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waifuneral · 4 months
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applesontheground · 11 months
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I saw that your request are open and wanted to ask for some headcanons of slashers like Bubba sawyer, Thomas hewitt and Michael myers if their Lover or S/O was a Dancer (Ballerina,etc). It's ok if you don't wanna write about that!
hello, anon! i've actually wanted to write something with a ballerina/dancer s/o, so allow me to indulge ya! thank you for being so polite. although i don't write for michael myers, i'd love to include bubba and thomas along with a couple other slashers i think would adore a dancing s/o. i've even included my slasher OC if that's alright, because like i said, he'd love it! ☆
headcanons - Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Leslie Vernon, Norman Bates, & Tad Kennedy w/ a Dancer S/O
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Bubba Sawyer
Self expression is everything to him, so when he sees you expressing something deep inside through a fluid movement or bold spin on your toes...he's intrigued. He's making his brothers watch, too, if you're not shy to that. He's stopping everything to set the stage for you.
He wouldn't be able to stop watching you do your thing, and after learning you're a dancer, everything you do feels so much more elegant in his eyes.
With a little encouragement, he'd definitely learn to dance with you too. He's somewhat familiar with the standard line dancing, so the amalgamation of that and your own style would become a special bonding activity. Something so utterly him and utterly you.
Thomas Hewitt
In a "career" that's messy and a world that's often loud and hectic, seeing you take a second to do something so lighthearted would catch Tommy off guard. He'll merely watch, jaw half open and hands unable to keep steadfast to working as you show off that you are capable of such a delicate, almost joyful routine or movement.
Whether you're interested in the music, the dance, or the costume design of your favorite type of dance, he'd always be listening to you talk about it and bringing things to your attention that he thinks is relevant.
If passerbys who come through the Hewitts are also dancers, he'd find a way to get you to meet (at arm's distance, of course). If it means he can see you light up before the family does what they do to people who fall into an unfortunate strike of luck of crossing the farm, it's like a break in the clouds to see a brief moment of you being happy.
Leslie Vernon
You're in good company with a man of many talents himself! Even if it's just a hobby, he would be very curious to see how quick you can hop to the balls of your feet, or break out a dance move that's more than something you learn to idly do at a party.
A bit of a gymnast himself, Leslie would probably see it in other ways. If you have more toned leg muscles, a passing knowledge of certain ballets/stage performances, etc., he'd tune in and start figuring out why that's so.
You might find after a little while that his movements when doing his own work would start to become a little more fluid itself. The interest and excitement rubs off easily on him, and if you're a graceful swan in your craft...he can't help but to adopt a ghost of that, too.
Norman Bates
The most thoughtful observer. If you need someone to make sure your moves are clean, he'd gladly observe and give his best critique (which would be 95% fawning and compliments, but he's doing his best to be good audience).
He'll never interrupt, and be very defensive over others interrupting you when you're dancing or even mentioning it.
He'd also get very interested in the music that you like to dance to, often playing it if he hears it on the radio and asking for your opinions on which songs make you the most light on your feet.
Also: lots of finding that the two of you suddenly own that ballet/album on vinyl, but it's more of an open secret that doesn't get more than a pointed glance from you and a sheepish glance in return from him. "Mother's always had that record, I don't know why you're so suspect."
While not a dancer himself, he gains security from dancing with you. Take his hand, and he'll follow your lead albeit a bit shyly, but find a way to love it as he loves you.
Tad Kennedy ⚡
Oh, baby!
He loves to dance as is, and while it's more for his stage performances, when he feels the groove he's gonna be right there with you. Even if you're just idly swaying while cooking or doing something unrelated, he'd be behind you swaying in the same rhythm.
Nothing makes him happier than seeing you work on your craft, and the delicate nature of some ballet would make him soft for sure.
If you're interested in watching ballet/dancing as well, he'd be keeping an eye out for shows to take you to -- and you best believe he'd be mentioning to every small talker that you also dance.
he would learn how to dance with you the best to his ability. even though he's more of a groovy hip shaker than a ballerina himself, he loves to share the dancefloor with you and can adjust if it means getting to do that.
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romanticvampiric · 3 months
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This has nothing to do with DL, but I already finished the reference for my most recent OC 😭 I'm so happy, look at my baby.
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I love him so much, he looks so cute.
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ryansen · 2 months
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Blly
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smapis · 2 years
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GET EATEN
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unicorn-of-mischief · 4 months
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Tom being at The Tonight Show the other week and someone mentioning it on here had me going back to this gem from S1 promo: The Mimic Challenge. I have never laughed so hard watching an 'interview' and I have never seen/heard Tom belly laugh like this. It's wonderfully joyful to watch. The little piggy was defininately his favourite 🐷
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j3-4n · 2 months
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Mann, Ik I’m postin way too much buh
Getting high while being an 4n4 is Fuckin’ awful bro.
Cuz you still got dem disordered thoughts in ur head but you body just won’t listen to ur mind.
So ur just sitting here thinking urself to be a Fuckin’ PIG right, n the high makes the thoughts like 7xs worse cuz everything is turned to 10 at that moment.
Like it’s gotten to the point to where I’ve been on the brink of tears cuz I ate while high, n I was still high, abt to cry cuz I felt like a disgusting glut
Tbh imma give up that green for now, until I can learn to do it without binging, AND it would be a good idea to make getting baked a gw reward.
I’m
Gonna cry, :c
I wanna text my twin, my pookie butt, see if she’s awake, my coochie roomie @crazy4nicorexic
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elpeordragon · 1 year
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I can’t help to see a pig when I Watch this picture. You? 🐖
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chubbyybunnie · 4 months
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Starting tomorrow, I will be good.
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espefrog8407 · 1 year
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My Techno design cheatsheet
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Use this how ever you like, study it, look at it or just have it sitting in your likes, I don’t give a diddly crap
Also I am sorry for any spelling mistakes or my handwriting, and click for a cleaner image
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yoooko-o · 1 year
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THE PORK FACE
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時差投稿で恐縮です笑 以前、Instagramのストーリーを見て一目ぼれ🥰 宇田川さんではなく、この"THE PORK FACE"👕 調べてみたら、通販のみの取り扱いになるらしい泣 どのサイズが自分に合うのか考えて買うしかないよね…
Time difference post. I fell in love at first sight when I saw their Instagram story🥰 Not Mr.Udagawa(Japanese baseball player), this "THE PORK FACE"👕 When I looked into it, it seems that it will be handled only by mail order. I need to find out which size fits me…
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applesontheground · 7 months
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ghost stories and bloodshed never scared me none 🐖
awhile back, i had gotten a couple inquiries on continuing where i left off with my jedidiah sawyer draft (the leatherface from the 2017 ‘Leatherface’ + TCM 3D films), and while initially i had no intentions to write a follow-up... then i got a little fuzzy on the inside for him yet again. this doesn’t need the first part for context, so if you don’t want to read both that’s perfectly fine!
if you are here from that last draft, though, i hope you’re ready for a little timeskip, and i hope you’re ready for GILF leatherface. because i always am :)
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SFW | Word Count: 1,227 | Jedidiah Sawyer x GN Reader
contains domestic relationship/marriage mention, height difference/size kink (however you want to put it lol), fluff, protective jed for all your protective leatherface needs <3
🎼: x
The adjustment to life as a Sawyer wasn’t hard; rather, it was slow, murky in the way that they simply stated what they did for a living, how things were done, and you were then merely expected to keep up. The hard part in such easy explanations was putting context inside, making your own sense out of it.
Still, after a while it became familiar rather than corresponding with any sort of sense. Sometimes, you sat awake in the silent hours of an early morning and wondered if in the grand scheme that this had always been what you were meant to come back to.
As a child, although you were merely the [grandson/granddaughter/grandchild] to the Sawyers’ neighbors, Verna was quick to take a liking to you when you would cross the fence to play with her boys. The claims that you were always a member of their family was hard to pin down along with a certain time. It just felt like something she had always said.
The marriage was something that finally made it official. Even though you were thoroughly ingrained in family history, your last name became covered in the very farm’s dirt as your hands got messier, more stuck in the mud of the business. At least there was a pretty ring underneath the grime and the blood that sometimes befell your clothes and your skin, a reminder that you were [Y/N] Sawyer now and forever.
Time always caught up to you, and it had caught up with your family home, but that wasn’t so bad now that everything was practically merged. Selling the farmland, making the Sawyer home the singular stomping ground, sometimes had felt like a dirty move – but your long gone grandparents didn’t have much to say about it and any remaining family could care less. They were just happy that you were, and that you had gotten married more than anything else. The status symbol was something people seemed to value more than the family members themselves, but when the closest companion in town that you’d have to hear say anything about it was your husband, you were content.
The neighbors, or rather the prospective property hounds, were the only unpleasantries you had to continuously put up with. Even today, as you had been watering some roses that were gingerly taken with you from the [F/N] property after it had been sold and brought to the Sawyer side of the fence, and a car had pulled up a few blocks down the road. As a child, it had been unpaved, but much like everything else that was far different now. Still, you didn’t quite mind that as much as you did the man with the large belt buckle and the tall hat walking along the other side of the fence, staring at the Sawyer property like a vulture.
Standing straight, you piped up in a kind enough voice, “Good day for a stroll, right?”
His eye twinkled at you as he approached, slow as a serpent but matching the façade of nicety. “Excellent day for one, [sir/ma’am.] You the owner of this property?”
It almost felt like a silly question, as most of the locals were also third or fourth generations into having roots in town, and in turn knew of the Sawyers and even the [F/N]s. Still, you replied, “Considering I’m on this side of the fence, I suppose so.”
He smiled at you, the fake charm hiding what would otherwise be a groan at the sarcasm, “Well, then I reckon you’ve been asked before. Ever consider selling the place?” You wanted to bite back quickly, ask what for and that you have been badgered by folks like him, but quietly you smiled with closed lips. “Not in particular.”
“Seeing as you live here alone, why not consider it?” As punishment, you let his question hang in the afternoon air. “If you truly did know about this place, you’d know good and well that I don’t live here alone.” You then smirked. The man rose a brow and replied, “Honest to God, I didn’t.”
“Well, if you want to speak to both of us, my husband-“You began, but he straightened up, a recollection dawning on him as he abruptly negated, “No need, Sawyer. ‘M sorry to bother ya.” Giving a final thousand-yard stare to the house, he looked at you with a distracted nod and turned around rather abruptly.
So, you did know a thing or two about the family. Huh, Tex?
Turning yourself, you looked over at the front door. The grin was easy, and without another set of eyes on either of you, your husband stepped into view from the dark house, a single stride from the already open front door. “Hey, there’s Mr. Jed.” You beamed, walking over to the staggeringly tall silhouette, knowing the disheveled hair and loose flannel glowing in the afternoon like the back of the hand. He gave a fond nod to you approaching, but his eyes were still locked to the man seeing himself out; a hand meagerly settling on the small of your waist, giving your hip a light squeeze as he grumbled something unintelligible.
Unintelligible to anyone who didn’t know him, that is; you recognized it as a testy complaint. “Yeah, I know.” You hummed, “He was asking about the house, conveniently forgot that it’s not just me here.” From under the curling skin of his mask, he made another displeased noise and followed it by pressing his lips to your temple. You giggled at the warm feeling, responding with a cup of your hand around the other side of his neck, standing on the balls of your feet to help the height difference. He finally was pulled from watching the trespasser, eyes admirable at the glow emanating from you to the affection. Still wasn’t old to you, exhilarated that he was so keen to show his care. “I’m sorry he makes you feel bad, Jed.” You huffed, leaning in a little and whispering, “Don’t really care for it, either.”
You took note of the shiny plastic peeking from around the corner of the door, the tool not on but in easy reaching distance should your husband have needed it. He wasn’t a stranger to putting in an extra word in with people who spoke to you, especially the imposing types. The men, for the most part, but there had been a few assertive women that the saw had rumbled after as well. In the years you were married to him, Jed’s protective nature only grew more rigid, less and less room for the outside world to put its hands or its eyes on you like a door refusing to be oiled.
You then realized how cloudy the stranger’s eyes had gotten after a certain point, his answers falling short before you had turned to see Jed waiting for you. Tapping his shoulder, he immediately looked back down at you, almost stooping a little when your voice was unsure.
“Say, how long were you standing there?”
He froze, and only responded with another kiss to your cheek, shouldering away from the yard. You were more than fine with dropping it, giggling all over again as he herded you back inside.
It was natural for the two of you to be each other’s shadows – ever since you were kids.
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yourdaddyfigure · 5 months
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*proceeds to jump through a flaming hoop while on a unicycle, juggling some pins*
Also hello :]
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You’re too funny 😂 Also hello to you too 🥰 how have you been? It’s been a little while.
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risingsunresistance · 9 months
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i love the pig emoji in discord
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look at this thing
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