#randy fucking dies part one

[theseusdraws]

TW// FOR EYESTRAIN AND BLOOD.

“Your weak, and won’t survive the fight. Stay Down, Cunningham.”

[sm-baby]

TADC fanart masterpost! (WIP)

Not a "must read" i just wanted to put them all in one place :3c yall can just play russian roulette with these... have fun!

TADC CARNIVAL AU Masterpost

General The Amazing Digital Circus comics:

The Confession booth || Dubbed Version by @briandraws || Dubbed Version by @volticglitch

Exit door (Kofi request)

General Doodles

First ever TADC POST!

Second ever TADC post!

OMG I lovveee The Amazing Digital Circus

Caine Expression test!

Pomni Doodles

Beat his ass, Pomni

Christmas:

You did great || Dubbed Version by @volticglitch

You did Great (Part 2) || Dubbed Version by @mramazingva

The Snowman Comic || Bonus

Mistletoe

Bubble and Harold

Happy Holidays!

Able:

Able.AI introduction post!

Oh Able fucking died

Stop hitting your brother, Caine

Brothers Communication!

Able Voice Claim

Able let go of them!!

Babygirl pose

Big hands

Catboy Able???

Able put your clothes back on!

My, what a lovely drawing!

Able Doodles!!

Cutie patootie!

How'd you get there!!

Oh no Pomni

Gangle... ayo...

Company's Boys!

Showtime (Caine x Pomni):

First ever Showtime post!

God damn it, Jax!!

Char.AI joke

Caine has no body!

Comic Pomni and Caine wedding

Sleep

Doodle dump!

Dance with me!

Doodle dump (Again)!

Casual relationship || Dubbed version by @mramazingva

Asking out Caine || Dubbed Version @mramazingva

Doodle Page!

Doodle dump! (again again)

Pomni no!!

Doodle time (Feat. Able, Ragatha)

Doodle dump (again again again)

This, too, is showtime

Marriage!

Plushy showtime!

Showtime and other's support!

The Siblings Episode:

Meet The Pomni Sisters and The Raggedy siblings!

Join in, sister!

Randy and Ragatha!

Meet Pomni and Pomni!

Meet Jingle!

Meet Kingly!

Meet Jillz!

Zooble's Sibling?

Kinger and Kingly

I don't know what you expected

How Great They are

They're not real

Thoughts on Caine?

Thoughts on Caine? gone wrong this time

the wonders of sisterhood

Night 1 !!!!!!

Freakshow AU (Fan content): WIP bc im tired !!

Desclaimer: The AU is made by @hootbon ! I draw a lot of Showtime about it, but showime is not canon! This is just me being indulgent and being a fan of her amazing work.

FREAKSHOW AU Fanfics Masterpost

Meet Freakshow Able!

"The Mansion" Skinset

Freakshow and Carnival Merge (Mini AU)

[roadkillremi]

Quote 24 smut with billy pleas🩷🩷

I can do that!!!

24. "I wouldn't imagine breaking your underwear rule." (Billy Loomis says this to Sydney Prescott)

Masterlist 300 Event

Billy Loomis X F!Reader

Summary: after a long day of "busy" work Billy wants some company. Reader and Billy are 18+

Warnings : MINORS DNI, smut, p in V, unprotected, Billy kinda pressures?, He has a knife, language, he uses that knife to carve his initial into you, a bit of praise.

You read a book in your room while your music played. You softly hummed to yourself flipping through your book. A soft knock interrupted you, you looked up and walked towards your window. You moved your curtains over to reveal Billy looking into the window. You softly smiled and opened your window.

"Billy. It's 9pm." You leaned towards him. He smiled, "I know. It's more fun this way.". You moved to the side to let him in. He climbed through and looked around. You had music and movie posters on the walls. He always found it interesting to look at them.

"Let me guess you got done at Sydney's and had to go to your secret affair?" You gave him a look. Billy shook his head, "I didn't come from Sydney's.".

"you just came to a losers house for fun?" You tilted your head.

You weren't part of his friend group, and you had no desire to be part of it. You met Billy through Randy Meeks. You were a frequent customer of Bradley's video store. You had a routine, Friday you get food, get a movie, and pass out. Billy seems to figure out your routine and joined you one night. You were scared you were just another girl. You heard the rumors about Christina, you didn't wanna end up like her. So you told him you wouldn't sleep with him, which made him more eager to see you.

He softly smiled at you, "You're not a loser...". You shrugged, "Just a random girl Billy Loomis is visiting.". He looked down, "You're not... Random.". You sighed, "Billy I was joking-".

"I told you I.. I like being around you.".

"So that's why you ignore me at school? It makes total sense." You argued. You shook your head, "I told you im not some... Some-".

"slut?" Billy asked looking at you with a smirk. He stared at your exorcist poster, "I know you're not.".

"What do you want Billy?" You asked softly. He looked at you and slowly scanned your body.

"You."

"I told you I can't ... You're dating Sydney!" You said putting your hands to your face.

"When did you start caring about Sydney?!" Billy scoffed.

"Last I checked her and Tatum teased you." He added. You looked up at him, "Shut the fuck up.". You stood up, he softly smiled.

"See? Sydney's not like you. She cares too much... About herself... she's a push over too. She's always scared and shit. But you... You don't care. You like the dark stuff... Like me...".

"Then break up with her." You crossed your arms. Billy shook his head, "I told you it's difficult, her mom died.".

"I'm aware." You muttered. Billy stepped closer, "I just need you... It was a rough day okay?!" His voice grew more irritated. He sat on the edge of your bed and stared at the wall ahead of him.

"My dad... He's an asshole... You understand that... You're mom left too..." Billy tried to shove his emotions back. You stepped towards him, "I know... I'm sorry...". He hugged your torso burning his face in your stomach. You ran your fingers through his hair, "I'm sorry I fussed at you. I'm just... Worried.".

"I know." He glanced up at you. You looked over at your TV, "Do you wanna watch the exorcist?".

"We watched that last time...".

"it's my favorite." You whisper. He nods, "sure.". You turn on your TV and set up the Exorcist. Once you sat by Billy on your bed you leaned on his shoulder. He'd slowly start kissing your head, then cheek, then neck. You breath a bit heavier and grab his arm.

"What are you doing?" You asked softly. He looked at you, "I'm kissing you.". He then gently kissed you on the lips. You gave in to him leaning into his touch. His hands slid behind your back and he pushed his body towards you more. He positioned you beneath him as he continued to kiss you. His hand moved towards your pajama pants. His fingers wrapped around the elastic, you backed your face away from his.

"Billy..."

"Don't worry. I wouldn't dream of breaking your no underwear rule." He sounded annoyed.

Your stomach noted, he complained about Sydney being the same way in the past. You took a Shakey breath, "No..". He looked up at you, "I want to tell you I'm ready.". His eyes went wide and then he smirked. He kissed you before sliding off your pajama pants.

"That's my girl." He whispered. You grinned, His girl... You grabbed his face pulling him into a kiss. He grunted lowly, he pulled away to examine your face. You gently smiled at him, he sat up unbuttoning his blue shirt. You leaned up slightly on your elbows to watch him. He stared directly in your eyes as he took off his white t-shirt. Your eyes traveled down his slightly toned body. You sat up and took off your shirt as a response. He smirked laying you back down. He trailed his face down your neck. You felt his nose slightly touch your skin. He kissed your collarbone a couple times before biting it. You gasps your hands clinging to your bed. Billy softly chuckled, his laugh vibrating onto your skin.

"Billy.." you softly whispered, he looked up quickly.

"Yes?"

"I..I'm scared.. n-not scared but nervous..". You looked off to the side. Billy smiled, "It's okay. I'll take... Good care of you.". He leaned back down to kiss your collarbone. His hands slid to your hips, "So beautiful" he muttered. He sat up pulling a pocket knife from his back pocket. He flicked it open cutting the sides of your underwear. He threw the piece of fabric to the side. Your eyes widen at the scene, your heart pounded. He started unbuckling his belt and taking off his jeans.

"Gonna take real good care of you..." He whispered. You watched his knife carefully, he glanced up at you and then looked at the knife. He smiled, "Not scared of this old thing are you?". You shook your head, "No." You gave him a small pathetic smile. He leaned closer to your face, "Are you scared of me?". The blade contacted your thigh, you jumped a bit.

"No.". He smirked, "You really are something else" he softly chuckled. He kissed you before returning to his position. He took his boxers off revealing himself to you. You stared down at him unsure of how to respond.

It sprung up against his stomach and was easily 7ish inches. Your eyes widened and you looked up at Billy.

"Don't worry.." he rubbed the tip in-between your folds. "It'll only hurt for a moment." He smiled. He soon thrust himself in, causing a loud gasp. He quickly covered your mouth with his hand.

"Don't wanna wake up your folks now do you?" He whispered. You shook your head no, he smiled and slowly thrusted. You tried to relax your body giving into the feeling. His hand was still planted in your mouth while his other gripped your hip and held his knife. He looked into your eyes showing no sympathy. He breathed heavily sometimes letting out a grunt.

You hand grabbed his wrist to the hand covering your mouth. He grinned down at you, observing you like a piece of art. He slowly removed his hand from your mouth.

"I.. wanna.. hear you.." he said in between breaths. Your breathing was jagged and your body was tense. Your eyes rolled back as you arched your back. His arms wrapped around you back. He pulled you closer using your position to use you more. Billy groaned watching your face contort.

"so good..." He mumbled watching you. You moaned in response, you reached for his shoulder to grab on for support. A coil twisted in your stomach as you got more intense.

"Let it happen." Billy whispered knowing you were close. Your legs spasmed as you whined. Billy gently laid you back down, "Good girl." He smiled. He took his knife carving a B into your hip. You hissed softly, "What was that?". Billy just smirked and got up putting his clothes back on.

"You're leaving?" You whispered. Billy looked over "We have school tomorrow. But.. I promise I'll break up with Sydney by the end of this week.". You nodded, "okay. Bye Billy..". He leaned down to kiss you, "Bye.".

A week later

"Billy Loomis visited you?"

"Yes.. but I didn't know!"

"Did he mention anything?"

"He.. he mentioned breaking up with Sydney at the end of the week."

"Is that all?"

"He told me not to go to the party... I didn't know why.. well.. I do now."

[malertop]

Poly! Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x Male Reader pt.2

Warnings?: in part 3

Notes?: English is not my first language if you guys don't know,so I am SUPER sorry if it's bad.

Roles: Powerbottom!Billy Loomis and Stu Macher x Sub!Top Male Reader

Kinks?: asshole being called boypussy,cunt,sloppy hole and more,fingering,handjob,blowjob,daddy kink,extreme sex,powerbottoms being extremely needy,eyes cross and roll will be mentioned, head roll and idk (some are for part 3)

The story in short: So let me get this quickly if you don't wanna read that,you were at Stu's party (not the killing one) and since they always left you alone after like just 10 minutes of hanging out with you you invited Randy for company,you have been ditching them sometimes for Randy and they tried to calm down and just forget about it but now that you are hanging out with him at Stu...YOUR BOYFRIEND party and ignoring Billy..WHO'S YOUR BOYFRIEND TOO they started getting really pissed about it,so they had a "little" talk with you and Randy and as their revenge for you ditching your boyfriends...WHO YOU TURNED GAY AND BI they needed to do and did an revenge on you..so you just took their little beautiful virginity,and they stole yours.

Gif:Not Mine.

"Hey guys what are you doing here all alone?" Randy got interrupted as he turned his head to look at who interrupted him,it was Billy and Stu who were walking towards them.You sighted as you saw them because you knew they would want something so you decided to ignore them as you looked back at Randy you already saw the two boys right beside him as Billy was opening new can of beer and Stu taking already a sip of his,as you quality told with your eyes to Randy to don't answer them which they saw because they looked at you when you did that which you didn't notice but Randy thought he should answer and said "Nothing we are just talking,or more Y/N but it's great to have a conversation with him" "Aw,thank you so much Randy..that was really nice and sweet" you answered with the sweet tone in your voice,but Billy and Stu just wanted to stab Randy until he dies,there was quite silence until Stu broke it "So...Randy ma men! Is it true that you still got a little thing for Sidney" Stu said as he smiled,You looked at Stu with his smile then you looked at Randy who was starting to sweat and then at Billy who just watched Randy with a death stare eyes,as you were about to speak up Randy answered "Y-Yeah...I mean...I guess..I..I do.." then Billy eyes winded and he took a look at Randy as he heard his answer, Stu did a giggle and laughed as he said "Did you really just admit it?In front of her boyfriend too!how can you be so pathetic,man you are so fucked up " and then you looked at Billy who was slowly approaching to meet Randy's face closer as he slowly moved "you know what else has a little thing for you..the door...so why don't you two meet and you get the.fuck.out" Billy siad slowly as he also threatened Randy,who now got up as you looked at him his body was all sweat and he didn't wanna leave you but he had no other choice "Y/N...I-i gotta go to the store but i completely forgot" he said as he was slowly leaving facing you "But-" as you were saying he ran off...there was a complete silence and you were the one to break it "why did y-" as you were saying Billy grabbed your arm and started started to lead you out of the kitchen,he was leading you upstairs as Stu was right behind you.He opened the door and as he entered he pushed you on the bed and he layed as Stu locked the door "Ow,what was that f-" as you were saying Billy pinned you against the bed and the wall and started kissing you right away,his kiss was slow but rought,your tounge met his as you two kissed and Stu was watching.Billy pulled away and then looked at his jeans because he felt something and he saw himself being turned on and then he slowly upped his head as looked at you again as you were breathing for some air but that quickly ended as Stu shoved his lips to meet yours

*After 20 minutes*

"Oh!Shit!Y-Y/N!~"Stu grunted as you were giving both of them hand jobs which they reached you just...well before 15 minutes to do,but Billy was silent as you were stroking both of the boys cocks,then Billy gasped "Oh!Oh shit!i am about to cum~" Billy said as he then grabbed male reader's arm to stop him,he was panting and then looked at the male reader and back at his arm as he slowly got an idea in his mind which made him smirk,Billy then looked again at male reader with his smirk and said "put your fingers inside me."

(Thank you for reading!if this hits 100 likes,reblogs or whatever I will do the last part,also I apologize for this being so short but i am writing this at school and yeah..HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY AND SEE YOU AT PART 3!)

[cunt-dracula0]

𝐇𝐂𝐒 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 !!

pairing(s): implied randy meeks, billy loomis, mickey altieri + stu macher x gn!reader

warning: none, though some hcs that i have written might be a little modern than others!

RANDY

• Idc what y’all say, this man is OBSESSED with Funko Pops.

• Honestly, I feel that he’s well aware of the fact that he has an interest for collector’s items.

• Bro.. he would squeal if you took him to places like HMV or Hot Topic.

• When he was informed that the Video Store (his workplace) would begin to sell some Funkos of infamous movie characters since that was literally the whole theme of the place, he died off. HE. DIED. OFF.

• Billy and Stu have occasionally dropped by to rent some more horror movies, also teasing him about the pops and telling the whole store it was a.. kink? More Stu’s bad way of putting it, shall we say..

“Can you take their clothes off?” Stu asked curiously.

Randy began to get flustered as Stu proceeded to take the small statue out of the box, knowing he’d get another harsh telling off if his boss found out it was Randy’s “friends” ruining stock.

“They’re plastic dumbass,” Billy remarked. “It’s practically molded onto their figure.”

“Can you guys please sto-”

Stu snorted. “Well you can take the clothes off Barbie dolls and shit like that, can’t you? They even have parts.. uh- you know?”

“Wha- no, these aren’t like that-”

Randy was cut off once again as Billy spoke up and wrinkled his nose in disgust at the taller male. “You really stripped the clothes off of dolls just to investigate when you were a kid?”

Randy and Billy both shared the same look as Stu grinned wickedly.

…

And then it came. “Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.” Yep. Classic Stu.

• Wherever this mf goes, he always ends up eating a bag of potato chips. Nor you or his friends know where he pulls them from, but he does, he just does..

BILLY

• There is so much I could say about Billy Boy here..

(He’d most likely tell you to go fuck yourself if you called him that. Well, depending on who you are lmao)

• If you are the kind of person who loves that shitty trending pop music, you are probably better off hanging out with Stu for the day. Because Billy HATES it.

• He’s not particularly into heavy metal, i’d say more grunge. Stu bullies him for it but gets an ass whooping later so, eh.

• If he gets woken up in the middle of the night, he’s one cranky fucker about it. This man prioritises his sleep. He almost broke the cable to the house phone after Stu kept calling him one night, complaining on how he couldn’t sleep and that he wanted to go somewhere. After Billy not being able to get back into dreamland, he gave in. Pretty sure Stu ended up choosing the McDonald’s drive thru, much to Billy’s annoyance.

(That shit happens way too often but hey, who doesn’t like late night drives?)

• Billy wants a piercing but at the same time, he doesn’t? He’s not sure if he can really commit to it or not, but he does think people with piercings are cool!

• Plus his Dad would probably kick him out over something as stupid as that. Billy would just tell him to get bent either way lol.

• He can be quite a germaphobe. Sick people scare the living FUCK out of him.

• You have a cold? Aw, pity. DO. NOT. APPROACH. BILLY. LOOMIS.

• Stu accidentally sneezed on him once and Billy literally felt his heart stop. He showered about three times that day.. maybe more? Fuck knows, man.. 😭

MICKEY

• Something about him and the song Paparazzi.. IDK WHAT IT IS BUT IT JUST.. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

• He’s very open about his opinions, as we all know. If you dissed his fav movie or TV show, bam bam bitch he’s gonna answer you and he ain’t gonna be so fucking nice about it.. 🫡

• Literal Beyoncé stan. I swear whenever her music is playing and y’all are at a party, he def wants to have a lil boogie with you.

• Mickey is the one person you know to have a weird, WEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIRRRRRD obsession with black coffee..

HE LOVES IT A LITTLE TOO MUCH, YK?

• You, Mickey and Randy were all out at the mall once and some little girl ran up to him saying he looked like Edward Cullen?

Randy just had no idea how kids had the balls to say whatever the fuck they wanted, meanwhile Mickey didn’t know whether to take it as an insult or not..

“Vampires who sparkle like a fucking Hello Kitty sticker? Wow, new name for ya, Mick..” You giggled.

• Really spoiled, bratty girls with all their designer gear is a big no no for him, he just hates them.. 😭

• You catch him watching all the true crime documentaries. He even has books about America’s most popular serial killers. TONS, of books.

STU

• This man, THIS MAN RIGHT HERE FOLKS!!

• Stu is literally every personality combine. Like a lab experiment gone wild, honestly.

• He asks you the weirdest questions sometimes. They are so random and beyond unexpected lol.

“Wait, do you think clowns can also honk their di-”

• Stu has the most ridiculous obsession with boobs. Randy now calls him the titty monster anytime Jamie Lee Curtis shows up in the horror movies they’re watching.

• He was BORN a dog lover.

• Annoys Billy anytime he gets a new girlfriend.

• I can picture him eating anything blue raspberry flavoured he can find. CANDY GOO, BLUE SOUR PATCH KIDS, YOU NAME IT😭😭

• Has the best snack cupboard no one else can compare to having in their house.

• He’s the kind of guy to stick his tongue out to kids in public just so he can get a giggle out of them!

• Loves it when him and the gang go out to the cinema. Which is more often than you’d expect.

• Has like, the LONGEST list of cinema snacks when y’all are paying to get your food.

these men all have their differences, but all expect one thing. THEY BE FINE AS HELLLLLL (anyways, hope you enjoyed this little list of hcs i have for my favs. HAVE A GOOD DAY!!!!!!! :D

[sylveriasarcana]

The Passenger Scene Analysis: "Everything's cool, right Randy?"

Today I'm so tired I can't move from my comfy chair so naturally it's time to once again talk about my favourite hostage situation romcom The Passenger!

I wanna talk about the power shift that happens between Benson and Randy later in the movie after Benson encounters Sheppard again, specifically the scene in the car after the parking lot beating. I recommend reading the post I made about The Passenger as an allegory for OCD recovery first because this post is gonna abide by that reading. You can check that out here, and my other silly little analysis posts can be found under the #scene analysis tag on my blog if you are so inclined!

As always, please mind the tag warnings, some heavy topics are in this one.

*sigh* Let's talk about fucking Sheppard.

If you're wondering why it took me so long to talk about Sheppard in these posts despite his importance to the story, it's because I don't fucking like him. But he is an important part of this analysis, so now we're gonna talk about him!

Meeting Sheppard is the moment where everything begins to change in The Passenger. The movie begins following Randy, and then less than 20 minutes later, it's become clear that Randy may be the main character, but he's not the one in charge: Benson is. The cinematography in the shooting scene does a great job of setting this up, by the way. Self plug.

In the next hour, we get very used to the situation we've been presented with following the inciting incident with the shooting. Benson is in charge, Randy isn't. Nowhere is this more apparent in the scene at the gas station: Benson leaves Randy alone, and Randy visibly thinks "this is my chance to escape". Then the camera pans around him, and there's nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. Just endless empty flat land. Even in a situation where he's been given the power to run away, he can't use it. Where's he gonna go?

Chilling stuff, but what really cements this situation are the moments of normalcy its given. You get the big scary scenes where Benson points a gun at a store clerk while staring Randy down like "run and he dies", but you also get tiny moments of these characters just being very used to the situation they're in, almost comfortable with it. One of my favourite examples of this is right before the audience meets Sheppard; Benson mimics an exploding eyeball to describe Randy's elementary school days to the receptionist and Randy's eyes roll to the back of his head.

Blink and you'll miss it, but it's a great little moment. Not only is it great material for me as a Bitchy Randy truther (bitchy Randy is real and I love him, ok), but it's a moment of... twisted normalcy? Randy has just become so used to this situation he can roll his eyes and accept it for what it is. "Yes, that's my kidnapper, doing a silly little re-enactment of my worst trauma. He's probably gonna drive me around at gunpoint some more after this. This is my life now, I guess."

By this point, Randy, Benson and the audience are all baked into this dynamic of Benson having all the power and Randy having none. It's so commonplace that Randy can both be terrified and just plain exasperated by it. Like he's watching a play that's gone on for a bit too long.

And then, minutes later: Sheppard.

I cannot stress enough how much everything changes when this guy walks down the corridor. Benson immediately tightens and stands up straight, like prey that just heard a twig snapping nearby. That is weird for us. Whoever this guy is, he can't be good news. Who could possibly scare Benson, the scariest person in this movie?

"Mr Sheppard? Elliot Sheppard?"

Benson de-ages about twenty years in this scene, and Randy's noticed it. Something has shaken Benson to his core, and this guy had something to do with it. It's never explicitly stated what happened between Benson and Sheppard, but this exchange makes some things clear: Sheppard was Benson's teacher, he occupies a large enough space in Benson's brain for his full name to haunt him, whatever happened between them happened when Benson was in 3rd grade, and Sheppard doesn't remember him. Sheppard doesn't remember the kid he traumatised. Shit.

And we can definitely assume that whatever Sheppard did to him was fucking awful, because right after this scene Benson beats Sheppard to death in a parking lot.

This is the hardest scene for me to watch in the whole movie. Not because Sheppard doesn't deserve it, but because Jesus Christ, the sounds coming out of Benson are horrifying.

I wouldn't say Benson has been mentally stable up until now, per se, but he's definitely had an illusion of control. He's someone who is very good at pretending they have everything figured out. He spends the movie happily recounting his half-baked socio-political opinions to Randy, confidently deciding where they're going next, telling Randy how important it is to face your past and figure out your shit, and it's... so disturbing seeing all that bravado evaporate so quickly. Benson walks around frantically, shrieking like a wounded animal, and it's the scariest thing in the movie so far. He might be holding Randy hostage but he was the guy that was meant to know what's going on and what happens next. If Benson's lost it, what the hell happens now?

I talked a bit in my first post about how this scene also reveals how far Randy's come over the course of the movie; he is now brave enough to approach Benson while he's waving a gun around and stop him from shooting Sheppard, but interestingly only does it on the grounds that the gun will make noise and attract attention. He never says "Benson, you shouldn't murder a guy in the parking lot". Randy, like us, has picked up on the fact that Sheppard probably did something awful enough to provoke this reaction.

This bravery is going to come in handy in the next scene, because Benson is about to relinquish all control he's had throughout the entire movie.

I've talked before about how when Benson was introduced to the audience, he was facing away from the camera at an awkward angle. When it started becoming apparent that he was the one holding all the cards, he gradually began being shot facing the camera, in full view. Now, after meeting Sheppard, Benson is facing away from us again. Whenever we cut to Randy, we have a full view of his face. Something has changed. Benson's losing control.

This scene parallels an earlier scene where Benson basically gives Randy the abusive boyfriend speech and tells him "I can't have you getting in my way, understand?" and waits for Randy to agree. Here's an excellent gifset that gets that point across!

But something I find really interesting about this scene: Benson seeks reassurance. The way I read this movie, I'd usually expect Randy to do that.

This is where my "Randy has OCD" agenda comes back into play. Oh yeah! Bet you thought I'd forgotten about that! I will never forget, it haunts me, it fuels me, and now you all get to experience that with me-

In short, I think Randy has OCD, and a big thing with OCD is reassurance seeking; asking others if your OCD is right. It's very discouraged in OCD recovery, but a very quick indicator of potential OCD. For example, the diner scene: if you haven't read my other post on this, a quick summary! Randy's OCD theme is essentially "you can't make your own decisions or lives will get ruined". Prior to the diner scene, Randy made a decision: he asked Chris to stop making him uncomfortable. As an indirect result of this, at least in Randy's eyes, lives got ruined: it caused a chain reaction that led to the shooting. In this scene, Randy seeks reassurance: "what does this have to do with me?". Translation, "please tell me the shooting didn't happen because of me". As I've said before, Benson shuts the reassurance seeking down, and that's what makes him my favourite unethical but effective ERP therapist.

But this, right here: this is the moment I knew the power was shifting. Benson does a Randy; he seeks reassurance.

"Everything's cool, right Randy?"

This is the first time Benson has asked for Randy's opinion on any situation, because throughout the movie, Benson has been very clear about the fact that he's in charge and will be making all the decisions. He's just relinquished control here. He's asked Randy, his hostage who has held no power this entire time, to tell him that everything's going to be fine. He's not in charge anymore. He says later that he never was.

Even Randy's perturbed by this. His face says, "You're asking me?". I'm not clear on whether or not Randy knows this, but reassurance giving isn't ideal in most circumstances to do with OCD. He does it anyway, because Jesus Christ. We're not scared of Benson right now, and neither is Randy; we just feel fucking bad for him. Benson does not react well to receiving pity or even the slightest bit of soft spoken sympathy, as we see when he's reacting to Miss Beard later in the movie. But... fuck, he's getting it anyway.

Benson might have spent this whole movie being fucking scary, but seeing all that perceived power he had suddenly die with that one line is just... gut wrenching. It's like seeing your parents cry for the first time: what do you do when the person who's always been in control doesn't have it anymore?

There's suddenly this gaping hole where the power used to be, and later Randy's going to be the one to take it. And this is the scene where it starts; "everything's cool, right Randy?".

Sure, man.

[nyxshadowhawk]

I Read The Silmarillion So You Don't Have To, Part Eight

Previous part.

Picking up right where we left off...

Chapter 19: Of Beren and Lúthien, Part Two The greatest love story ever told, cont.

Back in Sauron’s prison, only Beren and Finrod are left. All of their companions have been killed. Sauron intentionally left Finrod alive, because he knows just from looking at him that he is a powerful prince of the Noldor, even if he doesn’t know which one. The wolf comes to eat Beren, but Finrod has had enough. He wrestles a werewolf into submission with his bare hands, like fucking Heracles!

Finrod vs. the wolf by @maglorious

Finrod kills the werewolf with his bare hands and teeth. Despite this unrivaled badassery, his wounds are too severe. He bleeds out in the dungeon of the tower that he himself built. He has just enough time to say goodbye to Beren, knowing that by the time he reincarnates in Valinor, Beren will be long gone.

Thus King Finrod Felagund, fairest and most beloved of the house of Finwë, redeemed his oath; but Beren mourned beside him in despair.

Beren and Finrod by yi tiao zhi xian chong

Not gonna lie, I’m so sad. I love Finrod! He’s one of the only Noldor who’s not a hot mess, and I’m gonna miss him. At least he’s the first of the Noldor to be reincarnated; Mandos (the Vala of death/purgatory) forgives him before the Curse is officially lifted at the end of the First Age, and the Lay of Leithian says that he joins his wife Amárië and his father Finarfin in Valinor. When Galadriel finally crosses the sea at the end of the Third Age, she sees her brother again for the first time in thousands of years.

I’m gonna cry. We need to move on!

Right then, Lúthien and Huan arrived at the tower gates. Lúthien sings a song that causes the walls themselves to shake.

Beren hears her singing, and sings back a song about the Big Dipper, which (in Elven lore) represents a sickle that was placed in the sky by Varda as a direct challenge to Morgoth. It represents hope and the promise of Morgoth’s defeat. Then he faints.

Sauron hears them singing back and forth to each other, and smiles. He’s already salivating over the reward he’ll get for turning Lúthien, the beautiful daughter of a Maia, into one of Morgoth’s slaves. He sends werewolves out to intercept Huan and Lúthien as they cross the bridge to the tower. Huan easily kills every single one of the werewolves, until Sauron sends Draugluin, the oldest and greatest of werewolves.

Lúthien and Huan in in Tol-in Gaurhoth by Randy Vargas

After a long and bloody fight, Draugluin flees, drags himself back to Saruon’s feet, and dies. Sauron knows that Huan is prophesized to die after killing the biggest and baddest wolf, and that was Draugluin. So, that menas that now Huan can die. Sauron wants to do the job himself, so he turns himself into an even bigger and badder wolf to kill them.

Upon encountering wolf!Sauron, Lúthien immediately faints, because his eyes are terrible and his breath is worse. (That’s a bit damsel-y of her, but I can’t judge her too hard — it’s literally Sauron.) As she falls, she somehow manages to throw a corner of her enchanted cloak in his face, and its magic makes him momentarily drowsy. That’s enough for Huan to strike. Huan pins Sauron down by the throat. Then we get another old mythic trope of Sauron shapeshifting into multiple forms while Huan holds him fast — he becomes a snake and then a “monster,” and finally his usual humanoid shape.

Lúthien stands triumphantly over Sauron, and threatens to strip him of his body and send his incorporeal form running back to Morgoth with his tail between his legs, unless he surrenders the tower. Sauron surrenders, and Huan lets him go. As soon as he’s free, Sauron takes the form of a vampire (which in this context I’d take to be some kind of bloodsucking bat thing?) and flies off.

With her magical voice, Lúthien declares that she is now the lady of the isle, and all of Sauron’s captives and thralls go free. All, that is, except Beren. Huan and Lúthien desperately search for him, and find him still lying, catatonic, by Finrod’s body. Lúthien assumes he’s already dead, and cradles his head. Beren wakes up in Lúthien’s arms, and they gaze at each other. Cue The Sun! The evil fortress crumbles as the dawn comes, just like in a Castlevania game.

But the story’s far from over. Sauron was only the Disc One Final Boss. Beren and Lúthien still need to do what they set out to do in the first place — steal a Silmaril from Morgoth.

Huan goes back to Nargothrond, and finds it in chaos. All the prisoners that Lúthien set free had gone there, and told the people of Nargothrond what really happened to their king. The elves immediately turn against Celegorm and Curufin. The mighty sons of Fëanor don’t have the balls to face Sauron, but Lúthien, a girl, took him down! The elves once again appoint Orodreth their leader, but Orodreth won’t have the brothers executed for their treachery. Kinslaying was the whole reason why the Noldor were cursed in the first place. So the brothers are banished from Nargothrond. Celegorm loudly declares enmity, while Curufin just gives that unsettling smile.

No one goes with them, not even Curufin’s son Celebrimbor, because all of them can see how bad of an idea that is. Only Huan follows them; Celegorm is still his master.

Beren and Lúthien bury Finrod on the highest point of the island. (It was his island first, after all.) Then they spend some time catching up with each other before planning their next steps. They wander as far as the Forest of Brethil, Beren wants to bring Lúthien safely home to Doriath before setting out again, but Lúthien tells him there’s no chance of that. She’s not about to wait in some treehouse while he goes and gets himself captured again. Wherever he goes, she will go with him, and if they die, they’ll die together. Their options are either to wander the earth as exiles, or to try to claim the Silmaril.

Before they can formally resolve to pursue the Silmaril, Celegorm and Curufin just happen across them as they’re fleeing Nargothrond. Curufin scoops Lúthien up and into his saddle. Enraged, Beren flings himself onto to the horse (this is so famous that it’s known as the “Leap of Beren”). He grabs Curufin around the throat and drags him off the horse. The horse rears, and Lúthien goes flying. Beren tries to choke Curufin to death, but Celegorm charges at him, on horseback, with a spear.

At that moment, Huan decides that he’s more loyal to Beren and Lúthien than to Celegorm, even though he’s spent literal millennia as Celegorm’s pet. Huan launches himself at Celegorm, so that his horse swerves, too afraid of the giant dog to approach Beren. Beren raises his knife (which is cool enough to have a name, Angrist) to kill Curufin, but Lúthien tells him to let him go. Reluctantly, he does. He tells Curufin to go do something useful with his life, and keeps the horse for Lúthien, so Curufin has to ride back sitting behind his brother. Curufin curses Beren to die “a swift and bitter death.” As the brothers ride away, Curufin, like the spiteful little ass he is, shoots an arrow at Lúthien. Beren jumps in front of it, and it hits him square in the chest.

Curufin by @bohemianweasel

But don’t worry, Beren’s the protagonist! He’s not gonna die that easily. Huan fetches some healing herbs (probably athelas), and Luthien uses them and her own magic to heal Beren. After that, Beren has a case of “I’m the protagonist so I must do everything alone to protect my loved ones”-syndrome; he leaves Lúthien in the middle of the night, trusting Huan to take care of her. He takes Curufin’s horse and rides to the far north, until he sees the peaks of the Thangorodrim. At the threshold of Morgoth’s realm, he assumes that he’s never going to see Lúthien or see the sun and moon again, so he sings the “Song of Parting.” In his song, he says that even if the world were to crumble into the abyss from which it was formed, it’s all worth it just because Lúthien can exist for a brief moment.

Of course, Lúthien set right off after Beren as soon as she found out he was gone, just like Sam insisting that he’s going to Mordor with Frodo. Lúthien already saved Beren once, and she can do it again! She again rides on Huan’s back. They stop at Sauron’s fortress and put on disguises. Huan disguises himself as the werewolf he killed, Draugluin, and Lúthien disguises herself as a vampiress named Thuringwethil, who is one of Sauron’s messengers. (Did you know there were vampires and werewolves in Tolkien?) They look so scary, that none of the monsters in the Forest under Nightshade bother them. When they catch up to Beren, he initially thinks that Sauron’s minions are pursuing him, and that he must have hallucinated hearing Lúthien’s voice, until she reveals herself.

Beren is really regretting that he promised Thingol a Silmaril. It’s starting to sink in just how impossible of a task that is. He thinks it would have been better for Thingol to kill him than to take Lúthien into Angband. Though I understand the impulse to want to keep your true love safe, I think Beren is underestimating Lúthien a little bit. She’s more capable than he gives her credit for. Huan speaks for the second time to offer ominous advice: Beren still has the option to turn back, but that would mean that he and Lúthien become exiles. Lúthien has already become mortal by choosing to stick with Beren, so, she’ll die no matter what he does. Either she’ll die alone after Beren’s life ends, or they can risk facing Morgoth. It’s kind of a lose-lose situation, unless by some miracle they manage to get a Silmaril. (And even if they do get a Silmaril, then they’ll still have to deal with the sons of Fëanor and that whole mess.) Huan tells them that he can go no further, but he hopes they’ll meet again.

Beren and Lúthien resolve to face Morgoth. They basically don’t have a choice at this point. They put on magical disguises again, Beren as Draugluin the werewolf and and Lúthien as Thuringwethil the batlike vampire. They arrive at the gate of Angband, which is so huge and terrifying that it makes the Tower of Cirith Ungol look like a vacation destination. At the gate is a huge and terrifying wolf called Carcharoth. Morgoth also heard the prophecy about Huan’s death after defeating the greatest of wolves, so he personally nurtured this werewolf into the biggest and baddest of them all by feeding him corpses of Men and Elves. Carcharoth sees Draugluin arrive at the Gate, but he knows that Draugluin is dead. He doesn’t trust the strange vampire and werewolf, and denies them entry. Then, through some deus ex machina, Lúthien is suddenly filled with divine power and commands Carcharoth to go to sleep. Okay then. That was easy.

Then Beren and Lúthien went through the Gate, and down the labyrinthine stairs; and together wrought the greatest deed that has been dared by Elves or Men. For they came to the seat of Morgoth in his nethermost hall, that was upheld by horror, lit by fire, and filled with weapons of dread and torment.

They basically walk straight into Hell. Welp, there’s got to be a descent into Hell in every great hero story! Katabasis, yaaaaay.

Beren maintains his disguise, but Morgoth immediately dispels Lúthien’s disguise. She looks straight into his terrifying face. (Remember, Sauron kept an aura of fear about him to make everyone in his vicinity cower in terror. If that’s Sauron, then imagine how scary Morgoth is.) She tells him that she’s a minstrel, and that she’s come to sing and dance for him. Because, y’know… Morgoth regularly has bards casually wander into his fortress looking for work. But Morgoth, like literally every other man in this story, immediately lusts after Lúthien. Tolkien says that he conceives of “a design more dark than any that had yet come into his heart since he fled from Valinor,” which is saying a hell of a lot.

Luthien and Melkor by Pete Amachree

Lúthien begins singing and dancing before Morgoth’s throne, and of course, her song is magical. She sings a song that’s so beautiful, it temporarily blinds Morgoth, and all of the evil creatures in his court — wolves, orcs, even Balrogs — fall to sleep. The Silmarils burn with white fire. Remember, the Silmarils are blessed so that nothing evil can touch them, and being surrounded by good magic makes them really weigh on Morgoth’s head. Lúthien opens her magic cloak, flies up to Morgoth’s face, and throws her cloak in his eyes, putting him to sleep. Morgoth literally falls out of his throne, crashing into the ground like a falling tree. Kind of undignified for the Dark Lord. Beren takes his knife, Angrist, and cuts a Silmaril out of Morgoth’s crown. The quest is complete!

Lúthien singing a song of enchantment by Pete Amachree

I love how Lúthien does most of the work. I love how proactive she is! Tolkien doesn’t write many women, but the women he writes are badass!

The Silmaril shines through Beren’s hand. Because he’s a good person, it doesn’t burn him. He figures that he may as well take advantage of this unprecedented opportunity and claim all three Silmarils, but his knife snaps, and a shard of it hits Morgoth in the cheek. He doesn’t wake up, but Beren and Lúthien realize that they need to get the hell out of there before they run out of luck.

When they make it to the Gate, Carcharoth has woken up, and he pounces on them. Lúthien is out of magic and can’t do whatever thing she did before, but Beren holds aloft the Silmaril. It shines in the wolf’s face, but Carcharoth bites off Beren’s hand. (I bet this is a reference to Fenrir biting off Tyr’s hand in Norse mythology.) Unfortunately for Carcharoth, swallowing the Silmaril is like swallowing a live ember. He runs around madly, howling, terrorizing northern Beleriand and causing a lot of damage to both good and evil creatures alike. Tolkien says that this is one of the worst things to come out of Angband (which is saying a lot, considering the Battle of Sudden Flame happened, and there are dragons still to come).

Carcharoth by Xavier Collette.

Beren faints, because the wolf’s fangs are poisonous (and also because it must be pretty damn painful to lose your hand). Lúthien sucks out the poison and dresses the wound, but they haven’t made it much further than the Gate, and Morgoth has woken up. Time is running out.

It would be bitterly ironic for Beren and Lúthien to succeed at getting a Silmaril away from Morgoth only for it to be swallowed by a wolf. But then a miracle happens. Guess what? Guess what it is? What does Tolkien do to get his characters out of every impossible scrape? That’s right, it’s the Eagles, baby! It’s not random, though — Huan tipped them off.

Beren and Lúthien are flown to safety by Ted Nasmith

Thorondor and co. swoop down and pick up Beren and Lúthien, flying them to safety. As they leave Angband, storms rage and volcanoes erupt, but Morgoth can’t do anything. They pass over Gondolin as they fly (what a way to find out where Gondolin is). Eventually, they reach the border of Doriath. Huan is there, and he and Lúthien both tend to Beren. It takes a while for Beren to recover, but he eventually does. He gains the epithet Erchamion, “one-handed.” (He’s in good company with Maedhros.)

After all of that, Beren and Lúthien still don’t have a Silmaril. But at least they’re both alive, and they wander in the woods like old times. Lúthien doesn’t mind going into exile with Beren, but Beren doesn’t think it’s right for a princess to live that way. He takes her home, still Silmaril-less and having eaten his words.

Meanwhile, Doriath is in a bad state. Everyone thinks Lúthien is dead, and has fallen into despair. Daeron has got depression. Thingol went to Melian for advice, but she tells him that he made his bed and now has to lie in it. Thingol gets a (now very outdated) message from Celegorm saying that Finrod and Beren were both dead, and that Celegorm would marry Lúthien in Nargothrond. Thingol decides that this means war, but his spies inform him that Lúthien is gone and Celegorm and Curufin are exiles.

Finally, Carcharoth the mad wolf breaches the magic wall of Doriath, because the power of the Silmaril is stronger than Melian’s magic. It’s the first real threat to assail Doriath in centuries, and all of the woodland Elves are terrified. Just as it seems like things can’t get any worse, Beren and Lúthien return to Menegroth. And there was much rejoicing. Thingol is amazed that Beren is still alive, but still hates him, and blames him for every bad thing that happened. He asks to see the Silmaril. Beren uses a bit of clever wordplay and says that the Silmaril is “in my hand,” i.e. the hand that was cut off and in the wolf’s belly. Thingol actually accepts this, and laughs. He finally, finally realizes that Beren isn’t just any Man. He seats Beren on his left, and Lúthien on his right, and they tell the whole court the epic story of the Quest. Thingol finally gives his blessing, and Beren and Lúthien are married. It’s about time!

But the Quest isn’t done yet. There’s still a mad wolf terrorizing Doriath, who conveniently brought the Silmaril right to Thingol’s doorstep. Beren, Huan, and a bunch of Elves (including Thingol) go hunting. Lúthien stays behind, but has a bad feeling about it. Carcharoth bites Beren in the chest with his venomous fangs, and Huan attacks him. The dog of Valinor and the dog of Morgoth fight each other, and Huan succeeds in killing Carcharoth, but not without suffering a mortal wound himself. Carcharoth was the greatest of wolves, and it’s time for Huan to die. He speaks for the third and final time, telling Beren goodbye. The king’s captain of the guard, Mablung, cuts the Silmaril from the wolf’s belly. He puts it in Beren’s other hand, and it gives Beren just enough strength to hold it aloft and declare the quest fulfilled. Then, Beren and Huan both die on the forest floor.

The quest fulfilled by Anke Eißmannd

So, that’s that. There’s no happily ever after to this love story. The minute the quest is fulfilled, Beren dies. Hope it was worth it, Thingol.

Lúthien embraces Beren’s body when he’s brought back to Menegroth. She tells him to wait for her upon the Western Sea. Beren’s soul hangs around in the Halls of Mandos, even though Men don’t stay in Valinor after they die, because he doesn’t want to leave Middle-earth without seeing Lúthien again. Lúthien dies of despair a little while later. When her soul arrives in Valinor, she sings for Mandos. If she could sing for Morgoth, she can sing for Mandos, too. Like Orpheus singing for Hades, she sings a song so beautiful and sad that Mandos is moved to tears. (It’s the first and only time that Mandos has ever been moved.)

Namó Mandos by Elena Kukanova

Mandos goes to Manwë to consult with him about what to do in this very exceptional circumstance, since only Manwë knows the will of Eru Ilúvatar. Manwë gives Lúthien a choice. She could live for eternity amongst the Valar in bliss, and forget Beren, or she could reincarnate with Beren, but become truly mortal, and pass from Middle-earth upon death.

It’s obvious what Lúthien chooses.

Until Arwen (who’s just an expy of Lúthien), Lúthien was the only one of the Elves to truly die, and to have left Arda permanently. But in having made that choice, she creates a line of descendants with both human and Elvish ancestry, uniting both races of Children of Ilúvatar. Middle-earth is better for it.

Fate of Beren and Lúthien, by breath-art

[they-thespian666]

Wanna try my hand at one of these :]

(Note many of these are part of different routes/ endings)

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

Hi hey hello halloween was 2 days ago so here are my southpark halloween headcanons cuz im a spooky gremlin all year (Possible part 1 cuz i write alot and idk if tumblr has a word limit)👍

Cartman:

His costume is either really extra or really basic because he forgot until last minute.

Its usually inflateable like a dinosaur, pizza or...other things.

Usually the one to pick the route they go on when trick or treating so he can get the most candy, but it backfires because of all the walking.

The type of mf to eat his candy while hes out trick or treating (me too, i get it)

He steals the entire take 1 bowl you cant change my mind. Also the type to grab aggressive fistfuls when someone says to just take one or two pieces of candy

Thinks haybales and haunted houses are gay

Will throw fake decorations at you as a joke, but the realistic ones that make you yell (severed hands, bugs, etc)

His house isnt that decorated since i KNOW Liane is the cool mom who gives out full sized candy bars but its the inside that counts

Takes pumpkin carving VERY seriously. But doesnt do that much, or he tries and gives up.

A dumbass when it comes to candy trading. Always falls for the tricks Kyles got

Kyle:

I love kyle, but you know hes dressing up as the most basic things every year...hes TRYING THO HES TRYING

Takes Ike with the boys when hes old enough

Tries to match costumes with Stan but stan always forgets

The BEST at carving pumpkins. Gut feeling Kyle is an art kid.

Thinks haybales are gay but is "ironically" scared of haunted houses

His mom is extra with decorations. You just know it

Secretly takes 3 pieces of candy from a take 1 bowl

Gives what he cant have to Stan since he cant eat pork n gelatin has pork in it 👍

Cartman tried nabbing his candy once and he whacked him with the candy filled pillow case he had

Expert candy tracker. That man knows which house has what and he is ON IT

Nightmare before christmas enjoyer, will i explain? No

Stan:

Hes like Kyle with the basic costume thing, just worse. Way worse

He is a ghost...almost every single year cuz he forgets to go costume shopping and he just says "fuck it" and uses a white bedsheet

Takes what he can get; he knows Shelleys gonna steal his shit anyway

That doesnt stop him from trying to hide it

Likes haybales but TERRIFIED of haunted houses he will NOT get in one

Mediocre pumpkin carver at best

His house aint decorated nor does it have candy cuz of randys ass. Forgetful ahh

Kenny:

Cant really afford costumes so stan, kyle and cartman help him DIY costumes

Also the kind of mf to grab the entire take 1 bowl

Makes it his MISSION to get all the candy he can get

Kinda eh on Haybsles, LOVES haunted houses

His house is never decorated, his family cant afford that

Good at candy trading cuz he can do puppy eyes

Really good at pumpkin carving, he just cant be the one getting the pumpkins.

Horror movie FANATIC!!! HE LOVES HORROR MOVIES!!!

He dies a lot that day very sad for him

Butters:

Rarely aloud to go out trick or treating, mans is ALWAYS grounded

When he CAN go out he cant ever stay out late which sucks so much

His costume is always something cute/creative, bro would probably go as like, an oc of his one year (projecting so hard i did this in the 4th or 5th grade)

Gets people to check his candy for him, hes scared of getting hurt or poisoned

Wants to go to the houses that have fruit or toothbrushes. It always goes like:

"Can we go to Ms Firkles house?" "The one that gives out apples?" "Yeah!" "Fuck is wrong with you?"

Loves Haybales, thinks theyre so fun

TERRIFIED of haunted houses, will not even STAND in a 100 ft radius of a haunted house

Flinches/Cries/Screams whenever a halloween decoration jumpscares him or is too loud

Horrified of horror moves

Not allowed to carve pumpkins, too dangerous. But he likes painting them!

Obeys the "take 1/2/3" rule like a good boy

His house is decently decorated, nothing extravagant

Craig:

Oh you know he is a "this is my costume" mf

Either that or something space related

Always the first in front in his group (Tweek, Tolkien, Clyde, Jimmy and Himself) cuz hes pretty unphased by everything

Loves carving pumpkins, him and tweek do the cute pumpkin carving stuff couples do

Cant eat most of the candy since he has braces, but he gives it to Tweek so its not a waste

Will hold Tweeks hand during horror movies, haunted houses and haybales.

A six flags fright fest enjoyer

This mf will look you dead in the eye and pour an entire bowl of candy into his bag if there arent any cameras or signs

The kind of mf to joke inside a ghost tour and purposefully try to piss off the ghost by flipping it off

The most undecorated house ever. Its like halloween doesnt exist to the Tuckers

Tweek:

He buys cool costumes but his makeup is so shaky and rushed since his ass cant sit still

Chugging pumpkin spice like a maniac

Terrified of any and all halloween activities. Jumpscare him and he will scream

Doesnt take candy from people or bowls, he stands awkwardly behind everyone and investigates his candy thoroughly before putting it in the bag

Either that or he'll have craig triple check it

His house is always decorated since Tweek Bros always has halloween specials and stuff

Does not sleep for the entire month of halloween, he survives on pumpkin spice and pure anxiety

Helps around the coffee shop by refilling candy bowls and doing halloween chalkboards (they look like scribbled messes but whatever)

The middle man in the group, he doesnt feel safe in the front or back

Carries Pepper spray with him when trick or treating, always very cautious to the point his friends grill him for it a little. Better safe than sorry

Clinging onto Craig half the night, the insomnias getting to him

Legally not aloud to carve pumpkins. He will accidentally knick his fingers

Loves halloween baking though, he does burn at least something and panics.

Clyde:

Oh you know hes the kind of mf to dress up like the glow in the dark stickman

Grabs aggressive handfuls of candy regardless of if its from a bowl or person

An absolute crybaby. Will cry when he sees the decorations

They cant decorate his house since hes a baby

Likes the pumpkin carving tho!

Always runs to thr house with full sized candy bars

Jimmy:

He is def going as an inflateable t rex/banana

Tells more jokes to people in hopes of getting more candy

Carves a wee wee into his pumpkin. He thinks its funny

Pretends to be scared on haybales to make Clyde feel better

His house is the one with custom decorations its so great

Scary movie enthusiast, joking and calling the characters dumb the whole time

He. Fucking. Loves. Frightfest

Hc that when hes older hes a scare actor part time

Admires the decorations

Tolkien

Bro probably got like, a ren faire costume yk? Like a count or something

Tolkien just seems likke the guy to go to ren faire every year

Expert pumpkin carver

Takess his friends to halloween fairs every year

The most overdecorated house (rich kid core)

Always saying the thank yous and happy halloweens when noone else will

Bro printed out a map of their trick or treat route

He takes some of his friends to ren faire too. Craig thinks its gay as shit

Likes the haybales, and the shit rides at the halloween fairs

Creeped out by haunted houses tho

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

Merchild

Part 1!

Part 2

A simple mermaid story about a man who finds a mermaid.

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Blood, and taking one’s life. (No one dies…except a few fish I guess)

Mermaids were simply legends, but every fisherman and woman in the seaside town of Crestal knew the tales. Mermaids were huge sea beasts that could take down battleships with ease, it was best not to fight them. However, with their large size comes the guarantee of large fish nearby. So one could risk coming in contact with a mermaid for the prize of a large fish haul. These tales have been passed down throughout the town from generation to generation. Even Randy passed it down to his son.

Randy isn’t the best fishermen, living far off from the town, with a small house near the coast, overlooked by a large cliff nearby. The area in the sea was scattered with small rock islands that could tear up boats. However this never stopped Randy or his ancestors. He just didn’t have the same luck, not anymore.

Randy stared down at the divorce papers. It had been finalized months ago but he couldn’t wrap his head around it. Why did Sierra want this? She took almost full custody of their son Andrew, only letting him stay over for weekends. She met a new man and was now living with him. Some business dude with loads of cash, unlike Randy and his poor fishing business.

He sighed, it’s been too long for him. He walked over to a cabinet, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and headed to his small boat. The boat was nothing special, just a simple fishing boat, fit for at least 5 people if needed. He hopped in, started it up and drove out into the sea.

It was practically night, the sun having set a few hours ago.Randy just sat down watching the waves and downing the bottle.

“Pshh…can’t do nothing…can’t keep my kid…can’t pass down the job…can’t even do the job” Randy mumbled to himself, swirling the bottle. He was desperately trying to drown his sorrows when his boat lurched to one side, causing Randy to stumble. Catching himself on the side of the boat, he watched as his bottle fell into the sea.

“Damnit…didn’t even get to finish it…the fuck was that?”

Randy looked around at the darken waters of the sea, only lit up by the few lights on his boat. He sighed and looked down off the edge of the boat into the water. Staring off into the abyss, part of him wanting to join it.

As his mind swirled he noticed something. There was something coming out of the water, he leaned forward trying to see what it was. His eyes trying to focus when suddenly he was met face to face with another larger face.

He stumbled back into his boat, grabbing his chest in shock as the creature lifted its head and peaked over the edge of the boat. Randy couldn’t believe his eyes, maybe he really did have too much to drink, but there it was; a mermaid. She stared at him with soft yellow eyes, the fins on the side of her head flicked a bit, her green scales shimmered in the moonlight, and her seaweed-like hair dripped droplets into the water. Her head was around four times bigger then his. Weren’t mermaids supposed to be huge? He thought. Only for sudden realization to strike him. If they were supposed to be huge, then the one before him was a youngling. A child. When there’s a child, there’s a parent.

Horror froze his veins at this realization. He stared at the beast in front of him, not moving, and trying to steady his breath. His mind was racing and the alcohol was not helping his case.

The mermaid however lifted herself up more and leaned over the edge of the boat. She was curious at the little creature in front of her. It had no fins or tail, how could it swim or hunt for fish? She gently reached out and poked the creature’s leg with her claw. Careful as to not scratch it. She didn’t want to hurt them, she was simply curious and wanted to learn more.

Randy however flinched at the touch, causing the mermaid to pause a second before continuing.

“Uhhh please stop” Randy said hesitantly, he didn’t know if she’d understand him or not. She simply tilted her head and made a few clicking noises, “Right you don’t understand me…should’ve known.”

The mermaid simply kept look at him and poking him. He couldn’t figure out why though. Wasn’t she just gonna snatch him up and eat him? Or perhaps she is too young to know about that? Wasn’t it’s parent coming? Was he being saved for the parent? Did she even have a parent? Wouldn’t they be here by now? Why was she so curious about him?Maybe she’s never seen a human before, he thought, watching as she awkwardly lifted his leg to inspect it.

“HEY! Don’t flip me ov-over like that!” He shouted, almost losing his stomach over the sudden motion. His shout scared the mermaid, causing her to retreat her hand and dip slightly back into the water. Randy suddenly felt terrible. If this was a child, then he just scared her…how ironic. A sea beast scared of a simple human. Alcohol always made him more emotional, and seeing her cower impacted some instinct to protect and help.

“Hey…sorry for shouting…didn’t mean to scare you…you got nice hair…” he reached down and patted her head, causing her to gently push against his palm. Part of him was shouting that this was stupid and dangerous, but his drunk side just kept petting the mermaid’s head.

She chirped a seemingly happy chirp, and lifted her head out of the water agains so she could get closer.

“You alone out here? All by yourself? Cause I feel you there. I’m alone too” Randy said, all the while the mermaid seemed confused. That didn’t stop Randy from rambling though.

“You know…I’m alone and I haven’t seen anyone come get you…so you must be alone. We can hang out until I pass out ahahaha…” He was really losing it at this point.

The mermaid continued to listen, even though she had zero clue what the creature in front of her was saying. She watched as it spoke it’s strange language and played with her hair. Awkwardly braiding it, like her mama used to. Then it paused, gave a thumbs up, and fell onto the floor. Did it just die?!?! She didn’t know what happened, until a loud snore came from the creature. It’s sleeping, she thought to herself, out in the open like this? Wasn’t that dangerous?

She paused for a moment before deciding to watch the creature and it’s strange floating thing. She dipped back underwater and hid in some crevices between some rocks. Just like her mama had taught her. Suddenly she felt sorrow in her heart, she missed her mama. She played with the loose braid the creature made in her hair as she kept watch on its little floating device.

Morning struck and Randy groggily woke up to the sun smacking his face. His body ached all over and looking around he quickly figured out why. He had passed out on his boat, and not in the small compartment that held a bed. Just on the hard deck.

He laid there trying to remember what had happened. It then hit him. The mermaid. Was it real? Or was it some drunk memory? Randy didn’t know. He sat up and looked around. He knew he had some snacks and water hidden on the boat. So he slowly stood up to grab some.

After grabbing some chips and a bottle of water he walked over the the ledge of the boat. Looking into the deep water. Was the mermaid real? Why did she not eat him? Or drag him under? Randy was so confused and partially hung over. As he sipped his water and looked over the sea he heard and felt the sea move. Confused he looked down, only to be met with those yellow eyes from last night.

Startled, Randy fell back, dropping his water and chips. He Scooted back into the wall of the cockpit of his boat. Staring at her. She blinked and stared at him before smiling a simple smile, without showing her teeth. She then reached over and gently tapped his nose with a claw. He wasn’t scratched, but he was terrified. She was real, last night actually happened. He couldn’t remember much but he remembered her poking at him and lifting his leg. Everything else was blurry for him.

“You’re not gonna hurt me right?” He awkwardly asked, only to receive a click and tilt from her, “oh right…language barrier…”

Then he heard it, her stomach growled. He looked over and fear etched its way into his face. Was she gonna eat him now? Was she saving him for later? He looked at the mermaid and realized she had lowered herself into the water a bit, avoiding eye contact.

She was hungry but wasn’t going for him. Randy then shakily stood up and walked over to the edge. He lifted his hand up and placed it on her head, causing her to tilt her head up and look at him.

“Guess you’re hungry huh?” He asked, still shaking. Part of him was terrified at the thought of being eaten but maybe he could try something else.

He patted his head before walking over to the front of his boat. Curiously the mermaid followed him, still somewhat hiding herself in the water.

“Well maybe I can catch you something?” Randy said as he grabbed his fishing gear. He grabbed his rod, found some bait, hooked it up and cast it out. All the while the mermaid watched in fascination.

“This might take a while…haven’t had the best luck recently.” He awkwardly said as he waited for the line to pull.

It took a few minutes before he felt a pull. He quickly started to reel it in, but it was strong.

“Damnit, why’s it gotta be so tough” he cursed under his breath trying to pull the fish in. The fish was clearly a fighter and the mermaid noticed the struggle. She eyes the line and gently swam close to it.

“Woah! What are yo-“ before he could finish she dived back into the water. He kept fighting the fish though. If she didn’t want it then then he could just catch it and seek it at the market instead. He fought and tried when suddenly, the fighting stopped.

“Shit it got loose.” He muttered. He started pulling it back but realized that there was still something on the hook, it just wasn’t fighting.

“Damnit…must’ve gotten tangled on something…or I was fighting a fucking boot again.”

As he reeled it in, the mermaid popped back up with glee written all over her face.

“Glad you’re happy.” Randy said looking over at the mermaid who just watched him reel in the fish, “you know you could catch your own fish. You know how to right?” Silence and a confused look was all he got, “perhaps not”

Finally the end of the line was in view. Randy watched as it pulled up, and shock struck him. On the hook was a huge fish, bigger than he had seen in a long time. Only it wasn’t moving and had a large bite mark in it. The fish was still intact, there was just clear teeth marks around the fish, as well as a scratch. He pulled the fish out and stared at it. It was still in good condition, despite the wound, but what did it. He then looked over at the mermaid who was filling smiling, showing off her sharp teeth that had just the hint of blood on them. He flinched at seeing the sight of them.

“Oh so you did help me. Thanks.” He awkwardly said. Randy then took the hook out of the fish and carried it over to the mermaid, “but I caught it for you”

The mermaid was stunned. She helped track the fish down to help make it easier for him to catch. She thought he was just getting himself a meal. Yes she was hungry but usually her mama would hunt a bunch of fish first and then bring it back for them to eat. Occasionally she’d help her mama but it was hard to catch fish without a little help. Most of the bigger fish were just too fast for her, so her mama would go after those, occasionally slowing them down for her to practice hunting with, but she usually practiced hunting on the smaller and slower fish. But this creature didn’t do that. Yes it held the fish still so she could stun it and slow it down, but she didn’t expect it to give up its catch for her. She grabbed the fish and eyed it, looking back at the creature who said something and waved it’s hands. It then pretended to eat something, she knew it wanted her to eat it but that wouldn’t be fair. She paused and lifted the fish up and not it in half, handing the head over to the creature. It was the best part after all.

Randy was shocked and a little scared as he watched the mermaid bite the fish in half and hand him the head of it. She then mimicked his motion of eating.

“Uh thanks but I’m not hungry right now…uhhh I’ll save it for later” he said smiling. He patted his stomach to show he was full, before placing the fish into a nearby crate. The mermaid seemed confused but just let it go.

“I’m quite lucky to have found you. I mean, a big fish, not getting eaten by you. You’re quite the good luck charm,” Randy grabbed his fishing rod and pointed to the sea, “wanna help me catch some more?”

The mermaid may not have understood what he said but did understand what he wanted. She happily swam away and dived into the water before popping back up with a giddy smile. Randy laughed and nodded before casting his line again.

They did this for quite awhile. Catching multiple big fish. Randy handed a few to the mermaid, once his ship was full.

“Alright lil..uhhh…mermaid…merchild…mmmh” he paused looking at the mermaid in front of him, “I shouldn’t just call you mermaid. How about I give you a name?” She just tilted her head and he chuckled, “Mmmh well you’re quite lucky…and you got pretty green scales…mmmh I think I’ll call you Jade”

Jade tilted her head confused, the creature then pointed to itself and said a single thing and then pointed to her and said a different thing. It repeated it a few more times. Perhaps the thing they said was what they were called? ‘Randy’ and the thing they said while pointing to her was what it called her, ‘Jade.’ She didn’t know what it meant or even if she could pronounce these things but she liked the sound. She was happy being called this Jade.

Randy watched as Jade wiggled her fins in joy and smiled.

“Alright, I’m glad you like the name, but now I gotta go home okay?” He walked over and patted her cheek. He then pointed to himself and the towards the island. She paused before making a soft cry and nuzzling into him, she didn’t want him to go and it broke his heart.

“I’ll be back, don’t worry okay? I know you don’t understand me but I’ll be back” he tried reassuring her but it was kinda hard to do so with actions.

Randy eventually pulled away from Jade, who had a sad look on her face before disappearing into the depths below. He sighed and walked over to his helm to start the boat up. He would have one hell of a story to tell everyone, especially Andrew.

Meanwhile; Jade watched the boat float away, and she carefully followed it back towards the island. Stopping when she saw it stop at a strange wooden structure. She watched as Randy stepped off the floating thing and carried the boxes away, one by one. They were safe, she thought as she looked around. She noticed that a bit off there was a small rock island nearby, that with closer inspection had a cave opening that went down. Investigating it she discovered it opened up a bit and was quite large. It was also relatively close to where Randy went. She decided right then that this cave would be her home. Curling up on the sandy floor she smiled, she had found a new mama. Someone to help her, someone to be with so she wasn’t so alone anymore. They could teach her things and help her, and she could help them! She couldn’t help but smile with glee as she drifted off to sleep hoping to catch Randy when she woke up and have another day of being with them.

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Bengiyo's Queer Cinema Syllabus

Hello! After a holiday hiatus, I am returning to @bengiyo’s queer cinema syllabus. We will be ringing in the new year with Unit 4: Heartbreak Alley, the totally light-hearted, definitely not agonizing section of the syllabus where I get to watch countless acts of violence be committed against queer people. That fuck I have Lesbians waiting for me at the end of this unit. The films in Unit 4 are: Bent (1997), Strange Fruit (2004), Boys Don’t Cry (1999), Brokeback Mountain (2005), Parting Glances (1986), Philadelphia (1993), The Living End (1992), Holding the Man (2015), Jeffery (1995), and Boys on the Side (1995)

Today I will be writing about 

Bent (1997) dir. Sean Mathias

[Run Time- 1:45, Available: tubi, for rent, Lang: Eng]

Content Warning: Holocaust, torture, murder, suicide, references to necrophilia

Summary: Max is gay and as such is sent to Dachau concentration camp under the Nazi regime. He tries to deny he is gay, and gets a yellow label (the one for Jews) instead of pink (the one for gays). In camp, he falls in love with fellow prisoner Horst, who wears his pink label with pride.

Cast: Lothaire Bluteau as Horst Clive Owen as Max

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Well. This was a fascinating watch. For Unit 4 the only film I’ve seen prior is Brokeback Mountain and I feel like Bent had a similar structure in that the most emotionally difficult parts are primarily (not fully, rest in peace Randy and unnamed girl) towards the end. I definitely went in to this movie expecting it to be jam packed with pain and suffering in a way that would constantly assault my emotional space, but that wasn’t what it was. And it felt all the more realistic for it, I think. 

We open at Greta’s club, we got an outright bacchanal, such a beautiful, vibrant, explicitly queer space…in Nazi Germany. And it eases you in to that concept because the first party we see is completely absent of any soldiers, then we get soldiers coming in to join the fun, and then we get Nazi’s coming in looking for one particular person, and Max’s boyfriend Randy watches the Nazi’s slit Wolf’s throat. This was an interesting choice in name for me, because Hitler really wanted to be called Wolf, and made people refer to him as such. Anyway, Wolf dies, Max and Randy run to Greta’s home which is…literally a home made out of wardrobes (living in the closet), and Greta dresses them all up in suits and burns all the evidence of her queerness. And you’d think they’d be laying low, which in some ways they are, yet they are at fully discussing what happened, aligning themselves with queerness, on a public bus, in Nazi occupied Berlin, after literally just escaping Nazi’s as if it’s a regular day, and they haven’t just watched someone get killed for being queer. 

And nonchalantly, Greta strips away all of her identity, she’s got things figured out, she becomes Greg (or something) and starts talking about the wife and kids he has at home, and how he’s fucked every sex worker on the street, and that’s it (“So queer is out. Queer is dead. Ratatattat”). They don’t seem phased, they don’t seem scared, Greta processes the grief they know is coming for them while they sing farewell songs in their own club, and that’s it. They give Max and Randy enough money to flee Berlin, and we never hear about them again. And when I talk about the realism in this, I mean that Randy, having just watched a man be murdered, doesn’t want to leave Berlin, because he put money down on a dance class and he doesn’t want to miss those classes. And it strikes me that Max constantly seems annoyed with, fed up with Randy, and yet cannot leave him, just as Randy cannot leave Max. Randy and Max both had an opportunity to leave each other, and get away to safety, and they stayed together, and that was their downfall. 

But before their capture, we see them just like…waiting around, they are getting on each other’s nerves, they are bickering about cheese. Again, it feels so…true to life? I don’t think we really think enough about the downtime when you are waiting to die, when you are hiding, when you are trying to survive. They have time to work, to gaze at the sky, to talk over a fire, to kiss, to sing, to accuse their partner of trying to poison their cheese. They have time to trust, to make mistakes, and to die. 

Max was stupid, Randy was stupid, everyone made one mistake and now Max is killing Randy on a train to Dachau in a desperate attempt to prove to the Nazi’s that he didn’t know Randy, that he isn’t queer, just in the hopes that he will survive the trip to the camps. And this film does not shy away from the monstrosities/atrocities. They make you see Randy’s beaten body, knowing that the Nazi’s tortured him because he wore glasses and they thought he was an intellectual. When he was a dancer, which to be fair is just as much of a threat to the Nazi regime as anything else. We have to just sit there, and watch Max tell himself over and over and over and over again “this isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. This is happening.” while Randy sobs in agony in the background. 

Which felt real to me too, because what else are you going to do? Horst has clocked Max, and has told Max that this train ride is made to break people, and personally I think Max was broken before Horst was even able to offer advice, but the only way he is even remotely capable of handling anything that happened on that train is to just willfully refuse to admit that it was real. It cannot be real. With the genocide in Gaza, I have really been thinking a lot about how suddenly life can change, I think about what it would be like if I were there, in that situation, or if it happened here and how I would react to it. And I do not know how long it would take for me to feel like any of that was real. 

This movie was fascinating because so much and so little happens. We have the glitz and glamor, we have the frenzied escape, and then they sit in the woods, we have the train ride where Randy is tortured by Nazi’s and killed by Max’s hand, and Max is forced to rape the corpse of a 13 year old girl the Nazi’s shot, in order to prove that he isn’t queer, and then for the next hour he’s moving rocks back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, until we reach the last 5-10 minutes of the movie. 

It was so interesting for me to watch this movie, seeing Max’s cyclical nature from beginning to end. At the beginning of Bent, Max is not hiding his queerness in any way. He’s at the club every night, he’s shoving his tongue down multiple people’s throats, he’s having public sex. He’s super. fucking. gay. He’s gone to all the clubs, he’s known in the community, his family knows he’s queer. It was an identity he held, until the second Horst told him being queer was the lowest of the low in the camps. For the majority of the time he was in Dachau he vehemently refused to wear the pink triangle, he convinced the SS soldiers to mark him with the Star of David and not the pink triangle by doing some truly heinous actions. 

Max used his wealth and his willingness to do terrible things to get into a position he felt was safe. He moved rocks back and forth all day long and bribed the guards to let Horst move rocks with him. They were able to be together, to share space together, to imagine for three minutes every few hours that they were able to be together. To fuck each other, to love each other, to hold each other, but there is not allowed to be gentleness between them.

I loved the moments in this movie where Max and Horst were having sex with each other on those breaks. I loved that they were able to find a moment of pleasure. I loved that Horst was allowed to cry, to beg for gentleness, I loved what it said about Max that he said he liked to be hurt in sex, that it was exciting. I am absolutely not one to judge that, let me preface, but it felt to me Max is trying to believe about himself but isn’t true. If he likes being hurt, maybe he can cope better with the pain he is experiencing. 

And again, in case people have forgotten the overall purpose of the syllabus, Ben structured these units to slowly progress people in to BL. So I want to relate a moment of this to BL a little bit because some of it made me start thinking of The Eclipse, mostly around the conversation Horst and Max have about the SS soldier who is “the worst in the camp” and whether or not he’s queer. Which leads to one of the most important lines in the film, for me anyway:

Max: “Of course he could be queer. But you don’t want to think about that. You don’t want them to be” Horst: “There are queer Nazi, and queer saints, and- and queer geniuses, and queer nobodies.”

This film is about what people do to survive, the cycles they maintain, the parts of them they break, in order to live to the end. And this moment made me think of The Eclipse in terms of the commentary that show also made about the harm oppressed groups can perpetuate against their own communities for the sake of survival, self hatred, etc. Chadok was authoritarian and militant and brainwashed Akk in to literally committing crimes to maintain order (shout out to the car Akk let roll in to a crowd of protestors) and was also a gay man trying desperately to hold on to his own safety after Dika died. We do not get a backstory on the SS soldier, nor would I have particularly cared for one, but we do know that every time certain soldiers enact physical violence against queer people, we see them wipe their eye as if brushing away a tear. We do know that that SS soldier made Max go down on him in order to get medicine. And at the end of the day it doesn’t fully matter if we get confirmation about that particular soldier, because the fact remains that there were queer Nazi’s and we have to reckon with that. 

Max is maybe able to pass as straight, not to other queers, but probably to most of the Nazi’s and he says as much in his conversation with Horst about how the SS soldier would have killed him if he knew a queer had gone down on him. And ultimately I think it’s true, because that SS soldier realizes that Max went down on him for medicine, not for himself but for Horst, and that was all he needed to realize that there was more to the relationship between Max and Horst and to punish Max for it. It came as no surprise to me that the film would end with both of them dead, they spoke too often of survival, I loved so much that Horst, knowing he would die either way, decided to rebel for once and left a mark on that SS soldier. 

Favorite Moment 

So I think my actual favorite moment is the second time that Horst and Max verbally fuck eachother and we get the conversation about Horst wanting to be handled gently, but honestly I have to give a shoutout to the moment that Randy and Max are arguing in the forest because it feels like an organic conversation between a couple that has been stuck together in too small a space (read: a metal barrel for a roof over their head) and are under a lot of stress. And they’re just sitting there arguing about the correct term for the type of ecosystem they are in (“Forest”, “Jungle”, “Forest”) and Randy says he’s worried that Max poisoned the cheese (that Randy bought and selected himself) and the incredulity by which Max responds: “It’s your cheese..choke on it. I cannot tell you how much I want you to choke on it. Christ!”

I really loved all these types of little moments, the repetition, the tiffs, I felt like it really helped ground the film. 

Favorite Quote 

“If I can stand at attention they’ll let me hold you. I never held you before. I won’t let you drop. You know what? Horst? You know what? I think- I think I love you. Shh. Don’t tell anyone. Don’t worry about the rocks. I won’t drop you, I promise. I think- I think I love- Can’t remember his name. A dancer. I think I loved him too. Don’t be jealous. You’re safe. I won’t drop you. I love you. What’s wrong with that?”

Now, I will say, as much as my stomach twisted in horror at certain moments in the film, I was holding it together pretty well, right up until the very end. Max is commanded by the SS soldier to get rid of Horst’s body and as Max is lifting Horst in to his arms, the horns go off for their three minute rest where they are supposed to stand at attention. And Max…screams, he just screams “No” because he doesn’t want to let Horst go. He does not want Horst to drop to the ground. And the Nazi’s have already walked away, and so Max holds Horst as best as he can.  This unmoving dead weight heavy and slipping in his arms. And for the first time ever he is able to hold this man that he loves. And then he drags Horst’s body to the grave, takes Horst’s shirt with the pink triangle, puts it on, and kills himself. It’s tragic, and horrible, and painful to watch but it was a moment of gentleness out of a man who had convinced himself he was a terrible person. And there is something to Max’s final moments being holding the man he loved who he’d promised would be safe in his arms, keeping that promise, and reclaiming his identity the way Horst would have wanted him to. He died a queer and he died on his own terms, and it fucking sucks that we don’t always survive, but I think Bent really sets itself up for the question of what it means and what it’s worth to be yourself. Because for us, as with many other people, to be ourselves can mean danger, can mean violence, can mean death and knowing that there are people who hide to survive still suffering under the constraints of closet life and there are people who step out in the open knowing what they might face. 

Score

9/10

This may sound a little bit sadistic, but I think I wanted a touch more queer pain, and I don’t think this is a film that is easy to recommend to people because of how much of the movie is dedicated to repetition. This was a very strong film, the acting was great, and the sets were intriguing, and the little eyebrow touch did in fact come back to haunt me.

Next on the docket...Strange Fruit

[visceravalentines]

thinking abt randy and benson going grocery shopping for one of their many motel room stays (in my head no one died and they’re simply going on a roadtrip across the country so benson can both get randy out of his shell and so he can heal whatever part of himself that was so afraid of leaving town) and how benson does it fucking weird ….. like he’s hitting up the frozen foods first and then going across the store and then to the middle and bouncing from aisle to aisle and randy’s pushing the cart sweating bc this is his nightmare

in my head they are also doing this thing bc I love road trip vibes I love the heart of nowhere, USA, I love the island that is a car with two people in it

what a concept. Benson doesn't have a list. well, he had a list. he wrote it on his hand in pen and then it all rubbed off. but it's fine, he knows what was on there. and he's absolutely grabbing things that were not on there but that he definitely needs (frozen tater tots).

meanwhile Randy has a list and it's neat and organized and he just trails behind Benson keeping track of the budget and fretting over the milk and probably maybe sneaking a pack of gum and some chapstick into his pocket bc somebody once told me they headcanon him getting into shoplifting while they're on the run and that is so so good imo

[quinnxsocials]

THE MASKED KILLER

BILLY X STU X READER FAN FIC

This is based on the 1996 SCREAM VER!

THIS IS PART ONE

ALL PARTS LINKED HERE ! : MASTERLIST

One Year Ago (almost)

“Sidney..?” Rose said knocking onto Sidney’s door, Sidney opened the door confused and when she saw Rose’s puffy and red eyes she knew something was wrong. “Oh my God are you okay Rose?” Sidney whispered and hugged her sister, “Mom is dead.” She cried holding onto Sidney. Sidney released the hug and looked at her with tears in her eyes, “w-what? You’re joking right…” Sidney replied back and when Rose shook her head Sidney looked side to side as tears fell down, Rose lead her to her parents room to see Rose was just about right. Their mother brutally murdered on the floor, they both cried harder and the police sirens were coming closer. When Sidney looked outside she saw someone wearing a jacket leaving her house, it had blood on it, and when she looked closer she realized the jacket belonged to no other than Cotton Weary.. Sidney screamed and immediately ran outside to find nobody, as the police came to the scene Sidney ran to Dewey. “Hey! Hey! What’s going on we got a call that your mother was killed!” Dewey said holding onto Sidney. “cotton weary.. he left the house in a jacket of blood! c-check his car I know it was him!” Sidney cried as Rose ran outside in tears. Both Sidney and Rose had blood on them, the death of their mother scared Rose. Which made her so introverted that she barely hung out with the friend group anymore, only Randy. And that’s when the bullying started from Casey Becker, the soon to be dead.

“You probably killed your mother because you’re a lame weird little bitch!” Casey said to Rose as she sat down in the lunch room, Rose looked up at her in shock. “Why would you say something like that?” Rose said her voice cracking, “Because you’re not so innocent! I know you’re a killer.” Casey replied and crossed her arms over her chest. “I didn’t kill her, that was my mother. I didn’t come out the house in a jacket of her blood, Cotton Weary did.” Rose replied angrily and stood up to Casey, “Pfft! Of course and why ya getting up gonna hit me and prove that I’m right that you’re psychotic and a murderer?” Casey laughed and taunted Rose, “Shut the fuck up you ugly Bob looking ass bitch you’re lucky I don’t beat the shit outta you because you’re with Stu. Test me again and I’ll break your jaw bitch.” Rose replied with serious intentions but that didn’t work on Casey. “Yeah okay, hit me bitch.” Casey replied, but before she could laugh Rose sent a hard punch to Casey’s jaw making her fall back to the ground and Rose just walked away as Casey started screaming and having a bitch fit, and Stu gave Rose a look of shock as he ran over to Casey and helped her up. This is what really sparked the rumors of Rose being a killer, but a week later everything died down and Rose began to hang out with the group again. Mostly Randy because he was really nice to her and always there for her, she knew he liked her but she never wanted a relationship with anyone because she knew that it wouldn’t end well. And after her mother’s death Sidney and Billy’s relationship went downhill and so did Casey and Stu, Casey dumped Stu for Steven and Stu lied to Tatum saying he left Casey for her and all of that. Randy and Rose stayed friends but had feelings sparking but nobody made a move, they knew the rules as they were both horror fans.

The day it started

When Rose woke up three days before the anniversary of her mothers passing, her and Sidney went to school together and Tatum ran up to them as they were both visibly confused of all the news reporter trucks and police cars outside the front of the school, “You didn’t hear?” Tatum said to the two, “No? What happened” Sidney replied. “Casey Becker and Steve Orth were found killed last night!” Tatum said “What, no way!” Rose replied in shock. “We’re not just talking killed, we’re talking splatter movie killed. Ripped open from end to end..” said Tatum, “Casey sits next to me in English!” Rose exclaimed sadly.. “not anymore.. it’s so sad her mom and dad found her outside hanging from a tree, her insides on the outside..” Tatum said “oh my god!” Sidney said “did they knew who did it?” Rose replied confused rubbing her neck as the trio walked up the stairs, “fucking clueless, I mean they’re interrogating the entire school. Teachers, janitors, students.” Tatum said “Did they think someone from school did it?” Rose replied “They don’t know.. I mean Dewey was saying this was the worse crime they’ve seen in years even worse than… well it’s bad..” Tatum replied she didn’t say Rose and Sidney’s mother’s name and Tatum walked into the school Rose and Sidney staring at her in shock.

In class a student came in and as Rose starred at Casey’s empty seat in English a student handed the teacher a note as she read it she called Roses name “Rose.” The teacher said , “it would appear to be your turn.” Rose got out of her day dream as everyone looked at her and she grabbed her stuff and walked out the classroom.

“Who’s up next.” Principal Henry said to the sheriff and deputy, “Uhh Rose Prescott” Deputy Dewey replied reading the name list, “she was one of the daughters of uh..” the principal said before Dewey cleared his throat and Rose walked in, “Rose, thank you” The principal said to the worker as he grabbed Roses side gently leading her in. “Hi Rose.” The Sheriff said “Sheriff Burke, Dewey.” Rose said looking at the two boys in front of her “Uh that’s Deputy Riley today, Rose.” Dewey replied smiling awkwardly and Rose adjusted herself in her seat, “How is everything” Sheriff said to Rose “good!” Rose swallowed and nodded slowly “And your dad? How’s he doing.” He replied “Were good thanks.” Rose said, “We’re gonna keep this very simple Rose,” principal Henry said “the police just wanna ask ya a few questions, okay Rose?” He added on rubbing Roses chin making her look up at him “mhm.” The sheriff looked at the principal up and down weird but asked “Rose, were ya close to Casey Becker?” The sheriff asked Rose and she shakes her head, “Nope, she hated me because of my mom’s..” Rose stopped speaking and felt her eyes welling up with tears, the sheriff nodded and Dewey wrote it down. “I understand Rose, you’re free to go mkay?” He replied to Rose and she nodded as she grabbed her things and walked out the office.

“All students are encouraged promptly to return to their homes from school grounds avoid strangers, walk in twos and threes and..” The principal said on the announcements, “He asked if I knew Casey.” Sidney said to everyone. “Me too!” Tatum replied “hey did they ask if you liked to hunt?” Stu said and Billy replied “yeah they did.” Tatum looked confused , “hunt? why would they ask if you liked to hunt?” She said confused “because their bodies were gutted.” Randy said lying back and smiling but they couldn’t see, “Thank you Randy.” Billy said sarcastically. “They didn’t ask me if I liked to hunt?” Tatum said “Because there’s no way a girl could’ve killed em.” Stu replied smirking , “That’s so sexist the killer could easily be female, Basic instinct.” Rose replied rolling her eyes at Stu and putting her head on Randy’s chest, “That was an ice pick, not exactly the same thing..” Randy said “Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. The fact is it takes a man to do something like that!” Stu replied and Tatum rolled her eyes, “Or a mans mentality!” Rose replied. “Exactly!” Tatum said giving Stu a look. “How.. do you gut someone?” Sidney said, in a whisper but so loud you could hear it. Everyone went silent and looked at her for a second before Stu spoke, “You take a knife..” and Billy suddenly looked at Stu. “And ya slit em from groin to sternum..” Stu continued on and Rose and Sidney both looked uncomfortable, “Hey, it’s called tact you fuckrag.” Billy replied and Sidney looked at Stu, “Hey Stu, didn’t you used to date Casey?” Sidney said and Stu smiled as Tatum gave Stu a dirty look, “Yeah, for like two seconds!” with a laugh Stu said this, and Randy moved closer to Tatum In a whisper anyone could hear. “Before she dumped him for Steve!” Randy said smiling and Tatum looked at Stu confused, “I thought you dumped her for me!” Tatum said confused. “I did! He’s full of shit!” Stu replied and Rose looked at Stu because she knew he was lying.

Randy grabbed Roses waist and she blushed as he spoke “And are the police aware that ya dated the victim?” Stu and Tatum looked at Randy, “What are ya saying? That I killed her?” Stu said with a bit of a smile. “It would certainly prove your highschool Q!” Randy replied “Stu was with me last night, mkay?” Tatum said moving her head closer to his in a smirk as Stu also smiled, “Yeah I was!” And he winked at Rose. She looked at the couple in a jokingly disgusted face pretending to gag and laughed right after, “was that before or after he sliced and diced?” Randy said and his voice went deeper on the last part and Sidney visibly was uncomfortable shifting in her spot. “Fuck you nutcase! where were you last night?” Tatum said “with Rose! Thank ya!” Randy replied and Rose smiled, “Yeah!” She replied and Tatum laughed “And I wonder what they were doing..” as she gave Rose and Randy a look. “Watching videos, thank you!” Randy and Rose both said as they smiled and blushed, “I didn’t kill anybody..” Stu said and Billy chimed in. “Nobody said you did.” As he gave Stu a look raising his eyebrows, which left Rose suspicious again. “Thanks buddy!” Stu replied, “Besides it takes a man to do something like that!” Randy said in a sassy voice and Rose giggled, Randy hugged her waist tighter. “Yo I’ll gut your ass in a second, kid!” Stu replied laughing. “Tell me something, did you really put her liver in the mailbox? Because I heard her liver was in the mailbox next to her spleen and pancreas!” Randy said in a girl voice and that’s what made Rose and Sidney’s stomach turn in a bad way, Sidney got up and packed everything up. “Randy! You goonfuck I’m trying to eat here!” Tatum said angrily, “She’s getting mad here right? Better live her alone” Stu said laughing and Sidney kissed Billy’s cheek walking off and he was visibly looking at Sidney with hatred and Rose saw it all. She knew something. “Liver alone!” Stu said again laughing harder sticking his tongue out at Billy and Billy hit him in the side making him stop laughing and say “Ow! Liver! Liver! Liver! It was a joke..” Stu said laughing and looking at Tatum and Rose, Randy got up and Rose gave him a kiss on the cheek before he left. Tatum smirked at the two and Stu and Billy looked at Randy with hatred, nobody noticed it. “Bye Rands Bands.” Rose said waving and smiling stupidly, “Cutest couple alert!” Tatum said laughing and Rose blushed hitting her side. Billy and Stu gave each other a look and they both knew there plan for later.

[msookyspooky]

Fours a Franchise

Part 2

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   You sat at the police station clutching your head, your elbows resting on the table in front of you…10 years. It had been 10 long years since something like this happened. 15 years since it happened in Woodsboro. Your eyes darted to the calendar on the wall... The date was past when Casey and Steve died…The anniversary was a mere few days away.  You knew it…You fucking knew coming back here was a bad idea especially this time of year. Even 10 years later…The implication of exactly what this meant made your stomach turn.

'No…No, no, no. I can't. I've been free of this shit for a decade; I can't do this again. Not with them. Not now.' 

Your head shot up to see Dewey slowly coming into the room. He wore a regretful expression. "YN. I'm…I'm sorry." 

You took a moment, sucking in a shaky breath and swiping your hand across your mouth. "For what?" You softly asked as he sucked in his own heavy breath and sat across from you.

"For this being your welcome home and not being there for you with those protestors …And…For…" 

"Questioning me?" You asked simply as he hung his head. You sighed and shrugged. "It is what it is. We need to figure this out. It's not the first time I've been questioned at a police station." 

"No but it's the first time I'm the one…Getting your report." Dewey stared at you before getting to the point. "Can you run me through the exact time frame?" 

"Sure." You laced your hands together on the table in front of you. "...Rebecca got us there at about 11:35. Protestors were outside boycotting my book." 

"Any violent ones? You know, shady characters?" 

"No more than usual. They all don't like my presence in this town." 

"Anyone you recognize?" 

"...No." You softly gave as he ran a hand over his hair, hat sitting on the table. 

"I should have been there." He murmured. "We apprehended a few for questioning and they're all on a suspect list but I'm sure there's more. Any information can help."

"It's okay. You had your hands full…Does Randy know that Jenny girl was one of the victims?" 

He nodded with an exasperated look. "Yeah…He's being-" He raised his brows with a puff of air past his lips. "He's being…Just-" 

"Randy?" 

"Anxious, a little neurotic and dropping suspects already? Yes. To be fair…I think we all are anxious right now…Although, this is the most freaked out I've seen him out of all the times we've ever gone over suspects or questions. " 

You nodded in agreement before continuing. "Anyways...We got inside. I didn't see the exact time after that. Rebecca went missing to look for Randy while I talked to him." 

"And Randy…Was missing too before Rebecca left to look for him and then he just appeared out of no where?" 

You huffed with a shake of your head, looking at the ceiling. "Dewey. He wasn't there, and within a minute, he was. He probably was near the bookcases and wanted to surprise me…Even if he is a suspect; There was a crowd outside. He couldn't have done it that fast without being seen." 

"And Rebecca? She had the keys." 

You rolled your lips in thought. "I'm aware but I don't think so. Rebecca will do a lot for publicity but she couldn't have done this. I had my luggage in the back so this happened at Woodsboro, not before. She wasn't gone that long, and again, the crowd. How could she do it in front of the crowd?....Unless." 

"Unless?" Dewey urged.

"Unless…Someone in the crowd blended in and used an opportunity when no one was looking. Rebecca went out there after we talked and she was yelling something at them. Everyone is looking towards her and not at the car…It's the only scenario that makes sense." 

Dewey's face lit up and he furiously wrote it down. "So do you think someone in the crowd could do this?" 

You shrugged and stammered. "I-I don't know. Probably! I don't know who else....There was a half an hour time frame between us arriving and us talking inside." 

"All three of you?" 

You hesitated before replying. "Well…No. Like I said, Rebecca was outside dispersing the protestors and Randy went to stock books while I set up the table. It was like 5 to 10 minutes and then they both came back and probably 10 minutes later the first people arrived for the book signing." 

Dewey slowly nodded with a thoughtful look as he took in the information. "...Okay." 

You looked at the table with a frown. "...You know, somehow I knew something like this would happen. I wanted to think I was being paranoid but here we are…I should have never come back here. This all happened because I came back." 

Dewey stared a moment before he reached out to you, gently laying his hand on your own. "Hey, now. YN, this is not your fault. This would have happened regardless…I mean, I think it would at least." He mumbled, grimacing at his own choice of words as he patted your hand. "We'll find the person responsible and you'll be safe. I promise…I think I'm done taking your statement, thank you for cooperating." He said the last part like he rehearsed it with everyone he questioned.

You nodded even though you knew it wasn't true. That you'd be safe.

Suddenly, you saw the door almost open before closing again followed by Gale yelling at Judy outside. Dewey groaned and quickly stood up. His limp he once had was barely there at all as he staggered just a moment before walking normally. You stood up as well, following behind as Gale rushed in to argue with Dewey. 

He let you out as you looked at Gale. "Hi Gale." 

"YN. If you don't mind giving us a minute." Gale gave as she narrowed her eyes at her husband. You instantly stepped out with a subtle cringe as you heard Judy arguing with Dewey that Gale shouldn't be here and Gale slamming the door on her.

'Yikes' You thought as a deputy offered you a cup of coffee and you stood near the wall. Thinking heavily. 

You knew what this meant and you dreaded it so much. It made you want to just hop in the nearest car and drive as far away from this town as possible. 10 years of peace washed away just by stepping foot into this damn town.

A few minutes went by before Gale rushed out the door and turned back around to tell Judy in a harsh voice. "- And your lemon squares taste like ass!" Before storming off; marching out of the precinct.

You didn't know if Dewey and Gale were on the fritz or not but it seemed like it. You hadn't talked to Dewey in person in years; only ever talking on the phone on rare occasions and Gale you only talked on the phone with to relay a message to Dewey; which became more common the last year or two…It was sad all things considered but that was how it was now. You talked to Randy's wife Karla occasionally just as little as you talked to Randy with how busy everyone seemed to be…At one point you knew everything between all of you and now you were out of the loop.

You saw Dewey come out with an exhausted expression as Judy talked to him. He comforted her on the lemon squares and she thanked him. 

Your eyes focused on her…She was the one that traced the device to your car and the dislike Gale had for her seemed to be mutual. She walked away with a pip in her step as you watched intently. You were already making a suspect list but you knew it was second nature at this point. In a way, this was the first time in a while you felt like yourself instead of a numb version going through the motions your publicist gave you. 

You saw Dewey talking with another deputy before he motioned for you. You shoved off the wall, sitting your Styrofoam cup down on a desk and followed him. Judy led Dewey as you followed him into a room. There were 3 teenage girls sitting at the table as Dewey motioned for you to come all the way inside. 

Dewey looked at you. "YN. This is Kirby Reed, Olivia Morris and Jill Roberts…She's Sidney's cousin." 

You glanced at Dewey in surprise before looking at her. The dark haired girl in the middle looked at you in wonder…She didn't look like Sidney or Roman but the resemblance was somewhat there. "YN? Like, my cousin Sidney's old best friend? Wow, you're younger looking in person." She held up her hand. "Not that you look old in pictures or anything but I thought by 33 you'd be more...You know…" She drew out.

"Mature looking." Kirby finished for her with a smile.

 "Yes, that's me. And no, my official walking cane and wrinkles haven't arrived in the mail yet. Are you cousins on Neil or Maureen's side?…" 

She gave a down turned smile. "Maureen and my Mom are sisters…I never met Sidney, obviously, I mean, I'm just 17…Why?" 

 "Just wondering. I kind of see the resemblance to you and Sidney…And I was wondering because…Well…"

"Roman?" Jill smiled politely. "That was an interesting conversation piece for Thanksgiving when I was a kid. Crazy to think my Aunt Maureen had such a secret-filled life." 

Olivia gave you and Jill a wary look. Relatively silent the entire time.

Kirby added with a raise of her hand. " I actually have questions on things if you don't mind like did Billy Loomis actually use corn syrup or was that just bullshit from Stab because-" 

Dewey cut her off. "Ladies…We're here because you claim you were called by the killer this morning…Two of you got phone calls?" 

Jill lost her smile and looked at Olivia. "Yeah, us two. "What's your favorite scary movie?'..."

Kirby addressed the room, looking between everyone. "It was the voice. You know, from Stab." She looked at you and like any awkward teen mumbled. "Uh well. I mean. You know…Your life." 

You sighed but gave a knowing look in response. 

Kirby smiled and lightly waved. "I'm. I'm Kirby, by the way." 

"Hi." You simply gave. Regretting not being more friendly to these kids but with the situation at hand; it was hard. Looking at them, it was down right out bizarre to think you were near these girls' ages when this all first happened to you.

Dewey looked at Kirby. "And the killer didn't call you?" 

"No." She looked worried as she nervously chewed at her nails "Is this…This is a bad thing?…Does that mean I'm not going to live as long as these two??" She pointed at her friends.

Dewey cringed and tilted his head. "No…Maybe." He corrected himself as you gave him a look. "Of course not! Just…Just be careful." He gave as he stood up while Judy wrote things on a notepad behind him. 

You saw Kirby's mouth drop as she turned to her friends and harshly whispered. "Oh my God, did you hear that?! That means I'm next!" 

You felt guilt eating at you the longer you were here and the more obvious it was that you were the target like so many other times…Besides, if this was anything like last time; you couldn't risk your secret getting out. You couldn't risk being here at all!

You urgently whispered to Dewey as he stood off to the side. "Dewey, I need to leave town. I shouldn't be here." 

"I'm afraid it's not possible, YN" Judy interjected as she circled something on her notepad. 

You felt your face sag as Dewey looked at you. "Look. No one thinks you're involved but everyone's a suspect." 

You huffed, shaking your head a moment. "That's literally the same thing, Dewey…I know you had to question me and I know everyone's a suspect. Okay, I get that and accept that but even if everyone is a suspect...I think we can narrow things down  I mean, realistically you actually think I'd put evidence in my own rental car?" 

Judy chimed in again. "It was your rental car and your event. We have to go with the evidence we have at hand. Besides, as a reason, you could have easily been stashing the evidence in your trunk to hide it." 

"...Then why would I have my own face covered in blood? You think Rebecca helped me? For godsakes, check my plane ticket! I wasn't even anywhere near Woodsboro when this happened. This was clearly a threat sent to me. A warning." You said to Dewey before Judy answered for him.

"I'm sorry but we'll be the ones to decide that, YN. Right now, you're on permanent supervision until this case is over." 

You narrowed your eyes at her, slowly realizing why Gale had a problem with her. You looked back at Dewey, ignoring Judy. "Dewey, if I stay here; more people will die. You know this."

You heard Olivia harshly whisper behind you. "See? Angel of death." 

Dewey gave you a calming hand gesture and said. "I'm sorry but there was evidence in your car connecting you to a killer. You may be a material witness." 

"I get that but I could still be sent to a safe house someplace where I'm monitored. And if the killer tracks me, they'll follow me there. Not here. Not with these innocent people." 

"I'm afraid we can't do that either." Judy told you.

Dewey gave cringe. "…Not yet, anyways. Until you're attacked, we can't do anything but monitor you. It's protocol." 

You stared at Dewey, your mouth open in disbelief. "...You've got to be kidding me, Dewey. I shouldn't be here!" 

"YN, you are not allowed to leave. I'm sorry but as Sheriff…I just can't let you leave town as a potential witness to this case. That's final."

Dewey talked to you like you were the age these girls were…Something about that, especially as many times as you were the one to save the day against these numerous killers; went right through you.

You felt yourself huff in disbelief. "Dewey, this is a mistake. You're making a giant mistake having me stay here." 

 He frowned with his head held high. "I'm sorry you think that, YN. You'll have police surveillance 24/7 till the killer is caught for your protection but you have to stay in town." 

You shook your head before smacking your hand against your leg with a sigh. "Great..." 

Judy raised a brow as she scribbled something on her notepad before asking you. "Why the long face? Shouldn't the person we found evidence in their trunk want police protection?"  

Finally, you felt how Gale must be feeling and snapped. Especially with the situation at hand. "With all due respect; I was talking to the Sheriff, Deputy Hicks." 

You saw Judy's face fall as Dewey gave you a disappointed look. You returned a deathly serious stare right back at him, whispering low. "We both know that won't work and as long as I'm forced to be here; the killer will target everyone around me. Even cops. We've been down this road before, Dewey!…I don't need to be placed under house arrest in the town that started all of this; I need to be put somewhere far away where the killer won't find me and so does Randy's family, these girls and Gale too. Where's their police protection?...Or is it just to watch me as a suspect?" You harshly whispered. 

Kirby raised her hand, all the girls eavesdropping as she mumbled. "Uh, I kind of think she's making sense. I mean, the killer obviously wants her the most, so…Why have her stay??" 

Olivia furiously nodded her head in agreement; eager for you to leave town.

 "Kirby please." Judy then glared at you. "You need to give Sheriff Riley more respect and credit that he knows what he's doing, Miss YN. " She retorted.

You felt an icy glare towards Judy. You looked back towards Dewey. "...May I be excused... Sheriff? Did you get all the questions from me as a suspect or witness or whatever I am?" 

Dewey looked conflicted, his mouth in a tight frown and his brows tense but nodded. "Yes." 

You grabbed your purse and walked out saying behind you. "It was nice to meet you girls! I'll see you around." You grumbled under your breath. "Especially since I'm grounded here." 

You heard them say bye as Dewey released a heavy sigh and you walked out. You were stopped and asked a few questions at the desk before being allowed to fully leave, going outside with a glare on your face. You didn't think you and Gale would be storming out of here the same way but here you were. 

'How the fuck did he go from the older brother figure willing to break the law and sneak a police file out of one of LAPD's precincts plus arguing with Mark to not let me be found. Literally risked being arrested over me…To being too lawful to send me to a safehouse because of protocol?!...What's changed? Has he really changed that much or…Did something happen to make him think I did this?...And what's this cop attitude he's gotten as if he was the one saving everyone's asses the last few attacks!' You ranted in your head. Your heels clacking on the sidewalk as you stopped and furiously adjusted one. 'And I HATE these fucking shoes!!' 

You stopped and blinked at the sky repeatedly with a nauseated feeling…Everything that could go wrong was but most of all…You knew the inevitable. You didn't want to ever make that call but what choice did you have? Especially being forced to stay in this town with cops guarding you…What happens if Hollywood repeats itself? Then what? Without them; you were a sitting duck.

You looked back down to the bustling sidewalk. Avoiding the news cameras everywhere as you saw Rebecca talking excitedly on the phone. You ignored her. She was one of the last people you wanted to talk to right now.

You saw Randy's car with him leaning against it. Arms folded, lost in thought with his sweater off and just the button down shirt on. You walked over to him and he still didn't seem to notice you.

"Ray?" 

He blinked and looked up at you. 

You held yourself close as you came towards him. " Are you done here?" 

"Y-yeah. Yeah, just waiting for you. Figured you would need a ride." 

"Oh thanks. I'd appreciate it." You rolled your lips looking behind yourself to see a pair of cops watching you intently. You rolled your eyes and told Randy. "Just an FYI; I'm being monitored as both a suspect and witness and potential victim. Dewey wasn't clear; just that I'm to have police surveillance 24/7 wherever I go." 

Randy nodded. "I figured. He told me I'm a material witness and suspect because I was just so lucky to have this happen in from of my store…Anyone else getting monitored?" 

"Nope." 

"Oh, well that's perfect. Not like my family doesn't need protection or Jenny's family for that matter." He sarcastically gave.

"I told him your family needed it and Gale and even Jenny and her family and now these girls that got calls; but who knows…Which…I'm sorry about Jenny." 

Randy nodded solemnly. "It's a shame. Kid had her whole life ahead of her…So, do you need to tell Starsky and Hutch you're leaving with me or-" 

You shrugged. "I don't think so? Screw it. They'll follow wherever I go, I guess." He nodded and opened the door for you. "Oh my God, Karla did it. She finally turned you into a gentleman that opens doors for people." 

He gave a smirk but didn't outwardly joke like he normally did. Your smile faded slightly as you hopped in and he shut the door before walking to his driver's side. You huffed as both officers watching you quickly got in their car as well.

He buckled up and you pointed. "I bet they'll start following us." 

"One way to find out…" He muttered as he started up his car and pulled away from the curb. You both released a 'oh!' noise as the cop car followed you.

Randy looked in his rear view mirror. "Uuhh…I really hope I remembered to put on my sticker for this year or that my tail light isn't busted or something."

"You'll find out." You gave with a subtle smirk. 

"So…Am I driving you to the airport tonight because I can if you want me too but I really don't think you should stay at your house alone. Please tell me Dewey got you a safe place to stay at least-"

"Um, about that." You leaned back in your seat with a frown. "Dewey…Is forcing me to stay." 

"Like...At his house with law enforcement?"

"No he just said I have to stay. He told me I'm not allowed to leave Woodsboro and if I do I'll probably be arrested." You told him and his expression fell.

"WHAT?" Randy exclaimed. "Are the buttons on his shirt too tight or what?! What the fuck is he talking about; you don't need to be stuck in the place where the killer wants you to be stuck at! Jesus H Christ this is horror movie 101!! Didn't you tell him that?! Didn't you remind him that if you stay here you'll die and God knows who else?!" 

He yelled in the car as you grimaced, protecting your ears. "Randy, noise control! And you don't think I didn't tell him that? He won't listen! He just has the same 'I'm the law and you'll do as I say' attitude every other cop I've ever talked to had about this situation. At least Mark-" You hesitated as Randy spared you a sideways glance. "...At least Detective Kincaid tried to listen to me and he barely knew me. Dewey has known me since I was 18 and he refused to see that I shouldn't be here. He has it handled, basically." 

Randy gave a sarcastic laugh. " Oh, that's rich. The guy couldn't even protect you from protestors today! He got shocked last time we had a fight with a killer in a mask all because he stuck tweezers in a fucking light socket but that's it!! As much as it pains me to admit I wasn't the badass saving the day; you had most of the boss energy in that fight. You could've died and we all probably would have died without you. Even at Windsor and Woodsboro he was out of commission for most of it! I may have been put out too but I'm not slinging my gun and badge around acting like I have this under control." 

"He didn't say that exactly, he just-" 

"Hinted? Guy gets a badge bigger than his head and doesn't know how to act. He's changed…If he's gonna start acting like a stereotypical, donut munching fed from a horror movie then he's no help to us now." 

You faltered at that. "Now, wait a minute. Randy, let's just chill out a moment-" 

"I CAN'T CHILL OUT!" He yelled out as you flinched. "I have kids, YN! I have a wife I love! I didn't have this 10 years ago but now I do and if something happens to them all because Chief Wiggum doesn't want to upset his delicate lawful moral code then…" He cut off, wiping at his face with groan at a stop sign as you stared at him.

It was quiet a moment before you spoke up. "...Randy, I'm so sorry." 

He lost his stressed expression, giving you a sideways glance as he drove. "Sorry? What are you talking about?"

You shook your head. "Isn't it obvious? This is my fault. I should have never come here. I should have rejected Rebecca's idea and because I was a spineless money hungry idiot; we're stuck here and it's all on me. It's the fucking horror movie rules for keeping a stupid franchise going and I ignored them." 

"What? YN, shut up and be real right now-"

It was your turn to raise your voice. "I'm being real, Randy! You're telling me that this killer just coincidentally attacked 2 girls this year at this time just because? Fuck no! It's because they saw my face on your store, they saw the flyers, they knew I was making my way to Woodsboro and they killed Jenny and Marnie because of me-" 

"YN, shut up!" He snapped. You went to argue with him but he held up a hand. "I'm sorry but just stop it. Please stop. You did not put the knife in this asshole's hand, you did not kill those girls, you didn't want them killed, you didn't intend to put anyone in danger and you definitely are not at fault for walking into a damn town for god sakes! You constantly try to face this thing alone and blame yourself and there's no reason for it!...No matter what, this isn't your fault. Got it?" 

You didn't say anything at first.

"YN." 

"Okay…" He gave you a look with a raised brow. "Okay! I said okay…It's not my fault." 

His shoulders relaxed a bit as he drove. "Good. I don't feel like dealing with Edward Cullen SULKING over shit they can't change for however long you're here." 

"Yeah? As long as you don't do the same." You gave. "Randy…We're gonna worry. It's natural to worry about your kids; you're a Dad…But I'd like the old Randy to come out now. You know, the one that enthusiastically talked about suspects so we can narrow it down and protect ourselves and each other and now your family?" 

He sighed to recompose himself and nodded. "Okay…So I heard you mention girls getting a call. Who?" 

"Uh I forgot their names…Kirby and another one that I can't remember. She didn't talk much. Oh, one was Sidney's cousin." 

His face fell. "The Robert's girl? Jill got a phone call from the killer?" 

You nodded.

He drew out a heavy sigh with wide eyes. "Ooohhh nooo." 

"What? Other than yet another Prescott being targeted." 

"Shit....The Roberts live across the street from me." He mumbled, turning pale as a ghost at the thought. 

You gave a surprised look. "Oh…Well, I'm sure it means nothing especially since they called the other girl too!…Damn, I wish I could remember her name. Olivia something …Anyways, Dewey has a few protestors he wrangled at the scene and the only suspects so far are Me, Rebecca and You." 

"Wow." He gave with a huff.

"Hey, you can't blame him for that entirely. Remember-" 

"Everyone's a suspect." You both said in unison.

You added. "Even me. I get why he wants to monitor me but…Couldn't he have done it in a safehouse outside of town?" You muttered looking at the cops following closely behind the car in your mirror.

"If we're being honest here; the killer would probably just threaten me or Dewey and you'd come running back here anyways. Just like at Milton's." 

You softly groaned to yourself but nodded. Feeling guilty for earlier even if it was just a knee jerk reaction to being told you had to stay where the killer could easily get to you…You still weren't enthusiastic about the potential phone call you had to make.

You glanced at Randy and asked. "Where are we going anyways?" 

"My house. Duh." 

You hesitated. "No…Uh no, no, no. Ray, that's not a good idea!-" 

"No, it probably isn't a good idea having the final girl and or target at my home BUT I am not going to sleep well at night with you staying at the motel on the outskirts of town by yourself with cops probably sleeping on the job. Besides, the kids haven't seen you since Christmas and…You've got a gun. Right?" 

You sat in silence before you smiled at that as he smiled back. "Yes. I have my CCW I renew yearly and it's a pain dealing with airport security. But yes, I do." You gave him a knowing look. "So…What I'm hearing is I kick ass and you need me-" 

He held up a finger as he drove down a street. "Hey, hey, hey! I never said that! But…It would be nice to have extra eyes for guarding the kids. A man has to sleep, okay." 

"Gee, so I'm on nightwatch? I hope you know I'm raiding your movie collection and snacks." 

"Deal…But stay away from the movies in the very top shelf of my closet that have no labels-" 

"EW!" You exclaimed as he gave you a strange look. "God, Randy! Put that shit in a vault! If I see any home movies of you and Karla doing god knows what I will literally rip my eyeballs out of their sockets." 

He slowly started laughing. It ascended from a small chuckle to outright cackling laughter. He tried to stop laughing while driving, covering his mouth with the back of his hand for a moment as he slowed down and started to pull into a drive way "Haha! It's not that, perv-" He stopped laughing just enough to speak. "It's my VHS copies of Phantasm I bought at a yardsale years ago that someone taped! I can't find it anywhere and I'm too chicken to pirate it off the internet." 

You rolled your eyes as he continued chuckling to himself. "Doesn't everyone pirate things now, old man?" 

"Uh, after people were getting arrested and going to prison?? Don't you remember those commercials they warned people about in 2000? I'm not risking it." He gave as he parked the car in his driveway and unbuckled. He started laughing again as he got out. "God, that was priceless! I can't wait to tell Karla later." 

"Do not!" You exclaimed as he shut his door, still laughing to himself. You gave an annoyed groan while you unbuckled and stepped out right as the cop car pulled in down the street. You shut your door and decided to wave at them as only one waved back and the other one smacked his hand and told him something. You shrugged to yourself and followed Randy while adjusting your dress.

"Wow. So I finally get to see the Meeks' residence. It's nice!…Where does Sidney's cousin live?" 

Randy walked over and slung an arm over your shoulder to point it out. "Riigghht there." He whispered to you. "The Mom is such a nosey ass. Karla and her are constantly getting into it over the stupidest shit. She needs to keep her opinion on her side of the street." 

"Ah, the benefits of living in the middle of the woods with no neighbors." You whispered back. "So…Suspect list?" 

His arm relaxed to rest on your lower arm near your side. "Possibly. But I don't take her for Pamela Voorhees." 

His arm still on you while whispering, standing side by side as you heard a woman clear her throat behind you. You turned to see Karla, a glare sent your way. "Randy Meeks, I know damn well that ain't Martha so you have 3 seconds to get your hand off this- ....Oh…Oh shit, YN! I didn't even recognize you!" 

Randy gave you a mocking look while letting go. "Told you."

"Wow, do I really look THAT bad regularly or??-" You mumbled.

"No! Not at all, just...Different." Karla put a hand on her chest with bewildered chuckle. "That was this close to be on Oxygen as an episode of Snapped. God, I was about to tell my husband here if he had he lost his damn mind or what-" 

 He walked over to Karla to address her with a dumbfounded expression. "Woman, do you think I'm suicidal or stupid enough to cheat on you AND bring her here in broad daylight in front of our house?" 

Karla didn't answer as she rushed over to hug you. "Oh my God, YN! Look at you! I love the dress. And the shoes to match?" 

You hugged Karla with a smile before letting go. "Yeah well, they're killing my feet and I miss taking deep breaths." 

"Eh, who needs air when you can have a snatched waist?" Karla chuckled and pulled away. "I saw the ad for you at the book store." She then gave you a regretful look. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it. My job doesn't let me out till 4 and I'm out of time off. I JUST picked up the kids from school and pulled in." 

"Wow, past 4 already?" You stopped yourself from saying 'being questioned at a police station sure takes a while.' 

"So, how was the book signing? Did you like the store? Are you staying for dinner?" Karla asked with a smile.

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess so to uh most of that." You forced a tight downward smile and Randy cringed. Karla's face dropped as her eyes darted between you both. "...What?...WHAT?" She asked again to Randy as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"You haven't heard anything at your banking job?" You asked. 

"No?? Heard what? I work mainly with CD's in the backroom so gossip doesn't always travel my way every single day." 

Randy walked over and wrapped his arm around her. "Uh…Sweetheart, can we discuss it after dinner? And not in front of the kids?" She gave him a raised brow as he kissed her forehead. "Please just don't freak out. Remember; This is nothing compared to our past." 

"Why would I?...Wait, why are those cops watching us?...Oh God, what the hell happened-" 

She was interrupted by two kids' voices yelling and rushing out the door. "DAD!!" Was all you could hear as one tackled Randy's leg. The same leg you stabbed years ago as he released a loud 'Oof!' past his lips. He keeled over a bit, clutching Karla to steady himself as he looked down at the boy.

"Randy!" Karla demanded an answer and Randy harshly whispered 'After dinner!' before looking down at his son.

"Remember Dad's bad leg, Chad? Remember we talked about that like 2 days ago?" Randy forced out with a grimace of a smile. "I think the geek gene skipped a generation. You're definitely gonna be a linebacker when you get bigger- Ugh!" It fell on deaf ears as a girl jumped up to hug him around his neck. He barely caught her as Karla stepped back with a huff but a tiny smile.

"Daddy! Your home early! Did you miss me? Did you?!" Mindy excitedly asked as Randy laughed and bent down to hug her tightly. 

"Only every second!" He exclaimed as the boy hung onto him as well.

"And me, Dad? What about me?" 

Randy kissed Chad on the temple before ruffling their heads. "We've been over this; the love is equally measured and I can't wait to get home every single day to see you two rugrats." He gave with a grin and goofy voice.

"Randy, I just did Mindy's hair today. Quit ruffling it." Karla softly scolded even though she wore a smile the entire time.

They're faces fell as they saw you standing there. You instantly bent down, scared they'd knock you over as Randy was completely forgotten for you. 

"YN!!" They bolted for you, almost knocking you over into the grass as they hugged onto you asking a million questions a minute.

"One at a time, kids! I can't understand you when you talk so fast." You laughed out.

Randy gave an offended look. "Mindy! Chad! What about me?" 

"We saw you already! We see you everyday, Dad. We never see YN!" Mindy gave as Randy forced a dramatic pained look on his face and clutched his chest. 

Karla covered her mouth with a grin as Randy acted like he had been shot in the chest all over again. "What?! The betrayal! And by my own two kids!? Over her?!" He exclaimed. 

You gave a smug grin his way. "You're old news, Father. Auntie YN is the special guest here." The twins agreed in unison as Randy shook his head.

"Okay…I guess I have no choice but to leave. Just run away forever since I'm not wanted…" He gave the most ridiculous sniffling fake cry and covered his face.

You tried not to laugh as both the twins seemed to fall for it. Their faces falling as you nudged them. "Go make your Dad feel better so he doesn't cry about it." You mumbled as they almost went over to them. "Besides, I'll be here for a while I guess…" 

And just like that, Randy was forgotten. Fake dramatic crying and all. 

Chad exclaimed. "Woah, you're having a sleepover with us?!" Before both him and Mindy high fived each other. 

Randy threw up his arms in defeat at being ignored for you again. "Well fine! Be that way. I'm going to just watch Scooby Doo without you both then and eat ice cream for dessert!" 

They instantly focused back on Randy. "Daddy wait! What kind?!" Mindy demanded like it was life or death. 

Randy gave her a serious expression before shrugging "...Brownie Batter. I had it hidden and saved…Guess I'll eat the entire thing by myself." 

Mindy gasped. "W-Wait!-" She ran to him but Chad stayed behind to hold your hand as you walked and smiled down at him. His round eyes and sideways grin reminded you so much of Randy while Mindy had her Mom's eyes and smile but all of Randy's interest.

"Do you want to see a new pokemon card I got? It's shiny and a fire type." Chad had a tiny lisp every so often with his one front baby tooth missing.

"Of course!" You replied with a smile.

For a moment, you could forget everything. Forget a killer was after you or where you were or that you had to make that call later…

Then you saw the cops smiling to themselves at the display they just saw down the street in their patrol car and you were instantly teleported back to the present matter at hand. Letting the boy lead you to his house as Karla gave Randy a strange look whispering the question of why you were staying the night and what the hell was going on.

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Dinner was awkward with Karla urgently staring at Randy and you; wanting an answer when he didn't let her even put on the news. Saying it's better to hear it from them instead of the media. 

Halfway through dinner when the kids were just pushing their vegetables around their plates, Karla told Mindy and Chad. "Sweethearts, can you let Mommy and Daddy and YN talk in private?" 

They groaned at that, pushing away from the table. You smiled and told them. "How about you both bring me a list of what you want for your birthday? Go write it out for me." 

They perked up a bit at that as their tiny feet carried them to their rooms and once a door was shut; Karla folded her arms to lean back in her chair and stare at you both. "...Now, I want to know what is going on." 

Randy exchanged a look with you as Karla demanded. "Today, Randy. I need to know…YN?" 

He sighed and decided to just say it. "...There was a murder today. Marnie Cooper and…Jenny Randall." 

Karla's mouth hung open as she looked at you. You sadly nodded and added. "...They think it's related to Ghostface. You know, the costume every killer has worn since Billy Loomis and Stu Macher. Police found some bloody posters of me, a phone linked to the killings and a bloody knife in the trunk of my rental car." Karla stared at you, eyes wide as you gave her a regretful look. "I-I'm sorry, Karla."

Randy told you. "YN, I told you it's not your fault, damn it." 

"No, but this is starting again...My arrival was the first domino and I don't think it's too outrageous to say that." 

Karla eruptly pushed herself away from the table to walk to the window. Nervously chewing her nails as Randy watched her with a soft expression. "Baby?" He called out to her, getting up to comfort her. He went to touch her but she shrugged away, shaking her head.

"No…No, Randy! I can't!-"...She sucked in a breath, voice high as she tried to whisper. "I can't do this again! I swore when me and Julie got off that goddamn island that I would NEVER deal with some maniac again!" She turned an accusing glare his way. "You told me Woodsboro was safe! That our kids would be fine here!" 

Randy gave her a sad look. "Karla…We met at a survival meeting for victims of serial killers. You knew the risk came with the territory just like I did with you." 

She gave him a glare, eyes shining. "I went there to connect with other victims I didn't expect to fall in love with you! I don't regret that, okay, I don't but I thought I was connecting with a man that was over this just like I was; not someone that the killers are still after!" 

You hesitated before stepping in. "Karla." She looked at you. "This is me. This killer is after me like all the other times. I'm like your best friend Julie… If I could leave town and let this asshole kill me away from all of you; I would." 

Karla shook her head, tears in her eyes. "YN, don't say that. I would never wish that on you." 

"But." You continued. "Sheriff Riley won't let me leave. I don't think Randy can leave either since it was his shop I was at and where the rental car was parked at…" 

Randy added. "Yeah…Dewey didn't directly tell me not to leave but he did hint at it. I'm a witness and suspect." 

You gave Karla a serious look. "If you don't want me to stay here; I understand." 

Randy gave you an annoyed look. "You're not staying at some shitty motel." 

Karla hesitated, thinking. "Now, wait a minute…You didn't ask me if she could stay." 

"Karla!" Randy exclaimed.

"Damn it, Randy! We have kids and ourselves! YN doesn't…" She turned to you with a remorseful expression. "YN, I care about you. I've grown so attached to you and see you as a good family friend that I wish we talked and hung out more and I know this isn't your fault…But I can't have you bringing this shit here at my house." 

Randy interrupted. "They're after the Roberts girl too and the Morris girl…Was that her name? Olivia Morris" 

You nodded.

"Her and Jill Roberts are neighbors right across the street from us…" 

Karla's face fell. "What? God..." 

"Exactly. We live across the street from two potential victims so it's not going to matter whether YN is here or not…Karla, it's here and we just…We just gotta deal with it! But you can't ask me to send my best friend to go fiend for herself. I wouldn't ask you to do that to Julie, okay?" Randy argued, a stressed look on his face as Karla turned away. 

You frowned deeply as Randy came up to hug her from behind, whispering something to her as the doorbell rang. Their heads turned towards the door but you offered to get it.

You walked over, peering through the peephole with a surprised look before opening the door. Dewey stood there, hands clasped together in front of him as he asked. "YN…Can I come in?" 

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Dewey and you sat on the couch as Karla got Mindy and Chad settled in for the night and Randy did the dishes. 

Dewey sat there, only a small lamp highlighting both of your faces as he spoke. "YN, I'm sorry…I know I'm coming off as a jerk. I don't want to make you feel like I'm some big headed macho cop throwing his weight around. Probably a little too heavy of weight with all these pastries Deputy Hicks keeps making." He joked with a half smile that faded as he swallowed. "…I know what you've been through with police and these killers. I don't want you thinking of me that way." He hung his head, elbows on his knees as you sat across from him.

You gave him a once over before nodding to yourself. "It's okay. I just wish you would give me more credit…You know, like the Dewey I always knew that constantly stuck up for me and told me how capable I am. Not the one I talk to every few months if I'm lucky and thinks I can't handle myself enough that he has to have me on lockdown." 

He looked up at you in surprise. "Did I give you that impression? That's not true! I know how capable you are! In fact, I know how brave and strong and fearless you can be…Maybe that's why I'm doing this? I don't want you to go through this feeling like you have to protect yourself when I'm here and can protect you. My entire police force can. Things are different, YN. " He breathed deeply through his nose, leaning back. "YN, I'm the Sheriff now. I can't…I can't bend the rules like I could in the past. People in Woodsboro need me. I have to go by the books now." 

"I know... I'm sorry if I gave you a hard time earlier, Dewey. Fear took over and I haven't seen you face to face in so long…It was just a shock seeing Sheriff Riley talk to me like a regular civilian instead of Dewey." 

He gave you a soft smile. " Dewey's always here even if he has to put on a brave act as Sheriff Riley…Maybe it was a shock for me to see YN the famous author with her fancy clothes and new hair and nice rental car in town instead of the YN I always knew." 

You smiled while looking at the carpet for a second. "Oh, I haven't changed that much. You all act like I'm a totally different person…Well, I suppose I am considering who I was at my cabin all these years." You looked up at him again. "How are you, Dewey? How's Gale?" 

He was quiet for a moment, fiddling with his hat in his hands. "Well…I'm alright. But Gale, it's been hard on her. Small town. Small town husband. Not much to write about." 

You glanced away before looking back at him and softly asking. "You two okay?" 

Dewey blinked a few times before staring at you. "Well, I read somewhere once 'Just when you think things can't get any worse-" A smile stretched across his face. "Sometimes they don't. Sometimes, they get better…Out of Darkness by YN page 220." 

You felt your chest warm as a wobbly smile crossed your face. You looked away a moment before looking back up at him smiling back at you and nodding. 

You stared at him in amazement. "You actually read my book enough to know page numbers?" 

"Yeah. Yeah it got me through some hard times…Besides, if you wrote it; I have to read it. I'm proud of you, YN. I know you don't need me to tell you this but I am…I'm proud of you." 

You smiled at him before your smile faded slightly. The fact that book was a forced thing from you…The secret…The lying…You couldn't help feeling your smile fade as his faded as well. The guilt twisting your stomach.

He seemed to have something on his mind as well as he asked. "Y-YN?...Is there…It's none of my business normally but is there anyone I should know about? Any suspects to add to the list?...Even...A man or two in your life?" 

You reeled back, staring at him. "Uh no…No, definitely not!...Why?" 

"Just…Nevermind. It's not important." He gave quickly. "I've gotta get going." He stood up, holding his hat in his hands as you followed him to the door. 

He turned to you as you told him. "It's nice to see you, Dewey. I missed you…We've been through a lot together, haven't we?" 

He smiled and nudged you lightly. "And we'll get through this too." 

"Hey, turn on the lights! And sirens!" Mindy yelled as she came running into the room in her pjs. Chad following behind with an oversized pikachu onsie. The hoodie with ears flooping when he ran. He chimed in. "Yeah! It'll be cool!" 

Dewey gave them a smile and rubbed his neck. "Sorry, kids. That's only for emergencies." 

"Aww." They groaned, flooping onto a bean bag chair on the floor and an arm chair.

You chuckled as you turned back to Dewey. "Bye Dewey. After this is all over and you have some free time; maybe we can go away for a weekend? Just me, you, Randy, Gale and Karla if she wants to." 

He smiled warmly at you with a toothh grin. "I'd like that…Bye Karla! Bye Randy!" 

Karla yelled from the back room and Randy mumbled the most monotoned 'bye'. Still upset over Dewey's choices as Sheriff to force you and him to stay at this town.

You gave Dewey a tight smile. "He'll get over it once the….You know who is caught." You eyed the kids trying to put their Scooby Doo live action movie in the dvd player.

Dewey nodded. "Bye Mindy. Bye Chad." 

"Bye Sheriff Dewey!" 

You chuckled at them as he waved and you went to shut the door before he stopped. "Oh, one more thing. I have your suitcase in the back of my cruiser. I'll go get it for you." 

You sighed in relief. "Oh, thank you! I can't wait to change out of these clothes." He handed you keys and you gave him a strange look. "Uh…What are these?" 

"Well, I know I really left you in a bind so I thought you could drive my personal jeep until you can leave again. Just for around town, of course. I had a Deputy pick it up for me." 

You grinned ear to ear and hugged him as he hugged you back tightly. A proper one this time. He mumbled to you. "I really am sorry about all this." 

"It's alright. I understand. Thank you, Dewey…Tell Gale I still want to have coffee whenever she's free."

He pulled away and put on his hat. You watched him bring your suitcase inside and then leave, his jeep in front of the house behind his cruiser. The police officers down a ways away just enough to watch but not be right in front of the house. You sighed to yourself before shutting the door and locking it.

"That thing is BUGGED. Probably a spycam in the seat." Randy commented with a few bowls of ice cream balancing in his arms.

You gave him a blank stare. "Yeah right. Dewey isn't tech savy enough. Besides, he can spy all he wants. I have nothing to hide." 

"Hey, I'm just saying. I hope you don't have any special friend you want to show the backseat too. You'll traumatize our big brother." He replied, sitting on the love seat and putting a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth as he gave you a shrug. 

Mindy and Chad took there's from the table as Chad asked. "Why would they want to see the back seat?" 

"To see how roomy it is for traveling. A-And storing stuff in it."

You gave him an annoyed look. "Nice save, dork...I don't think I'm making 'special friends' at a time like this, Ray." 

"I'm just saying!" He exclaimed with his mouth full and a dramatic expression.

"Speaking of special friends; where's Karla?" 

Randy clanked the spoon in the bowl with a sigh. "Not…Cuddling up and watching tv that's for sure...She didn't even find the VHS tape thing from earlier funny." 

"Is she mad at you over me staying?" 

"No, she's mad at the situation. She hasn't had to deal with this sort of thing as much as we have. You saw how I reacted earlier so imagine her." 

"I know…Should I talk to her?" 

"Not right now, YN. She's practical. She'll understand, she just needs time…For now, I can't say both kids won't be sleeping in bed with me and her with this situation. " 

"Agreed and I'm not sleeping much myself with this going on…Anyways, on a lighter note, what are we watching?" You asked sipping your drink.

"Scooby Doo. The kids love it. Me? I can't stand the Dennis guy that plays Shaggy." 

You choked on the liquid in your cup, gagging at the name. "W-W-What?!" You stammered.

Randy gave you a strange smile. "Geez, you alright? You're supposed to breath after drinking." 

"What name did you just say?!" 

"Dennis? Dennis Rafkin? He's just some one hit wonder...Oh, right! He auditioned for Stu years ago on Stab during…Well, you know." He picked up the DVD and looked at the cover, flicking Shaggy's face. "Yep. That'll do it. That's why I don't like him. He looks like he got hit in the face with a shovel aka too much like Stu Macher for my comfort." 

Your mouth hung open so wide you thought your lower jaw would fall off. You jerked the DVD from Randy. Blood running cold at Stu on the cover as Dennis Rafkin playing Shaggy…

Randy gave you a strange look. "…Did you meet him on set or something?" 

You had to quickly force yourself to recover. "Y-Yeah. Yeah I did." You swallowed hard as Mindy interrupted you. 

"Shh! It's starting!" 

Randy sighed with a playful eye roll. Whispering to you. "She has to reenact her favorite characters word for word…No idea where she got that from. " He winked at you as you forced a smile even though you wanted to crawl into a hole.

You watched with wide eyes, a dry mouth no matter how much you drank…And butterflies you blamed on nerves as you saw Stu pretending to be Shaggy on a popular movie that was made a year after Roman and Neil were Ghostface…If Billy was still alive and well wherever he was; you wondered how much his head would explode if he was in the room right now

[mrsaltieri-real]

His Perfect Victim (Mickey Altieri x OC!Dahlia Levine)

Chapter One: One Door Closes

Okay SO!!! I have been working on making this a series for such a long time and after a lot of trial and error it’s FINALLY in the works and the first chapter is DONE. It’s a lot shorter than the ones to come but it’s a good starting point I think!

Depending on how long you’ve been here you may no I did a one-shot for this fic a long ass time ago called Darling Dahlia. Well, I’ve changed the name but this is it! The first chapter! I wanna give a huge massive thank you to @bisexual-horror-fan for not only editing and beta reading the first chapter but for giving me the motivation to finally bring Dahlia to life after so many months of me getting so annoyed and frustrated at my lack of progress. THANK YOU DUDE!

Word count: Almost 1.5k

Warnings: The whole fic will be rated explicit, language, teasing, trauma, mentions of the Woodsbro murders, death (yes already but don’t worry!) Mickey being a complete ass, Dahlia being an ass right back to him

Dahlia’s face claim is below!

Here we go! Chapter One!

You know them times where it seems like absolutely everything goes wrong all at once? You fail a test, forget to defrost the fucking chicken or your cousin decides to go on a murder spree all within the same day?

All three of these things happened to me. It’s easy to guess which hit hardest.

I can still see Stu’s hesitant eyes looking down at me as his accomplice and best friend Billy brought his blade down to my stomach, plunging it deep inside of me. I didn’t cry, I didn’t scream. I accepted the pain, I welcomed the darkness and just waited for it to be over. I see both of their faces every time I close my eyes, in every single dream I’ve had. Billy’s expression of pure undiluted concentration and Stu’s sad and torn blue eyes dragging themselves away from me as the knife imbedded into my torso.

The only things I know that happened after are what Sidney and Randy told me. Sid had managed to single-handedly kill them both, putting an end to the series of grisly murders they had committed and calling the police. I remember waking up in the hospital, parents sobbing at my bedside, telling me that I had in fact been legally dead for three minutes. I remember Stu’s parents visiting and my mom screaming at her brother to “Get the fuck out!”.

I remember Sid and Randy telling me that Billy and Stu had killed Tatum.

But despite all of it, I felt nothing. It was like after Billy stabbed me and I’d died, the part of me actually being able to feel things went along with it. In a way it was good. It meant the betrayal of my own flesh and blood didn’t hurt me as much as it hurt the rest of my family, my parents completely cut themselves off from my aunt and uncle after everything, not wanting to associate themselves with the Macher name. It was obvious this was for the sake of appearances and of course, their image. We were a well off family, not because my parents worked hard but because Stu and I’s grandparents were ridiculously wealthy and left just about everything to our respective parents.

But none of that mattered when I stepped foot in Windsor College. When I met him.

Everything changed in an instant. Leaving Woodsbro behind with two of my best friends and finally finding someone I could bear my soul too I was a whole new person. I got feeling back, I could feel again. It was the perfect time for all of us to reinvent ourselves and be happy again, new life, new friends, new boyfriends.

It was like the moment I laid eyes on Mickey something inside of me snapped back into place and began to heal me. It took a long time, a painfully long time for me to want to accept the fact that I wanted him. Part of me wishes I’d given into it sooner, soaked up every last part of the version of him I’d known at the time to be true whilst the more rational side wishes I’d never stepped foot onto this campus, never let him touch me, never let him know me. Everything about him was just magnetic and looking back at it now, that should have been the first of many red flags. No one can be that charismatic, that charming and not be hiding something dark and sinister, there is just no way.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you about the first time I met Mickey Altieri.

“I think this will be good for you, you know? Make some new friends, start to move on.” Sid had her fingers wrapped around my wrist, tugging me gently over to her small circle of friends all sat crowded in the college square.

“I don’t need to make new friends. I’m fine by myself.” Of course I appreciated her concern for me, but I was getting really tired of being told what I needed to do. If I wanted to be alone, why couldn’t I be alone?

“Dahlia,” Sid abruptly stopped walking, turning to face me with those goddamned brown eyes looking down at me imploringly, “it’s been months. We all need to at least try and move on, you know?”

“I know, Sid.” I sighed a little, eyes nervously flickering up to the three people sitting perched on the bench, Randy luckily amongst them. I smiled a little as I saw him eagerly wave at Sidney and I, beckoning us over. “Just…” I struggled to hold her gaze, voice dropping to be a bit quieter, as if lowering the volume would make the admission and subsequent minor vulnerability easier to push out, “It’s hard.”

Sid’s expression turned sympathetic, her hand moving to grasp mine. Sidney has good hands, strong, grounding, firm yet soft, just like her. She speaks again, “I know, Dahlia. But I really think this could help. They’re all great, very understanding and they won’t push you to talk about…Well, what happened.”

“God, fine.” I mumbled and she nodded, looking just slightly smug as she gently tugged me closer to the group.

A chorus of “Hey, Sid” was uttered before Sid introduced me. “Dahlia, this is Derek, Hallie and Mickey. Guys, this is Dahlia.”

I couldn’t help but smile a little awkwardly as my eyes scanned the tight knit group. Randy was looking at me encouragingly and Sidney squeezed my hand a little.

I said nothing.

I still felt nothing.

Great.

Even then, I subconsciously noticed that Mickey was staring at me a little too hard. He was sitting with his back leaning against the wall with his foot propped up on the bench, toying with a video camera in his hand as he gave me a quick and not at all subtle once over. Despite the zombie-like trance I’d been in for the last few months, it made the blood rush to my cheeks and lightly stain them.

I mean, I wasn’t stupid. He was ridiculously good looking. His dark hair stuck up a little, he was toned and the thin fabric of his sweater clung to his body in a way that made it almost painful to look away and his brown eyes were just so…Full.

Full of mirth and life and so much I don’t think I could actually list it all. When was the last time I felt that full? Had I ever, even before that night? In his eyes I could see the excitement and wonder in them from where I stood and it was oddly enticing, I focused on that as opposed to my usual depressing internal monologue.

He managed to ruin my little initial fascination with him in about three seconds.

“Oh! You’re the chick who died, right, I- ow!” I watched as the girl, Hallie, darted out her hand and smacked Mickey upside of the head, “Jesus, what?”

“You can’t just say something like that to someone, God you’re an ass.” The mild disgust on her face twists to an apologetic smile as she continued on, “ I apologise for Mickey, he has zero fucking tact.” Hallie’s expression turned warmer as she was moving up the bench to make room. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mickey roll his eyes a little before he settled his gaze back onto me.

“No, no it’s fine. Yeah, I am. Glad that’s so interesting to you Michael.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me, an amused smile cracking on his face. “Mickey.” He corrected me, sounding amused as he did so.

I held back a scoff as I told him, “Yeah, sure. Whatever.”

That was the first time I ever spoke directly to him. I can’t help but imagine how things would be now if I never bothered, never got so captivated with the way he’d look at me all through the rest of the day and every single day after.

It was never creepy, far from it. Instead it was almost as though he knew something I knew, like he knew me already.

Little did I know he did know me. He knew every single thing about me.

Chapter Two HERE

[taikk0]

i dont think anon was referring to sps simple style, sp is a pretty controversial show. from what i've seen, it seems pretty bigoted? i could be wrong. sorry if this ask is rude, i don't mean to be rude, but yeah i think that's what anon meant

Oh no, not rude at all!! Sorry you have to apologize my response to that anon was a lot more srs than I intended I just wanted to get my point across, I'm all for open discussions :] to answer the bigoted question, I wouldn't entirely say no. but I can say that South Park was not made to make fun of minorities and spread harmful messages. The show presents bigoted behavior from the antagonists who are too stupid to realize they're wrong, it's up to you as the audience to realize that what they are the antagonists and that their actions should not be justified and supported. And even then, there are characters who outwardly speak out and work to fight against said bigots in the episodes they're in. However, the show also relies on shock humor. And this is a criticism on the fans part, but they really gotta stop saying "why are you surprised? It's South Park" as if being surprised over something gross or offensive wasn't the point in the first place. The ridiculous shit in the show isn't supposed to be normalized!! It's supposed to be absolutely ridiculous to the audience and catch them off guard!! You're not supposed to get used to it!! You're not supposed to like it, but you're not supposed to read too deep in it either, breaking down why it's wrong and why you found it shocking and why this is SUPER PROBLEMATIC!! Isn't the point. You just gotta acknowledge that "oh that's fucked up I cant believe they did that, that is so wrong" and just sit in shock for a bit and move on. Like, you can't tear the show apart for one joke when its purpose was for you to realize it's supposed to be ridiculous and wrong at the same time, and the show itself being aware of that fact. A lot of the offensive material circulating around on why South Park is bad lacks context. Cartman and Butters dressing up as chinese stereotypes? They are at a normal Chinese restaurant, harassing a Chinese family because they're idiots who believe that china will overthrow the world, they are asked to leave. Ike in a relationship with his teacher? Ike is a victim of a grooming that is not taken seriously by the police because the predator was a woman, portraying how male victims situations are overlooked in real life, the teacher dies in the end. Randy saying the N-word on live television? He is ridiculed and seen as a total asshole, he gets called "N-word guy" by the people around him and retaliates by making it illegal to call him that name, a satirical role reversal portraying the hypocrisy and sensitivity of white people (oppressors) where they make the "slur" against them illegal but not the slurs against the people they have oppressed for years.

But even after all this, I can see that there are other examples that I can't, and I am not willing to justify. At the end of the day, we all have to acknowledge that South Park was made by two cishet white men. (this was why I said I can't entirely say no) Their opinions will not always be right, and I'm sick of fans trying to justify some of their episodes and jokes just because they like South Park, South Park is not one of those shows you want to ride or die on. I personally have a few jokes and episodes I dislike and will absolutely never watch again, but that is not my main focus. Discrimination is not my draw, and I don't think that's the show's either. Now we're going out to discussion territory and more of personal opinion. I personally enjoy South Park because I feel very drawn to the characters and I find their character driven adventures and antics to be really entertaining. I don't care much for the social commentary. Not that I completely ignore it, it's just something I acknowledge is important in some episode's narratives, but not something I pay too close attention to.

I don't think I watch South Park for the intended reasons, and I don't think most of the fans over here on Tumblr do either. I can admit that I enjoy a version of South Park that isn't technically South Park entirely. I enjoy South Park for what it isn't, and that is a situational comedy with four little guys getting into all sorts of trouble <3

And the funny thing about this whole post is that I used to be a South Park hater.

I thought it was just a bigoted show where the only jokes it had were slurs and children saying fuck, right before I actually gave it a chance and was surprised to find out that it was more than I thought it was, and that I actually somehow enjoyed it.

It's kinda crazy to me that I'm technically defending SOUTH PARK of all things right now.

But uh yeah, I like South Park, it wasn't as bad as I thought it was, and I ended up hyperfixating on it. I'm not here to change anyone's mind and make them watch South Park because "it's ACTUALLY spotless and politically correct all the time, you're just sensitive ☝🤓" People are right to label South Park as controversial, and people are right to be offended by it when it's making fun of something it doesn't understand or without the proper nuance, and people are allowed to discuss and criticize the show for it. With all that said, The show is not emblematic of its own fans, and some of its own fans need to stop looking up to it like it's the bible.

Matt and Trey can be wrong, and even fans like me who enjoy it aren't too dumb and ignorant to recognize and rightfully not be in support of certain aspects of it when a line is being crossed.

This whole thing was supposed to end right after I attached the photo of the characters, but then I just decided to write more and so I puked this extra fluff out, sorry about that lol