#who tryna go to spirit halloween with me

[buglvr24]

my sadness about summer ending is over

I NEED FALL NEOW

[thankyouforthev3n0m]

Aye, it's DubDaddy on the track

Not a rapper, but I thought I'd have a crack

Another song, another bar, another stack

We keep coming back now we're picking up the slack

Get laid, get paid, gatorade

Trigger treats sweet but can't beat the blade

It's Halloween bitch it's time to get made

You better lock up or you're gonna get slayed

Aye the boys are comin in

Got lit last night on the cherry gin

Smokin gas, eating ass, now committing sin

We going large like Amy Schumer's second chin

Hey everybody my name is JoshDub

When I don't do crime I talk shit at the club

I like corona no lime and having a tug

I get my bread no crust cause you know I'm a thug

It's Halloween, my girl cook and clean

Doing flips in the sheets, call that trick and treat

In the back of a Bentley and we got on rings

Riding in the streets shouting scary things

The Boys in town and we hunting clowns

Couple Kings with a couple crowns (dank memes)

Scaring kids while we're blowing clouds

It's Mully in the back and your bitch is getting ploughed

It's spooky and cold on this dreadful night

But we got some beauties in our sight

We love the shadows, and fear the light

But we'll steal your girl with one quick bite

On Halloween you can hear many sounds

Some screaming, some crying in the background

But if I see some kind of creepy clown

Oh you better believe it's going down

All the witches they be on me, with glee

When I walk up in a room its a party

Got no reflection but there's one thing you can see

All competition running scared as they should be

Never giving out our secrets I'm like (hush hush)

Wiping away all the haters like a (brush brush)

We be stealing all your candy in a (rush rush)

Dropping songs and videos that always (crush crush)

Got these demons in my head overwhelming me with fear and dread

(Dread dread dread)

Screaming in my bed, keep me grinding till I'm dead

(Dead dead dead)

Spirits in my mind come to visit me from time to time

(Time time time)

People say I'm sick but I swear to God I'm fine

(I'm fine, I'm fine)

Trick or Treat, excuse me what the fuck is this?

Candy corn, Bit O Honey, one Hershey Kiss

Que no sabes que me dicen el Mexorcist

If you don't know who I am, then I'll tell you what it is

Got a blanket to protect me and a wooden cross

I sprinkle holy water to show demons who's boss

I make videos to scare all the kiddos

And I'll exorcise your Tia with a bag of hot Cheetos

I shook Freddy Kruger's hand

Grow harder than the grudge

Make Pennywise float too

And give Huggy Wuggy a hug

I got good at hide and seek

You can always ask the fed

I put poison in your goat

Now that chupacabras dead

I live in the States, born in Monterey

Got a gringa by my side

She can cook some frijoles

I cross the border and la migra said

'hey, come on down but you just can't stay'

Running and hiding and walking and fighting

You don't got the papers to even be trying

To say it was easy then I would be lying

Soy un inmigrante con gran corazón

empeze recojiendo la bazura de tu escalon

Y ahora ocupo la pantallo de tu abitación

Asta parece yo tomo gasolina.

Te incendió con mi rap eso es pura adrenalina

Mi tierra la extraño nunca olvidare mi casa

Un saludo para todos mis latinos y mi raza

Now give me the Reeses cup bitch

Yada yada yada yada, something bout a square

New meme Juice Box bout to go Blair

Like the Witch, that's the sitch

Halloween night bout to wake up in a ditch.

And I'm stacking up dinero

Got this young man feeling like George Romero

Pick the bone clean always saw it in the tarots

Dig a little deeper boy you almost skipped the marrow

I don't really know

I don't really know

Yada yada

Yada yada

My goldfish took a little holiday

Left me feeling sour like that Minute Maid

One day he said he want to go to outer space

So I made a little rocket outta Gatorade bottles

Catch your grandma at the Walmart

And she gonna catch the fade

I don't really give a fuck

Im just tryna get paid

I'll smoke your grandad too

If he even looks my way

I'll kick your little sister

In her motherfucking face

That's that shit you learn in Florida

When you smoking K2

Hold that shit up in my chest

Boy I'm bout to turn blue

Im might mosey down to Target

Man and buy me that canoe

@jadest0ne

[simpforboys]

halloween party

she/her pronouns

summary: vinnie and y/n finally let the sexual tension get the best of them

warnings: smut, dirty talk, getting fucked while looking in the mirror (and filming a tik tok), fluff, swear words, drinking

y/n sat on her phone scrolling through tik tok when a ding made her eyes look towards the top. 

vincent: u tryna match for the halloween party or what?

y/n: what u wanna be?

vinnie: idk look on spirit or we can go

y/n: come pick me up

y/n got out of bed, slipping on her converse and fixing her hair. the hype house was throwing a halloween party this year and y/n was invited. 

she adored everything about halloween and was beyond stoked for the party. 

her and vinnie had been talking for about two months now. they were both aware of the mutual feelings, but decided not to rush anything.

twenty minutes later a knock on the apartment door startled her. peeping through the peephole, y/n opened it to vinnie’s welcoming face.

“hi, y/n.”

“hi, vincent.”

vinnie wrapped his arms around y/n in an embrace that lasted a little longer then it should have. “alright, ready to go?” vinnie finally pulled away (even if it hurt him).

“yep. are you gonna buy us food too? i haven’t eaten yet,” y/n grinned.

“y/n, it’s literally-“

“i haven’t gotten out of bed. let’s get food then go to spirit.”

-

after a quick stop at in n out, the teenagers left to the halloween shop. “oh my god i’m so excited,” y/n said as they walked in.

vinnie grinned. “we need to think about what we’re gonna be. i don’t want something cliche, because you’re not cliche,” vinnie said.

y/n grinned.

“if we do something sexy then our fans will go crazy,” y/n suggested.

“i think i would go crazy too,” vinnie (half) joked.

y/n and vinnie began wandering around the store. “what about harley quinn and the joker?” vinnie asked.

“do you know how many harley quinn and jokers there are going to be?” y/n raised her eyebrows.

“right.”

“okay, i have an idea.”

-

y/n stalked into the party, her high heeled boots clicking against the floor. fishnet tights trailed up her legs, connecting to a tight red velvet skirt. a matching black corset held her breasts up as she clamped down on the fake vampire teeth in her mouth, blood splattered on her lips and face.

vinnie, who was wearing a tight black outfit with red accents, practically felt his stomach drop. “god damn, is that y/n?” he heard jack ask.

“vinnie!” jett snapped the blond out of his trance.

“i think you got a little bit of drool on your lip,” jack teased.

“fuck off,” vinnie rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his modelo beer.

“hey, vin,” y/n came over. vinnie swear he felt something unleash inside of him. she looked beyond stunning even closer.

“hey guys! you look great,” y/n complimented the rest of the boys who dressed up as zombies.

“thanks, y/n! you look so good! definitely showed vinnie up,” jett joked.

“did i? maybe,” y/n grinned, looking at vinnie who was blushing madly.

his blond curls fell neatly on his face, matching blood stains on his chin and plump lips as his vampire teeth stuck out.

“vin, come get a drink with me?” y/n asked, holding out her hand.

vinnie immediately grabbed y/n’s hand. “i’ll see you later,” he nodded towards jack and jett.

“yeah, whatever, simp!” jett called out.

“use protection!” jack teased.

vinnie rolled his eyes, allowing his right hand to connect with y/n’s lower back as he guided her towards the bar.

“you look absolutely stunning, babe,” vinnie whispered in her ear. michael jackson’s thriller blasting throughout the house causing both their ears to almost ache.

“so do you, vincent. practically all the girls here are getting horny looking at you,” y/n joked.

“including me,” she added.

vinnie felt his stomach turn to knots. “as if all the dudes aren’t eye fucking you,” he brought up.

“you included or not?” y/n smirked, feeling vinnie pull her closer.

“hmmm, maybe.”

“you’re cute, vincent,” y/n hummed, their lips practically touching.

“pictures!” kouver yelled, snapping a pic of the teenagers before running off.

“that reminds me, we have to do thirst traps later,” y/n said. vinnie nodded.

“we can go up to my room?”

“and leave so soon? party just started,” y/n teased.

“i’m practically dying to get out of here,” vinnie mumbled.

“lead the way.”

vinnie grabbed y/n’s hand, leading her upstairs. hoping no one was trying to have sex in his room, he was relieved to see hera sleeping peacefully on his bed.

“hera, my baby!” y/n awed quietly. the loud music continued to blast throughout the house, but it wasn’t as miserable with vinnie.

y/n plopped herself down on vinnie’s bed, stroking hera gently while scrolling through tik tok.

“wanna make one?” she asked, showing vinnie her saved audios.

vinnie perked up in his office chair. y/n stood back up, surprising vinnie when she sat on his lap.

he instinctively placed his hands on her thighs, rolling them over to the mirror. after they selected an audio, y/n turned began filming and lip syncing the lyrics.

vinnie followed after she did her transition, trying to distract himself from the hot girl sitting on his lap. unfortunately, his body got the best of him.

however, y/n was practically throbbing. vinnie’s boner pressed directly against her ass leaving her lace panties soaking wet.

vinnie could feel that. so, when y/n saved the tik tok to her drafts, vinnie made a decision.

“y/n?”

“hm?” she hummed. the sexual tension was so harsh it was eating them alive.

“can i kiss you?”

“please,” y/n begged, placing her lips on vinnie’s. he hungrily kissed her back, cupping her face as she deepened the kiss.

“fuck,” vinnie groaned when y/n began grinding down on him.

“you’re so fucking hot,” she whispered. her hot breath hit vinnie’s face as he gripped onto her thighs, guiding her on top.

“you show up here in this tight little skirt knowing it’ll get a rise outta me, huh?” vinnie asked.

y/n whimpered as vinnie started rubbing circles on her clit through her panties. “i had to get you to notice me,” y/n replied.

“i’ve noticed you, baby,” vinnie sucked harshly on her neck.

“fuck vinnie, please,” y/n moaned.

“please what, hm?” he hummed, well aware of how she was feeling as she rolled her hips back and forth on his clothed dick.

“fuck me.”

vinnie rolled her skirt up, grabbing her jaw and making her look at them in the mirror.

“watch yourself get fucked by my cock,” he said, freeing his aching dick as he tapped it on her clit.

y/n moaned, her pussy aching as vinnie slid her panties to the side. she watched (and felt) the way vinnie slid into her, both of them whimpering.

“you’re so fucking sexy,” vinnie groaned as y/n started slowly bouncing.

“wait-“ y/n breathed out, grabbing her phone and unlocking it. “are you serious-“

“shhh,” she pressed her lips to his in a heated kiss. clicking on a chase atlantic audio, she moved her skirt.

turning the phone to the mirror, she recorded both of them. “fuck that’s so hot,” vinnie mumbled into her shoulder, his cock twitching at how she began grinding her hips.

“that’s going to my drafts,” she whimpered as vinnie began fucking back into her.

“like the way i fill you up, hm?” he hummed, taking his tattooed hand and bringing it up to her neck.

“vinnie, please-“

“please what? use your words.”

“please let me come,” y/n moaned.

vinnie felt his cock ache at her words. “cum on my cock, baby.”

y/n felt filthy as she came around vinnie’s dick. pornographic moans escaped her mouth as vinnie rubbed circles on her clit.

y/n squeezed her eyes closed, falling back against vinnie as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm.

“good fucking girl,” he whimpered.

“cum inside me, vinnie. please,” y/n begged, her legs aching and sore but she needed vinnie. hearing him being a whimpering mess under her, his head thrown back with his blond curls laid against his forehead, she felt another orgasm quickly approaching.

vinnie shot his cum out feeling y/n’s walls clench around him. “fuck,” the both moaned. vinnie kissed y/n tenderly as they tried to catch their breath.

y/n laid against vinnie, his cock still inside her as they just breathed together. vinnie’s hands were wrapped around y/n’s waist as he held her tightly.

“please be my girlfriend,” vinnie said.

y/n grinned, pushing vinnie’s sweaty hair out of his face. “of course, babe.”

[blackberry-gingham]

All That Was

Vampire!Gambit x fem!reader

A little (early) Halloween special courtesy of conversation ideas from @samatedeansbroccoli

Summary: New Orleans may not be your home- but there was a time, and a man, who once made it feel so. Over time, he slipped away from you, and just when you thought he was at last gone for good- He came back to you changed forever. But... Is he really lost for good?

Tags: Angst (woooo boy), Vampire AU, blood/violence, some vampire lore and mythos usage but I'm sure you guys will be fine

Tag List: @greenheart99

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New Orleans- A city of lights. Of music. Of colors and sounds and history and spirits.

Ever since you first arrived all those months ago, you found Louisiana to be hot and humid and little else but long days of work and lonely nights.

But you didn't always feel like this. That's what hurts the most.

Even with the coming of fall things have hardly seemed to change, but lately the weather has taken a rather sharp turn towards something cooler. At daylight, things feel almost comfortable now. At night, the lingering humidity turns to swirling mist in the roadside lamplight.

This is the thirteenth time you've missed your ride home- Each night seems to get worse and worse. Brushing the shoulders of uncertain strangers. Rushing past the shadowed alleys. Dancing around the light, trying to keep to safety. You have yet to meet an ill encounter just yet, and you have no designs to find one.

All you can do is pray it stays that way.

Your shoes tap harshly on the pavement up to your house. In truth, it's hardly more then a run down little shed. On the edge of town, it doesn't offer much safety on its own, but... You have to take what you can afford.

They say these very streets are home to the spirits of this ancient town. At first you scoffed. Superstition at best, and all that-

Now you know better.

Things go missing. Noises at night that you can't explain. Moving shadows. And if you look a little too long into those long, impossibly dark alleys... You can swear you hear voices. Whispering. They speak in a tongue you can't decipher, but your conscious tells you perhaps it's best that way.

On a night like this, a knock at your door is the last thing you want to hear- But the raps come softly, calmly. And yet somehow that makes it all the less comforting. Maybe it's been a long day. Maybe your curiosity got the better of you. Maybe you're just too stupid to be living in a city like this... But you at least want to catch a peak.

A small, cracked and beaten peep hole is all you have, but it's more then enough to make out...

Him.

You take a few steps back, sheer instinct alone taking over. Tap tap tap No... No you don't dare tangle yourself in this again. The knocks come again, a little more insistent this time, "Tsk tsk, come on Cher- Gambit hear you in d'ere", he laughs.

Fucker.

A click and a flash- the creature hisses, shielding his face from the sudden assault of light from your porch. Long and tall in that old duster, Gambit blinks and squints back at you. Five gnats zip around the buzzing porch light, the lifeless bodies of many before them trapped up under the plastic.

"Remy...", you address him cautiously. Even opening your door was giving him too much- "I thought we talked about this"

"Did we? Gambit got a bad mem'ry Cher, you know dat", he chuckles softly, feigning innocent ignorance. You don't answer right away. Instead you check one more time to make sure your defense is in place. It's a quick glance, but not fast enough to escape his notice.

Gambit follows your gaze up. You've painted your porch since the last time he saw you- a nice, haint blue.

He points his chin up in it's direction, "Who you tryna' keep out, a'nayway? Now don' tell me you went an' replaced ole Gambit already", Gambit cocks his head and searches the room over your shoulder, a thin veneer of playfulness covering the accusation.

A little too thin.

His maroon eyes glow in this low, murky night. They always do- But that charming little feature won't work on you. It's a trick. It always is with him.

You take a few steps back from the door, closing it off just that much more, "I think you should be getting on", you reply firmly- but not even your own resolution can keep the nerves out of your voice. Too bad too...

Weakness is a dangerous thing to have around a man like him. You know it all too well.

Gambit rushes to meet the closing door, seeming to forget about the ritual in place. He collapses against said force keeping him out- Like a glass window, separating the two worlds with an invisible field, the paint does it's magic. But oh- you'd be a fool to think that will stop him from his crusade, "Naw, now don' be like that! At least hear Gambit out!", he begs.

You slip the door to a crack, only enough to reveal a sliver of your face. Why not? He can't reach you anyway- a little final say surely won't hurt.

Right?

"There's nothing to talk about Rem-"

"Aw darlin', you know I wish you wouldn' call me that-", he interrupts with a pathetic plea.

A miffed huff escapes you first before, "And what am I supposed to say? Ga-"

"I always use'ta like when you'd say 'handsome'-", his black eyes seem unusually glassy. Large and wet as they look up at you in the night from under long, red lashes. His pitiful, forlorn gaze dares to break into a small smile once he sees he's gotten to you, "or 'trouble'- Hell, I'd take even red"

You hold his eyes in yours for a long while... Until you blink. And blink again. And shake your head. Anything to get that voice of his out.

Gambit drops lower and lower still, getting under your downcast gaze and into view. He shakes his head slowly, terrified of your answer, "Well wait, wait! Jus' let me in, all I wanna do is talk-", he's slid so far down, he waits on bended knees- pleading for you to hear him.

"...I miss you, darlin"

"Oh, go tell it to the others!", you snap back.

"Others? There ain't no others Cher, I-!"

You scoff, "No others huh? Is that what you told Anna-Marie?"

He pauses, a look on his face like he'd caught a slap. Gambit thinks for a moment, rising slowly to stand, "Maybe... but she don' want Gambit no mo'. Not like this-", he examines his hand. Far too pale, the skin is sick, all but translucent in the moonlight, "No one do..."

"And I'm supposed to feel sorry for you?"

Gambit looks away, dejectedly. Cleverly. Then finally, a moment of honesty, "Non. An dat's what I like 'bout you- You don' feel bad for no one", he laughs quietly, "Not less'n they deserve it, at least..."

He calms himself a moment, looking at you sadly once more with those innocent eyes and snake like charm, "You know, you was always my best girl, Cher... Dat ain't change"

You look away, a silent sigh escaping you. As though that simple act will be enough to dispel his hold on you, you push a little more, "So that's it, huh- I'm just your place to crash now?"

Gambit clicks his tongue- Perhaps he feels you are the one with the captivating spells, you think. After all, it would certainly explain the way he, too, is compelled to turn away from your guilt inducing stare.

"If'n you don' wanna see Gambit no mo', he understand. It's jus'... Things got real bad wit' da X-Men an' all-", He rests his forehead on the door frame, his eyes fixed on the white paint of your porch boards.

His voice is quiet and low- too much so to be the man you know, "Dey say, there ain't no cure. Den dey say, they wanna keep Gambit for testin' an' ta watch. Wolverine just wanna kill him an get it o'er with- 'Too risky keepin' Gambit alive, he say"

When next he looks up, at long last- your eyes catch his in the Louisiana moonlight. He looks away one more time, almost abashedly, before returning with eyes turned up softly, "I din' know if'n I'd see you again- Gambit jus' thought... maybe one last time, jus' in case- You know"

You lean casually against the door frame. Perhaps, just this once, you can make a little time for an old flame, "How long have you been running?"

"Days... Weeks, more like. Gambit come all da way down from New York-", Gambit sniffs, but disguises it as a snort- even as he sharply swipes the tears from his eyes, "You don' know what it's like darlin'- Gambit been eatin'... Wild animals in the dead a' night-", he sniffs again, this time not giving a damn how he sounds-

His voice drops one more octave, low and wavering and forlorn. There was so much more he wanted out of life... From himself. With you. And now? Now he's cursed with unliving- An eternity as a ghost. A shadow in the dark. An infinity of time to mourn the old life of his... The one that, from now on, will go unlived.

"Gambit don' know what ta do... He lost Cher"

Strange really... When you first found out about this serial flirter of yours, you were quick to turn him out. If he wanted to be free so badly, who were you to tie him down?

And yet- he always came back to you.

Who can say why we do the things we do? Pity for the wicked. Forgiveness for the undeserving. Grace for the monster- You kept in touch. You saw him whenever he could slip away from the X-Men. He was so sweet on that Rogue woman... Like he could never let her go.

You thought for sure that the day he didn't come back, it would be thanks to her. Poor girl- you doubt she ever had a clue about you.

Once upon a time, he was gone for a long while... You were ready to let him go. To let her have him. To wish that red headed devil well and good riddance. Then, one fine fateful day- he came back. The damn fool actually came back.

Just as he always did.

Crashing up the steps of your porch. Skittering and hunkering into the deepest corner he could. Smoke billowing, burning off of him- like holy incense from a censer. The sun was half hidden behind all the clouds of evening- Hardly mid day at all, and yet... All you remember is the putrid stench of burning flesh and hair.

Oh how he begged to be let inside. And you, the bleeding hearted idiot- You invited him in.

In the shade of your home, he looked at you in a way you don't know you'll ever forget. The horror engraved in that man's face... His skin blistering and frighteningly pale. Open sores like a far gone addict. Gaunt cheeks and hands like a ghoul in the revealing light. His eyes were neither here nor anywhere, as they darted, full of fear, around the room.

God knows when he was bitten- but that was the day he'd finally turned. And the man you knew? The man your impossible heart dared to love- He was dead.

Then.

And now.

And for all the rest of his hollow life.

He came back often in those days. He'd disappear all night, and return at break of day. In a bizarre, twisted way- things were just as they used to be. Back in the beginning. Back when you'd first met. When you were still in love and you were his only girl-

But this was no fantasy. This was no walk down memory lane any more then this man, this... Thing- was Remy LeBeau.

Not anymore.

The dynamic had changed. The mood shifted- Before it had always been Thief and Citizen. Human and Mutant... Now? Day by trying day, it felt closer and closer to Hunter and Prey.

On the day he finally bit you- Well, you knew it was a long time coming. And nary one you should've been surprised for.

In the days after, you worried incessantly about infection. About becoming like... he was. The days past and he was long gone. Nothing. Whatever he had done, it wasn't to turn you- just to feed.

In the end, you think that was the part that hurt most.

Even when he's so far gone. So busy losing himself. Even through all that... He didn't want to hurt you- Not in the way he had been.

And in that moment, as you look down upon him- This creature of the dark. This pitiful monster. This hopeless sinner. You don't know what comes over you- be it a lasting, longsuffering inkling of compassion, or a wild, unchecked surge of foolishness, but...

You reach out your hand, just outside of the door's ritual barrier, to touch his face. Your fingers tremble, cold and aching, as you tuck them under his chin. At your insistence, he lifts his head up, and for a moment... You can almost remember why you loved him.

Unspoken words and the weight of unfulfilled hours and days and months- a lifetime, pass between you. For a long while yet, holding on desperately in some attempt to make up for the times that could have been. And all that while, Gambit watches helplessly as you stand from behind the safety of your doorframe.

"...Promise Gambit you be careful out d'ere Cher", Gambit move to kiss your hand tenderly. His lips are cool, and deceptively soft as they hide their sharp, keen fangs. He pulls away for a moment, only one- Hardly a breath apart, he kisses it again. Then again and again, one hand coming up to join the other in cupping yours.

And you let him. Damn you- but...

You let him.

Your fingers curl, as though deciding only too slowly how to react to this desperate touch of his. Gambit flinches in response, far too afraid to let you go- his lips drag languidly over your skin until one fang catches your knuckle. He growls and you dare not hope he means it playfully. Pointed incisors nip at your index- Never hard enough to break skin, but just enough to send those long forgotten shivers down your spine.

Gambit's hand crawls up your wrist, just as far as the barrier will let him. He stops just bellow your elbow, and in a show almost worthy of praise- His purple eyes meet yours, begging and yearning for just a few more seconds of you and you alone. Begging to adore you. Yearning to touch- if only you'll let him.

His lips close once more around your finger, sucking softly. No fangs, no teeth- just lip and tongue, as he savors this moment. He stands slowly, feeling your pulse beat inside his mouth. Even as he rises to try again, his eyes picking out yours from the darkness- your is mind clear. Numb.

Things always end the same with him... You've trotted this dance too many times. Seen all his tricks. Heard all his pleas.

Too many times to be phased by it now. This man, this monster. His gaze is hypnotic, even now with the dark, sickly ring of undeath surrounding them. But if you look closely... Just a little closer still... It's like you can see past it.

You know... his eyes are still every bit as vibrant as they always were. When he was alive. When he loved you.

Those eyes, oh but those eyes...

Your face inches out as the seconds slip by. From the safety of your doorframe, to the exposed outside. All sense leaves you, your mind consumed by that burning gaze. Gambit lets you go- Lets you come to him yourself. You press a slow, gentle kiss to his scruffy jawline floating nearby for a little too long. His skin is so, so cold...

And you? You're so, so fucking warm.

Gambit kisses you back. Once then twice. And again and again as you hang outside the doorframe.

His lips are coarse and nearly miss yours the first time around. When at last he connected with you, it was gentle. Too gentle for a creature like him- With the next and the one after that, they came more hungrily. More assertive. As his hands claw at the force holding him back from you, fingers raking desperately at an invisible wall as he drinks you in. Like he could never get enough...

After some time, he realizes he can't take any more of you- Not like this.

He pulls his mouth away, just for a moment as your breath fades to steam in the night, but never for a moment too long- He attacks again, a hungry assault on your lips from his. Gambit growls deep in his throat- a sound you can feel, straight down to your core.

Gambit leans back in, only to nibble on your lip. His teeth let you go, drifting down down down… Your chin. Your jaw. And then...

He growls again, but now... different. With a quality to it that you can't quite define. Low. Menacing. Threatening- Before you can open your eyes and inquire, his fangs sink into your neck.

You gasp, then shriek in pain as the hypnotic spell abandons you.

The first reaction is easy- you push him back, to no avail. He growls ravenously, tearing at your flesh. Lapping at your throat. All too quick, the edge of your vision turns an eerie black. Yet somehow, all the world seems too vibrant. Too far away. You push one more time.... but your strength leaves you by the second.

It's all you can do to get away- You put all your weight into falling back, his teeth ripping away more of you as you stumble back within the barrier of your doorway.

Gambit howls in dismay, watching with a growling panic as you crawl on the floor, pulling further and further away.

"Please!", he claws wildly, begging and pleading like a wild dog- like a craving addict, at the forces holding him back, "I'm starving!", he cries and cries, beating madly against the holy wall. You stagger to your feet- the shock almost matching your disgust as you watch the scene unfold.

A horrific frame of your dark door and the streams of moonlight behind- all merely focuses you in on this snarling, monster of hunger.

"Please please pleas-!", he falls to the floor, putting fruitless, but tireless effort into getting to your warm body. He scratches and snarls and wails- and as the seconds go by. As the madness unfolds. Every moment you're faced with the reminder...

The Gambit you knew died a long time ago.

You drag yourself to your feet- even now, a look akin to pity befalls you as your hand finds the back of your door. Gambit, or the creature that now posses his body, shakes his head desperately. "No... no no no-", he begs and claws and writhes against the wisps of your door as even the smallest shred of dignity and feigned humanity leave him in its closing.

"No no n-!"

When at long last, the lock clicks shut, the void is filled no longer by the gentle, polite knocks of before- but by the pounding. Hands and fists and bloody, broken nails upon your door. But he won't be getting in...

Not now.

Not ever again.

And as you walk away, your own hand up to staunch the bleeding of your fresh wound, all you can hear are his cries- over and over and over again, it haunts you. It follows you across the kitchen. Into your bathroom. Up to your bed. Over and over, in various shrieks and groans, until you can be sure you'll never hear the word the same way again-

"Please"

[ghostwasfound]

Trick-or-treat <3

Just a bunch of lil' idea's about spending halloween with mcyts :D

Happy halloween !! <3

Pairings: bench trio x reader (platonic), dreamteam x reader (platonic)

Pronouns: they/them

Genre: fluff :]

Summary: halloween with ur fav boys ^^

Warnings: mentions of jumpscares ? a few cuss words, one inappropriate joke

Bench trio

-omg Halloween would be so much fun

- c o s t u m e c o m p e t i t i o n

- First of all, you cant tell me Tommy wouldn't get mighty competitive with costumes

- he still looks a lil' dumb <3

- Ranboo comes in his own cosplay-

- Tubbo literally b e g s you to help him prank Ranboo

- So y'all go and hide some stupid pop up toy outside his door

- He doesn't get scared

- Tubbo still finds it hilarious

- You guys all go trick-or-treating because who cares about age

- too old to go trick-or-treating? says who

- obviously not tubbo because he is very persistent on the idea of going trick-or-treating

- and so you guys all put on costumes with masks, just to try make sure nobody recognizes you, and go out door-to-door knocking, trying to hold in laughter at the reactions of the people inside expecting some small kid or young teenager and being faced with 6'6 ranboo.

- As soon as they shut the door you all burst out in fits of laughter

- you and ranboo take everyone else's candy

- commence you two hiding in a tiny cupboard eating all the best candy you can find in your stash

- tommy and tubbo standing outside waiting for you guys to come out to scare you

- they succeed

-tbh the rest of halloween is spent just tryna prank eachother

- 10/10

- if instead of trick or treating you guys decide to stay in and watch horror movies

- i apologize for your ears

- tubbo on one end of the couch, laughing at all the scary scenes and making dumb jokes about it

- ranboo just tryna watch the movie

- Tommy screaming at literally everything

- its chaos

- but hey, it was probably one of your favorite nights of the year :]

Dream Team

- You guys didnt tell the fans.

- then you just randomly post some photos of you four in costumes and twitter FREAKS out

- step one to breaking the internet tbh

- you all go to dream and sapnaps house

-omg omg omg dream goes so over-the-top with it

- but in the best way possible

- he decorates the whole house

- makes a massive blanket fort surrounding his TV

- PATCHES

-patches gets put in a halloween costume but she HATES it so you eventually take it off after a few photos

- *insert dramatic queen patches acting like she just got murdered so you give her cuddles*

- george doesn't care too much for halloween but seeing his friends all be so excited really puts him in the spirit.

- lets be real george probably wears an among us costume and thinks he's the funniest man alive smh

- okay dream puts a lot of effort into his costume

- if you really wanted to, eveyone cosplays their dsmp! character

- this would make for the coolest photo shoot

- you and dream bake a whole bunch of really cool treats

- george and sapnap are probably goofing off somewhere annoying patches

- eventually you guys all go on a movie marathon

- watching all the classic slasher movies

- if you get scared easily get ready to be relentlessly teased by these boys

- except for sapnap

- sapnap is hiding his face through half the movie

- sapnap will hold your hand with the excuse of "you look scared" but everyone knows he is just doing it because he hates horror movies and needs comfort

- if you like horror movies you get two options

1. join in teasing sapnap

2. scold the others for being mean to poor lil sappy nappy </3

- literally so much fun

- tbh you guys dont even eat dinner, just snack on candy and the little sweets you and dream baked

- okay you guys would definitely carve pumpkins

- by the end of it pumpkin guts are everywhere

- sapnap probably raged somewhere along the way and now his poor pumpkin is very ugly </3

- george goes for something way too ambitious

- probably says he's gonna draw dream

- makes it really ugly

- dream actually tries

- his is either a normal jack-o-lantern or its his smiley face

- gotta stay on brand

- honestly so much fun

-you guys probably dont sleep that night

- very tired the next day

- but overall worth it

[escapadeist]

For ask! 6,8,11and 19

Have a nice day! We should talk sometime mutual!

Heyyo fellow mutual,

First off, thenks for asking, here's a piece of candy for tomorrow 🍭.

Secondly, hope you're doing great!

Now, my answers are...

6. Yep, I love horror. Was a big fan from an early age. Movies, shows, books everything. Love psychological thrillers more tho so..

8. Uk I'm Indian, so haven't had any particular customs as such. But would love to. I do remember quite a few Hallownights spent outside alone in the night, to test the waters, one might say. Jk.. eheheh. I mostly go around telling people ghost stories, I have ample.

11. Ummm that's a toughie, but I'll have to say, the Ring franchise was pretty unnerving. And there was this Japanese movie, Shutter. I couldn't sleep or take pics days after that. Randomly popped up on TV one fine day. Also, Blair Witch Project. And love gore-y stuff so a German movie I can't remember the name of, that too.

19. Ok so story time. Once, I went out with a friend to this halloween themed cafe on the 31st October of 2018 I think? Yeah so anywho, as we were returning, her vehicle broke down. And we were, like the idiots we were, tryna make it past this kinda abandoned stretch of road, (I'm a sucka for abandoned shit, wayyy cooler than modern, new ones) so, anywho, we couldn't drive so we stood there n called home, and since this is not a horror movie, we did have proper network and my folks picked up the call too. My Mom yelled at me ofcourse then we told her we were gonna be late, and started dragging the two wheeler. N I shit you not! That road, which was covered by these dense foresty hills on both sides was so dark and gloomy at night. A streetlight ahead flickered, and went out, clichè ik! But hold on to your socks, we saw this man, stark naked, running at us! He was covered in mud all over. We screamed like lil shits and I remember trying to pull my friend by her jacket off the road and haul her ass behind me, that man kept getting closer n closer and then we just stopped dead in our tracks idk why, but he passed us yelling curses in the air and we swore he would come back, so we took cover behind some trees, in the forest, at night! Ik, classic rookie chick-who-gets-killed-in-the-first-15-mins-of-a-horror-movie-shit but we had no choice, the nearest shop or residence was like half a mile away. Then that man, as expected came back! This time with something in his hand. A sharp object! And I just remembered him seeing us and slowly taking steps towards us aaaaand that's when I woke up in my bed on the morning of Halloween of 2018. Ik, buzzkill. But I'm a storyteller and writer at heart. Couldn't kill this opportunity to write something spooky. Anywho, hope u liked it. Please don't murder me for the sappy ending. As for real experiences of the paranormal kind, I've had a few, but none around Halloween and those are a story for another time, I believe it's a day of good spirits! (Pun intended)

I think this is the longest ask answer ever! But ehh who cares. Hope you have a great day and especially spooky Halloween!

Much ghostly whispers,

- B

[logancreatesworlds]

Black Folks Don’t Do That Shit (Pt. 2)

Author’s Note:  Hello everyone!  I know it’s been a while since I’ve published anything new.  But here is part 2!  Hope y’all like it!

Warnings:  All the vampirisms - creepiness, blood-drinking, etc.

Disclaimer:  None of the images used are mine.

You breathed peacefully as the smell of frying chicken wafted through the kitchen.

The closer it got to Halloween, the more it rained.

And yet, despite the chill in the air, your spirits were high and your heart was full.

Yet, a question - the question, weighed down on your mind.

“Smells good,” A familiar voice said.

You turned around to see Nakia walk into the kitchen.

“Really?  Thanks.  It’s my grandma’s recipe.”

“Your grandmother?  Interesting.  I wonder what other delicious things your family has created.”

“Well, grandma made a lot of recipes.  She had bananas foster, sweet potato pie...”

You turn to her.

“Oh, and pineapple upsidedown cake!”

Nakia looked at you with predatory eyes as his mouth twisted into a puckered smirk.

“What?”

“I wasn’t referring to food.”

Before you could reply, Ayo came in.

“Mr. Udaku has awoken, my lady.”

“Thank you,” Nakia said, dismissing her as quickly as she came.

“Mr. Udaku’s sleeping awfully late,” you commented, turning back to your cooking, “Is he okay?”

“He is fine.  Merely a small cold.”

“Explains why I haven’t met him yet.  But at least he likes my fried chicken.  I could fire up some soup if you like.”

“Would you?”

“Of course!”

“Thank you,” Nakia said gratefully.

Unbeknownst to you, as you fired up another stovetop, Nakia was looking at your ass.

_

Later that Evening

You quietly padded up to the stairs, a silver tray in your hands.

On it lied a bowl of crab soup, which steamed with spices, and a glass of orange juice.

Once you got to the top of the stairs, you walked down the hall up to the large red door.

Ayo, who had been standing at the door, gave you a slight nod and went to open it.

Yet, Nakia beat her to it.

“Ah (Y/N),” she greeted with a thousand-watt smile, “Come on in.  There is someone I’d like you to meet.”

You walked in, deliberately trying to miss her skimpy pink robe.  But to your surprise, Mr. Udaku was not in his bed.

“Where is he?”

Just then, a tall figure ghosted out of the large walk-in closet.

“Here,” he said, “You must be (Y/N).”

You almost gasped at how handsome he was.

6′0 tall, black, muscled and with eyes as deep as a panther in a nighttime jungle.

No wonder Nakia’s wearing that tiny ass robe.

Wait, you thought anxiously, Were he and Nakia fucking?!  Oh, shit shit shiiiit.  I need to go.

“Yes well,” you said, “It’s nice to finally meet you.  I um...got your soup.”

“How kind of you,” he replied, gliding past you and returning to bed, “You are...everything Nakia said you were.”

Damn, his accent is nice.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Is it, my love?”  Nakia asked, laying beside him.

T’Challa’s cat-like eyes looked you up and down with a dark approval and bit his lip, “Yes.  Very much so.”

“Isn’t she lovely?  Okoye found her at the farmer’s market.”

“The one always full of people.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Mhmm...”

She kissed that spot between his cheek and neck.

“(Y/N),” T’Challa said, “Would you mind turning around for me and giving me a little...spin?”

You furrowed your brow but nevertheless did as he asked.

“Mmmm perfect,” he purred.

“Glad I’m making a good impression,” you said wryly, “Where should I put your food?”

“On the table is fine.  That will be all.”

“Thank you,” Nakia called as you left.

You quietly padded out of the room.

God those two are weird.  Oh well.  At least they pay well.

_

The Day Before Halloween

“Yes mom I’m safe,” you assured as you held your cellphone closer, “Stop worrying so much.”

“I know I just...,” she sighed, “Are you sure you trust this couple you’re workin’ for?”

“Yeah!  They pay me 17$ an hour even when I’m cooking, free room and board with all the fixings and when I do cook I get to wear my PJs.  What more could a girl want?”

“Exactly.  They’re being awfully generous.  This just rubs me the wrong way.  They could be tryna do something to you.  They could be tryna keep you as some sorta sex slave.”

You busted out laughing, “Mom, please.  You’re overreacting.  Black folks don’t do that shit.  Plus I like it.  They’re a little weird but...they’re nice.  I feel...like I’m at home.”

“You have a home,” she said, a little hurt, “With me and Sunny, remember?”

“Yeah...of course,” you lied, “Listen I uh...gotta go.  I’ll call you later okay?”

“Alright.  I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You hung up and quietly sat on your bed, shivering as you caved into yourself.

You would never have a home, not with that man.

Then, a couple minutes later...

KNOCK.  KNOCK.

“(Y/N)?  (Y/N) are you in there?”  Nakia asked.

“Yeah.  Yeah, I am,” you said, sitting up and trying to look presentable, “Come on in.”

“Forgive me for the intrusion,” she said as she came in, melodious and beautiful as ever, “I just wanted to see if you were alright?”

“Yeah.  Of course, I am!”  You chirped, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“No particular reason.  It’s just that sometimes we spend so much of our lives caring for others, we forget that we need people to care about us.  So I ask you...”

She sits down beside you.

“Are you okay?”

You breathe real rough, “Actually...no, no I’m not.”

“What’s wrong?”  She asked, cascading an arm over you.

Your head fit perfectly into her neck.

“It’s...it’s hard to talk about.”

“Well, you don’t have to hide things from me.  And it is unhealthy to keep things bottled up.  Besides,” she said, tipping your chin up so you could meet her eyes, “You can tell me anything.”

Her breath smelled like mint and something else metallic that you couldn’t place.

Yet, she was so...hypnotizing.

“I um...,” your mind was getting clouded, “I’ll tell you later tonight.  During dinner?”

“Sure.”

“And I’m sure Mr. Udaku wants to join us.  We could have dinner - just the three of us?”

“Of course,” Nakia said with a smile, “It’s like you read my mind.”

_

You hummed softly to Lizzo’s BET performance of Truth Hurts as you skimmed down the sauces aisle looking for Auntie Mae’s Barbecue Sauce.

You needed it for the ribs.

You bit your lit and nodded as her flute screeched in your ears.

You didn’t know why everything seemed to be falling into place.

Maybe it was the weather, the season?

You smiled.

No, you thought, This new job is good for me.

“Miss,” a voice said, “Can I help you find something?”

You turned around to see a store attendant eyeing you.

“No thanks,” you replied, “I’m good.”

“Are you sure?  Because I can help you find anything you need-”

“She said she was fine,” a familiar voice growled.

You looked over your shoulder and there they were.

“Uh s-sorry sir,” the attendant said nervously as T’Challa glared him down.

“Perhaps you should listen better,” Nakia hissed, her brown eyes narrowing.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Get out of our sight,” T’Challa snarled.

He stalked toward the man slowly, as if he was ready to pounce.

“Yes, sir.  R-right away sir.”

As soon as the man was gone, the pair sunk back to normal and began chuckling.

“You two are wrong for that,” you said with an amused smile.

“Oh come on,” Nakia laughed, clutching her pink trench coat collar, “That was too funny.”

“Yes,” T’Challa agreed, “And he was asking for it anyway.”

“What are you two doing out anyway?”

“Well T’Challa needed some air and we wanted to surprise you.”

“How did you even know where I was?”  You asked, plucking your desired bottle of sauce from the aisle.

“This store carries the finest ingredients in town.  We figured you’d be here.  Now, come.  Let us live this day to the fullest and return home.  I am famished.”

_

The three of you laughed as you walked in through the front door, caramel apples and grocery bags in hand.

“And she told me she tried to twerk,” Nakia said, busting out laughing, “Can you believe it, a Nordic woman trying to twerk?  My goodness.”

“I’m upset you didn’t get it on camera,” T’Challa guffawed.

“Y’all are crazyyyyyy,” you giggle, “Now go relax.  I gotta cook dinner.”

The two relax as you unpack the food, wash it and turn it into a culinary masterpiece over the span of a few hours.

“Dinner’s ready!”  You called once everything was done.

_

“My dear this is so delicious,” T’Challa commented as the three of you dined on ribs, mac and cheese, yams and collard greens.

“I agree,” Nakia purred, “The ribs are not too tough and the greens don’t have all that damned ham stuffed into it.”

“Yeah my mom always used to do that when I was younger,” you said, “I hated it.  So I promised myself I’d learn how to make my own greens.”

“Thank Bast for promises,” T’Challa said, sipping his wine.

“Bast?”

“Mhmm.  Bast is the goddess of all things good.  She is a being of protection, love, and comfort.”

“I thought she was the goddess of cats.”

He chuckles, “Yes.  Cats too.”

“That’s cool!  Have you studied Egyptian mythology before?”

T’Challa smiled, “Let’s just say I know a lot.”

You furrowed your brow but soon forgot your confusion when Nakia ran to the fridge.

“I am so glad you came to us (Y/N),” she chirped, “You do not know how long we’ve been waiting for someone like you.”

“Someone like me?”

“Mhmm,” Nakia answered, returning with a glass of wine, “Someone who would make us whole again - make this family whole again.”

“I thought I was just your chef,” you said as Nakia popped the cork and filled your glass.

“Oh no my dear,” she said, “You are much more than that.”

“But...aren’t you two happy together?”

“Of course!”  T’Challa confirmed.

“But you weren’t whole?”

“No,” Nakia answered.

Your brow furrowed again, “I’m confused.”

A peaceful looked crossed her face, and the dark-skinned woman then grabbed your hand in a warm grip.

“Love does not always just happen between two people.  It is eternal and in a thousand different directions,” she explained, “What is between T’Challa and me is only a third of the relationship the three of us share.”

“This,” she gestures between the two of you, “Is unique and priceless, and it has made T’Challa and I better people.”

“Wow,” you thoughtfully as you took a sip of wine, “I never thought a friendship could be so important.”

“Not a friendship, darling,” T’Challa corrected.

“Then what?”

Then, it hit you - a wave of dizziness.

“Oh,” you moaned, clutching your head, “Shit.”

“Are you alright, (Y/N)?”  T’Challa asked, his eyes turning red, “You look a bit dizzy, my love.”

“Oh don’t tease her T’Challa,” Nakia chastised, “She’s already been through enough.”

The second wave hit.  It was enough to make you knock your glass over.

A scream tried to make its way out of your mouth, but even that took too much energy.  As a result, you said two small words.

“Help...somebody...”

“Shh,” Nakia soothed, “Go to sleep now.  Everything is alright.  Rest.”

The last thing you saw before the darkness came was the crimson shine in her eyes.

_

And that is all for now everyone!  I’m so glad I finally updated.  It’s been forever since I’ve written.  Enjoy!

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Ranking Hulu’s ‘Into the Dark’ Series

Hulu made every horror fans dream come true by making Into the Dark. Every month they gave us a Blumhouse produced episode that was based off a holiday from that month! To be honest I reallynenjoyed all of them cause I love seeing fresh original ideas! I have been watching and ranking these and here it finally is! This post will have ***SPOILERS!!!*** and if you loved this season don’t worry, Hulu just ordered a second one! Enjoy!

12. The Body (Halloween)

The Body is funny at points but honestly it’s not good. Seeing as the theme was Halloween I just expected a lot fucking more! The concept of someone with a literal dead body acting like its part of a costume is smart but it just wasn’t executed well.

Director: Paul Davis

Writer: Paul Fisher & Paul Davis

11. Treehouse (International Women’s Day)

Treehouse was interesting but I don’t know something about it just wasn’t good. I mean I’m all for women getting much needed revenge but at points the film lagged a bit but I really did enjoy the cast in this one!

Director: James Roday

Writers: James Roday & Todd Harthan

10. They Come Knocking (Father’s Day)

Okay this one genuinely kind of scared me cause I had no idea what the fuck was going on but the mom coming back was um, TERRIFYING. Also like I wish Claire (Josephine Langford) was nicer to her little sister like stop being a bitch she’s GRIEVING.

Director: Adam Mason

Writers: Shane Van Dyke & Carey Van Dyke

9. I’m Just F*cking With You (April Fools Day)

I liked this one because you never knew what the fuck was going on or what was gonna happen next but it’s also the reason I ranked it low. There was no rhyme or reason to it and I didn’t really like the ending I felt so bad! But, sometimes things don’t need to make sense to make it thrilling and that’s exactly what this episode’s about.

Director: Adam Mason

Writers: Gregg Zehentner & Scott Barkan

8. School Spirit (First Day of School)

I’m a sucker for a school themed horror film and this little horrific breakfast club was a pleasant entry into the series. It was pretty obvious who the killer was and the story was cliche but the end is what kinda shocked me. Even though she went through complete hell, a boy should know not to get in the way of a girl trying to go Ivy! Also a great performance by Girl Meets World alum Corey Fogelmanis!

Director: Mike Gan

Writers: Patrick Casey, Josh Miller, and Mike Gan

7. Pure (Daughter’s Day)

This episode was so fucked up but necessary! The fathers having that much control over their daughters is just so creepy and disgusting. I really wish this movie was more supernatural but I liked the message. Scott Porter was actually incredible as Pastor Seth and he made the episode. No one should be in charge of women’s bodies except women! Period!

Director: Hannah Macpherson

Story by: Paul Fischer and Paul Davis

Writer: Hanna Macpherson

6. Culture Shock (Independence Day)

Culture Shock is my middle point like I didn’t dislike it but there’s a lot I did like. I hate Trump more than anything so I fucking absolutely hate that there are innocent people just withering away at the border. This film was good cause it showed how hard it is to get here and to fully live the American Dream even if that dream ends up being a nightmare. Also the concept of this episode sounds exactly like something Trump would do. I don’t blame Marisol for going back to Mexico, yeesh.

Director: Gigi Saul Guerrero

Writers: Efren Herenandez, Gigi Saul Guerrero, and James Benson

5. Pooka (Christmas)

Ok now these nest episodes were my favorite of the bunch and I know people are gonna be mad that I put Pooka so low but this is MY list okurrr!? Pooka reminded me so much of a Black Mirror episode. I liked how it didn’t spell anything out and left you with your imagination to figure out what the fuck just happened. Also why were those people buying that stuffed animal for their kids like it LOOKS and sounds creepy as fuck!

Director: Nacho Vigalondo

Writers: Gerald Olson

4. All That We Destroy (Mother’s Day)

A mother would do anything for their child especially their son and that’s more than true in this episode. I really loved this one because I thought it was such an original concept. It also really brings up the whole nature verse nurture debate. The cloning the girl to see what would happen was just so cool to me. The end had me wondering though was he the one buried in the backyard and the mom used his DNA to clone him when he was younger? I thought the cast was great but I’m also bias because I love Israel Broussard who’s also in Blumhouse’s Happy Death Day franchise which is lowkey my favorite horror franchise.

Director: Chelsea Stardust

Writers: Sean Keller & Jim Agnew

3. Flesh & Blood (Thanksgiving)

Honestly in this episode I felt so bad for Kimberly (Diana Silvers) like imagine being terrified of going outside and then you realize your fucking dad is a psychopath!? This episode really could’ve been a full length movies and the acting was just absolutely phenomenal.

Director: Patrick Lussier

Writer: Louis Ackerman

2. New Year, New You (New Year)

New Year, New You was the episode that got me into the show in the first place. I love Suki Waterhouse so I was eager to watch this! I genuinely did not think they invited Danielle (Carly Chaikin) over to terrorize her but they really were tryna tell home girl how much she fucking sucked! I loved loved loved the end of this movie and how Alexis (Suki Waterhouse) turned it around and made a profit off of the tragedy. You go girl!

Director: Sophia Takal

Story by: Sophia Takal & Adam Gaines

Writer: Adam Gaines

1. Down (Valentine’s Day)

Down is the best episode because the entire time you’re just captivated. I liked this message cause women can do nothing and guys feel they have the right to be with them. The way he stalked her and then thought she owed him something boiled my blood! Thankfully Jennifer (Natalie Martinez) was smarter than John (Matt Lauria) and got amazing final girl revenge. My only thing is, did he have to kill his friend and his girlfriend?!

Director: Daniel Stamm

Writer: Kent Kubena

[dailyopulence]

𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳: 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔

Group texts between employees of Supernaturals taking place between October 9th to October 16th. Feat: @marsdenlee, @sirensofia, @opheliasflood, @werewolfroman, and @yashicanand

trigger warnings: sex work, alcoholism, drug use mention, sexual content

[text from mars]: Someone keeps using my lipstick and I'm starting to get pissed. The point is blunted. Which one of you bitches is doing this? [text from sofia]: as if we’d wear the same shade. 👻 [text from mars]: It's the black lipstick, anyone can wear that shade. 🧐 Thinking it was you. [text from sofia]: even for halloween i’m a nude lip queen. [text from sofia]: probably oph. tryna pull a rich frat with a freaky thing for goth babes. [text from sofia]: men are so fucking basic. [ from ophelia ]: yeah totally with my complexion I'm wearing black lipstick you've got me [text from sofia]: you and mars have identical complexions. [text from mars]: I refuse to believe it is Violet. [text from mars]: I'm betting money on one of you two. [from ophelia]; i reject that but sure ok x [text from sofia]: you reject it was you or you reject you have identical complexions? [from ophelia]; both [text from mars]: This is hilarious. [text from yash]: 😬 one of the new girls needed it, I didn’t think you’d mind. I’ll replace. 🤞🏽 [text from yash]: it was just from like Spirit Halloween right? [text from mars]: I am stunned. Shocked. Perplexed. Astounded. Who was it? Beth? Tell her to learn how to put lipstick on so it doesn't blunt the tip. [text from mars]: Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow. [text from mars]: Spirit Halloween? [text from mars]: Are you serious? [ text from yash]: where else would you get black? [text from sofia]: 🤣 [from ophelia]; it does scream spirit halloween tbf mars [text from mars]: It's from a brand called Rock and Roll Beauty! It has a fucking BAT IMPRINT ON IT. [text from mars]: Or it DID have a bat imprint on it until FUCKING BETH. [text from sofia]: imagine thinking that a brand called 'rock and roll beauty' wasn't going to sound equally as tacky as spirit of halloween. [text from sofia]: if i'd known that i wouldn't have accused oph. [text from yash]: So I could just go to spirit of Halloween then to replace? [text from mars]: No you can't get it from Spirit Halloween. I'll just replace it myself. Tell Beth to stop applying make up like a useless paperclip. [from ophelia]; rock and roll beauty does scream the dollar store im not gonna lie [text from mars]: I see all the E.L.F. beauty on your table Ophelia. Don't start with me. [from ophelia]; that's not dollar store is it though hun??? [text from sofia]: i love you, mars. i promise. [text from sofia]: we can take a trip to the closest mac so you can keep turning dicks black with your lipstick. [text]: late to the party. But why are you wearing lipstick Slims? [text from mars]: So I can look pretty for you daddy-o. 😘 [text from sofia]: money. 💸 [text from sofia]: and cause he's hot. [text from mars]: Sofia gets it. [text]: sorry Slims, I just see you as a friend. [text from mars]: Way to break my heart. [text from sofia]: with benefits. [text]: knew I should have put this chat on mute...how do I do that again? [text from sofia]: oph, have you actually seen the new girl, mars isn't wrong, it's like she learnt to apply lipstick from a forklift. [text from sofia]: you sure you want it on mute? i was about to share a new look for halloween? [text from mars]: A forklift would apply it better, at least it would get straight lines right. [text from roman]: I'm good. I'll see it anyway. [text from roman]: y'all talking about that new cute girl with the brown curly hair? [text from sofia]: no. we're talking about the gril with brown curly hair who you can't fucking look at. [text from roman]: calm down mamacita. It is part of my job. [text from mars]: Just noticed, yeah, Sof, let's go to Mac. [text from mars]: But I'm not turning dicks black plural. Just one dick. [text from roman]: yep, need this muted. [text from mars]: No one tell him how to do it. [text from sofia]: which part of your job is it? [text from sofia]: only one???? you settling down? [text from roman]: I can use the Google [text from sofia]: not if i turn off the internet on your phone, you're on my plan. [text from mars]: I know I dance for dicks but I'm not into dicks. [text from mars]: Yes daddy, use The Google. [text]: you're evil mamacita [text from sofia]: i adore you, papa bear. [text from mars]: I also adore you, daddy-o. 😘 [text from yash]: I like you too, Papa Bear. [text from roman]: feel the same way hot stuff [text from roman] and you're okay Slims [text from roman] and feel the same way boss lady. [text from sofia]: see, he'll stay now we're all saying sweet nothings to him. [text from mars]: He said I'm just okay.  [from ophelia]; you're all going to make me vom [text from roman]: fuck, pistol still here. [text from sofia]: not a fan, oph? [from ophelia]; yeah middle aged heavy drinkers just aren't my type sorry [text from roman]: maybe need to give them a chance [text from sofia]: some people make enough money to have a type beyond 'black amex' [from ophelia]; i love myself too much to give them a chance [from ophelia]; only type that matters is the one that pays the most [text from sofia]: doesn't sound like you love yourself all that much. [text from sofia]: the ones that pay the most typically can't offer much else. [text from roman]: I tried being nice but I think we can all agree pistol is a bitch. [from ophelia]; fuck off you dirty old man [text from roman]: hey mamacita, she is using your pet names for me. [text from mars]: Hey I like Ophelia! [text from yash]: Ophelia has her own priorities. We all do. You know I made this work chat for shift coverages not yelling at each other. [text from sofia]: you like it, mi viejo? she getting you hot? [text from roman]: slims your taste is questionable [text from roman]: maybe, sweets. You coming over? [text from mars]: Yash you know this was going to turn into a shit talking group. I notice Beth isn't in this chat. So we can all shit talk on the newbie. [from ophelia]; pet names get a rooooom [text from yash]: well I like to wait a few months before I add in new people, I think we all know this isn't a job that's cut out for everyone. [text from sofia]: roman pretending like we're not just in different rooms. [text from mars]: You guys, this chat is called safe for work for a reason. [text from roman]: waiting for you to come to me. I'll be giving. 😉 [from ophelia]; we take our clothes off for a living this can never be safe for work mars [text from yash]: because irony is funny? [text from sofia]: roman and i are leaving the chat, keep going though, the vibrations will help. [text from mars]: I'm disgusted. Horrified. Petrified. I'm not texting this chat ever again. Do not use us for your sexual gratification you hoes. [text from yash]: I do kind of need a shift covered though... [text from mars]: Why not ask Beth? [from ophelia]; i can cover [text from roman]: I think they're looking for someone who can dance. [from ophelia]; literally do us all a favour and od old man [text from mars]: Ophelia. Time and place. [text from roman]: someone is feisty. Lucky me we get to work together tomorrow night. [text from yash]: Thank you for offering Oph, you would be perfect. [from ophelia]; 🙄🙄🙄 [from ophelia]; np yash [text from mars]: Sitter fell through, bringing brioche tonight, keeping her in dressing room. [text from mars]: She'll probably sleep the whole time so try not to wake her. THANKS. [text from roman]: I'll be working in the dressing room tonight, gonna play with the little one. Sorry girls. [from ophelia]; that's nice im not babysitting [text from yash]: maybe bring her to one of the offices so she’s not around all that hairspray and bronzer… [text from sofia]: i want to hold the baby, can I put glitter in her hair? [text from mars]: 👌 [text from mars]: Nice looking out Yash! Baby monitor in dressing room, if she fusses someone pls get me 🙏 [text from mars]: I don't care if I'm riding a dick or not [text from mars]: No glitter in her hair pls [text from roman]: don't worry boss lady, i'll take care of her. she'll be my little pal for the night. [text from mars]: Knew I could count on you daddyo! 😘

[willpowerbutch]

Donald Trump: An Investigation, Part 1

By Willpower Butch

It is the wisdom of many erudite historians that what social, economic, and existential ills are not caused by the government are the work of anal omnivores. Since the untimely French vacation of eminent manly man Jack Palance in 1963, the core of the American political regime and the organized wedding pansies have been one and the same. In an age where many crimes go unaccounted for -- from ukulele loners to interactive Barbie phalloplasty kits -- one matter in particular is near to the substantial biceps of Manly Men! Magazine’s editorial staff. By way of investigating Paul Dano’s illegal gaysexualization of Sad Gandalf’s dick magnet, correspondent Paragon Shag proceeded with all haste to the residence of Donald J. Trump, America’s most prominent true crime celebrity and sheik of sexual harassment on earth, who could surely answer his enlarged questions. Armed on this holy mission with only a family-size canister of drugstore blush, he embarked from his Rhode Island property on Good Friday, 2017, ignorant of the Spanish activist poetry that awaited him.

 Cant-bro I: Escaping the Wood

Passing from the cul-de-sac of his condemned bourbon mattress into the backwoods from Gus Van Sant’s Japanese suicide fetish, Shag felt his ankle hair shrivel into nanciful fuzz. His heart was stopped by a flood of genteel dignity. “Lesbians,” he whispered, pouncing behind a boulder just as the grotesque silhouette of a buzz-cut, muscle-shirt-clad pregnantagonist emerged from the tight opening between two arched fruit trees. Slowing to adjust her pocketless denim, the mammarian sniffed the air carefully. Upon detecting the spice of heterosexual perfection, she made her way to Shag’s rock. She halted before it and touched the surface, causing the stone to crumble into the chalk of a million surprise Ecstasy fellatios. Shag clutched his package as he came indecently into view of the she-man.

“You think you can infect us with rape culture?” she screamed. “We may all be vegan indie rappers, but that doesn’t mean we won’t enjoy watching you spin on a medical dildo to the soundtrack from The Joy Luck Club, Testomorph.” Her eyes glinted with body-positive armpit worship. “This is for Wonder Woman.” Brandishing her boy band-scented implements, she approached Shag, channeling the evil power of quinoa. “Say goodbye to your white privilege.”

Suddenly, a monster truck of sacred light descended from the treetops, and before them appeared the long-dead ghost of Mickey Rourke. Shag recoiled in manly courage, but the fair-weather Buddhist was undeterred. “You think you can fight me with a freezer-burnt church stroker? I have the miracle of childbirth on my side,” she snorted with disdainful laughter.

The shade crouched low, drawing his gargantuan arm back, and took a deep drag from his coal cigar. “Children are pussies,” he roared, and with that, he let fly his fist. It connected with her chin, sending the womosexual high into the air, into the sun, vanishing from sight like Dominic Monaghan.

Shag exhaled his morally ungay emotion. Left alone with this stranger, it occurred to him that the phantom may not be all that it seemed until, finally, it addressed him. “If I have to look at these goddamn trees for five more seconds, I’m gonna beat them into popsicle sticks.” Shag relaxed then, reassured that it was truly the spirit of his late gym partner.

“Help me, sir, for I am on a butch task to make Donald Trump answer for his Edith Piaf slippers,” appealed the correspondent. He then bit off his own breast envy and broke down into a display of armless push-ups. Moved by Shag’s engorging virility, Rourke flexed his affirmation, and the two individual men set out in vague, unlubricated proximity of each other.

After a distinguished silence, Shag asked Rourke how he had come to know of Shag’s throbbing adventure.

“The guy who told me to come is the baddest motherfucker of any of us,” said he. “He makes Arnold Schwarzenegger look like Jean-Claude van Damme.”

“No,” replied Shag in disbelief. “It cannot be.”

“You bet your ass it’s David Carradine,” shouted Rourke, kicking a squirrel.

Heartened by the muscular attention of his hero, Shag and his comrade boarded the train to Satan’s province and began their long travail.

Cant-bro II: Limbo

When Shag awoke, they had arrived in the first circle of hell. “Why is everyone bent over?” he asked. “Is this some sort of Episcopalian ritual?”

“No, man,” came Rourke’s hushed warning. “It’s the Greeks. God threw them in the bullshit for inventing shade.” So distressed was my friend the correspondent at the sight of ethnics trying to deal with Joan Crawford that he fell back swiftly into a troubled sleep.

Cant-bro III: Gays

He came to once more to the sound of innocent children being corrupted by manga. “Where are we now?” Shag inquired of his guide and then noticed heterosexfully that Rourke was sitting by the opposite window, a crossbow lodged under his heroically swelling nipples. “Are we under attack?”

“Yes,” the manly man growled back. “We are under attack for our marriage.” It was then that Shag heard a loud synthesizer from without the train, and the car pendulated. Thrown up against the glass, he saw with his own eyes what was destroying America: dozens of small gays ramming up against the cabin like erect wasps, violently knitting war film bisexuals. In the center of them emerged a glittery, Baileys-drenched ‘70s muscle stripper, the sight of whom caused Shag’s blood to freeze. “Darling! You came back for another taste of my see-through ice cream!” purred the woman. It was Ben Whishaw, undulating in his bead skirt as he stroked a hand sensuously through the bristles of his porn mustache. Aroused by the presence of sweaty men, he came to alertness out of his Tylenol-induced strip-tease and, after disentangling himself from a blonde naval street predator, he leapt through the open window beside Shag.

“My love!” he exclaimed, demurely licking Shag’s stratum of chest hair. “Don’t be afraid. I’m a changed man. Look!” Whishaw touched his upper lip proudly. “I’ve become a straight!”

“Don’t listen to Hindu Rachel Weisz,” yelled Rourke. “She’s tryna slip white wine in your vodka!”

Shag karate-chopped the wall, sending a number of homosexists flying. “I will never fund your bearded child pageant!” he declared. With that, he lifted Whishaw high above his head and tossed him back out the window like a paper mache lioness. “Go peddle your human protein shakes elsewhere, Boy George!”

Soon, Paragon Shag slumped back in his seat, exhausted by his sacred duty to resuscitate divorce. The manly men’s train pulled out of the gay wastelands skillfully, and as it did, they heard in the distance the nasal voices of trendy Jesuits seducing Mahler fairies at a midnight Waffle House as they descended further into America.

Cant-bro IV: KFC

“What is the meaning of this?” Shag demanded as their vessel nose-dived into a lake of fiery chicken grease. “You cannot tell me that the ‘90s is here, too?” Rourke shook his head and indicated out the window, where Shag beheld a remarkable thing: an enormous structure in the shape of God’s preference of men, its tip aglow with yellow lights. It read, ‘Drumpf Shaft.’ Shag looked upon it with his mouth open, doused in pure, volcanic admiration.

“Why,” Shag breathed, “I don’t believe I have ever beheld such an attractive spectacle.” The thing rose so high and proud that it blotted into the sun, casting the netherworld in moist darkness. “It must be so wonderful on the inside. Shall we try to see it up close?”

Losing patience, Rourke disciplined my friend with a majestic bitch parade. “That’s how the queers get you,” Rourke cautioned him. “One day you’re admiring each other’s towers, and the next he’s licking Halloween glitter off your sliding back door.” Shag swallowed his disgust, and his arm hair grew three inches in manly indignation. So that’s what happened to James Franco, he thought bitterly.

Their train continued to slice through the countryside, leaving far in its wake the many fabulants of years past who had made the world today such a cataclysm of Nancy Sinatra hookers. A rare calm befell them. As Shag stretched out again, lulled by the peaceful monsoon winds and the biblical throw-downs of slap-fighting car wash preachers, he confided in his companion. “If it could only be like this always. Always men. Manly men. The manliest-tempered ungay fruit ripeness of muscle manliness. Men.”  

TO BE CONTINUED

***

About the Authors

Admiral Willpower Butch cemented his reputation as the 21st century’s most important journalist when he became the first member of the press to condemn Antonio Banderas for seducing America. Today, his various masculine pursuits include stealing the rest of John Waters’ mustache, hacking down the Amazon with his fists, and not having cried since Rock Hudson was born. His friend and faithful correspondent, Paragon Shag, is driven to righteousness by the memory of Colin Firth’s heterosexuality. Their secretary, Dead Summer Days, is the kind of guy who practices karate in public restrooms.

[thankyouforthev3n0m]

Aye, it's DubDaddy on the track

Not a rapper, but I thought I'd have a crack

Another song, another bar, another stack

We keep coming back now we're picking up the slack

Get laid, get paid, gatorade

Trigger treats sweet but can't beat the blade

It's Halloween bitch it's time to get made

You better lock up or you're gonna get slayed

Aye the boys are comin in

Got lit last night on the cherry gin

Smokin gas, eating ass, now committing sin

We going large like Amy Schumer's second chin

Hey everybody my name is JoshDub

When I don't do crime I talk shit at the club

I like corona no lime and having a tug

I get my bread no crust cause you know I'm a thug

It's Halloween, my girl cook and clean

Doing flips in the sheets, call that trick and treat

In the back of a Bentley and we got on rings

Riding in the streets shouting scary things

The Boys in town and we hunting clowns

Couple Kings with a couple crowns (dank memes)

Scaring kids while we're blowing clouds

It's Mully in the back and your bitch is getting ploughed

It's spooky and cold on this dreadful night

But we got some beauties in our sight

We love the shadows, and fear the light

But we'll steal your girl with one quick bite

On Halloween you can hear many sounds

Some screaming, some crying in the background

But if I see some kind of creepy clown

Oh you better believe it's going down

All the witches they be on me, with glee

When I walk up in a room its a party

Got no reflection but there's one thing you can see

All competition running scared as they should be

Never giving out our secrets I'm like (hush hush)

Wiping away all the haters like a (brush brush)

We be stealing all your candy in a (rush rush)

Dropping songs and videos that always (crush crush)

Got these demons in my head overwhelming me with fear and dread

(Dread dread dread)

Screaming in my bed, keep me grinding till I'm dead

(Dead dead dead)

Spirits in my mind come to visit me from time to time

(Time time time)

People say I'm sick but I swear to God I'm fine

(I'm fine, I'm fine)

Trick or Treat, excuse me what the fuck is this?

Candy corn, Bit O Honey, one Hershey Kiss

Que no sabes que me dicen el Mexorcist

If you don't know who I am, then I'll tell you what it is

Got a blanket to protect me and a wooden cross

I sprinkle holy water to show demons who's boss

I make videos to scare all the kiddos

And I'll exorcise your Tia with a bag of hot Cheetos

I shook Freddy Kruger's hand

Grow harder than the grudge

Make Pennywise float too

And give Huggy Wuggy a hug

I got good at hide and seek

You can always ask the fed

I put poison in your goat

Now that chupacabras dead

I live in the States, born in Monterey

Got a gringa by my side

She can cook some frijoles

I cross the border and la migra said

'hey, come on down but you just can't stay'

Running and hiding and walking and fighting

You don't got the papers to even be trying

To say it was easy then I would be lying

Soy un inmigrante con gran corazón

empeze recojiendo la bazura de tu escalon

Y ahora ocupo la pantallo de tu abitación

Asta parece yo tomo gasolina.

Te incendió con mi rap eso es pura adrenalina

Mi tierra la extraño nunca olvidare mi casa

Un saludo para todos mis latinos y mi raza

Now give me the Reeses cup bitch

Yada yada yada yada, something bout a square

New meme Juice Box bout to go Blair

Like the Witch, that's the sitch

Halloween night bout to wake up in a ditch.

And I'm stacking up dinero

Got this young man feeling like George Romero

Pick the bone clean always saw it in the tarots

Dig a little deeper boy you almost skipped the marrow

I don't really know

I don't really know

Yada yada

Yada yada

My goldfish took a little holiday

Left me feeling sour like that Minute Maid

One day he said he want to go to outer space

So I made a little rocket outta Gatorade bottles

Catch your grandma at the Walmart

And she gonna catch the fade

I don't really give a fuck

Im just tryna get paid

I'll smoke your grandad too

If he even looks my way

I'll kick your little sister

In her motherfucking face

That's that shit you learn in Florida

When you smoking K2

Hold that shit up in my chest

Boy I'm bout to turn blue

Im might mosey down to Target

Man and buy me that canoe

[bottomsupremacist]

was tagged by @magicesc thanks fam!

rules: answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions(lksdjflskj what!??!)

1. coke or pepsi: neither bih dr. pepper is where it’s at

2. disney or dreamworks: disney

3. coffee or tea: i am a coffee FEEN 

4. books or movies: books

5. windows or mac: mac

6. dc or marvel: marvel even tho they suck

7. xbox or playstation: xbox

8. dragon age or mass effect: i’ve surprisingly never played either

9. night owl or early riser: night owl

10. cards or chess: cards

11. chocolate or vanilla: chocolate

12. vans or converse: converse

13. lavellan, trevelyan, cadash, or adaar: i literally have no idea what these mean

14. fluff or angst: fluff!!!

15. beach or forest: im such a beach hoe i love digging my feet into the sand and letting the waves wash over my legs as i look out into the horizon and i literally wanna die just laying on the beach das the perfect way to go out

16. dogs or cats: CATS

17. clear skies or rain: clear skies

18. cooking or eating out: eating out tho if i knew how to grill it’d be cooking cause all i would do is grill me some ribs every fuckin day

19. spicy food or mild food: if the food ain’t burning my tongue or making me sweat TAKE IT BACK AND START OVER

20. halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: christmas because i love the whole holiday spirit of giving people thoughtful gifts to make them happy and my grandma throws DOWN on christmas ya bitch is tryna EAT

21. would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: a little too cold

22. if you could have a superpower what would it be: telekinesis

23. animation or live action: animation

24. paragon or renegade: idk what this is referring to

25. baths or showers: showers!! i dream about having a big, perfect shower all the time like it’s kinda embarrassing ladsjflkjsd 

26. team cap or team ironman: team cap i guess but honestly team black panther

27. fantasy or sci-fi: hmmm idk that’s a hard choice so both

28. do you have three or four favorite quotes? if so what are they? “God created black people and black people created style - george c. wolfe” this is the only one i can think of off the top of my head

29. youtube or netflix: netflix

30. harry potter or percy jackson: harry potter

31. when you feel accomplished: when i actually accomplish anything lmao

32. star wars or star trek: star wars!!!!

33. paperback books or hardback books: paperback

34. horror or rom-com: rom-com, @ hollywood give me my wlw rom-coms you buffoons

35. to live in a world without literature or music: literature like i love reading interesting or powerful shit but i can’t live without music it has gotten me through so much

36. pastel colors or dark colors: both

37. tv shows or movies: tv shows

38. city or countryside: city

39. if any other zodiac sign could describe you, what would it be: i literally know nothing about any signs other than my own(cancer), scorpios, geminis, and virgos and i don’t associate with scorpios and geminis and im not anything like virgos

40. if you could only listen to one album for the rest of your life what would it be: ………don’t do this to me

41. cinema or theatre: cinema

42. if you could be any fictional character’s best friend, who’d you be: hmmm cristina yang? idk man that’s hard

43. smiling or smirking: smiling

44. are you an ‘all or nothing’ type or are you more consistent: all or nothing

45. playlists or your whole library on shuffle: playlists

46. traveling or staying at home: traveling

47. if you could have a meal with three people, alive or dead, who would you choose: honestly that’s too deep for me to think of right now lmao my brain is dead

48. favorite sports team(s): boston celtics, chelsea fc, fckc, auburn football

49. 80′s r&b or 90′s r&b: 90′s r&b

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