#stevie wayne

[brokehorrorfan]

Matthew Therrien has released a portrait of Adrienne Barbeau as Stevie Wayne in The Fog. Giclee prints are available in 5x7 ($20, limited to 50) and 8x10 ($25).

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

14 and 15 for the oc pride ask game <3

Happy Pride!

Hello! Thanks for the ask! (From this pride themed ask game)

14. Do you have ocs on the aro or ace spectrum?

Do I???

Being on both I definitely accidentally did it a few times, but here we go!

In TSP, Lexi ended up finding herself to be acearo. Is this because she used to be my point of projection, and even when I changed her personality this part is a leftover? Well, yes.

Jedi and Wendy are also acearo.

Alex is asexual and I think biromantic. Parker is the opposite: aromantic but bisexual. I think Ewan is demisexual (but I'm unsure about romantic orientation).

In SOTL, I have many as well. Stevie and Billie are asexual though I'm unsure about romantic orientation for either. Eros is acearo. This is all so far since SOTL is early in development but I'm leaving it open to more.

15. Do any of your ocs use neopronouns? Which ones?

Yes, the aforementioned Eros is also agender and after a lot of debate uses ze/zir/zem pronouns. I considered xe/xem/xir and e/em/eir for a bit before settling.

SOTL has several genderqueer characters but so far Eros is the only one with neopronouns. At least that's the way it is for now. Will this change? Maybe. Again, SOTL is in the early stages of development.

Thanks again!

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[the-spooky-mind-of-spiderwish]

To the ships at sea, who can hear my voice, look across the water, into the darkness. Look for the fog.

[filmjunky-99]

h a p p y b i r t h d a y

Adrienne Barbeau

11 June 1945

🎈🎈🎈

[pic: barbeau as stevie wayne, the fog, 1980]

[steviewaynekab1]

Ahoy Mateys on this #ScarySaturday

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

I was shocked that I had this word

From School of the Legends Year One

Inside the dining hall, the rest of their family was already seated, and breakfast had already been served. “I see you’ve finally decided to join us,” said their mother. “Sorry, Mum,” Stevie said as she took her seat next to Damari, who was staring at his lap. “I guess I just overslept.” “Oversleeping is what Tierney does,” said their father, causing Tierney to freeze in the middle of pulling his chair out. “You, young lady, need to get out of bed.” “Stevie was only ten minutes later than myself, Father,” said Tierney, still standing. “Ten minutes late is far too late for a princess,” their mother chided. Stevie slumped. “And Damari, please, if you’re going to sneak a book to breakfast, please have the dignity to place it on the table instead of staring at your crotch.” Damari let out a frustrated noise and set the book on the table. No one was correcting Tierney, but he suddenly felt awkward standing, and finally decided to sit down and begin eating his breakfast. “Richard,” said their father--causing Ritchie to flinch at the name Tierney knew he hated, “Princess Amani will be visiting in a few weeks.” “She will?” Ritchie asked, his entire body perking up. “Yes,” their father answered, smiling proudly. “I’m glad to see how much you’re looking forward to seeing your betrothed.” “Oh, uh, yes, Father,” said Ritchie, going back to his plate. Tierney knew his oldest brother well enough to know that Ritchie was merely looking forward to writing the comic he and Amani had been co-creating and not any marriage. “And Jarred,” said the king, turning to his second-oldest, “you will be--” “Planning my ball, yes, I know.” “Jarred,” their mother snapped, “do not interrupt your father.” “I’m sorry,” said Jarred. Their father cleared his throat. “Jarred, you will be planning your ball this afternoon. You will be sending out invitations to all eligible young ladies of nobility in the world.” Jarred scrunched his nose. “That will take forever.” “Hence why we are starting today.”

I'm unsure about my writing on the king and queen but I do like the personalities of the siblings.

I need to make an intro for SOTL so I can have a taglist

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[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

wayne's newest mug that he gets like the day after eddie and stevie officially start dating:

[resident-gay-bitch]

🏳️‍⚧️ Trans Tuesdays 🏳️‍⚧️

3 times Eddie was shocked to find out things about his friends dating life, and 1 time he was shocked about his own. (Transfem Stevie)

“Wait, what?!” Eddie shouted, staring at Robin incredulous.

“I’m. A. Lesbian.” She repeated, clapping her hands between each word, “Do you need a dictionary definition on what that means, dingus? Because it’s not-“

“No-“ Eddie interrupted, shaking his head, hands sternly on his hips, “I know what a lesbian is, don’t worry. I just didn’t know you were one!”

“Oh… well, yeah, I am.” She shrugged, “Obviously! Whose idea did you think it was to have a Michelle Pfeiffer movie marathon?”

“Huh.” Eddie nodded, giving her a once over, “Well that clears some things up.”

“God, you’re such a dingus sometimes.” Robin snorted, scruffing up his hair, “Come on, we’re gonna be late to meet Stevie if we don’t leave now.”

☆ ★ ☆

“Wait, what?!” Eddie said, doing a double take and charging backwards, almost stacking it down the stairs to the Wheelers basement.

“No! Nothing!” Will shouted, slapping his hand over his mouth, Mike beside him groaned.

“Nuh uh, not nothing. Don’t try to lie to me you little shits. I saw you two smooching it up.” He said, his voice a harsh whisper as he stared down at them. Or, well, attempted to since they’re almost taller than him these days. “Spill.”

“We don’t have to tell you anything.” Mike sassed.

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie sassed right back, “Tell that to the three headed fire breathing dragon who has it out for you, Mighty Palladian.”

Mike groaned, “We’re not gay!”

“Well, last I checked you’re both dudes.” Eddie tutted, “So, what’s this, hmm? I’m not letting you be a little bitch and use your best friend as your experiment.”

“I’d never do that!” Mike clipped.

“Experiment?” Will asked, his face scrunched up.

“Oh, yeah, been there.” Eddie scoffed self-deprecatingly, chucking a thumb at himself, “Don’t tell anyone, but I went through half the football team.”

“Wait, you’re gay?” Mike glared at him.

“Nuh duh.” Eddie blabbered, tongue rolling out of his mouth, “I thought you little shits knew.”

“I knew.” Will shrugged.

“Why did you know?” Mike argued.

“I just knew.” Will said back.

“Hey now, little dudes, enough of that.” Eddie shook his head, “Now come on, what’s going on here? Is this some creepy weirdo exploration thing or have you gone all sweet ‘n shit on each other.”

“Don’t tell anyone, okay.” Will hissed, grabbing Mike's hand, “We’re dating.”

“He didn’t need to know that.” Mike groaned.

“Wouldn’t you rather someone know?” Will raised an eyebrow, “Someone you actually look up to and like?”

“Aww, Little Wheeler, you look up to me?” Eddie asked, a hand splayed over his heart, “I’m honoured.”

“I’m outta here.” Mike rolled his eyes, pushing past Eddie and up the stairs, “I swear if you tell anyone, I’m gonna go steal all your Dungeon Master notes-“

Eddie gasped dramatically, “You wouldn’t!”

“Watch me.” Mike rolled his eyes, accidentally letting a smile slip before he was fully turned around.

☆ ★ ☆

“Wait, what?” Eddie asked, choking on his sandwich, staring up at his uncle.

“I said-“

“I know what you said.” He shook his head, “I just… you are in a relationship?”

“Yes.” Wayne nodded, “I’m very happy.”

“Oh, wow.” Eddie breathed, “I did not expect this happening when I woke up this morning.”

Wayne chuckled at him, “It ain’t that crazy, son.”

“Yeah it is!” Eddie protested, “I didn’t think you even cared about relationships or nothing. You’ve always been just Wayne to me.”

“Yeah, cause you were a sad little kid that needed my full attention.” Wayne huffed, “Now, you’re an adult and I’d like a relationship.”

“Huh…” Eddie nodded, and began to eat his sandwich again, “So can I meet him?”

“You already have.”

“When?” Eddie asked, furrowing his brow.

“His name’s Scott, and I love him very much, and we met at your middle school parent teacher interviews and have been putting off our feelings since then.”

“That long? Wayne!” Eddie groaned, “Is he like a single dad or something?”

“No, he’s your old science teacher.”

“Wait, what!”

☆ ★ ☆

“Wait, what?” Eddie asked, scrunching his face, looking at Steve on the verge of short circuiting.

“Yeah, I just can’t do this anymore, Eddie.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I like you, so much, and I just…”

“Stevie, I’m gay.” Eddie said, now looking at him with desperation, “Steve I’m so gay, I’m the gayest any dude could ever be. Holy shit, I like you too!”

“You are?” Steve said, his eyes beginning to well up a little.

“Yes!” Eddie said, jumping on the spot, “I’m so fucking gay, Stevie. Gayer than the day is long! Please go out with me.”

Steve huffed, giving Eddie a saddened smile, “I’m not a guy, though.”

“Wait… what?” Eddie asked, scrunching his nose, “What do you mean?”

“I’m transgender…” Steve said, looking at the ground, “I’m actually a woman.”

“Wait, you’re transgender?” He asked, whispering the next part to himself, “God, everythings happening this week…”

Steve nodded her head, “Yeah, I can’t… I’m sorry, Eddie, but if you’re gay-“

“I’m bisexual, actually. I’m so bisexual, please go out with me.”

“Eddie, you can’t just change your sexuality.”

“Uh, well, apparently you can, because I just did.” Eddie sassed, “I was gay, now I’m bisexual, cause I have a big ol’ crush on you, and if you’re a woman, that makes me bisexual.”

Steve glared at him.

“So, can I take you out on a date now?” He said, staring up at Steve with stars in his eyes.

“Are you being serious? This isn’t just a joke, Eddie, it’s my identity.”

“I know.” He said, deadpan, “It’s mine too. Hell, I’m finding so many things out this week, it’s crazy. So like, do I still call you Steve or…?”

“I prefer Stevie.”

Eddie grinned, “Sick. So Stevie, about that date?”

Stevie huffed, “You realise if this goes anywhere I’d be your girlfriend, not your boyfriend.”

“Holy shit, you wanna be my girlfriend?” He beamed at her, “This is so metal, can I kiss you, I wanna kiss you so bad, Stevie, please be my girlfriend right now.”

“Oh…” Stevie muttered, finally smiling, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Eddie just about fainted.

Stevie has my heart oh my fucking god I love her *Screams hysterically from the rooftops*

[emiliehornby]

diesel is desire (you were playing with fire)

pairing ethan landry x fem! riley-weathers! reader

synopsis the shadow of somebody you used to know comes back to haunt you in more ways than one when your ex-boyfriend takes part in a master plan to murder you

warnings canon typical violence, mentions of blood, mentions of death

author’s notes a friend of mine actually let me edit this and repost so if you think this fic looks familiar, it’s probably why!! no plagiarism involved i promise, just some fun writing exercises. hope you guys enjoy!! love you!!

Tara’s final blow to the masked killer falling to the floor made it incredibly hard to focus.

You and your friends shared a look, the realization that Kirby’s double crossing blindsided you all. You thought on your feet, turning the corner of the counter to try and find another way out, only for the lock to betray you. You kicked the door, knowing that the only way out was through the way you came, but you couldn’t take that risk of finding an accomplice awaiting your presence.

Walking back towards the unlocked exit, you watched as Sam’s hands cupped Tara’s cheeks, examining her. It was the reprieve you craved as you longed for your mother’s warmth to engulf you, but reality settled in and your heaving chest began to with every breath. Honestly, that was supposed to be the least of your worries.

You just really wanted to get out of there.

Your fingertips barely touched the doorknob when Tara's scream cut through the air. Turning around, Chad was on his two knees with the two Ghostfaces going at it, stabbing him until his sweatshirt stained red.

Your eyes widened, “Oh shit.” Looking between Sam, who was struggling to hold Tara back from stepping in, and Chad, whose eyes pleaded for you to escape, the split second decision was made. You moved past the Carpenter sisters to grab a framed poster off the wall. Sam seemed to figure out what you were doing and reached out to stop you.

“Y/N, wait!” She barely brushed over your arm when you hit one of them over the head. Their grip immediately loosened on Chad, who fell limply while you kicked Ghostface One towards the wall. When you heard a hard thud from the impact, you threw the frame aside to turn around. Your gaze was on the second killer, who’s knife was dangerously close to piercing your skin.

You screamed at the sisters, “What are you waiting for? Go!” You lifted your arms to defend yourself, only earning yourself a stab in the thigh by Ghostface Two, who’d finally come to their senses. That was Sam’s wake up call, pushing Tara out the door despite her insistent screams to do something. It broke your heart, but when they disappeared, you let your guard down enough for them to take the knife to your shoulder. Screaming, they pushed you up against the wall before letting you slide down to the floor like a rag doll. You clutched your wounds, attempting to get up but you only scrambled yourself into a corner.

Bracing yourself for these last moments, you knew you couldn’t go down without a fight. Not if that meant Sam and Tara could escape, or the slim chance Chad could still be alive.

“You aren’t the first shitheads to try this, you know. And you probably won’t be the last. So kill me! I dare you to try…” You spat. 

The ghostface, who’s mask resembled much of Nancy Loomis’, pulled your head back to meet their gaze. Their knife slowly traced over your throat and you hissed when they nicked down towards your collarbone. The other ghostface, with Stu Macher’s mask, wanted to finish you off when the former’s knife cut through the air to stop them. Conflict vibrated between them, daring you to smirk up at them, “Unless you’re too scared to?”

That caught their attention, a sudden pain shooting through your torso in response. When the knife met your warm flesh, you gritted your teeth when they twisted it into you. The Nancy Loomis lookalike merely tilted their head at the action. Yanking the weapon away, the killers couldn’t be bothered to look back before they left. You rested your head against the wall as they traced down the Carpenter sisters, and you could only hope they were long gone from this killbox.

You started to mentally prepare yourself when the door shut behind them. Taking one big breath, you attempted to push yourself up from off the ground. Any small movement shot pain through your veins, but you continued to fight when thinking of Chad, who was lying only a few feet away from you. Slowly, you were able to reach him, falling to your knees to see how seemingly lifeless he looked. You immediately pressed two fingers to the pulse point in his neck, sighing in relief when you felt it beating weakly against you.

“Chad, can you hear me?” You slapped his face.

No response.

You gradually hardened your blows. Still no response. Tears began to fall down your face, dissolving into the bloodstains. Somehow, this made your stomach hurt more than when you were stabbed, but you weren’t one to give up easily. You checked his pulse again. It was slower than before, prompting you to grab his shoulders. Staying mindful of his head, you shook him until he squeezed his eyes shut and groaned heavily. You let out a choked sob, a laugh bubbling from you for the first time in days.

Reaching over to grab his hand, you thought out loud in hopes you could talk him through the unimaginable pain he was in, “Okay good! That’s good. Now listen-”

“Ta…Ta…ra-“ He cut you off with a whisper.

You frowned, “I don’t- I don't know where Sam and Tara went.” Fading gunshots and distant yelling then echoed through the building. You glanced at the door, then back down at Chad to tell him, “But you gotta listen to me. I’m gonna come back for you. okay? I'm gonna find them, and then I'll come and get you. I promise we’ll be okay.” You gave his hand a squeeze before gently placing it down on his chest.

You shifted all your weight to your uninjured leg, trying to hold yourself up despite the pain in your shoulder when you stood up straight. Lightheadedness momentarily rook over until you caught yourself with the corner of the counter. Slowly, you limped your way back to the main room, where the muffled voices finally began to make sense. But your gaze was drawn to the clear case that stored your father’s gun. You couldn’t help but pry it open and made sure the gun was loaded before stashing it in your waistband. Solemnly, you stared at his sketch, pressing a kiss to your thumb to run across his face. Cracking a small smile, you picked up the extra bullets to place in your back pocket.

“...Stab Gale Weathers, stab Mindy on the train. I mean, they’re not dead yet, but I guess killing Y/N is going to be good enough for now.” You perked up at the mention of your name and decided to make fun of the masked killers.

“God, you guys are shit at playing your own game, you know that? I was unarmed and I was by myself, And guess what? I’m still not dead!” The Carpenter sisters turned around at the sound of your voice. You kept your gaze on them the entire time, heart clenching when Tara choked out a sob upon seeing you. Once you were close enough, she stepped forward and took you into her arms. Sam kept a hand on you both while Tara held you for dear life. You hugged back with just as much fervor, but couldn’t stop yourself from looking over her shoulder to see the robed figures without their Ghostface masks. You weren’t sure if it was the blood loss or the reality of the situation, but you couldn’t help but feel like you were seeing things. “Ethan? What the fuck?” You said.

“Hey baby.” He smirked. Okay, he was definitely real. You tensed up when he scoffed, “What’s the matter? Don’t you remember how badly you wanted me to be here?” His gaze grew sinister, almost as if you meant nothing to him.

This wasn’t the Ethan you knew. He had spilled coffee on your shirt and after apologizing profusely, offered to help clean it up with three spare tissues he had in his pocket. You thought he was going to be it for you But this wasn’t the Ethan you eventually grew to love over the years either. The boy was sweet, awkward, and absolutely nerdy but you soaked up every word he’d ever said because you loved the sound of his voice. Every day with Ethan was a good one…until all of that changed. A spring break you were meant to spend together was taken away from you when Woodsboro called. Ethan had said you’d come back a completely different person, and your emotions ran high, effectively straining your relationship. Your breakup was imminent, but you would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt.

Tara lightly shook you out of your trance, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You gulped.

“And- and Chad?” She hesitated to ask. You finally spared her a glance to offer her a small nod. Her eyes squeezed shut for a moment when Sam spat at Detective Bailey.

“Fuck you!” She smacked Billy Loomis’ mask out of his hands. Ethan retaliated quickly by slashing her shoulder.

“Hey, you stay the fuck away from them!” Tara reacted quickly. She kept one arm around your waist, the other holding the brick to defend you three. Sam continued to yell, questioning their motives and denying the murderous trio’s allegations of her masterminding the 2022 Woodsboro Massacre.

Your gaze instinctively went over to Ethan. The boy who once made you feel safe was the same reason you were fighting for your life. Fear flickered through your poker face upon being surrounded, a look of hurt glazing over him. Ethan’s lips momentarily twisted into a frown with his eyes growing glassy when he met your hard stare — the same look on his face when you broke it off. But Ethan’s facade faltered fast, his mood only shifting into something crazier.

“They’re still not getting it!” He pointed out.

You all whipped around at Detective Bailey screaming, “You’re a killer. Just like your father!”

“No I’m not!” Sam wailed.

“Yes you are, you motherfucker. You killed our brother!” Quinn seethed.

Tara furrowed her eyebrows, “You said your brother died in a car accident.”

“No…you said that your brother left for college when you were thirteen and he never came back. Or was that a lie too?” You spoke up. Ethan grew bitter, your words cutting him almost as deeply as your wound. But you couldn’t pay attention for long when Quinn strides towards you.

She ran the blunt side of her knife down your face with a sigh, “You’re getting warmer! Think a little harder, maybe you’ll figure it out before these dumbasses do.”

Tara's grip on you was almost bruising. Afraid to abruptly pull you away in case Quinn tried something, you barely batted an eye when the cool metal couldn’t compare to anything you’d endured prior to entering the main room.

You looked straight at Ethan while explaining, “You wanted to be just like him.” The wheels began to turn. A special interest in the 2022 Woodsboro massacre mixed with a brother whose fascination with the horror genre appeared almost genetic…had Mickey Altieri not died twenty years prior, you would assume they were related. But it didn’t add up until you noticed the striking resemblance in Ethan’s dark eyes and wicked smile.

You didn’t realize that you’d spaced out until Quinn tapped the knife against your face, instructing, “Hey! Eyes on me.” You clenched your jaw, turning back to her. She hummed in satisfaction, “Good girl. So, have you figured it out yet? The clock's ticking here.”

“You’re Richie’s family…” You revealed.

“What?!” Sam reacted.

Detective Bailey confirmed, “And we have a winner!”

“We knew you’d get it eventually.” The sweet cynicism dripping from Ethan’s voice made you sick.

“Wow. Real great parenting job you did, by the way." Tara said. Her sarcasm earned the three of you a large push. Sam broke your fall and you all stood in a circle to cover your bases against each killer. Detective Bailey began monologuing the mourning of his son’s death and seeking vengeance, something that didn’t make much sense to you.

“So what happens next? What happens after this? You guys just disappear?” You asked.

“No, we gotta make sure Mindy and Gale don’t pull through. Because everybody dies! Everybody who had anything to do with the death of my son suffers and dies.” Detective Bailey pointed the gun towards sam. He urged her to put the mask on, and Sam spared you a glance before her aura darkened. She looked up at Detective Bailey with a cold and calculated look in her eye while he pressed the barrel against her forehead. The act was your cue to hold Tara back with whatever energy you had left while they fought it out.

“Your son? He was a man baby who made his girlfriend do all the killing.” She started.

Detective Bailey fumed, “He was a strong, virile young man!”

“He was a limp dick little fuck who cried before I slit his throat.” She didn’t back down.

“You said Y/N helped kill Richie. They were there that night…” Ethan muttered. His family immediately glared at him. Your gaze switched between him and Quinn, who’s knife was now pointed towards you. She nicked your arm when she moved around to create a barrier between you two.

“Well you shouldn’t have believed the other fucking rumors then. Because he died under my hands. no one else’s. But if we’re talking about his little girlfriend Amber, then that’s a different story…” Sam responded.

Quinn seemingly had enough, yelling, “Shut the fuck up!”

She was ready to stab you when Tara hit her over the head with a brick. As if on cue, Kirby got up again and shot at Detective Bailey. You followed her lead, pulling your father’s gun out to shoot at Ethan. Narrowly missing, you couldn’t fire anymore when Tara called your names.

You made your way to her just as she reached the top of the balcony. You paused when Sam never followed, and Tara seemed to think the same to yell, “Come on Sam!”

Her body was hunched over Ethan’s, but she pushed him down and grabbed Kirby’s gun.

You waved at her to come closer. The moment you could reach her, you gave her a lift in order to reach the ladder. You wasted no time when Sam barely began making her way to the balcony by jumping up and grabbing onto it yourself. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, the pain nonexistent while your knuckles grew white at your tight grasp.

Around halfway to the top, your heart jumped out of your chest seeing how close the exit seemed to be. But reality ripped you far from it when a heavy weight pulled down on your leg. Looking down, Ethan was trying to drag you back down to the main floor. You thrashed your leg around to get him off of you, but he managed to grab a fistful of your jeans. Your hands, still stained with blood, started to slip from the handles. The sisters screamed your name and held their arms out for you. Sam’s fingers brushed your own, but one harsh tug caused you to fall and hit him on the way down.

You immediately tried to defend yourself, but your shoulder was killing you as you got off Ethan. Blindly, you began reaching for your gun while the guilt consumed you.

This was your fault.

It was you who couldn’t find it in yourself to fully cut Ethan out of your life and settled for a friendship. It was you who merged your hometown and city life by introducing Ethan to the Core Four the very day they came into New York. It was you who vouched for him time and time again, unable to escape from the old patterns and feelings that never really left. And it was you who was about to face death when Ethan had the upper hand. He turned you around to face him, his legs resting on each side of yours.

His lips ghosted over yours, whispering, “Say hi to your dad for me.” You struggled and screamed in his grip when he stabbed you straight through your side. The knife left your body as quickly as it came in, the metallic liquid pooling in your mouth. It woke you up from your thoughts, finding a space to trap his foot between your own. Building enough momentum, you rolled yourself over and pressed your forearm against Ethan’s neck. His hands uselessly clawed the air.

You taunted him, “Hm. If only Richie could see you now, so helpless and defeated. You really are just like him…”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see your gun mere inches away from you. So you shifted your weight, barely grabbing the handle when shots were fired in your direction. You immediately ducked down, curses slipping from your lips while trying to scramble off of Ethan while picking the gun up. Ethan tried to grab you again, but you kicked him square in the nose and made a run for it. You shot back, trying to ignore the ringing in your ears while mentally counting each shot until you were sure there were none left.

You screamed when the glass cases surrounding you shattered. A bullet haphazardly came flying into a column nearby, causing you to duck. You caught a glimpse of Ethan, who was pushing his dad’s gun out of his hands mid-shot. You took that as a distraction and trailed into the dark corners just behind the wings of the stage.

Ethan was practically begging, “Dad…Dad stop! Please don’t hurt them.” Your heart beat faster, as the stupid part of you thought he would be willing to double cross the detective. But you were dead wrong when he continued with, “Y/N’s mine.” The bold statement sent shivers down your spine. You could even envision him lightly twirling his knife in pure delight.

Shakily, you pulled the empty mag out of the gun. You haphazardly placed it on the shelf in front of you before your hand reached into your back pocket for your extra ammo. Easily replacing it with a firm push, a soft click! indicated the bullets were in. You tugged downward to ensure they were seated safely just in time for you to hear Ethan’s voice echoing through the theater.

“You can’t hide forever, Y/N,” You could see his reflection in the glass cases that held a former Ghostface’s robe. Trying to remain silent when his ears were searching for you too, you exhaled deeply and crawled around another corner when the empty mag fell off the shelf. You covered your mouth and held the gun to your chest when his footsteps grew louder. It was like your heartbeat drummed in your ears when he laughed mockingly, “I bet that I won’t even have to find you! You could never stay away from me too long, after all, could you baby?”

You shut your eyes, taking yourself back to the late nights you shared long after your breakup, the days you dragged him along to see your friends, and everything in between as you craved his comforting presence while reliving your fears that were larger than life in the city that never slept. Those good times quickly faded into a searing pain when you watched Anika die in front of you at his hands, knowing your mother had been brutally attacked and almost left for dead by his sister, seeing Chad so still, all reflected in your own wounds. Your hands lightly traced over each scar Ethan inflicted, and you knew what you had to do.

You were gonna fucking kill him.

[hollywoodlady]

Classic movie stars + music

01 - 'Clara Bow', by Taylor Swift;

02 - 'Bette Davis Eyes', by Kim Carnes;

03 - 'John Wayne', by Lady Gaga;

04 - 'Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge On Seattle', by Nirvana;

05 - 'Steve McQueen', by Sheryl Crow;

06 - 'Dorothy Dandridge Eyes', by Janelle Monáe feat. Esperanza Spalding;

07 - 'James Dean', by Eagles;

08 - 'Mabel Normand', by Stevie Nicks;

09 - 'Rock Hudson, by Kelly Clarkson;

10 - 'Vincent Price', by Deep Purple

[thorniest-rose]

Vibrating on the edge of my seat yanking my hair for your foster brothers fic !!!!!!!! sounds so delicious already ❤️ can you tell us more about it ?

Yes of course!! I'm so excited to share it. I'm working on the first part now. It's set in an au where Steve's parents aren't around anymore (for reasons I won't spoil) and Steve has to be fostered because he's 12 and doesn't have any other family. Wayne Munson takes pity and offers to foster Steve because he's already raising his nephew, whose parents ran out on him and who's also been in the system. So he takes Steve in, and Steve grows up as the baby Munson in the trailer with Wayne and Eddie.

Eddie's three years older in this verse and while at first he doesn't like Steve because he's a big baby and he's coddled and grew up rich, he sees how lonely and vulnerable he is, and over time they bond and become close. Then as Steve gets older and becomes a teenager, and really starts to blossom into his beauty, Eddie starts to struggle with how inappropriate his feelings are becoming and how territorial and possessive he is of him.

I know the idea has made some people uncomfortable but the whole story is about forbidden desire, codependency and blurred boundaries between being siblings and lovers. Like Eddie fully sees Steve as his little brother and he still really wants him.

[musickickztoo]

Carl Wayne

August 18, 1943 – August 31, 2004

[assignmentimprobable]

Batman is a bisexual man and it’s not because he fucks men— it’s because his direct inspiration for being a hero with that specific dark masked gimmick was Zorro. Every bisexual man I know would do some shit like that.

[corrodedcoughin]

I’m sorry but the thought of Eddie putting on a TERRIBLE cockney accent is the funniest thing to me. Imagine he speaks with one for a solid MONTH when he’s involved backstage with the community theatre production of Oliver Twist. Wayne and Steve tearing their collective hair out because Eddie is scream singing ‘I’D DO ANYFINK! FOR YEW DEAR ANYFINK!!!’ And ‘FEWD GLORIOUS FEWD!!! HOT SAWSAGE AN MUSTA’D!’

Eddie pretending to steel from everyone ‘I’m just a li’tol pick pocket ain’t I sir?’ As he he’s caught with his hands in Dustin’s backpack looking for snack.

In the middle of the night steve thinks eddie is asleep when he hears a little reedy voice ‘awrigh guvna, shine ya shoes? Penny a pair!’ Steve hits him with a pillow but then Eddie is pulling him into his arms and Steve is hiding his laughter in Eddie’s neck.

Eventually Oliver Twist wraps up, everyone is grateful for the end of cockney Eddie. Until one day Gareth almost knocks down Steve’s door and shoves the poster for the next community play: Mary Poppins. Of course Eddie makes it a personal goal to create an accent more obnoxious than Dick Van Dyke as he works on the costumes for the cast

[sergeifyodorov]

right so you know how if you start studying modern american history, you learn that everything comes back to ronald reagan, and it totally sucks? for hockey that's steve yzerman, except it absolutely fucking rules

[steviewaynekab1]

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