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so-very-small · 7 months
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if you’re ever writing and thinking “maybe I’m making the height difference too gratuitous here” that’s the devil talking and you should ignore him. double the size and try again
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dustykneed · 3 months
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Doctor...
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either very traumatic or very homosexual! take your pick (or is it something else?? they're all yours, lmk in the tags ;))
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ivyssaigasdoodles · 1 year
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Hans and Briar! 🗡🍳
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Dancing the sleeping beauty end dance
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whiskingskin · 2 months
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Dudes will have millions of dollars and all the free time in the world and a cool car and their own company and endless free time and with all that power they will sit at their computer and bash 1/3rd of the very website they own
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tallysescape · 6 months
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just made a huge mistake (<- started a long fic, somehow missed ALL THE FUCKING IMPORTANT TAGS. such as ‘no happy ending’ and ‘major character death’ and ‘horror au’)
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writing-good-vibes · 11 months
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you are now leaving illinois
before the weird sex and the american dreams and the realisations that only the open road can bring, there was the beginning (well, almost). or: corey and michael leave illinois for the first time.
WARNING for mentions of shoplifting, carjacking, smoking and very mild angst, but this is actually pretty mellow. idk corey cries a little bit but that's not out of the ordinary for him.
taglist: @slutforstabbings @ethanhoewke @voxmortuus (if anyone else wants to be tagged in corey related things, just let me know !!)
The first stop they make since leaving Haddonfield is at a Walmart about 20 miles from the state line. Corey goes in, hood up and head down, just to grab some essentials for the road.
Bags of chips, cans of soda and bottled water. An armful of cup noodles and a loaf of bread. A half-gallon of chocolate milk. First aid supplies because he knows he's not the powerhouse that Michael is; rolls of bandages and gauze, a bottle of painkillers, antiseptic cream. He grabs the cheapest electric razor they sell.
He thinks about 'lifting his haul, but he doesn't want to draw anymore attention to himself than he has to -- not before they make it over the state line, anyway -- so he pays at the checkout. It'll make a dent in his wallet, but he'd saved enough to last a while, and it's an expense he's willing to spend for now. He's sure Michael won't mind them scrimping a bit in the future. Hopefully.
The checkout lady tries to talk to him, those empty niceties that he was so scared of before now feel maddeningly absurd after the week he's just survived. Even so, he tries to act as normal as possible, giving her a tight smile that has no chance of reaching his eyes.
Michael waits in the car, parked in a dark corner of the lot. He's wearing the mask, of course, he'd put it on as soon as he'd wrestled it back off Corey. He knew he was going to be in big trouble over that one, but Michael would have to wait a while to exact whatever revenge he wants on his new... accomplice? Amid the raging sea of emotion that is churning his gut, Corey feels a sick sort of thrill at that thought, at taking whatever Michael will deal out to him once they're in the clear.
Jogging back to the car, Corey throws the grocery bags in the backseat before sitting up front. Corey slides slightly across the bench when Michael makes a sharp turn out of the lot and back towards the highway.
Darkness surrounds them on both sides again, as they head out of town. Corey reaches back and routes through the bags until he finds the razor. He unboxes it in his lap, finding the charging cord and plugging it into the port on the dashboard.
"They're gonna be looking for us," he says, slumping in his seat and watching the side of the road where their headlights just about reach.
Michael doesn't say anything, but Corey knows he understands. Michael's been on the run before, he should know what he's doing. Although he has no practical experience, Corey had wiled away his adolescence thinking about how he could run away, far enough that Momma would never find him. There are worse people to worry about than Momma now.
At the next gas station they make another stop; a run-down mom-and-pop place, the type that Corey had assumed didn't exist anymore. The type of place he assumes won't have company policies or CCTV that backs up to a cloud.
Corey leaves Michael in the car again and heads into the garage. The burning adrenaline is starting the wear off, and he buys fresh pack of cigarettes to soothe his obliterated nerves, then makes a beeline for the bathroom, a single stall with a toilet and basin.
Corey's hands grip the edge of the sink and he looks at himself in the cracked mirror, the aged silver surface mottled around the edges. He'd never thought much of his looks, never had anyone to impress or any real reason to care, especially after the accident. But now, oh god now he feels like this is the last thread connecting him to his old self to everything he's done and did not do, and it's not as easy to cut as he expected.
He picks up the razor, clicks it on and feels the vibrations through his hand. Watching, eyes fixed on the halo of curls around his head, he brings the razor up, runs it through his hair, just above his ear. A tuft of hair drifts into the sink. He looks down at it, and even as he squeezes his eyes shut, the tears make their way out anyway. Pathetic, he thinks.
The sink fills up, tawny like a birds nest, and when Corey is finally finished, he almost doesn't recognise himself. He looks so different like this. Running a hand over his buzzed hair, Corey steels his gaze.
Corey had never been to Missouri before. In all fairness though, there were a lot of places he'd never been. Michael doesn't seem too affected, as they cross the state line, the Mississippi River raging beneath them. Missouri didn't even seem much different than Illinois, though in the dark of the night, he supposes he can't really tell. He's heard there are more cornfields, maybe, but other than that, the long stretches of highway felt the exact same as back home.
Home. Shit.
He wondered what home even meant anymore. It felt strange to even think they'd never be going back to Illinois, though he was pretty sure at this point they never would. Michael's home was gone, razed to the ground in a bid to wipe him clean off the face of the town that had ruined him; Corey had nothing to go back to either, nothing that hadn't ruined him, nothing he hadn't torn to shreds and set a blaze before leaving behind.
For the first time in his life, the open road seemed like the only real, tangible thing. Not just a pipedream or a childish fantasy anymore. He'd been stagnant, wasting, for so long he'd forgotten what it felt like to really move. Corey felt alive and he wasn't going back to the way things were, not ever.
Just on the horizon, Corey can see the watery grey-blue of the sunrise approaching. He doesn't notice that the white-noise rumble of the road beneath them is soothing him to sleep until his head drops to Michael's shoulder. Michael's eyes stay firmly on the road, and Corey decides, like most things about their partnership, that as long as Michael will let him have this indulgence, he's going to make the most of it.
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spitblaze · 2 years
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idk what im trying to say here. monsters are cool but id like more that are less ‘scary tall thing jumpscares and then kills u in da backrooms’ and more ‘weird thing that is made scarier through implication and vagueness and may not necessarily be after your life but would still be extremely bad if it got its hands on you’. i want more psychological thriller-sorta monsters is what im saying. also watch gemini home entertainment thats the kinda shit im talking about
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wrymbloods · 2 years
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And now I'm reborn
Here in your loving arms
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ask-noellevine · 1 year
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The plank is on top of a very tall skyscraper :)
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Uhm.. okay cool. What..... why would you want to jump from a skycraper..?
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variousqueerthings · 1 year
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every time I see the “margaret goes to check if hawkeye is sick” gifset being reblogged on my dash, my first instinct is “oh she’s going to choke him 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀”
I think..... 
that might be interesting
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perenlop · 11 months
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i feel bad for any pmmm fan following me just now bc like i love literally everything ive read and watched so far except for magireco and thats what im watching rn
#should play more portable to even that out#actually i still have no idea what the fandom consensus on the magireco anime is#i feel like ive barely seen content relating to the actual plot#my main issues are just that theres wayyyy too many characters to keep up with#and also that the plot feels like it was written by someone who thought kyubey had a point#and that the girls are indeed stupid and weak for making contracts and wanting to not be witches#when. ik people complain about that in the main anime but that was all demonized in the original#kyubey was. pretty blatantly in the wrong and the girls do make bad choices and hurt each other sure#but its because of their own situation and that theyre all pitted against each other bc of the system#and also kyubey literally preys on them at their worst moments like he gets sayaka despite her rejecting#he pressures madoka into it like he doesnt have a point hes just interested in exploiting the girls#and the ending of the anime is basically madoka getting a one up on him and going ''fuck you i WILL change our fate''#rewriting the literal laws of the world to save girls everywhere#and then magireco shits on that and goes ''ok but like girls who dont want to be witches are weak bitches lmao''#''oh yachiyo is a girlboss and a hardass because she sucks it up and accepts it while mifuyu is pathetic#because she has the audacity to not want to fight until she dies or becomes a monster to be tortured#also yachiyo mocks her and calls her weak for this and while she regrets it mifuyu reaffirms that shes right and a boss unlike her#shes a GOOD magical girl who knows she fucked up and owns up to it while mifuyu is a wimp. this is good writing.''#like the fact that they had to twist and bend the magias to be a cult and do these horrifying things to justify the whole#''oh the fate of us sucks but trying to escape it is the cowards way out'' thing#which like. yeah im sure thats the point but they keep hammering in that yachiyo is a girlboss for her stance basically#god. the climax of this better save this for me lol. the action is good the editing is good#its just the writing makes me want to eat rocks#echoed voice
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applecherry108 · 1 year
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I am CHEWING on the new tears of the kingdom trailer! But at the same time—
Hahahahha yeah that’s a redead. I am crying sobbing in terror already. 🥲
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mitosan · 2 years
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I wish reaching out to people wasn't such an ordeal for me why can't everyone just be telepathic and pick up my mind signals
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traaanskimkitsuragi · 2 years
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should i get a tattoo this year
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universalsatan · 2 years
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YEAHHH BABY I THINK I GOT THE JOB
GUESS WHO’S GONNA BE CLEANING UP CRIME SCENES THIS SUMMER >:))
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scolek · 6 days
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im actually impressed they showed a character willing to hurt the garugarus. im like, genuinely disturbed a little? not in a way where it bothers me because its a show for little kids, its disturbing in the way that one of those springy prop knives is sharp. but i am buying into it now, i am picking up what its putting down and feeling the emotions it wants me to feel.
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