#she definitely has an attitude

[justvibewithjas]

What's your favorite scary movie?                                                             

 Ghostface x Female!reader

Y'all be prepared for some interesting stuff

Ghostie boy is wearing a black suit in this one. Why? Because it's hot.

Y/n pov:

I put my keys on the counter and shrugged off my bag. I'd had a stressful day at the hospital. Some wacko keeps murdering kids here and I tried unsuccessfully to save the most recent victim. The damn killers just keep popping up like weeds. There's this one girl I treated a couple years ago, she was a survivor of the killers. I couldn't imagine being her age and beating a Ghostface. She lost so many of her friends because of the situation.

I grab a bottle of vodka from the freezer and head to my room down the hall. I take a swig before I undress and change into some lingerie. Looking into the mirror I understand why my boyfriend Dylan bought it. It makes my boobs look much bigger than they are. I take a few pictures and then I walk away from my mirror and grab my robe to put it on.I then leave my phone on my dresser.

I pick up the bottle of vodka and stare at my phone as I wait for Dylans call. I miss him so badly but he'll be home in a week. Stupid him for being in a band and stupid band for being suddenly popular. Plus it didn't help me being constantly horny all the time.

ring ring ring

I jump up from my bed, open robe flowing behind me. I snatch my phone from my dresser. Huh? It's an unknown number. I walk back to my bed with the phone and lay down before answering because it's the time he said he'd call anyway. 

"No need to call me with an unknown number, mon trésor" I say. "I'm so excited for our call I even put on the underwear you sent me. You did a good job picking it out."

"I did" I hear him say. God his voice sounds a mess from singing it's much deeper than normal.

"Mhm yes you did. Hey I just want you to know I'm so wet for you right now," I say and I hear his breath hitch. God I just love his reactions to the things I say.

"Really," He asks.

"Yes I am. I wish you could see but maybe hearing me moan will work for now," I say. I move my left hand into my underwear and begin to rub small circles on my clit. I let out a low groan and I hear him suck in a breath. I slip my middle and ring finger inside my pussy and I start pumping in and out. Oh fuck. I haven't masturbated in a long time I forgot how good it could feel. My back arches when my fingers hit a certain spot.

"I'm fucking myself so good my back is arching. I wish you were the one doing it pretty boy," I say. 

"I know I can see you through your window pretty girl" He responds. I sit straight up. 

"What," I breath out. I lean over and look out the window thats next to my bed. There's no way he's here. Last time I checked he was in Boston. I would've known if he bought a plane ticket since we share a bank account.

"You know I think red is a very suiting color for you," He says and that's when I hear it. It's not Dylan.

"Who the fuck are you and how did you get my number you prick," I yell into my phone.

"I think you know bunny," He says. That was Dylan's nickname for me. How in the fuck? Screw this I hang up and toss my phone across my room. I reach over and make sure my window is locked. It is.

Oh shit.

I never set my alarm system back up after coming back in the house. I get up and run to the front of the house. I find the pad and put my pass code in. I hear a thud and look to my left. Oh my fucking god. It's him, it's Ghostface. I back up from the door and walk backwards to my room. When I get inside I slam and lock my door. I run to my window and shut my curtains. If he gets in I can fight him, I can do this. Shit I need to call the police. Where's my phone? I look around and finally find it on the ground by my closet. As I pick it up I feel nervous that it might be cracked. I turn it over in my hand. Oh god it completely shattered when I tossed it.

Shit shit shit shit.

Oh god what am I gonna do? I can't leave. I don't know where he is. I take a breath in and try calm down. I walk to my side table and open my drawer my knives are still there. I grab one and I hear a shattering noise. He's coming. I put another knife under my pillow just in case. I get down and peer through the crack at the bottom of my door. I see black boots coming this way. Shit.

I crawl over to my window and open it, then I crawl to my closet and get inside. I silently close the door and hide in the back of my closet. 

Boom

I flinch as I hear him kick the door down. I hear heavy footsteps come in and stop. I hold my breathe. Please work please work please work. The closet door flings open and he grabs me by the throat. I'm picked up and thrown across the room to the foot of my bed. 

I wince as I sit up. He's standing over me and he's got a knife to my throat.

"Oh a knife? Are you flirting with me?" I ask.

"Are you really making a joke right now," He asks in return.

"Yes I'm nervous," I respond.

"I will make a wind chime out of all your bones and hang it next to your grave," He growls. I start to slowly pull out my knife.

"By the way love your pants but they look a little holey," I say.

"What," He says and then I jab him and slice up his thigh. He stumbles backwards and hits the ground on his knees.

"Oops that's gonna leave a scar," I say and take off running. My heart is hammering in my chest. I make it to the front door and right as I'm about to open it my head is slammed into the door. I fall on my back and groan. I flip over and try to crawl to the door but he grabs me by my hair and starts dragging me back into my room. He picks me up and throws me onto my bed.

"Stay there god damn it! Where are you medical supplies," He says crossing his arms.

"I'm not telling you," I say mocking his pose.

"Fine I'll just kill you then. I was gonna be nice and at least not get blood everywhere but fuck it," He says and pulls his own knife back out.

"Wait wait wait," I yell.

"Whaatt," He groans.

"How about we make a deal? I fix you up and I don't know maybe give you some head, and you don't slit my throat or whatever fun gruesome stuff you have planned," I say holding up my hands in surrender .

"You want to blow me," He asks.

"Dude I'll do whatever you want as long as you don't kill me," I respond.

"Sure I guess. I have actually been horny since your little phone sex session," He says.

"Okay good. Cool. I'm gonna get up and grab medical supplies. I'm not gonna run. I'm slow as hell you'll just catch me again," I say and slide off my bed.

I walk to my bathroom and he's right behind me. I reach up into the cabinet and grab the first aid kit. I turn to him.

"Your gonna have to pull your pants down or I can cut the pant leg off," I say looking at him. He chuckles before speaking.

"Trying to get my pants down already huh," 

"I will dig my fingers in to your stab wound. Do not try me," I say glaring at him.

"Oh I like you," He says leaning forward till my face and his mask are inches apart. His fingers reach out and gather the fabric of my robe. As if he's just noticing it.

"Still need your pants off sir," I say again. He pulls back away from me and takes the belt he has on off. With one hand. Okay Mr. Freak. He tosses it to the side. Then he kicks off his boots and then slides his slacks off. "Lean back against the sink for me," I ask. 

He does it and I kneel down in front of him. I grab some wipes from the kit and begin to wipe off the blood. I hear him wince as the alcohol hits the stab wound. Once I remove all the blood I can actually see the wound and it's not that bad, I didn't hit anything important. I grab my needle driver, tissue forceps, scissors, needle, and thread.

"You should grab that belt and bite down on it, so you don't scream," I say as I use the tissue forceps to gather the skin around the wound so I could stitch him up.

"I'll be fine," He says.

"Okay whatever you say mocho man," I say as I get some thread into the needle. I line up the needle and push the needle through the skin at a 90-degree angle about a centimeter to the right of the wound. He winces slightly but doesn't really react other than that. When I've gone deep enough,I twist my hand clockwise so that the needle starts coming up on the other side of the wound. I need  the needle to come out straight across from the first needle hole. When the needle comes out on the other side of the wound, I unlock the needle driver, reattach it near the tip of the needle, and pull until I have about 1-2 inches of thread left on the right side of the wound. I release the needle and use my left hand to hold the thread on the left side of the needle and wrap twice around the tip of the needle holder. I slightly open the needle holder and grab that 1-2″ of thread on the right side of the wound. Using my left hand, I pull the long part of the thread. The part of the thread wrapped around the needle holder slides off. I've created a simple overhand knot with two loops. 

This is what doctors call a "first throw." I tighten things so that the tissue is just touching and make sure the knot is lying flat. Time for the "second throw." Using my left hand, I hold the long end of the thread and wrap it around the needle driver clockwise. Slightly opening the needle driver, I grab the short end of the thread. I then use my left hand, to pull the long part of the thread. You'll finish off your surgeon's knot with another overhand knot. Repeating a "throw"one more time to really create a secure knot. Instead of wrapping the thread clockwise around the needle driver, I wrap it counter-clockwise. This will prevent the knot from slipping. I cut the excess thread. I repeat the process six more times leaving about a quarter of an inch in between each suture.

I set everything down and look up at him. He's white knuckling the sink but he really didn't make much noise at all beside the initial wince. Should've made it hurt more.

"Surprisingly nicely done," He says looking down at his leg.

"It better be I didn't suffer through med school to be a surgeon for nothing," I retort.

[langernameohnebedeutung]

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[bitchthefuck1]

you know what, I actually will talk about this because it's bothering me. The issue with focussing so heavily on syd and carmy's potential for a romantic relationship isn't that there's something inherently unintellectual about romance or whatever, it's that a lot of people seem incapable of doing that without immediately flattening the story and ignoring or intentionally misreading any and all nuance for the sake of that romance. Every scene suddenly becomes about how it impacts their relationship, every analysis is done through a romantic lens, every frame or line of dialogue becomes about finding some easter egg or hint that "proves" these people should start dating. Their dynamic is absolutely a fundamental part of this show, but if you can only see it as a will-they-won't-they, you miss so much of what the story is actually trying to say with these two.

There are good versions of this story where their relationship is romantic and there are good versions of this story where it isn't, but as soon as you decide them being together is "the point," you lose the ability to actually judge the story for what it is, not what you want it to be.

[unfortunatesassycannibals]

watching the baghera & jaiden convo from baghera's pov was so satisfying, like watching someone pick all the correct dialogue options to unlock the Secret Information

[whippetcrimes]

Look at this little cheater in the best of breed run. I saw her little hunched back when she passed me and thought she was going to quit, but nope. Just thinking about cutting across the field from the very beginning. She's too much

[aiura-stan]

I have so many thoughts about saiteru but they like all cancel each other out

does saiteru is canon? the answer is more complicated than you think!

…in all seriousness id love to see a really long thought out essay on the topic of Teruhashi & Saiki’s relationship and how it changes over the course of the series. And whether or not the romantic coding was intentional, or if it was an extension of the romance trope gag. Also, how they are supposed to foil each other, but also how many similarities they share in circumstance and how goshdarn differently they tend to handle said circumstances (of always being the object of attention regardless of whether or not they want it) and how similar their internal attitudes are towards interacting with people, and how this this tends to affect their actions towards others.

[cream-and-tea]

the fact is that pallas is sososo scared of agnes wanting them to be good and agnes wanting them to be better that they get completely blindsided by the reality of the situation (<- agnes wanting them to do self care)

[life-of-kalos]

ALSO have a younger non pokemon Faun

[pipskippy]

rly wish they brought the endearingly odd parts of the original revue starlight play to the anime/movies…for example like hikari’s unnerving fake smile/demeanor and junna’s hysterical laugh out of nowhere and futaba’s more aggressive attitude. also i miss maya’s white gloves. and unrelated but yeah nana should be taller she should be like 6 foot at least

[clawsextended]

@breakthcnight asked: zoya nips her throat, sharply.

cat’s teeth bare in a display that speaks far more of a mongrel than a feline. it’s a snarl caught in half a warning snap in turn, and yet her body angles still into the other. tension is every inch the master of this domain, a game she plays, a strange seesaw that teeters and totters.

softly chocolate gaze flits over dangerously, porcelain presented as if to invite and challenge all in the same breath.

“do that again, i’ll fucking bite you.”

ever and always a promise.

[anthromimicry]

alright, but an important thing to note here... although misao might very much seem to be just this hedonistic, as well as utterly selfish but seemingly smart person, she is also a girl's girl. so i think that is kind of funky fresh of her when you look past all of the atrocities she has committed? and is still?? committing??? idk, i'm just trying to get in the groove of posting on here, so feel free to ignore this y'all 💀 i just imagine her being the kind of person that will say ' slay ' to another woman she sees while walking to work because she absolutely LOVED their outfit but then turn around and plot a patient's or pretty much anyone's downfall because they dared to 'look at her wrong.' like, her and barton may or may not be competing for first place for the worlds most petty character LOL but i love her anyway despite her having some very... interesting ways of navigating the world and her relationships with people, i guess you could say.

[unforth]

I stumbled upon the post of you talking about how you're trying to raise a son that won't hate himself for being male. From a young man to the mother of a young man, thank you. Honestly thank you so much. That will mean so so much for your kiddo, both now and for the rest of his life. I hope your mother's day is a joyous one :)

oh anon, many many hugs. and thank you. I hope you don't hate yourself either, you seem like a really kind and caring person. <3

[thedevotionaltour]

karen is MY special white woman. my problematic fave. because i understand why she sucks. i think in order to be allowed to be a karen fan you have to actually understand why she sucks. if you don't understand why she sucks then you're a bad karen fan i think.

[waitineedaname]

Okay cool beans, I was like 99.99% sure you'd be okay with it but like, I figured it was polite to ask lmao

Anyway thoughts on how Ed and Al came to be fostered by the Curtises in your modern AU? Would love to hear if you have thoughts on Sig's relationship with the boys too, in this house we love and appreciate Dad Sig! Also I noticed Ed is trans in that fic, and I wonder how that went over with them! Supportive yes, but I'd love to hear more <3

I was actually writing something about them first getting fostered by the Curtises recently! I should pick that wip back up tbh. I'm gonna put this under the cut bc my response got kinda long!

I think the Elrics' origin is pretty similar to canon -- their dad left when they were really young and they don't know why, and their mom died of an illness not long after. The Rockbells took them in for a while bc their families were close, but after Winry's parents died, it was just Pinako taking care of three children, and she's just one old lady, so they ended up in foster care

Sig is the one who suggested becoming foster parents, since they couldn't have kids of their own but they both really wanted to be parents. Izumi was hesitant at first, but eventually agreed. The Elrics were probably around eight and nine? And they ended up staying with the Curtises p much until they turn eighteen (I'm tempted to say the Curtises officially adopt them)

Sig adores these boys. Izumi does too, but she's the Tough One, she's willing to play bad cop. On the McDonald's alignment chart, she's the one who drives up to order a black coffee, meanwhile he's the one to actually buy the boys Happy Meals. Sig might look big and scary but he's really a huge softy and he loves his foster sons a lot :')

As for Ed being trans, it went over pretty easy with the Curtises! Actually, here's an excerpt from that wip:

The brothers probably were considered a problem case by the foster system, but the Curtises Do Not Care. Ed being trans is the least of their concerns. Once puberty starts creeping on the horizon, they help him figure out hormones, and they make sure his schools respect his name or else they will face the wrath of Izumi Curtis, and no one wants to face her wrath

[ladyseidr]

okay abt to sleep but consider: AU where cassidy survives but only because her brother is killed instead and she is the most vengeful, angry 13-year-old ( or older, if it's years later ) who will do anything to find out and literally actually kill william herself—

[storybounded]

Gathering screencaps for icons and I just... Not me and @starsweepers sad that they didn't talk to each other once, especially in this scene in the second movie where they sat right next to each other but did not say a word 😑😞