#the outer body

[goryhorroor]

“1950s horror movies contrast radically with their 1940s predecessors. understandably – they were reflecting a whole new world. audiences wanted stories that connected directly to their lives, to the ever-expanding technology in their homes and workplaces. they also wanted horror movies that played to their fears – stoked by politicians – of the shadows that lay beyond their immediate, personal experience of the shiny american dream (applies to some of these movies).”

[fiona-palomo]

DREW STARKEY as RAFE CAMERON outer banks season 3

[fanofspooky]

Scream King - Mark Hamill

[cinemamind]

Hi Romero, I'm a huge fan of your killer klowns from outer space(especially the Floral Variants and Beast hybrids). Regarding the beast hybrids, aside from being highly intelligent predatory type. Can some beast hybrids be feral and more animalistic compared to their higher kin?

Thank you! Oh yes, I have so many ideas for Killer Klown beast hybrids that push the more animalistic side.

(would love to make a compendium someday (人◕ω◕)

[roxierae]

jj had been having nightmares…

but not your stereotypical night terrors, like showing up to school naked or getting chased by a serial killer. something much more unsettling and equally arousing would haunt his dreams every night. working him up and leaving just before he got his fill.

leaving him to wake up in a cold sweat, gasping for air with a painfully hard dick beneath his sweat shorts. the first time it happened, he didn’t take too much notice of the dream, putting it down to the fact he hadn’t got a lay in a week or so.

his eyes fluttered open softly, taking in his surroundings, a little disoriented from sleep. he rubs a hand over his eye groaning softly as his eyes flit to the little alarm clock on the bedside table.

3:08AM

he squints against the light, the letters in big red bold, flashing dimly from years of use. his eyelids suddenly feel heavy again, a quiet lure into slumber as he gives in, humming softly in content as he rolls onto his back.

“hello jj.” his eyes snap open impossibly fast and he’s scurrying to the other side of the room the voice was heard, tripping over all the shit that scattered across the chateau guest room floor with an “oh- fuck!” followed by a string of other curses before smacking his back into the wall, eyes wide and vigilant.

“you don’t have to be scared of me.” the voice speaks again, and he freezes up as you come into view, having flicked on the little bedside lamp to lighten up the room. “yo- what.. the fuck.” he thinks outloud, eyes flicking all over the girl.

her predatory eyes trained on his, lips dripping with a familiar red liquid he could only assume was blood, grinning at him. he’s so fucking scared he can’t even move. he watches, completely frozen as the red liquid drips down between the valley of her breasts, staining the white lingerie they were prettily adorned in.

he’s not sure what he’s feeling but he can feel all the blood rushing from his face to his dick, leaving him pale as a ghost and hard as a rock. your grin never falters and your eyes never leave his as you approaches him, his breath hitches in his throat, fear consuming his senses completely, but no matter how much he tries to move his legs, they’re stuck in place.

he shakes his head as much as he can, but his vision is distorted and he seems to be moving in slow motion, eyes wide as your body finally presses against his, staining his bare chest with the blood smattered against your pretty tits, the only sound in the room being your mixed breathing.

“shhh..” you comfort, practically smelling the fear radiating off of him. bringing a red stained hand to stroke at the hair at the back of his neck, sharp fingernails scratching at his scalp. you feel the outline of his cock resting against your lower stomach, giving an experimental roll of your hips to test him. he lets out a choked little whimper and you smirk, the sound only fuelling you more.

“are you scared?” you whisper breathily into his ear, so close he can feel your hot breath against his cheek. “yeah- yeah. shit.” he whispers out, hand visibly shaking by his sides as he attempts to calm his breathing.

you nod with a grin, pulling your face away from his neck to look him in the eye, his fearful ones meeting your own amused ones. “you know how i know that jj?” you whisper, mouth returning to gently suckle at the pulse point below his ear, awaiting his answer.

“uh- ‘s it because ‘m shakin’?” he slurs out, little sounds of pleasure slipping from between his rubied lips, you pull away slowly with a satisfied hum, a string of saliva connecting you to him as you shake your head with a devilish smile, slowly sinking to your knees.

“nope.” you reply promptly, popping the ‘p’, eyes still trained on his as your knees hit the cold floor. “i can smell it.” you whisper out, fingernails dragging across his lower stomach, the muscle tensing rapidly. he looks down at you, fearful eyes watching as you absentmindedly tongue at a splatter of blood at the corner of your mouth, seemingly focused on something else.

your fingernail slowly drags down, down, down until it’s tracing over his hardened dick, circling around the sticky tip as he whimpers, biting his lip to conceal his pleasure, hands grasping for anything to hold onto to stop his knees from buckling at just how desperate he was for it.

he couldn’t form a coherent thought, a multitude of emotions swirling around in his brain as he gawks at you below him. fear, arousal, panic, desperation, amazement, but mostly lust.

it consumed him like he never had before, watching without a word as you dip your fingers below the waistband of his sweat shorts, your eyes flicking up to his go grasp his reaction, a hungry grin painted across your spit-slicked lips.

“you ready for me, jj?” you ask sweetly, a smile laced in your tone as you look up at him through smattered together lashes. he nods urgently, eyes glazed over. “gonna make you feel so good, i promise.” you smile, dragging his waistband further down, his hard cock springing out, his tip an angry red colour, and visibly leaking.

“please..” he whispers out. your eyes light up at his pleas as you drag your thumb gently across his leaning slit, collecting the pre-cum and bringing it to your lips. he lets his head fall back against the wall, a quiet groan escaping his lips at the feeling, his adams apple bobbing gently as he hums.

his eyes slip closed as he revels in the pleasure you’re giving him, a white hot burn rising in his lower stomach and he lets it happen, in this moment he wants nothing more than to cum.

he feels your hands leave him, whispering out little pleas for you to stay but when his eyes open again, he’s back in his bed, the room bathed in an orange glow that tells him it’s the early morning.

his eyebrows knit together in confusion as he checks the room for any sign of you. nothing. no scattered clothing or a knocked down lamp, everything was exactly as he’d left it the night before.

the realisation dawns on him that it was just a dream, and part of him is relieved, but a much bigger part of him is disappointed, the wet patch adorning his crotch and the hardest morning wood he’d ever had was the most he had to show the fact you were the best wet dream he’d ever experienced.

this was the first time he’d met you, he knew it was stupid, but deep down he hoped it wouldn’t be the last.

[paintingpuff]

When there's not enough official Outer Wilds merch so you make your own poster

[om0000]

woy s3 prediction hater n peepers break up n hater pulls up to the star nomad lookibg like this

[batri-jopa]

From wild_discovery_rh on Instagram

[zyafics]

thinking about the inherent betrayal of the cameron siblings. that, had it been sarah who shot sheriff peterkin, rafe would've covered for it without a second thought. like yes, there always been some tension between them—especially since ward favors sarah over rafe, and rafe craves his father's validation. but at the end of the day, family is family. he didn't outright hate her, especially in s1. but when sarah was willing to give up rafe's name to save john b's life, of course rafe is hurt. because he wouldn't have done the same. and the idea that she would give him up—let him "fry"—for her boyfriend whom she known for a couple weeks (months?) absolutely drove him insane. i truly believed he would've gone to the ends for her, had the roles been reversed.

[elwensa]

The Eye Thing - PART 1 (2022) Careful, there is blood in there! Oooooh so we're starting the Eye Thing Saga?? This is one of my favourite comic series I ever did! Obviously (to me) the art got a little old, but I remember having sooo much fun with this one! The whole dialogue about Gossan's eye ("Yeah, that's... yeah. I don't wanna talk about it.") meant two things to me. One, The Hatchling (And Slate) was there, and two, it was pretty traumatic. So I had fun imagining how horrible it could be. Of course now Gossan's okay! And we'll see how they and Hatchy adjust in the next parts...

[echosong971]

“Mr. Handsome Idiot”

[thecameronchronicles]

Sunkissed

TW: mentions of self image issues. Angst. Heavy flirting.

SUMMARY: JJ reminds you just how beautiful he knows you are.

REQUESTED:

Anonymous Asked

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Sunkissed

"Maybe you should just go without me..." You try to hide the disappointment in your own words but it weighs them beyond the attempt. Your eyes fall and yet JJ comes up behind you, lips on your shoulder as it worsens the tightness in your heart.

"Did you get too hot on the Pogue, princess?"

"No...I..."

"Do you need some water? Here..." He offers his and your chest tightens. Not once has your boyfriend ever made you question your worth in the curves of your figure. But being surrounded by those that are a stark contrast to that society claims you should be, you feel inadequate.

"What is it sweetheart?" He asks a hand to your waist as you shuffle away without drawing immediate attention. You pretend to need something from the cooler although the diversion only makes you feel worse when you look over your shoulder and see JJ setting his hand over his chest, a telltale sign his own anxiety was getting the best of him.

"Are you...happy?" You move quickly to him.

"You make me the happiest I've been been, JJ-"

"So if you aren't dumping me and you know I'm crazy about you, why are you acting so...distant?" He steps closer, taking your hands in his. The warm comfort, slightly calloused from the odd jobs to make ends meet, it makes you exhale in the remembrance he matters more than the thoughts in your head. It's the laughter of Sarah Cameron and Kiara Carrera that make you compare yourself again.

He slowly nods before taking your hand and leading you into the Chateau.

"JJ-"

"What is it? I wanna hear you say it."

"J-"

"Y/N. Tell me." You stand in his room, the one practically gifted to you and him by John B as you linger.

"I just...don't wanna be around them in my swimsuit."

"Good."

Your eyes water and your brows fall.

"I don't want you in your swimsuit around anyone else either. I don't want them to see how smooth and beautiful your skin is or the shape of your-" he bites his back teeth. "I have to constantly remind myself to be better for you because better is what you deserve, princess, but it takes everything I have to not either mark up your skin with my teeth and leave proof you belong to me or punch out the lights of any guy-or girl- that looks at what's mine."

"JJ..." You shake off the thought as you know his kindness has always been that. Kind. You worry being with you is a novelty. A kink even. And even if he's tender and rebellious, passionate and eager, you're worried it'll fade with either summer or the fade of interest.

"You wanna know something? I am not going to say I don't care about your body because honestly it makes me hard as hell. But what really makes me just..." He sighs, repressing something between desire and the need to prove, as he takes a step closer to you.

"What really makes me love you is that you look at me. Not through me. Not to judge me. You go along with all my jokes and pranks, you were there when everything with my dad-" he paused, you step closer when you see how it effects him.

"You know when to be strong and when to let me do that for you. You touch me and I feel like I can't control my hands...or my eyes- my mouth. I want you. I love you. But if I'm being completely honest, Y/N. What I want right now? Is you out of this swimsuit. You're right. You shouldn't wear it. Because it makes me fucking crazy and I'm already one day closer for being committed for it."

You stand in awe, his words poetic for someone who insists you read him the books he gets too bored to even try and crack open. You hate how he doesn't apply himself for what he's capable of and yet you set to prove it in how you support him everyday.

"JJ-"

"I mean it, sweetheart. I'll beg if I have to. But suit. Off." You swallow hard as he closes the door and you understand one thing as his eyes darken in lust.

Before him you were swallowed by the darkness of your insecurities. Being with JJ is like being beneath the sun. Touched and basking in its rays, you forget the worries outside of it. You are kissed by the sun, loved by it- by him. You feel the strength of his love in every touch and the confirmation of his desire by the hold of his eyes on you in any distance when you aren't in his arms.

There is no question of love. And for the days you cannot feel that for yourself, JJ reminds you every reason why you will.

One sunny kiss at a time.

MASTERLIST

[roychewtoy]

[cinemamind]

[minecraft]

instead of making the nether taller they should just put the existing nether upwards and then fill the underneath section with a new Deeper Dark biome that links to the overworld via ancient city portals.

[overly-hubristic-mad-scientist]

I desperately need to know the circumstances that lead to that weird period in like 70s-80s where they just made a horror movie about any and everything