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slxsherwriter · 6 months

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Damnation as a Saving Grace

Fandom: 31

Pairing: Doom-head x female reader

Word Count: 2,725

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of death and murder

Author's note: So, due to life circumstances, Nano didn't go the way I wanted it. My final word count for the month ended up 12,666. I'm not disappointed with that by any means. This fic ended up being mostly written within the month. I added the last 600 words today. My first shot at writing Doom. I purposely left his lovely, wordy, wanting to seem educated way of speaking out for the time being due to the circumstances. There will be a continuation, and he gets to show off there ;)

The ache and pains that plagued your body were all shoved in the back of your mind, not present as the beat of your heart seemed to keep time with the slam of your feet against the concrete. Your own personal hell. Words had never been more true than when they had been spoken by whoever the hell was running this sick and twisted game. They weren't the focus though either. If you survived, then maybe you would dedicate some time to figuring out who the hell these people were and why they did what they did. If there was a why. But now, when you were trying to find a place to make your last stand, was not the time to narrow down your focus to those that didn't matter.

After a while, the makeshift prison started to look all the same. Something that you knew wasn't true given the few places that you had moved through. It was the panic speaking. And panic was a surefire pathway straight to death. Calming yourself down was easier said than done, of course, but if you wanted to make it out of here alive, you had to force it.

Finding a small space to squeeze that seemed like it would serve as a decent hiding spot for the few moments that you would need it, you forced your body into the space. As quietly as you could, slow, deep breaths were taken in an attempt to slow down the way that you were sucking down air. Think. You had to think.

Without weapons, you were at a bigger disadvantage. Already, you lacked knowledge of your location compared to whoever it was that they had coming after you. Lacking a weapon just left you far more vulnerable than if you could at least defend yourself with something. If you could manage to get an attack in. A big if. This newest guy? The one that you hadn't seen yet? He moved real god damn quiet. Unlike the other Heads that had hunted you down, it didn't seem like he liked to play by taunting and building anticipation and terror. It was far more methodical and controlled. The three people that had made it with you through to the final three hours had been picked off one by one. Without warning and without the pomp and show that you had encountered up until then. Which made it that much more terrifying. You only knew it was a man when your friend had taken the chance to shout out loudly as he had died.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you murmured gently to yourself, squeezing your eyes shut. "Think…" A sneak attack would give you the best advantage but how did you sneak attack someone that was practically a ghost? And what were you going to use? A pipe? Could you get something off of the wall without making a lot of sound? It was a thought, one that you might have to seriously entertain and take the risk of with such limited options. There wasn't any scrap metal laying around that you could use. For likely being an abandoned area, it was surprisingly well maintained. Likely for the very reason you were looking around if the people running this game were as smart as they had seemed so far.

"Pipe it is." You glanced up and cocked your head. Could you manage to get up that high? A drop down point would be an even better sneak attack. He would be less prepared to anticipate it. At least you hoped that would be the case. And a reaction to that sort of attack might be a little slower, giving you a proper chance to actually cause a little damage. Maybe enough to incapacitate him enough to get away and get out. A fresh wave of determination came over you, washing away the doubt and the worry. It was your best chance, and if it worked out, you would be able to get out of here. It was all you wanted. Plan in mind. You just had to figure out how it was that you were getting up there and quickly. There was no telling where he was. If he was watching, well, your entire element of surprise would be ruined.

It was a struggle, but you managed to find a small perch that was relatively inaccessible from any sort of high walkway or ladder. It had taken far more time than you would have liked, but the drop down was directly below. Your arms were screaming, muscles burning with the effort that you had needed to exert to get to your spot. Enough so that you were worried about being able to swing the pipe that you had pried off of the wall. Given that it was likely your only chance to get a whack in and escape, you were going to have to make due and give it your all. Survival demanded it.

Again, you had to work on slowing your breathing. Every sound made seemed to echo in your ears, and the exertion had caused you to all but pant again. It felt like each sound you made was a bright, neon beacon hanging over your head, telling him exactly where to find you.

Straining to see anything in the dark or hear anything above your own breathing and beating heart, now it was a game of patience. Something that was incredibly difficult with the sense of anticipation that kept adrenaline pumping through your veins. The creaking and movement of the building in general was enough to send a shiver down your spine, spiking that adrenaline thinking that it was him who had found you. It was a horrid way to exist, ready to jump out of your skin at the slight sound, but you were going to make it through this. If not for anything other than to try and prove these fuckers wrong, to be able to shove it in their face. And maybe, just maybe, figure out how to get a little revenge for the friends that had died for their amusement.

Steps. Careful, measured steps were coming down the hallway from your right. It was all wrong. He hadn't made that much noise up until now. It was almost as if he was purposeful in how he was walking to make sure that you were alerted to your presence. Set on edge, your hands tightened around the cool metal, eyes darting in both directions to see if it was some sort of trick. While things had been straightforward up until now, it didn't mean that they would stay that way. Maybe this was some method to get you to come out of hiding to play. You were sure that they didn't want anyone winning. Heaven forbid. That would cause an issue for their game. You were going to be that exception, though. You were going to survive this.

Nothing. Just the sounds of the careful steps. No man. The hair on the back of your neck stood. What was going on? There was still no appearance after a couple of moments, and it was all wrong. The pipe nearly slipped from your hand as you adjusted your grip, trying to keep your breathing as slow and steady as you possibly could. The steps faded away, but the feeling of urgency and danger did not go away. It heightened instead, the overwhelming feeling of dread just seeping in deeper and deeper. Eyes were on you. You could swear that you felt them, but it would be impossible. Shit. Stay still. You had to stay still. Movement would alert him to where you were. It had to be what he wanted, to draw you out, make you panic, get you running around without a game plan. That would just make you easier prey.

So, you waited. As difficult as it was. Seconds passed in long, drawn out ticks of the clock, making it feel more like minutes for every second. But finally, finally, the lanky frame came into view. Just barely silhouetted against the light, the footsteps were near silent. That let you know the initial thought you had about the audible steps before had likely been right. They had been a purposeful decision meant to draw you out. He hadn't found you. There was a chance that staying would let you win. A slim chance. Which was one that you weren't willing to take. These people couldn't let you live if you did manage to make it through the time limit that had been placed on the game.

Timing was just off as you dropped down onto the man, catching his back and shoulder rather than knocking him completely off of his feet. You grunted as you swung the pipe with as much might as you possibly could before you stopped midswing. Blinking, you tried again but found the same result. You couldn't bring the pipe against his flesh. Frustration mounted, and the fact nearly made you cry. This couldn't be happening. The man turned and went to swing at you in retaliation during that second swing, but he seemed to have the same problem, the punch missing you by a mile.

"Fuck me…" He grunted as he tried swinging again before reaching for a blade. The blade swung by your face but didn't come close to catching any skin. Realization sunk in as you both seemed entirely incapable of harming the other. This had to be some part of the sick joke that was being played on you. There was only one reason that someone couldn't harm another. Soulmates. This fucked up nightmare had just become worse. Maybe having him kill you would have been the better sort of end game.

The pipe dropped from your hand, and you took a step back, but it was the furthest distance that you could manage. Something stopped another movement backward. He was simply staring at you, an unreadable look overtaking his features. An emotion that you couldn't place. Did you even want to? Christ, what did you do with this situation? It wasn't like the two of you could sit down and talk about this like normal people. He had been just ready to run you through with his switchblades, and you had been ready to bash his head, or really any part of his body that you could reach.

"Don't move," he growled out and lifted the blade in his hand, using it to simply point at you this time. "You fucking understand?" You were torn between listening and ignoring the demand that had been made. Just because he couldn't harm you didn't mean that there wasn't others and that he wouldn't be going to get them. Another step back resulted in a rather aggressive sound being released from the man.

"You think I'm going to listen to you?" Your voice came out stronger than you thought it would, giving yourself a mental pat on the back for that. If your voice had come out shaky, you would have felt even worse than you were right now.

"Yeah, you fucking are." He moved closer, that distance that you had established vanished with two quick strides by the man. There was no stopping the wince that came. Logically, now you knew he couldn't hurt you. That didn't stop the emotional and a primal part of your brain reacting to the very real threat that was still perceived. Distance would help you feel more comfortable, as comfortable as one could get in such a situation. That also led to better observations, better decisions, and better outcomes. Swallowing hard, you found yourself nodding in agreement. Just because you agreed didn't mean that you would do it. Figuring that your best course of action would be to follow behind him, hopefully unseen, you had to appear obedient before making the attempt.

"Good. Now, stay fucking put and I'll be right back." One last inspection was given to you before he turned heel and began back down the hallway. You waited just a few moments, listening closely as the steps just began to fade away before you.made your move. The entire maze was disorienting but he made enough sound by the slimmest of margins for you to be able to follow. Was it a safe assumption to think that he would be moving to some sort of exit? Maybe and maybe not. Time would be the only way to tell.

Ahead, the sound of a door being opened echoed out. Well, that spoiled a lot, but it didn't exactly signal a complete end to the spying idea. If you got lucky and the door stayed open. Given how the night had gone, maybe you had used up all of the luck that a person was allowed in a lifetime. But, the risk was well worth the reward.

There was a sliver of light guiding the way, hinting where the almost invisible door was. If you weren't trying to stay quiet, you would have cursed, violently and loudly. That was how these fuckers were slipping around unnoticed. Of course. Nothing to be done with that information now. Rather pointless to focus on it when the important bit was the murmured voice on the other side of the door. For a moment, you thought that there might have been more than one. Straining to hear, eyes closed and leaned as far forward as you cod be without giving yourself away, you realized it was only one. His. Low enough that it was nearly impossible to fully make out each word but the timber of the voice that had just sent shivers down your spine was now unmistakable. Only every second or third word was caught.

He most certainly was talking about you. But was he talking to anyone? Those sick fucks running the thing were clearly watching so he could have some way to communicate without their voices being heard by others. Right? Maybe. Your fingers, weak and injured from the long night, couldn't keep their grasp on the wall, causing you to loudly stumble forward, actually falling right to your knees by the door. Well, that certainly would alert him that you hadn't stayed put like demanded and promised.

The door ripped open, and there he stood, eyes wide and alight with anger.

“Told you to stay the fuck put!” The words came out in a growl as he swiftly reached down and grasped your arm, yanking you upward. “Dumb fucking bitch.” Off balance, the pull that he gave towards rhe room that he was in had you stumbling again, barely able to keep to your feet. You didn't know what was going through his head but he was leading you somewhere and you were far too exhausted at this point to give much more of a fight. If this was the end, so be it.

After a few minutes, you noticed that you didn't hear any other sounds. No voices, no pipes banging, no hissing of steam. It was far more quiet than any other section of the hell maze had been. That piqued your interest just a little bit. Either he was taking you somewhere private to kill you or…

The possibility sparked that survival instinct once more, and your eyes moved to the tall man that was just ahead of you, jerking you around by the ironclad grip he had on your wrist. Could he possibly be getting you out of here?

“You say a word, I'll change my mind about it all. One fucking word and I'll happily give you to to those two clown brothers.” The words were final and for once, you decided that it was best to listen to what you were being told. It seemed that maybe, your luck hadn't run out entirely. You didn't know what this meant or what his ultimate plans were for you. Maybe you were better off dying but it was an unknown and one that you weren't willing to chance. “Rich old fucks are gonna end up taking half my fucking pay for this shit…” Getting outside served better for you to have the chance to escape anyway. Following your twisted, psychotic soulmate was the only path forward that you saw. Hopefully it would work out.

#slasher imagines #slasher writing #horror writing #slasher x reader #slasher x you #richard brake characters #nano 2023 #31 #doomhead #doom-head #doomhead x reader #doom-head x reader #doom head x reader

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k-wame · 6 months

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Richard Brake as Dean Portman · DOOM (2005) dir. Andrzej Bartkowiak · Action · Sci-Fi · Horror

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theministersdoom · 11 months

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#screenshot dump #barbarian #barbarian 2022 #richard brake #what. was the name of his character in this #frank?#*baby voice* fwank #white knuckling my knee at this scene in the theater staring at his hands #hand tag

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phantasmicbelladonna · 27 days

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Shelter from the Storm

Rating: Teen and Up

CW: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Period-Typical Homophobia

Tags: Post-Season 2, Canon Compliant, Canon Divergence, Different First Meeting, Protective Jim Hopper, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Hurt Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Good Babysitter Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson Being an Asshole, just a little bit though, Steve's parents suck, POV Alternating, Non-Graphic Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Major Character Injury, Period-Typical Homophobia

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As the rain drummed relentlessly against the windshield, Jim Hopper steered his truck down the empty streets of Hawkins. It was dark out and he was annoyed that this was his second time this week busting the Munson kid. The silence inside the vehicle was thick, weighed down by the tension simmering between the two passengers. His face etched with a mixture of fear and defiance, Eddie Munson sat stiffly in the front seat. “You know how damn lucky you are I’m only letting you off with a warning?” Hopper grumbles.

Hopper's gaze flickered to the side as he spotted a familiar figure trudging along the sidewalk, shoulders hunched against the downpour. He slowed down his truck next to him and the man halted. He rolled down his window as he looked at him, and his heart dropped when he took in the other appearance. Jim had recognized him from the get-go, it was Steve Harrington. He had blood soaking through his shirt and blood, cuts, and bruises blemishing his face. “Harrington? That you? Shit, kid—what the hell are you doing out right now? You need a ride?” Jim called out. Steve Harrington, his usually immaculate hair plastered to his forehead, was beaten to shit and looking defeated. Hopper slammed on the brakes and Steve turned, startled, his eyes widening in surprise and relief at the sight of the sheriff's truck.

“No...no, sir. ‘M fine.” Steve said, barely being heard through the rain. His words were slurred due to his busted bottom lips. Jim frowned. “Steve. Now I’m not asking, get in the truck.” Jim said gruffly.

Steve didn’t respond and just stared at him. “Steve. Get in the truck. I’ll take you home and—” Jim’s words die on his tongue when he sees him flinch at the mention of ‘home’. Jim wasn’t stupid. He knew the Harrington’s, hell, everyone knew the Harrington’s. More importantly, he knew that Richard Harrington was not one to be messed with due to his temper on him. He knew about all the parties Steve threw, his parents were gone so often that he could have them with ease. Jim could easily put two and two together, and if Steve’s wounds and the way he reacted meant what he thought they meant...” I’ll take you wherever you want. I’ll even take you to Joyce’s place or my cabin.”

“I—I’ll get your seats wet if I-“ The kid seemed so insistent on not getting help, and Jim couldn’t help but feel guilty about it. “Kid, I’m not asking you. We can stay here and do this back-and-forth thing all night, I’m not leaving you here,” Jim tells him. “Besides, the seats will dry, just get in. Munson, in the back,” he ordered, his tone not allowing any room for argument. Eddie complied as Steve hesitated for a moment, then climbed into the passenger seat, his movements sluggish and pained. Eddie glanced nervously between the two. He didn’t exactly understand what was happening, and he’s never learned when to keep his mouth shut so he asks, “Figures you’d be mixed up in some kind of trouble. Can’t stay out of trouble, can you, Harrington? I wonder if all that hairspray got to your head. So, who was it this time? Hagan again? Oh, or maybe Byers?” Jim gives him a look in the rearview mirror, “Munson. Not the time.” He says with a hint of a warning on the tip of his tongue. The tension in the air became harsh again as Hopper pulled back onto the road, the only sound being the steady drumming of rain against the roof of the truck. Hopper stole occasional glances at Steve, his expression unreadable. Steve stared blankly out the window, his mind a whirlwind of pain. It’s not long before Eddie speaks up again. “Okay, I can’t be the only one who’s curious, right? Steve Harrington, golden boy of high school who went around like he was hot shit, keeps getting his ass beat.” Eddie retorted, his tone laced with sarcasm. “Guess you’re not as tough as you thought, huh?”

Steve doesn’t make any comments, his hands in his lap balling up into fists. “It’s not what you think, Munson,” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the thumping of rain against the truck’s roof.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, shocked that he even knew his name. “Oh yeah? Enlighten me, Harrington . What’s your excuse this time?”

“ Munson . Drop it.” Jim gruffly said, looking back into the rearview mirror, but Eddie wasn’t about to let it go that easily. “Come on, spill it, Harrington. What, did you piss off the wrong person?”

Steve’s breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he looked like he might lash out in anger. Eddie smirks at the thought of getting a rise out of Steve Harrington.

It’s Jim who speaks up for him. “Your pops—he the one putting his hands on you?” Jim knows he shouldn’t ask, but he’s a cop and he needs to know. Steve’s cold demeanor softens and for a second, Steve looks tired and scared. Like he’s been through this one too many times, like he spends most nights being hit and smacked around by his father. Steve hesitated, then nodded slowly. The smirk faded from Eddie’s face as he took in Steve’s words, a wave of guilt washing over him. Suddenly, he feels like the world’s biggest asshole ever. Guilt sat in his stomach like a boulder and he silently wished he could take back every mocking word he’d said. “Are you—“ Steve paused to clear his throat, “gonna tell anyone..?” Hopper shot Steve a sidelong glance, a hint of gruff affection in his gaze. “You know I have to. Your dad shouldn’t—he shouldn’t be hitting you.” Steve scoffs, looking out the window. “I’m 19, I can handle it.” He snapped, before wincing at the amount of pressure it must put on his injuries.

Something akin to anger boils in Jim’s gut. Was this what his dad was teaching him? That he was allowed to be beaten around just because he was legally an adult?

“Doesn’t matter if you’re not a child anymore, he shouldn’t hit you,” Jim replied.

“We’ll get this solved, okay? I’ll speak to your dad, probably bring him back to the station, and we’ll see where everything goes. You’ll be back home soon.”Jim tells him, hoping to sound reassuring. A humorless laugh erupts from Steve. “Yeah, good luck with that. My parents…they found out about some stuff and…I can’t go back there anymore. They don’t wanna see me.”

“ What ? Your parents kicked you out?” There was disbelief evident in Jim’s tone. Steve only nods as he shifts uncomfortably. “Where the hell was your mom when all this happened?” His voice was tinged with concern, and he saw how Steve’s jaw clenched in the corner of his eye.

“She…She was there,” he finally replied, his voice barely above a whisper. His knuckles were turning white with how hard he was clenching them. “She um…just stood there. Off to the side, um, crying.” Steve’s voice trembled with every word he said.

Jim’s expression hardened, a mixture of anger, disbelief, and disgust going through his head. Before he can say anything, Eddie speaks up. “And she didn’t..y’know, do anything to stop it?” His voice is filled with just as much disbelief.

Steve shakes his head, a small sniffle making its way out of him. “She never does.”

A heavy silence fell over the car as Jim and Eddie processed Steve’s frightening words. How many times has Steve’s dad beaten him to this extent?

Steve shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze fixed on the dashboard as he must’ve realized how bad his words sounded.

"I mean... it's not like he does it all the time," Steve began, his voice hesitant. "And... I probably deserved it, you know? I've messed up plenty of times. I mean, I’m not the.. best son. I’m not the smartest, I’ve... I’ve only got my looks going for me."

Hopper's brow furrowed at Steve's words, his expression stern. "Deserved it? Steve, no one deserves to be treated like that, especially not by their father. Your mom is just as bad for not doing anything to stop it.”Steve's jaw tightened as he struggled to find a response. "But... but he's just trying to teach me a lesson, you know? Like, toughening me up…being a man and all that shit."

Hopper shook his head, his voice firm. "There's a difference between that and abuse, Steve. And what your dad did... that’s abuse. It's not okay." Steve shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to make himself appear smaller.

"Steve, let me ask you something. Would you ever lay a hand on one of the kids? Just any of your friends in general. Even Munson back there. Would you treat one of them how your dad treats you?" Steve's breath caught in his throat, immediately thinking of Dustin's geeky behavior, Lucas and Max's unwavering loyalty, Eleven's fierce determination, and Robin’s awkward yet unconditional love.

The thought of ever hurting them, even in anger, made his stomach churn. "No," Steve replied, his voice barely above a whisper and already sick just thinking about it. "I could never... I would never do that to them." Hopper nodded, his gaze steady. "Then why is it okay for your dad to do it to you? The man who is supposed to love you is putting his hands on you."

Steve swallowed hard, the weight of Hopper's words settling heavily in his chest. Eddie clears his throat nervously in the backseat.

"Um, Harring- Steve , man, uh, sorry you had to go through all that," Eddie said, stumbling over his words. "I mean, no one deserves to be treated like that. And uh, coming from a guy who has an asshole dad too, your dad's a real jerk, no offense.”

Steve's lips twitched in a faint smile at Eddie’s attempt to be comforting. “Thanks. You don’t have to say sorry, you didn’t do anything.”

Jim’s eyebrows furrow at Eddie’s sudden comment, but relaxes when he hears how honest Eddie sounds.

Jim really didn’t want to bring the mood down with his next question and he felt guilt settle in his stomach, but he had to ask since it was his duty as a police officer. “Steve. Your folks still at home?” He asks, trying to sound as gentle as he can.

Steve’s smile falters and he hesitates before answering. “Uh, no. They…they left a few hours after..um…they said I need to have all my shit packed by the time they get back.”

Jim sighs, “Okay. Okay, well..we’ll figure something out, okay?”

Just then, Eddie chimes in. "Hey, Steve," Eddie began tentatively, "you know, my place isn't too far from here. If you want, you can crash at my house tonight. It’s uh, nothing fancy, but you’d at least have some place to sleep in the meantime, right? My uncles out, won’t be home ‘til morning.”

Steve freezes up and Jim glances at Eddie through the rearview mirror. “Oh…that’s, I wouldn’t wanna..intrude or anything.”

Eddie shakes his head. “You wouldn’t be intruding, it’s all good man.”

Steve hesitates for a moment, thinking over the situation. It would be nice to have a place to stay just for a while. “Alright. Uh…thanks, Eddie. I really appreciate it.”

Jim is already pulling into Forest Hills so there’s not much time to debate anything. Before Eddie fully makes it out of the truck, Jim stops him.

“Take care of him. If you hurt him in the slightest I swear nobody will be able to find your body after. Keep an eye on him, got it?” Eddie pauses, a hint of fear on his face which makes Jim feel somewhat proud, before nodding and getting out.

In Eddie's dimly lit room, the sound of rain tapping against the window provided a steady rhythm as Eddie meticulously cleaned the cuts on Steve's face. Steve winced as the antiseptic stung but gritted his teeth and endured it.

"You know," Eddie began, his tone casual, "back in high school, you were a real piece of work, Harrington." Steve's brows furrowed as he shot Eddie a questioning look. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Eddie shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, you know, strutting around like you owned the place, acting like you were too good for everyone else. The whole ' King Steve ' act."

Steve's jaw clenched slightly. “Yeah, but I..I’m sorry about all that. People change, y’know?”

Eddie continued working on Steve’s injuries. “Sure, people change. But jocks who go around giving the freaks swirlies, calling them queers, beating the shit out of them? Yeah, they never change.” Eddie chuckled, not paying attention to the way Steven’s brows furrowed and a look of hurt flashed in his eyes.

“Okay, I..I can’t, I’m done. Screw this and screw you, Eddie.” With that, Steve stood up abruptly, forcing himself out of Eddie’s grip and ready to leave.

“I just-I don’t understand. You were acting so nice in the car and when you were cleaning me up, and now you just…switched up on me! One second you’re nice, and the next you’re acting like a huge dick. I can understand why you hate me, but please for the love of God don’t pretend you fucking like me.” Steve’s eyes are filled to the brim with tears and Eddie can only watch as his bottom lip wobbles. He wipes angrily at his tears and then attempts to tug his shoes on.

Why can’t Eddie just shut up? He realizes how much of a jerk he was being and how he let his frustrations get to him. He frantically grasps Steve’s wrist to stop him from leaving. “I’m-sorry. That was…I’m an asshole. I just…you’ve changed, I’ve um…been a witness to that and I’ve still treated you like shit, and for that I’m..I’m sorry..I don’t even know why I…uh brought any of that up. I just-i’m just angry-or upset about the past and um..I’m sorry.” He tries to keep eye contact and tries to stop fidgeting with his hands, but he can’t seem to really stop.

Steve hasn’t just fully up and left yet, which Eddie takes as a good sign. He skeptically sits back down on the bed, obviously creating some distance between them.

“Um…can I?” Eddie hesitantly asks while gesturing to Steve’s injured face. Steve nods, not meeting his eyes.

Eddie eventually comes to the end of cleaning Steve’s wounds, and he sits back awkwardly, resting his palms on his lap. “Um…you’re all good now. Um,” He quickly tries to think of ways to fix things. “Y’know…despite everything, you’re um…still pretty cool. Uh…you’re a good person, really good. I mean, like the time you stopped Tommy from breaking Jeff’s-my friend-hand. Like, he was really going too far, and uh you..yeah. You’re like, a paladin or some shit.” Eddie’s cheeks flush as he stumbles over his words.

Steve raises an eyebrow, tilting his head. “Wait-a paladin? Like from that demons and monsters game?”

Eddie’s eyes widened in shock. There was no way in hell Steve Harrington actually knew what Dungeons and Dragons was. “Wait, hold on, wait- you , Steve Harrington, know what Dungeons and Dragons is?” Eddie asks, his eyes blown wide as he stares at Steve in astonishment.

Steve huffs out a laugh of amusement. “Yeah, uh..these little twerps that I babysit are like, in love with that dorky game. I have to sit through them talking about their little quests for hours.”

He still hasn’t gotten over the fact that Steve fucking Harrington knows what Dungeons and Dragons is, and now he apparently babysits?

“I-What? I-I’m sorry, I’m just trying to process all this. You know what D&D is, and you babysit?”

Steve chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, seriously. They’re middle schoolers and are absolute shitheads, but they’re good kids. They keep trying to rope me into playing their little nerd game with them and they said they have a..uh, character card? Or some shit for me already, but it just doesn’t seem like it’s for me. Not that it’s not cool or anything, but yeah.” He admitted with a smile, and with a look of fondness in his eyes he seemed as if he could talk about these kids for hours upon hours.

“Seriously, man, I’ve gotta get you in on one of my campaigns,” Eddie exclaimed, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. His body felt like it was fizzing up with overwhelming feelings of joy at the thought of just talking about his campaign that he’s spent day and night preparing for. “Let’s make a character sheet. I swear you’ll enjoy it, or you could just sit in as an NPC!”

Steve chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. “I’m not sure…I don’t wanna intrude or anything. And um…I’m not the best with uh..numbers and words and all that shit…”

“That’s cool, I’ll walk you through it man. Shit, this is so- oh my god , Steve Harrington is going to play in one of my campaigns, holy shit—“ Eddie couldn’t help the excitement from overflowing. His eyes sparkled as he made gestures while he spoke. When he finally does stop talking, he’s out of breath and he notices the smile on Steve’s face.

Their eyes meet and for a second, it feels like time stops. It feels as if Steve can see everything inside Eddie and it makes him feel slightly vulnerable. Steve leaned in a tad bit closer and Eddie’s breath hitched.

“You’re..you’re really cool, Eddie.” Eddie’s breath catches in his throat and he feels like his skin is on fire. Even with all the injuries littering Steve’s face, he still looked beautiful.

“I’m..Steve, I really hope I’m not reading this wrong. I mean, I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors about the town freak, I’m.. I’m queer, man.” Eddie told him, his voice barely above a whisper and trembling.

“You’re not. Reading this wrong, that is.” Steve replied, before closing the gap between them, pressing his lips gently against Eddie’s. It was a brief, tender kiss, filled with words that said something and nothing at all and a silent understanding. Everything is buzzing, his heart is thumping and Eddie honestly is prepared for Steve to shove him off or look at him with disgust, maybe even leave. Steve may be fine with him being a nerd, but he might draw the line at being into guys.

He hesitantly looks into Steve’s eyes and is surprised to see no repulsion or anger. Instead, his eyes were full of adoration, soft with affection.

Eddie feels relief wash over his body and he finally manages to stammer out, “You’re..you’re not mad or anything?”

Steve shakes his head, a hint of a smile teasing his lips. “I’m not. I…think I’ve been wanting to do that for a while? I’m-I’m not sure. I definitely liked it, um, kissing a guy-kissing you . So yeah, I’m not mad.” Steve’s small smile then falters and Eddie can sense that something’s wrong. Eddie hesitantly takes Steve’s hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“What’s..what’s wrong?” Eddie asked softly.

Steve took a deep breath. “I..the reason um…the reason my dad beat me was because he..uh…” Steve sniffles, wiping the tears swelling up in his eyes with haste. Eddie tucks some of his hair behind his ear, squeezing his hand again.

“I’ve known for a while that I..I like both genders. And um, I was experimenting and he…he found some queer porn mags in my room.” Eddie’s heart clenches at his words, and it reminds him of his own dad all too much.

“I..I tried to explain to him that I... I’m still me , I still like girls…but he wouldn’t listen and I-I was so scared, so fucking -I thought he was gonna kill me.” Without hesitation, Eddie pulled him into a tight embrace, holding him close as he whispered words of comfort.

“You’re okay now. I understand, you didn’t deserve any of that, Steve.” Eddie whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m..you can stay with me and my uncle while things get sorted out okay? You don’t have to go back there, you don’t have to experience that again.”

Steve buried his face into Eddie’s chest, his body shaking as sobs tore from his throat and he struggled for air, his body shaking with the force of his sobs.

This can be enough, for now. They’ll have to figure out the rest along the way but they at least knew that together, they could heal the wounds of their past with their hearts full of hope and possibilities.

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #angst with a happy ending #steve harrington angst #hurt/comfort #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #steve x eddie

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puremadwh0rebabexxx · 1 month

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About me xxx

Hey babes this is my first Tumblr post here are some cheeky things about me xxx

This page will be safe for everyone hens xxx

୨୧┇Name: Michaelmyerssectretgf (or Mikey lol)

୨୧┇Birthday: 17th October

୨୧┇Nationality: Scottish-French oui oui

୨୧┇Gender: Girl (She/her)

୨୧┇Hobbies: Making edits, Editing YT videos, Listening to music

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╰─ - ̗̀✎ My Favorite...

୨୧┇Food: Garlic bread

୨୧┇Color: Black, red, purple

୨୧┇Musicians:

Lana Del Rey

The Weeknd

Freddie Dredd

Deftones

Kali Uchis

BONES

$uicideboy$

Future

Ethel Cain

Slayyyter

Grimes

Sky Ferreria

(G)I-DLE

Chase Icon

KARD

+ Way More

୨୧┇Movies: I love horror <3

Sinister

Saw

The Black Phone

Pearl

John Wick

The Dark Knight

Terrifier 1 and 2

Shrek :)

Barbie

୨୧┇TV Shows:

Cobra Kai

Hannibal

Superstore

American Horror Story

Good Omens

A Series of unfortunate events

(I need to watch more TV Shows ngl)

୨୧┇Animal: Cats! I am a huge cat person

୨୧┇Fictional Characters:

Pearl - Pearl

Art The Clown - Terrifier

Mark Hoffman - Saw

Roman Bridger - Scream 3

Jason Carvey - Scream 6 (Deserved more screentime)

Quinn Bailey - Scream 6

Tiffany Valentine - Chucky movies

Firefly Fam - Firefly Trilogy

Aemond Targryen - House of the Dragon

Michael Myers - Halloween

Fleabag - Fleabag

Elaine Parks - The Love Witch

୨୧┇My Celebrity Crushes

Dev Patel

Tom Wlaschiha

Ethan Hawke

Mads Mikkelsen

David Howard Thornton

Pedro Pascal

Oscar Isaac

Richard Brake

Rory Culkin

Tony Revolori

+ Way more lol

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୨୧┇Likes: Music, Cardi B doing ASMR, Writing, Cats. blocking people on Twitter, drinking lots of coffee, Nice people :), creepy things, Night time drives, Orange juice, Jeremy Fragrence, Gothic things, dollcore too, Trisha Paytas, Lidl bakery, Older men ehehheh

୨୧┇Dislikes: mean people (Aka half the ppl in my school), rain, Chocolate and fruit mixed together, Loud noises (I start crying haha), Feeling left out/Being a thirdwheel, having dry skin

୨୧┇Extra stuff: I love Hamilton :), I am a very sensitive person, I want to become an actress when I leave school, I am guilty of using Character ai 0_0, I have an obsession with orange juice, I am excited for Terrifier 3 to come out, I have never met a celebrity before :(, I am quite quiet irl, I have asthma and eczema it sucks, I collect cat figures, horror DVDs, can tabs and CDs

୨୧┇My Socials: Tiktok: Wh0reforhoffman YT: Michaelmyerssecretgf

Take care hens :)

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#introduction #blog intro #horror #Michaelmyerssecretgf #horror movie girlie

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hellstromknight · 1 year

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And here’s the DC version!

Recasting DC Actors as Marvel Characters!

Margot Robbie - Emma Frost.

Gal Gadot - Songbird. The obvious choice is Sabra, but obvious is boring.

Brandon Routh - Wonder Man. My mans was actually my choice a few years back.

Freddie Stroma - Deadpool. Since, he’s a lot like Wade in Peacemaker, so...

Grace Caroline Currey - Kate Bishop.

Ryan Potter - Iceman. Okay, uh... Kinda mostly just because he’s hot, and his Beast Boy is quite enjoyable.

Robert Pattinson - Cyclops.

Aldis Hodge - Black Panther.

Ewan McGregor - Hank Pym.

Richard Brake - Carnage. He played Joe Chill in Batman Begins, so he technically counts.

Wanted to stay away from the actors that have already appeared in both Marvel and DC movies (Ben Affleck, Christian Bale, Michael Keaton, Tom Hardy, J.K. Simmons, Idris Elba, Ryan Reynolds, etc).

No Henry Cavill because there’s a lot of fancasts for him and that’s just getting really, really, really fucking old and tiring to see his face everywhere. Nothing against the guy, great actor and it sucks what’s happening to him, but...

#Fancast #DC #Marvel #Margot Robbie #Gal Gadot #Brandon Routh #Freddie Stroma #Grace Caroline Currey #Ryan Potter #Robert Pattinson #Aldis Hodge #Ewan McGregor #Richard Brake

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hehe 3, 6, 7, 10, 12, 22, and 31 for my horror ask game ^_^

3) like semi recently i watched color me blood red and i loveddd it its so camp just a freaky guy doing freaky stuff in the name of art <3 so fun!

6) a movie i realllly loved was revenge (2017) and i definitely wouldn't recommend to a lot of people one bc it is a rape revenge movie and i know a lot of people dont fw the genre, but its also super emotionally taxing like even for the genre its super visceral sooo

7) i want to recommend scream at the top of my lungs jacobs ladder! its so fucking good and so overlooked but it fucking rules the imagery is so cool and the dialogue is really moving i just have to rep it im like super obsessed w it rn

10) i wish i could watch silence of the lambs for the first time again bc the first time i saw it i was 9 and didnt really understand it or feel moved by it or anything but so then in the future when i could appreciate it i like knew all the turns so it was a little less fun but it still fucking rocks

12) there are few movies that stick to me after watching but like after watching audition for the first time i tried to watch shameless but i felt so sick that i had to turn it off for something softer and i still felt so bad i couldn't fall asleep until 8am it was crazy

22) a character that actually freaked me out was def doomhead from 31 richard brake goes crazyyy

31) house of 1000 corpses is obv my most favoritest specialist bestest movie in the whole wide world 😊😊

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imfullofworms · 1 year

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Regularly scheduled moping and poetry will recommence shortly, but many of you may not know that Irish-English actor Ray Stevenson has sadly passed away at the age of 58.

While recognized for playing Frank Castle in The Punisher: Warzone (2008) and Titus Pullo in Rome (2005), I'd like to draw your attention to a lesser-known indie film; Outpost (2008).

In war-torn Eastern Europe, a mysterious businessman hires a group of mercenaries on a routine mission to protect him not knowing of the long-hidden secret that lies there.

-IMDB

Made on a shoestring budget by devoted Scottish couple Arabella Croft and Kieran Parker, Outpost features some of the best character actors America, England and Northern Ireland had to offer at the time.

Essentially, the plot boils down to Nacht Der Untoten from Call of Duty: World at War.

Ok, that's not fair.

Having picked up the trail of a super-secret Nazi experiment to produce super soldiers, shady English businessman Julian Wadham hires Ray and Co to tag along with him to a hidden bunker in war-torn Eastern Europe.

Arriving and opening the bunker, the team discovers exactly what Julian was hoping to find: Die Glocke.

However, upon trying to dismantle the machine so Julian can copy it and sell it to the highest bidder, the corpses of the Nazi experimenters begin to rise as night descends, leading to a fight to the death between Ray and his team and the reanimated SS troupe.

This film does not end on a happy note.

Despite the tiny budget, the sparse CGI holds up even 15 years later, the practical effects are insane, the set design, costume design and makeup effects are all amazing, the actors relish their roles and have metric tonnes of fun with them and the zombies... Menacing, unkillable, determined— truly scary. Not to mention the plot and central mystery being both interesting and tightly written! Did I mention the atmosphere?? It's grim, it's dark, it's blood in your face.

It goes without saying that Ray is the stand-out amongst the cast as grizzled mercenary DC, but Julian Wadham as Hunt, Richard Brake as Prior and Michael Smiley as McKay give their all in this excellent Nazi-zombie horror; all of whom are blasting out great performances elsewhere today.

While mostly unknown, the film was picked up and distributed and would go on to spawn a pair of sequels; one of which, a direct continuation in-fact, delved deeper into the mystery of the bunker and Die Glocke housed within, but both were ultimately panned by audiences and critics alike. Outpost: Black Sun— check it out (the other one isn't that great...)

So if you like horror, indie horror or have a Nazi-zombies fix that Call of Duty can no longer scratch, put this on and have a ball; it'll be the best 90 minutes you'll ever spend (just don't ask me where the hell you'll find it...)

Thank you, Ray, for your contributions to horror cinema and cinema in general 🩶 Despite being a relatively big name, you took the time and care to give your talent to an indie production who just so happened to make one of my favourite movies.

#film #film and tv #film and media #horror #indie movie #worms wriggles #horror movies

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msookyspooky · 8 months

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Speaking of Remakes even though no one will EVER replace the chemistry between Bill and Lance and Jeanette on set or the sheer passion they all brought to their roles and the movie as a whole as well as the authentic 80's vibe you can't replicate...

If I HAD to pick a fancast for Jesse Hooker in a Near Dark remake it would be Richard Brake

He has that same rough, willowy, half dead feel about him and I KNOW he could easily play a western creepy yet protective patriarch of a vampire clan like Lance did

(Even if Lance would always play it best the man wore jagged acrylic nails, stayed in character with a cop pulling him over and lost like 20 lbs for the role but Richard is arguable just as dedicated of an actor too so Im js.)

#just thinking #near dark jesse #jesse hooker #near dark 1987

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slxsherwriter · 5 months

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Sunday Interruptions

Fandom: A Good Day For It

Pairing: Norman Tyrus x female reader

Word count: 1,410

Warnings: Mentions of potential past abuse

Author's note: This started with the little opening scene and then branched off in an unexpected direction. Sort of just plopped in the middle of something established, but it was fun. As always, not beta-read.

Special shout out to the wonderful @slashingdisneypasta for being so encouraging.

The loud crash coming from the opposite end of the house had to be caused by Wayne and Dale. Hopefully, not breaking something. Again. You groaned, the sound muffled against both the pillow and warm arm beneath you. It was too early to be dealing with this shit.

"Fuck, Norm. I thought you said you didn't want children." A bit of a childish statement in and of itself. The two were staying with you because they had nowhere else to go. At least not at the moment. Having them close made it easier for Norman and his brother as well. Hands for a job were never far. But it was like having two children in the house. Dale worse than Wayne, but them together? A low snort came from behind you before the arm around your waist tightened.

"No, I said I didn't want those children living with us. Never said anything about our own." Before you had a chance to respond, the door flew open, and Wayne was walking in without a care in the world. Sometimes, boundary was a foreign word and concept. Norman let out a sound that was quite literally almost a growl. "How many times do I have to tell you? You knock and wait for one of us to answer!" You thought that Wayne was just hoping to catch you two in the act or even you undressing at one point. For the laughs, nothing more. There was a certain level of respect there, given you did belong to Norman. At least in the eyes of the men.

It took a second for you to catch the look that was plastered over his face. Far more serious than typical. Something was wrong. Lightly squeezing Norman’s wrist, it was an attempt to both soothe and make him pay closer attention.

“What's wrong Wayne?” You spoke up first, shifting but remaining under the covers.

“Need you both to get dressed and come see.” The tension that ran through Norman was palpable.

“Get out. We'll be there in five.” Wayne went to say something before thinking better of it and nodding. He walked out and closed the door behind him, leaving the pit in your stomach grow. “Shit…” The sentiment was shared, though you couldn't verbalize it right away. Slipping from the warmth and comfort of the bed, you instantly regretted the decision, but there was hardly anything to do for it with the risk of trouble hanging over your heads. Norman moved with the same sort of lack of desire but with a little urgency. The crash that you had heard could have been trouble.

“You got the gun I gave you?” Immediately, you moved to the drawer of the dresser and pulled it out. “Good. Let's go.”

The house was oddly quiet. Since Wayne and Dale had shown up, there was almost always some sort of constant buzz of noise. So much so that it had become a background staple, something you were used to, and now that it was missing, it sent an odd chill through you.

“What's going on, Wayne?” Norman broached the situation first, making sure you hung back a bit. You knew what the boys did. You, yourself, weren't ever directly involved. It was safer that way. For you, and for them.

The man in question gave a small jerk of his head, hands stuck in his pockets. It was an indication of where he needed to look. A soft huff came from Norman. Great. That was no answer. He moved off to look just around the corner.

“Son of a bitch,” he exclaimed, hand smashing against the wall beside him. Well, that gave you a decent idea that whatever it was, you didn't want to see it. And that the crash hadn't been the fault of the boys. Wayne had shifted closer to you, hand coming out of a pocket to rest against your back.

“Why don't you get some breakfast started?” The kitchen was in the opposite direction. Normally, you would have playfully bantered back, but now, you also understood the underlying words. The boys needed to talk in private.

“Yeah, yeah okay.”

“Keep the gun close.” So much for not worrying and the both of you needing to see. Norman would give you a better idea of what you needed to worry about soon enough. Wayne wouldn't keep you in the dark for long either if his genuine concern over it was anything to go by. Giving one final nod, you moved off to begin the nearly mindless routine of getting breakfast ready. It was Sunday, after all. And while the boys were rowdy, Sunday breakfast was a staple they never missed.

You had just gotten the bacon in the pan, batter mixed and ready to go for the pancakes, when Norman entered the kitchen. You could hear Wayne and Dale muttering to themselves just on the outskirts, though there was no way to fully make out what they were saying. Norman was quiet. Too quiet. You turned your attention from the pan after a second.

“Wayne's gonna stay here with ya while me and Dale head out to take care of something.” There was a pause, but not one long enough for you to ask what was going on. “You keep the gun close and listen to what Wayne has to say if something happens, alright?” He closed the gap between you. Warm lips met your forehead. Eyes closed, you grasped his shirt for a moment. Keeping him in place, reassuring yourself.

“What's going on, Norman?” A heaving sigh, reluctance. After another second of silence, he pulled a bloodied piece of paper from his pocket. Unsure what it was or what it could mean, your eyes were fixed on it.

“Go on,” he urged gently. None of this was good but you did as he asked. The paper crinkled, feeling brittle under your fingers. Despite the still damp spots on it. You almost wished you hadn't asked as the writing on it became clear. Bile rose in your throat, that bitter acidic burn keeping you grounded in reality.

“Is this real?” It took effort, but you were able to tear your gaze from the letter up to Norman. You weren't sure you could recall him looking this serious before. At least not in your presence.

“Yeah, it's real. But it's nothing for you to worry about, okay? Dale and I are gonna handle it. Fucker won't be coming near you ever again. Told you that before and I meant it.” His hand came up to rest against your cheek, a gentle touch that was meant to be soothing. You had to trust that he could handle the situation. Otherwise… Well, it wasn't worth thinking about. The sense of safety that you had found here couldn't be compromised. You couldn't go back to that. “We'll be back in time for dinner.” This time, there was a more reassuring smile that came to his face and it ease the tangle of nerves that threatened to constrict your throat.

“Okay.”

“That's my girl.” Another kiss to your forehead before Norman was properly pressing his lips to yours. A silent reassurance. One you wholeheartedly believed.

Well, that left you and Wayne for breakfast then, the realization coming as you watched Norman and Dale head out the back door off of the kitchen.

“Come on, Wayne. Sit and eat.” Routine was necessary. It was something to cling to and find more even footing after the morning had flipped everything on its head.

“Bacon and pancakes?” He was already stretching to get the plates.

“It's Sunday morning, of course.” Wayne chuckled softly. You knew why Norman had chosen Wayne to stay behind. Sure, he and Dale could act like children. More often than not, they did. But Wayne was easily the smarter of the two, more calculating even if he didn't always seem it. You felt safer with him than you would have with Dale, who was the sharpest tool in the shed. Loyal and eager, but needed a whole hell of a lot of direction.

“How ‘bout we get settled in the living room and watch that movie ya have been bugging us to watch?” The offer surprised you.

“Ya sure?” He shrugged as his coffee was momentarily more important than the food on his plate. Okay, so maybe those two living with you and Norman wasn't as bad as it seemed.

#norman tyrus #norman tyrus x reader #norman tyrus x you #a good day for it #richard brake characters #robert englund characters #not quite horror but still sort of fits the blog #the characters might as well be honorary slashers given who they are played by

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popentertainment-moviereviews · 2 years

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BARBARIAN (2022)

Starring Georgina Campbell, Bill Skarsgård, Justin Long, Matthew Patrick Davis, Richard Brake, Kurt Braunohler, Jaymes Butler, J.R. Esposito, Kate Bosworth, Sophie Sörensen, Brooke Dillman, Sara Paxton, Will Greenberg, Derek Morse, Trevor Van Uden, Zach Cregger, Kalina Stancheva and Devina Vassileva.

Screenplay by Zach Cregger.

Directed by Zach Cregger.

Distributed by 20th Century Studios. 102 minutes. Rated R.

Well it started out well. That’s something, right?

I’ll even go so far as to say that the first 30-40 minutes of Barbarian was terrific – a promising set up for a smart and funny and creepy genre film.

But boy howdy, did it ever fall apart quickly after that. The story got more and more nonsensical as it went on, venturing into new unneeded characters and plotlines popping up out of the blue. Not only that, but the characters also kept performing actions that were just so amazingly stupid that I walked out wondering what the hell I just watched.

I mean, I get that you have to give a certain amount of leeway in horror movies. The victims are always doing the wrong things, otherwise you would not have a story. As the commercial says, why go to the running car when you can hide in the creepy shed? However, even in the realm of stupid horror reactions, this group is particularly boneheaded.

It had a wonderful set-up, though.

Tess (Georgina Campbell), a young woman in Detroit for a job interview to work on a new documentary film, shows up at a little Airbnb which she had rented in the middle of a torrential downpour. The house itself seems cute enough, although it is in the middle of a wreck of a neighborhood which looks like something out of Khaboul. However, when she tries to get the key from the lock box, it turns out there is no key there.

It turns out that a guy named Keith (Bill Skarsgård) is already staying there. Keith seems to be nice, seems to be a popular musician, seems to be down to Earth and he had also rented the house. Somehow, they got double booked. It is the middle of the night, and no one is in the real estate office. It is pouring and a medical convention has the local hotels booked, so Keith suggests that she stay over with him.

So they stay together. He gives her the bedroom and sleeps on the couch. But who opened her door in the middle of the night? Who is making noises somewhere in the house? What is causing Keith to have nightmares? Doesn’t Keith look an awful lot like Pennywise the clown? And what is that strange hidden room off of the basement?

Then, suddenly these two characters are disposed of (so to speak), although one returns to the action later. Instead, the lead is taken over by a smarmy Hollywood actor named AJ (Justin Long) whose career is being ruined by a #MeToo charge. By coincidence, he is also the owner of the house in Michigan (which is where he is from, although it appears he’s never actually been to the house himself). Suddenly unemployed, nearly broke and with lawyers’ fees piling up, he goes to the house to see if he can sell it.

And any chance this had of being a good movie dies a violent death.

The inconsistencies and ridiculous plot points start to pile up. As noted earlier, every character does the exact wrong thing, often putting their lives in mortal danger for people they barely even know. There is even a flashback which kind of explains what happened, although the timeline consistency of this explanation makes absolutely no sense. And don’t even get me started on the VHS tape that has apparently been playing on an endless loop in the basement for about 40 years.

Barbarian is a dark and sordid film, which I guess is okay, many horror films are. It certainly has more than its share of surprises and first-time writer/director Zach Cregger (previously best known as a member of the comedy troupe The Whitest Kids U’ Know) certainly has an interesting visual sense.

Too bad his movie turns out to be a complete mess.

Jay S. Jacobs

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#Barbarian #2022 #Movie Review #Georgina Campbell #Jay S. Jacobs

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iammistressofmyfate · 1 year

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Rating: Mature

Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish, Richard Gansey III/Blue Sargent

Tags: Haunting, Meet-Cute, Psychic Abilities, Psychic Adam Parrish, Irish Ronan Lynch, Fate, solving a murder, Ghost Hunting, True Crime elements, Murder, Murder, Mystery, new relationships, Ronan Lynch Loves Adam Parrish, Adam Parrish Loves Ronan Lynch, Bisexual Adam Parrish, Death, Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Vomiting, Possession, References to Canonical Abuse, Alternative Universe, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Adam Parrish is a psychic-medium, still living in his hometown of Henrietta, VA. He spends his time working part-time as a mechanic and part-time with the psychics of 300 Fox Way, helping clients connect with deceased loved ones. His life has been stable and uninteresting until a handsome Irishman shows up at 300 Fox Way looking for help with a haunting.

Excerpt:

It was a Wednesday.

Adam was half-way through his work week, excited to have a relatively free weekend to himself. He and Dean were going to make their way to D.C. to see a new exhibit on Illuminated Manuscripts at the National Gallery of Art.

Until then, he was working at the shop, replacing brake pads, diagnosing weird squeaking, changing oils, measuring tire pressure.

Adam actually liked being a mechanic. It was an easy job for him. He was good at it. Working on cars required an analytical, problem solving mind and that was how Adam’s brain worked. He liked getting exposure to all different kinds of vehicles, too.

Since Henrietta was so rural, he saw all kinds of farming equipment and second or third hand cars. When school was in session, the Aglionby boys would bring their fancy, souped up rides. Adam enjoyed working on the more exotic cars, though he didn’t understand why anyone would trust a teenager with such expensive luxury vehicles.

He supposed it was because when you had money, it didn’t matter. He had long ago given up his bitterness about this; it had no longer been worth it to hold onto a dream he’d never achieve, and so he’d settled for his lot.

[Chapter Three]

[The Beginning]

#pynch #adam parrish #ronan lynch #haunted au #alternative universe #blue sargent #richard campbell gansey iii #bluesey #noah czerny #300 fox way #trc fanfic #my fic

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amplesalty · 2 years

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Halloween 2022 - Day 14 - Tremors: Shrieker Island (2020)

Shrieker Island is actually a peninsula...

Well, here it is, we’ve most recent and perhaps final Tremors movie but we’ll get on to that. Michael Gross is back once more as Burt Gummer but, as mentioned during last year’s ‘A Cold Day in Hell’ viewing, his once long lost son is not here with him as Jamie Kennedy is sitting this one out. My quick research on the matter is coming up as inconclusive on exactly why that is, he did address this in a tweet at the time and even show off a draft script he had so that would suggest they had him in mind to reprise his role so maybe he jumped rather than being pushed. They don’t recast him but they do bring in what is a pretty much like for like replacement in Jon Heder who become’s Burt’s sidekick and even Travis’ mother is involved in this movie so it definitely seems like the character was meant to be here. He doesn’t seem the type to be worried about artistic vision or that Travis has already achieved a character arc so there’s no point in playing him a third time. And I can’t imagine he’s got much else on that he’s going to turn down a pay cheque so presumably he priced himself out of the job?

They quickly hand wave away Travis’ absence by explaining that he’s in jail after trying to smuggle drugs over the Mexican border. Thinking about it, that would have been a much more interesting movie if it was about Burt trying to bust him out. Maybe involve the Graboids by having Burt use one to tunnel into the prison and then he and Travis have to team up to take it out after it escapes.

Travis’ replacement in Heder’s Jimmy feels like a regression to Travis when we were first introduced to him, needing to really step up, mature and find himself as the movie goes on. If anything, he’s a bit of an irritating character that I was expecting Kennedy to play when I first found out he was 5. He almost has this wide eyed amazement at the whole thing and keeps comparing the situation to every action movie under the sun with the likes of Rambo, Predator and Evil Dead name dropped.

At least they gave credit to Predator where it was due whilst they were mimicking it so much. A group of people in a jungle setting being hunted by something using infared vision? Hmmmm... There even seems to be a shout out to Jurrasic Park (or whichever sequel it was in) when someone gets jumped by a Shrieker that leaps in from off screen stage left ‘clever girl’ style.

All of this action takes place on someone’s private island, Bill who is played by Richard Brake. He seems to be one of Rob Zombie’s regular contributors after starring in Halloween II, 31, 3 From Hell and the recent Munsters remake. He doesn’t seem the type to be adapting a 1950’s TV sitcom to the big screen, unless he’s reimagining it so the Munsters are much closer to their movie monster inspirations and they just go on a killing spree. Expect that one day, it’s gonna be easier to jump in on that than try and get through 70 episodes of the TV show.

Anyway, Bill has the brilliant idea of profiting on all those trophy hunt type holidays you see talked about where city slicker types pay thousands to go hunt wild animals out on the plains. Only, this is some super next level apex predator shit as they’re hunting Graboids. And not just any Graboids, he’s genetically modified them to make them even smarter and harder to kill. As much as it does seem to be a reoccurring plot for people to want to capture a Graboid for some unexplained monetary gain, at least he actually has an end goal in mind even if his own hubris means there’s no way of containing it. He’s so supremely confident t hat they’ll be able to kill them all that there doesn’t seem to be any killswitch in place should things get out of control.

All this leads to a rescue call being sent out to Burt who’s living it up off the grid in Papa New Guinea, somewhere Jimmy is wary of going lest he get eaten by cannibals. Hey mister, Prince Phillip could get away with that sort of crack because he was royalty and he was of a different generation. You should know better. Burt does look like he’d be more suited to talking to a volleyball with a bloody handprint for a face than killing giant worms but one quick shave later and he’s ready to get to work.

Bill’s hubris does lead to him getting killed halfway through which leads us without a bad guy as such but I suppose the Graboids are pretty much meant to be the defacto heels of the piece anyway.

So much so that, SPOILER ALERT, in the big finale where Burt and Jimmy are trying to lead the last Graboid off a cliff where it will fall to it’s demise, Burt heroically shoves Jimmy out of harms way and gets gobbled up. In one last act of defiance, he gives the Graboid the finger, the middle finger...only, the way it’s shot makes it looks like he’s giving Jimmy the middle finger. Now, Burt has been eaten by a Graboid before so he might be okay...

Well, no. Probably not now...

And if this is the end, well I honestly can’t think of a more noble way for Burt to go than being beaten by the ultimate predator.

At least, we can only assume this is the end because Burt Gummer was the only thing keeping this whole series ticking along and this has all the hallmarks of it being his one last ride, from being effectively dragged out of retirement to having a warriors death on the field of battle. Michael Gross has hinted at another outing but one would imagine they’ve sort of written themselves into a corner here unless it turns out Burt is somehow miraculously alive despite being in the belly of a Graboid as it plummeted onto huge spikes and got blown to kingdom come. Plus, the dude is 75 at this point and isn’t going to be keeping up this pace forever. Perhaps the most logical step for the series is for it to spend some time in hibernation before going the reboot route because there’s not really anywhere you can go in the core series at this point. Your most logical replacement for Burt was Travis but he’s seemingly on the outs now. Whilst Jimmy did show some more guts by the end of the movie, he doesn’t really seem like lead character material. But there’s no one else really left at this point, we had the passing of Fred Ward earlier this year so Earl’s out (though he was even older than Michael Gross anyway) so you’re either going entirely new character or the long awaited return of Kevin Bacon?

Still, the poignant ending of the surviving cast of characters leaving mementos at Burt’s grave does give a sense of closure to the whole series, even if it is a tragic one, rather than it just being left in limbo for an 8th movie that might never happen. And as the movie closes out to a montage of Burt’s greatest hits, that does feel a little bit like a more positive spin one could apply to this whole movie. But perhaps the more realistic summary would be that it’s yet another by the book Tremors sequel that does little to change the biology of it’s trademark monsters the way it’s earlier sequels did and hits the same story beats as it’s predecessors. That really is becoming a recurring point in this years marathon, perhaps aptly so given the overarching theme of nostalgia in this anniversary year.

But before we truly bring the curtain down on the Tremors franchise, we do have the unfinished business of looking at that early 2000’s TV series. After all, it is customary for me to tease it. Perhaps 2023 will finally see it come to this blog to act as Burt Gummer’s last hurrah...

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