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OKAY! maaade an interest tracker so go check it out while i begin to reply to things that i owe ;;>~>
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I’M ALIVE!!!!!!
#ooc.#honestly i’ve just been insanely swamped with college work but i’m so happyyyy#i wanna rp lestat de gayboy
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i’ll be going on vacation for a week so i’m basically on hiatus until then! :)
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Lucas Werneck drawing the X-Men Evolution characters, Scott and Jean.
29 Sep 2022
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have any of you thought about scott summer’s slutty little waist today
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2 sketches of kurt I did recently
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x-men evolution, my beloved
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#bitches be like ‘he’s my comfort character’ and it’s just a dude covered in blood
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SPREE
(2020) dir. Eugene Kotlyarenko
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i need to add my new oc uh his name is amadeo and he is an italian priest with severe ptsd and ocd who is also a pyromaniac so uh if you wanna plot w him… let me know
also here is a picture of him courtesy of ME! his hair is darker tho but i was lazy
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@skewviewed as aaron walsh sent : “ blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb. ”
he listens, as always, listening obediently with a head bowed and hands crossed over his lap. hammered into him was the doctrine, every whip lashing to his skin bleeding the words of the bible into a feeble soul. despite his best efforts, he cannot keep the tears out of his eyes, the pain filling inside him as he looks up at aaron with gorgeous greys.
“ w-would it really be so bad? ” he poses gently, biting his lower lip. “ i — i won’t tell them anything, i swear. we don’t even need to talk to them! we can just — drive by my house, or something, j-just to see them — ” he takes aaron’s hands into his own. “ p-please... i need to see them... s-see how they’re doing... ”
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@finalslay as donovan sent : “who did you kill? whose blood is that?”
“ like it fucking matters, dude. ” he snaps almost immediately, waving his hand dismissively. “ what — i need to report every single fucking thing i do to you? you wanna know when i jack off too? jesus, ” he rolls his eyes as he pours himself some vodka. leave it to donovan to be the lingering ex-boyfriend who couldn’t move on. “ you’re not even supposed to be up here, anyway. she’s gonna get pissed if she sees you. ” he sounds more cocky now as he throws back a shot, groaning a little before he turns to donovan, grinning. she chose me, not you. “ do you need to get your stuff or something? ”
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STRODE, LAURIE.
will she ever outrun him? will she ever escape the boogeyman, his constant stalking, his constant following? laurie does not think so. are they destined to play this little game forever and ever, even here in this realm? yes. undoubtedly. she’s not as afraid of him as she was on halloween night though, a babysitter fleeing from her pursuer. she ran into the fog to escape michael, and he FOLLOWED her. at least, here in the entity’s games, nothing he does to her is permanent. that’s a small victory at least ; it gives laurie courage, the initiative to continue.
she knows that the rest of the survivors cannot see him lingering beyond the fire’s reach, that white mask fixated on her. she isn’t sure how she knows that the others cannot see michael’s shadow, the darker spot in already dark trees, but she is aware of it nonetheless. that’s how laurie had found herself away from the campfire’s safety, daring to venture into the forest. daring to look the boogeyman directly in the face, blue eyes locked onto the pair peering out at her through the mask. he does not move, does not show any sign of listening to her command, and laurie doesn’t know why she even expected otherwise.
dark and light, good and evil, standing here before each other in the entity’s dark forest.
neither one moving, neither one flinching.
“ you didn’t sacrifice me in the last trial. ” it is not a question, but an observation. “ why? ” laurie knows she will not get an answer, but she will ask anyway. in a way, she almost thinks she’d prefer having michael’s knife through her chest than to be sacrificed to the thing in the sky — does he sense that, somehow? isn’t it more poetic for her to die at his hand than merely on a HOOK?
michael delicately tilts his head at her question, watching as she questions him. she already knew the answer, there was no need for an inquiry. why would he sacrifice his obsession to some entity in the sky? not when he could have her to himself, have her blood on his hands. there was always something impersonal yet intimate about michael myers. he killed indiscriminately, but... he did love to have fun with it. there was a process — the stalking, the intimidation, the paranoia, then the kill. and even after that, he had to make it presentable. he didn’t know laurie, not beyond seeing her walking home one day... but he knew. this was the one. his final kill.
he continues to stand here, immobile, almost a fixture amongst the still trees as she stalks him. he had no desire to kill her, not now. not here. it would be no fun.
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You’re a fighter. You always have been. I honestly don’t know where you get it from. I get it from you, Mom.
Natalia Dyer as NANCY WHEELER and Cara Buono as KAREN WHEELER
STRANGER THINGS 3 Chapter Four: The Sauna Text
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could you be any more annoying.. lol
Easily
#musings : lestat de lioncourt.#musings : freakazoid / dexter douglas.#musings : tabitha smith / boom-boom.#queue.
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What fun things do u like to do?
Sometimes I lie down.
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