their lockers trying to get him to shut up. “Be quiet!” Stiles says. “God, what the hell are you guys trying to do, kill me?!” He says. “All of you, get out” he adds. “Just listen for half a second, okay?” Stiles says. “Not okay, get the hell out of here right now!” The janitor says and pushes them all out the door. “Just one second to explain!” Stiles says. “Just shut up and go-” Something grabs the janitor yanking him back into the locker room. Dani grabs the boys and drags them up the stairs away from the screams. 

Allison was standing at the end of her driveway, waiting. Scott was suppose to come over and he was very late. Her phone rings and she answers it. “Lydia says we’re coming to get you” Jackson says. “Please don’t I’m sure he’s on his way he’s only..twenty six minutes late..” She says and sighs. “You hear that? First it’s “he’s only twenty six minutes late” months later it’s “he only hits me when he’s drunk” slippery slope Allison, slippery slope!” Lydia says. “We’re picking you up” Jackson says. “No” Allison says. “Too late” Jackson says. 

Allison turns around as Jackson’s car pulls up. She walks over and Jackson rolls his window down. “Lydia gets what Lydia wants” He says. “Come on get in, we can stop by his place and see if he’s there” Jackson says. Allison gets a text from a new number. “Is that him with the best explanation ever for why he’s half a freaking hour late?” Lydia says with a snide little attitude. Allison shakes her head, “Not exactly..”

Dani, Scott, and Stiles are booking it up one of the hallways. They slam into the back entrance doors expecting them to open, but they were blocked. “What the hell?” Stiles says. Scott pushes the door open just barely and sees that the massive dumpster is what’s blocking the doors. “It’s the dumpster” he says. “He pushed it in front of the door locking us in” Stiles says. “Fantastic” Dani says. 

They walk back up the hallway. “I’m not dying here, I’m not dying at school” Stiles says. “We’re not going to die” Scott says. “We’re gonna get out of here guys, I promise” Dani says. “We just gotta hold it together a little longer” she adds. “What does he want!” Stiles says. He was now starting to panic. Dani knew it would happen at some point. “Me! Derek says it’s stronger with a pack! Scott says. “There’s no way in hell I’m letting him take you” Dani says.

Scott stops, looking out the windows. Dani and Stiles turn and look where he’s staring. The alpha was on the opposite roof on the other side of the courtyard. “Oh my God” Dani says softly. The alpha starts making his way along the roof towards the three of them. “GO!” Dani yells. Right as they take off running the alpha bursts through the glass. He regains his bearings quickly and chases after them. Dani slams the stairwell door open and pushes the boys ahead of her. They fly down the steps and through the doors at the bottom. 

Jackson pulls up at the school and climbs out of the car. “What are they doing here anyway?” he asks. Allison climbs out of the backseat. “All I got was this” she says and shows Jackson the text. ‘Meet me at the school URGENT - Scott’ “They lock the doors at night, you know” Lydia says. “That one’s open” Allison says, pointing to the front. It was the door Dani, Scott, and Stiles had locked earlier with the lock cutters. But the doors were open with the cutters propped against one of the doors.

Jackson follows Allison to the steps. “You don’t need me to state the obvious right?” he says. “That it looks like they broke into the school, no” Allison says. Jackson looks at the door then back at Allison. “Want me to come with you?” he asks. “No it’s okay?” Allison says, shaking her head. She starts for the steps, “Hey, Allison” Jackson says. He closes his eyes for a moment and shakes his head. “You have this look like you’re about to say be careful” Allison says. “I am” Jackson says. Allison smiles and takes the flashlight he was holding out to her. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right back” she says and flashes the light at him. 

The panicking trio was now in the lower level of the school. The slide around a corner and flatten against a wall of lockers. Scott peaks his head around the corner. The alpha snarls and turns, heading down a separate area of the room they all were in. “What are we gonna do?” Scott asks. “I don’t know, kill it, hurt it, put mental anguish on it, something” Stiles says. The alpha’s howl makes them all jump.

Dani looks over seeing the steel door that lead to the boiler room was open. There were no windows and no other way out of there except for that door. Dani slips her hand into Stiles’s jacket pocket. He flinches and slaps at her hand. She smacks him upside the head and pulls his keys out. She jingles them and throws them into the boiler room before pulling the boys behind the door. The alpha roars and chases the sound into the boiler room. Dani and the boys slam the door shut. She slides the lock in place while the boys grab a long desk and push it against the door. 

The alpha roars and slams against the door. It doesn’t budge. A wave of relief washes over the three of them. Dani’s whole body felt like jello all of a sudden. She wasn’t use to all that adrenaline. The alpha lets out several growls and roars of frustration. “Suck it” Dani huffs out and leans against the desk they pushed in front of the door.

Jackson and Lydia sat quietly in the car while they wait for Allison to come back. Jackson looks at Stiles’s jeep that wasn’t too far from them. “Do you see that?” He asks. “See what?” Lydia asks. “The hood on that piece of crap jeep looks crappier than usual” Jackson says. Jackson moves to unbuckle his seat belt. “Where are you going?” Lydia asks. “To take a look, stay here” Jackson says. Lydia’s eyes go wide. “I’m not staying in the car” she says. “Just stay in the damn-” “-Do not leave me alone in the car!” She interrupts. “Fine” Jackson says. 

They climb out of the car and walk over to Stiles’s jeep. They look at the hood. Jackson takes his hand and drags his fingers over the claw marks that were raked all the way down the hood. “Hmm, look at that. It is indeed a piece of crap” Lydia says. Jackson didn’t have a good feeling about all of this. “Can we get Allison and leave now?” She asks. Jackson backs away from the jeep and walks up the to schools. Lydia follows him, clutching her purse tightly.

The alpha slams against the door, hard. “Whoa!” Stiles says in surprise as they all jump. “Scott get across” Dani says. Scott takes her hand and quickly slides over the desk to their side. Stiles slides along the wall, toward the door. “What are you doing?” Scott asks. “I just wanna take a look at it” Stiles says. “No” Dani says firmly. “Why not?” Stiles asks. Dani’s jaw tightens as she stares at him. “If either of you ask me that one more time I swear to God..” She says slowly in a dangerous tone. 

“We could’ve been out of here by now if you two didn’t question every single thing I say” She says. “No wonder Derek gets so frustrated with the two of you so very quickly” she adds. “Oh come on, seriously?” Stiles says. Dani steps closer to him and he flattens against the wall next to Scott, trying to stay at a distance. “It is aggravating as hell” she growls. “You will do as I say, no questions no nothing, you will simply obey” She says in that low, commanding tone. “Do you understand” she says. They sputter out broken responses. “Do you understand!” she repeats. The boys stammer out a few yes’s along with some nervous nodding. 

“Can I ask why I can’t look at it?” Stiles asks. Scott just looks at him like he’s nuts. Dani glares at Stiles. “Okay no looking, right on red leader” He says nervously.  Dani takes a deep breath and her hard expression softens. Commander Dani scared the crap out of Stiles. He liked Loving Sister-y Dani. He was sure Scott would agree with him. She was terrifying when she was angry. 

“Come on let’s get out of here” Dani says. “Yes ma’am” Stiles says and salutes her. He desperately needed for her to smile so he could even remotely calm down a bit. She snorts and gives him that smile he needed. Stiles’s smile fades when he hears the alpha roar again. Another noise follows that made them all freeze. The alpha had jumped up into the ceiling and was walking right over them. “Move, go” Dani whispers and they run for their lives. 

Allison wanders through the dark halls with her flashlight. She hadn’t found Scott or Stiles or anybody and she was starting to get worried. “Scott?” She calls. Her voice softly echoes down the empty hall. She continues to wander, hoping she could get a little sliver of a noise, a voice, something. “Dani?” She calls. What she didn’t know was that she was being watched by the very creature that had trapped the three people she was looking for in the first place.

She didn’t know they were trapped or that she was as well. She had crawled inside Coraline’s other mother’s web without even knowing she was walking on that sickening yarn. Her eyes were about to be traded for buttons, but she was enjoying the gravy train that wound around the table. Completely oblivious to what was really happening. She was in for quite the rude awakening. Her father can’t save her this time. The secret door with the magic tunnel was gone and there was no way out. What a furry ride this night will be...