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Beware of dawg

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Skateboarding ‘Spyro: Year Of The Dragon’ PlayStation Support us on Patreon

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girls of horror (70s-80s)

angela baker in sleepaway camp (1983) / carrie white in carrie (1976) / sally hardesty in the texas chain saw massacre (1974) / kirsty cotton in hellraiser (1987) / vanita “stretch” brock in the texas chainsaw massacre 2 (1986) / suzy bannon in suspiria (1977) / nancy Thompson in a nightmare on elm street (1984) / alice hardy in friday the 13th (1980) / laurie strode in halloween (1978)

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if an eldritch god ever met me they would be entranced by my dope soul and pleasant vibe i think

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☆ eric ! 🦊

i luv him so much

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they call themselves cinephiles but they aren't even fucking the movies

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lock the fuck in?? no way dude. I am TUCKED the fuck in :) good night

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Found these clown plushies :3 (source: stuffedserotonin on Instagram)

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01/?? gifs of vivienne + her tapeworm

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Keanu Reeves As Jack Traven

In SPEED (1994)

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reqested by annon

Paring: Ted Logan x F! Reader. tags and warnings: late ‘90s, fluff, mention of sex

You collapsed onto Ted, both of you breathless but still hungry for each other. His hands roamed your back, fingers pressing and dragging like he still needed to feel every inch of you, while yours tangled in his hair, tugging him back into another kiss. 

“That was totally awesome,” he murmured against your smile, pressing a soft kiss to it.

“More than awesome,” you said, rolling off him and nestling into his side. Your head rested on his chest, listening as his rapid, thundering heartbeat gradually slowed beneath your ear.

The room fell quiet. Absentmindedly, you traced slow circles around his nipple, grinning when his breath hitched, and his body gave a tiny, involuntary twitch.

“Ted?”  

“Mmm?” His fingers traced gentle shapes over your shoulder.  

“I was thinking... maybe we could, like, spice things up a bit?”

His fingers faltered, then kept moving. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

You smirked, tilting your head to catch his gaze. “I dunno... maybe film us in bed?”

His whole body went stiff, the lazy stroke of his hand stalling.

“You mean... like a video of us, y’know, doing it?”

“Yeah,” you replied, holding his curious stare.

Propping yourself up on your elbow, you watched the thought flicker across his face, before a huge, giddy grin split his face.  

“Baaaabe, totally!” he practically shouted, suddenly flipping you onto your back. You yelped, laughing, but his lips were already on yours, hungry and insistent. His weight pressed into you, hips rolling just enough for you to feel his hot cock, hard and twitching against you.

“Only…” You struggled to speak between his kisses, your fingers threading through his hair as his lips trailed down your jaw. “…We don’t have a camera.”

Ted paused, his face buried in your neck, thinking for a moment before his lips found your skin again. “Dad’s got one in the garage,” he murmured, nipping playfully at your neck. “I’ll get it,” he added, continuing to press soft kisses lower along your skin.

*** 

The next night, you were stretched out on his bed in your cutest underwear, the one you knew drove Ted crazy, waiting.  

The door swung open.  

“Babe, that garage is such a dump, I could barely-” Ted’s voice cut off mid-sentence.  

His eyes widened as he took you in, sprawled out on the bed, looking like a goddess visited his room.  

“Whoa.” His eyes dragged over you, shameless and mesmerized. “Babe, you look… ” he breathed, only to practically growl the last words, “SO HOT!”

Smirking, you ran a slow hand up the curve of your body, watching his gaze darken, his mouth parting slightly. “Did you bring it?” you cooed.

For a second, he just stood there, momentarily dazed. Then he snapped back to life. “Yeah!”

He heaved a massive suitcase onto the bed with a loud thump, making the mattress bounce and causing you to jolt slightly.

Your smirk faltered, blinking rapidly. “Uh… Ted?”

Still grinning, he popped it open and pulled out the biggest video camera you had ever seen.

Your jaw dropped. “…What. Is. That?”  

“A video camera,” he said proudly, grunting as he hoisted the massive thing onto his shoulder.

You bit your lip, watching him struggle to keep it steady. “Ted, that thing looks like an ancient fossil.”

He just grinned even wider, completely unbothered. “So what?” He squinted through the viewfinder. “It still works!”

You couldn’t hold it in, bursting out laughing. “But I was thinking something a little… I dunno, smaller?”

“Babe, this is authentic. Classic. We’re gonna make this an absolute cinema.”

You rolled your eyes, still giggling. “So… you gonna keep holding it while we...?” you teased, tilting your head.

“Oh… Nah…” Ted grunted, yanking a tripod out of his suitcase with a determined look.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him wrestle with the ancient thing, twisting knobs, extending legs, muttering under his breath. The camera wobbled dangerously in his hands as he tried to mount it.

“Need a hand, Ted?” you asked, a playful edge to your voice.

He shook his head, flopping his hair out of his face. “Nope, got it.”

You raised a brow. “You sure?”

“Uh-huh,” he nodded, just as the camera nearly slipped from his grip. He caught it at the last second, barely saving it from smashing onto the floor.

You bit back a laugh, watching him struggle. Eventually, you sighed, giving up on offering help. Instead, you stretched out on the bed, settling against the pillows, watching him with affectionate amusement.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Ted stepped back, hands on his hips, beaming proudly. “Babe, it’s perfect!”

The camera’s view flickered to life. A red light blinked. 

The screen, old and grainy, showed the dimly lit bedroom - the bed, the soft glow of the lamp, and you, sprawled across the sheets.

The screen flickered, capturing you as you struck a playful pose with one leg bent and your arms stretched above your head. Then, Ted stepped into view. He stood at the foot of the bed, his back to the camera. He grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, peeled it off in one swift motion, and tossed it aside.

“Ted, is it recording for sure?” Your voice crackled slightly through the old speakers.

Ted hurried to the camera, his face filling the lens while he squinted at the tiny display. The view twitched when he adjusted the angle.

“Yep! Recording everything.” He glanced between you and the camera, double-checking, a grin spreading across his face. “Now,” he murmured, “let’s make some cinema.”

Without hesitation, he straightened up, revealing to the camera his clothes-strained, rock hard cock, then turned, his entire ass filling the screen. Unfazed, he wiggled his hips dramatically, shimmying out of his shorts before kicking them aside.

The camera caught the casual way he plopped onto the bed next to you, the way you giggled when he immediately pulled you into his arms. 

The camera kept rolling as he leaned in, capturing the moment his lips met yours. Your fingers wove into his hair, holding him close as the kiss deepened. He pulled back just a little, stealing a quick glance at the camera before diving back in, hungrier this time. Still, his eyes darted to the camera now and then.

“Teddy,” you teased, breathless and laughing against his mouth. “Know the first rule of an actor?”

He grinned, his nose brushing yours. “Don’t look at the camera?”

You nodded, and he didn’t waste another second. His mouth moved to your neck, trailing warm, open-mouthed kisses down your chest. The camera recorded the way his hands roamed, exploring every curve, his fingers tracing the outline of your hips.

The tripod creaked, the camera wobbling slightly as the screen twitched downward - just a little but still showing Ted pressing you into the mattress. His hands wandered slowly, gliding down your sides before gripping your thighs. The screen flickered with a brief glitch, catching the moment he hooked his fingers under your panties and tugged them down, just as the tripod shifted slightly out of place.

The camera dipped further until its focus fell to the pile of your discarded clothes on the floor. It kept recording, picking up your soft moans, his low, muffled groans, while the grainy screen displayed nothing but the mess of fabric.

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drives me up the wall when people comment "sir this is a wendys" on like random youtube videos about mildly niche subjects. like. you clicked the video. you walked into wendys & ordered a wendys burger & when the wendys employees gave you the wendys burger you said "sir this is a wendys"

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Keanu Reeves in My Own Private Idaho (1991)