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darkbluekies · 10 months

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Jerry asks #2

Previous one

Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3

Warnings: nsfw mentions, drugs, murder

Rahhh i love ur OC Jerry smmm, i wanna squish her like a stress ball and inhale her into my nose 😔😔Im conclusion, i can't wait to see more of Jerry and your writing in general!!! <;33

youwannadowhatnow???? (thank you so much ily)

Bro i am SO in lesbians with jerry its not even funny

Very good >:)

how would Jerry react to reader killing someone out of self defense?(p.s. im lowkey in love with Jerry)

She will be proud over you. All that self defense she taught you actually worked. She's so pleased to know that you can take care of yourself when she's away. She'll comfort you, knowing that this most likely will take a toll on your brain.

"It's okay, baby, it's okay I promise, you did nothing wrong! You did so well. You could even have been harsher if you ask me, but you're so nice, aren't you? The nicest little baby? Come here."

As soon as Jerry puts a colouring book in front of me bam my attention is gone I am drawing I am gone I am happy

Perfect, just like she wants :>

"Giving you a coloring book to keep you occupied" Jerre what the actual f... do you think i'm a child ?! *is absolutely doing the coloring with an offended look*

Lmao coloring books really are fun, i love them so much

She'll come over every ten minutes to check up on you and see how far you've come.

"No need to glare at me when you're obviously having fun, you child." She peeks at the drawing. "That looks good, baby doll. If you finish the entire page before I'm done here I might let you sleep on my arm tonight."

Does Jerry get softer over time? She’s stand offish but we get those moments of softness, when she settles down with her darling and they both trust each other will she be soft or still only fleeting moments?

She doesn't get softer in theory, but you learn how to take her behavior and analyze it. Her cockiness is a part of her personality. it's not disappearing anytime soon. However, if you match her energy she will be much more comfortable. You might even be on the same level with her instead of being her property.

Example:

"I ought to give that son of a bitch a real pounding", Jerry mutters with her arms crossed over her chest.

"You should wipe the floor with his hair", you reply. "Use it like a real good mop."

She scoffs out a laugh. "I should, shouldn't I?"

"If you don't, I will."

You're about to leave, but she grabs your shoulder, forcing you back.

"Not a fucking chance, Y/N", she says. "He would grab your hair and swing you over his head like a damn propeller. I'm not letting him hurt you, you're too important to me. You can help me, but you're not doing anything by yourself, do you understand that?"

"In that case he'll hurt you too."

"I'll be fine." She taps your nods at the man. "If you take his glass, I'll put in the sleeping pills. Let's go, baby. I'm right behind you."

on my hands and knees begging for more information on jerry’s mommy kink

Well ... haha ... Jerry loves to be in control and know that she's the leader of the relationship. Having you call her that makes her feel important to you. Plus it feeds her gigantic ego.

She's the type to want you to call her that among others, just so people know. It makes her feel even cockier.

Of course she mocks you about it when you become shy about it, why wouldn't she do that? The more embarrassed you are, the happier she gets.

BLUE OMG I LOVE JERRY SO MUCH SHES LITERALLY RHE STANDART ‼️‼️

AGREED<33333

jerry stole my heart<3 -💤anon

She will steal more than that, she will steal your entire life

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere oc x you #yandere mafia #yandere oc x reader #yandere female #yandere asks #yandere x darling

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wincestisasincest · 5 years

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2000 Man (A beatle!reader story) - Part 3: Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better

“Okay, I said fluff, so here it is. I mean, there’s like hints of sex, but really it’s mostly fluff. I also said more John. Here he is, in all his glory.

I was absolutely fascinated with the concept of our reader being bisexual, so here’s a fic that plays around with it, and since the beatle!reader fandom has been very accepting of that idea, a lot of this will be more taking from head canons, and I will list the ones below that I use, as usual.

Also, as is the drill, credit to @casafrass for everything, though I doubt that you would find my blog if you didn’t already know hers, if that happens to be the case, please check her out. All the head canons are from her blog and its lovely anons.

One more thing, my dumbass finally realized that italics don’t actually appear on the Tumblr mobile app, so in the near future I will re-edit the two previous entries in this series to help out our mobile readers.

Description: It’s the year 2000, and y/n, the fifth member of the Beatles, is advertising her new book, Madam Beatle, in her first interview of the year. We see snapshots of her life, from when she joined the band, to the trials and tribulations, to the death of the band, and everything in between. Loosely inspired by Slumdog Millionaire.

Part: 1, 2, 3

Head canons: Beatle!reader being bi as fuuuuuuck, beatle!reader’s got game, female fans having a fat crush on our bi reader(also this one), beatle!reader stealing all the lad’s girls

Words: 2,747

Pairings: Okay, lowkey there is some John x reader here, though you super duper have to squint and, like always, you can look at it as friendship if you want to, and of course, there’s also groupie x reader

Warnings: S E X, like it’s implied, but they totally did it

“Alright, now, I’d like to move on to a slightly more... promiscuous topic. Y/n, and the audience, I’m sure you’ve heard about what’s become something of a phenomenon in recent years, more and more ‘groupies’, as they were referred to in the day, have been coming out and telling their stories of what their life was like back when rock and roll fan culture was born. Some of them share their thoughts and experiences on certain rock stars of their day, and you have not been excluded from it. We’ll come back to specifics later, but in general, what do you have to say on that?”

“Well, Harold, I think it’s a wonderful thing. Groupies were and still are an important part of the business that we reside in, and honestly, they made as much of a splash in the 60s as some celebrities did. I haven’t really heard any groupies mention me yet, but I suppose all I can hope for is that they were... positive reviews?”

“Indeed. Though, you do seem to have the most, let’s say, gender-equality in yours.”

“Well, it was the 60s. The skirts were getting shorter and shorter, women and men were becoming more expressive, and people just really stopped caring about the bullshit taboos that surround sex and gender. Though I may have been more well-known for it, it really affected all of the musicians that I knew on some level.”

“And how does it reflect in your own life story?”

“Well, I think especially in the early days, it had something of an effect on the fans. I was one of the main reasons why we drew a lot of male fans, but sometime later I discovered that I was also responsible for drawing in a lot of female fans. As time went on, and both our group and our fans got more daring with each other, one thing lead to another, and the next thing you know conservative Christian mothers are telling their daughters to stay away from girls like me, lest they succumb to their own feelings and not their parents need to be accepted.”

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“...in fact, some people are even comparing the Rolling Stones’ popularity to your own. Can you perhaps, tell us how you feel about that?” Like rats to cheese, the nosy reporters held their microphones and tape recorders up to the table where you and the lads were sitting, trying to comprehend the sea of petty attention that your career had garnered you.

“Well, there’s not really much to say,” John began, “They’re doing well for themselves and we’re doing well for ourselves. That’s really all there is to it, now. It’s not like we’re competing or anything, we’re on rather good terms.”

“Yeah,” Paul interjected, “And, I mean, I can’t speak for them, but all we’re here to do is make music that people will enjoy. If they enjoy us or the Stones, that’s not for us to decide.” That goddamned liar. Even the press had to know that they weren’t being completely genuine at this point, though the point that John and Paul had really been trying to make was clear: we’re not gonna give you what you want so stop asking.

Something chaotic woke up inside you.

“That Mick Jagger is pretty cute, though.” You commented into your own microphone. The crowd laughed, and you smiled, proud of yourself, and getting grunts and mock-angry looks from the lads.

You and the lads knew the truth of course. You and the Stones had a deep respect for each other, and were even close to becoming friends, but that wasn’t how this game was played. You couldn’t give the press anything too positive, or anything too negative. Just answer vaguely, and misdirect. And Paul did totally want people to like their music.

Brian muttered something to John on the side.

“Well, I’m being told that that’s all we can answer for now. Thank you all, and we’ll see you ‘round.”

You five cleared out of the chairs single-file and hustled out one of the side-doors. A small cloud of fans had already gathered, looking for either autographs, or touching or grabbing, or pictures, or just to tell the group that you were going to marry them one day. Brian had already told you that you would have just a few minutes for fans.

“Two girls coming directly for you.” George whispered in your ear, and you spun around to find a redhead and a blonde looking at you eagerly.

“Well, hi, girls! What can I do for you?”

“Oh my goodness, erm, hi y/n! We just wanted too, uh...” the redhead trailed off.

“We just wanted to say that we think you’re really cool, and you’re really pretty, and you’re a really good guitar-player, and um, we wanted to ask you to sign something for us.” They both stuck out a pair of white sneakers, which was admittedly something that you hadn’t been asked to sign before, though you weren’t complaining.

“Aww, well thanks, ladies, and it’s no problem,” You began to pull a sharpie that you always kept with you out of your jacket pocket, “Do you want me to sign both shoes, or just the right one, or...?”

“Um, both, if it’s no problem!” The redhead’s voice squeaked a little.

“Of course, why would it be a problem? Here.” You scrawled your signature on all four sneakers in the efficient manner that you were so used to be now, before looking back up at the girls and giving them a smile. The blonde one was beaming.

“Thanks, y/n, um-” it seemed as though she instantly stopped considering her actions, and in that moment, the blonde leaned in and kissed you right on the cheek.

You had to fight to hold back your blush.

“Aww, thanks girls, enjoy the sneakers, that’s a very stylish look if I do say so myself.”

“Y/n, get a move on!” John called at you as he was retreating from his horde. You could sense the disappointment in the mob that was following the girls, as they were all clearly waiting their turn to see if they could speak to you, but alas, time was too short.

“Wait, y/n, I-” someone behind the girls called.

“But I-” You had to evacuate.

“See you round, girls.” You flashed your million dollar smile before darting off to join John and the rest in your typical, sleek, black car.

Slowly, the mob began to speed up behind you as you were the last, sprinting towards that open door like it would be the last one you’d see in a while. As you reached the open car door, a pair of hands quickly pulled you in and another shut the door. You piled yourself next to George and Ringo, and directly across from John and Paul.

“I see y/n got some action, then.” Ringo poked your cheek. You noticed your reflection in the car window. That blonde had left you with a bright, red lipstick mark where your cheekbones looked their cutest.

“It seems I did.” Your cheeks flared up a little.

“Y/n, haven’t you heard, a marriage is between a man and a woman.” John snickered.

“Come off it, John. It’s not like that.”

“I’m not sure if I believe that, y/n.” Paul was joining in on the teasing, following John’s lead.

“Well, Paul, I don’t believe that I’m the only one of us who finds Mick Jagger attractive.” You shot back. George, Ringo, and yourself were the only ones who found it amusing.

“Very nice move you pulled there, by the way. Distracting them from the Beatles vs Stones debacle to have them writing about the Romeo and Juliet thing that you and Mick have going on. Quite the strategy.” John had put his glasses back on.

“Why should I care? The only newspapers that’ll be writing that are the same ones that say the Queen is actually a man.” You peered out the window, the mob of fans looking much like a collection of dolls now.

“And people read ‘em anyway.” George put his hands behind his head and leaned back in the seat, oddly relaxed.

- time skip because this is a thing that I do now -

The five of you had settled in a gentleman’s club for the evening. The club had a name, you were sure, but you hadn’t really bothered to check, as you were just here for the booze.

Even the lads weren’t really sure why we were here, but apparently, success had made us a part of the upper class, and this is what upper class people do. You’d think they would get a hobby or something.

You took a long sip of your Proseco, and through the liquid you could see a blurred scene of all of the lads’ attention suddenly grabbed by something to the left. You set the glass down.

John wolf-whistled.

A tall, slender brunette stalked up to the table. She was wearing a long, green velvet dress with a slit that allowed her right leg to creep out, while at the same time perfectly hugging her curves. Her lips were pursed, but still full, and her eyes had the longest lashes that you had ever seen.

“I thought I smelled a rat.” Her voice was like chocolate, both sweet and luscious.

“Awwww, c’mon love, don’t be like that, have a seat.” John slid a little to the side and patted the vacancy next to him.

You took a drag out of your cigarette and made eye contact with her. Green, just like her dress.

“Johnny here forgot that you introduce yourself before sexually harassing someone.” She half-smirked, half-smiled, and you felt pride, of all things, so much that you didn’t notice John’s side-eye.

“Well, if he’s John, then that must make you Paul,” her manicured nails were parallel with Paul’s chin, “George”, parallel with his mouth, “Ringo”, parallel with his nose, “and (y/n)”, directly down the center of your eyes, as if she was aiming to kill.

“Well, now that we’re all familiar, I don’t think you’ll mind joining us for a drink.” John called the waiter over as she took a seat.

“I wouldn’t say entirely familiar, for I haven’t the pleasure of knowing your name.” You swished your drink around in your glass. Paul, George, and Ringo pretended to be caught in a different conversation while you two chatted, though you knew full well that John wasn’t the only one with side-eye.

“I don’t know, I’m not supposed to give that out to strangers.”

“But you know ours. It’s only fair.”

“All’s fair in love and war, dear. I’ll take a sweet Vermouth on the rocks with a twist.” The waiter must’ve always been there, because you did not see him show up.

“Well, now that that’s settled, tell me about yourself.” John put an arm around her shoulder, which just didn’t seem to match with her perfect, clear, skin.

This would be a long night.

- time skiiiiiiiiiiiip for the hot brunette, also if you don’t find the type of person i described hot, imagine her as anything you like, you’re the reader after all-

The tango that you and John were dancing for this brunette’s attention was certainly not the most graceful. You only felt satisfied when her gaze was back on you, and preferably when she was smiling. Something about her, if you will, made you want more and more of her. Know everything about her. John wanted the same thing, and for once, he wasn’t going to get it.

“Well, I must go powder my nose, but I’ll be back shortly.”

“Better keep to that, or I might have to go looking for you.” John and you watched her leave, the clacking of her heels on the hardwood floor slowly faded out as she disappeared into the hallway.

Oh, yes, you’d forgotten about the rest of the world. George, Paul, and Ringo had already disappeared with intentions of partying at some of the more lively places.

“Alright, (y/n), what are we going to do about this?” John’s eyes weren’t like hers.

“About what?”

“Oh, don’t act all innocent. You’re the only thing getting in between me and the best bird in town.”

“What if I enjoy her conversation? I have just as much of a right to that as you. There are thousands of girls who would sleep with you, and none of them are as engaging conversationalists.”

“What the hell are you on about? I don’t bloody care about conversation, I want her.”

“If you think that making me angry is going to convince me, then you don’t know me half as well as you think you do. Not all of us are here to fuck, John.”

“Concerning that, I suggest that you go find someone to sleep with to take your mind off of things. You’re not winning this.”

“Let’s just see who the lady picks, John. Waiter, excuse me, some whiskey please.”

The lady picked someone else, you guessed. After 20 minutes of waiting, she hadn’t returned, and though John would never admit it, his mood and confidence was not nearly as high as he would’ve liked. Your whiskey bottle was completely empty.

“If it makes you feel any better,” you offered as John stared into his drink, “I lost too. There are other birdies in the sky, y’know.” Normally, John would’ve been angry, but after he’d passed a certain drink threshold, he became sad drunk rather than angry drunk.

“Yeah, you’re right, (y/n).”

“But you should know I’m not going to-”

“Don’t waste your breath. I’m not apologizing either.”

“I guess Paul is right. We are both assholes.”

John chuckled, before ruffling your hair.

“Wanna head back to the hotel, birdie?”

“I think I will, but the night is still young, John, I’m sure you can find someone else. That girl over there in the black has been starting at you all evening.”

“Yes. I’ve noticed. Well, I’ll see you, (y/n).” John sauntered over to the bar counter, and you gathered your purse before exiting down the hallway.

You felt morose, though you really couldn’t tell why. It was just a conversation, and surely not the most interesting ones that you would ever have. Hell, you hadn’t even known her name.

“Took you long enough, (n/n).”

There she was, leaning against the wall voyeuristically, her fingers laced around a cigarette holder. You could’ve sworn the smoke was in your eyes.

“What are you waiting for?”

“I think you know.”

“Would you like to, um, continue our conversation back at my hotel?” You never said ‘um’, what was going on?

“That would be agreeable.” Her heels clacked closer to you, and she put her hand on your shoulder.

Oh. That’s what that feeling was.

- Last time skip maybe -

You made your way downstairs, wearing clothes that were way more comfortable that whatever fancy thing you had put on last night. Your feet were still sore from the heels.

You pushed open the door to the conference room, breakfast already laid out, with the rest of the band and Brian already munching.

“(Y/n), at last, you’ve decided to join us.” Brian really did not feel like not being sarcastic this morning.

“Sorry, I slept in.”

“What’s new?” The lads snickered.

“Busy last night, hm?” Paul’s eyebrows flickered.

“Well, weren’t we all?” You sipped your orange juice.

“Not Johnny ‘ere.” Ringo’s head was resting on his hand, amusedly staring at John.

“Look, I would’ve, if she didn’t get offended so damn easily.” John really wasn’t in the mood, which was, of course, reason to tease him more.

“She slapped ‘im. Across the face. While wearing a ring.” George was on his fifth piece of toast.

“That first bird wasn’t married. ‘Other birdies in the sky’ my arse’.” He gave you a look.

“Oh yea, whatever happened to her?” Paul was all here for this drama.

“Left, without even telling us ‘er name. Bi-”

“Her name was Carla, John.” You cut him off. You loved John, but man had you had enough of his bullshit.

Paul had already put the whole thing together, a look of half-shock, half-waiting for John’s reaction, which at the moment was just puzzled. George nudged Ringo and whispered something. You smiled, and got up from the table to refill your plate.

John’s sharp voice cut through the room: “Wait a minute!”

#beatle!reader #beatles #the beatles #the beatles x reader #beatles x reader #john lennon #john lennon x reader #paul mccartney #paul mccartney x reader #george harrison #george harrison x reader #ringo starr #ringo starr x reader #60s #classic rock #madam beatle

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fragmentedink-archived · 5 years

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Well to balance it out, evens for Nik!

thank!!!

Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect?

Nik collects lighters!!

What kind of clothing does your OC wear?

Nik will wear whatever the fuck he wants depending on his mood. His Go To clothes are usually dark colors, graphic tees or band shirts, and ripped jeans and biker/combat boots. He’ll wear long sleeve shirts pushed up to his sleeves. His Dress Up Clothes is a black on black suit. He also always has a pair of headphones and rings on him as well as a set of leather bracelets he chews on

What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite?

I think Nik would like spiders and snakes. He likes dogs. I don’t think he really dislikes any animals?? Except for like, maybe fish??

What is your OC’s theme song?

currently, Trouble by Valerie Broussard

What deadly sin would best represent your OC?

lust def lust

How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they?

Patience??? Nik??? he don’t know her

He can be very hot-headed

What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?

Oh,,, Nik will eat anything. Like Nate, he is a damn garbage disposal. But he really doesn’t like bland foods and likes them SPICY

What does your OC smell like?

Sandalwood and sea salt

What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?

mmmm Nik is afraid of small spaces. he’s actually lowkey afraid that his parents are Right about him being nothing more than a fuck up who has done Nothing right. Tho that is a more,,, subconscious fear.

weaknesses: small spaces, rational thinking, asphodel, hellfire, keeping his mouth shut

Nik’s strengths: Death magic dual swords, hand to hand combat, being a fucking idiot

If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?

oh man he would FREAK

but in a GOOD WAY

Music!!! On small devices!! That hold hundreds and hundreds of songs!!!! clubs!!! more drugs!! to try!!!

He would get SHIT FACED

What kind of student were they/would they be in high school?

NIk was,,, a mostly good student?? I mean, he had moments where he got into fights with other students, he back talked sometimes. But he was mostly a good kid, who was Dealing with a Lot of Shit

What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living?

Live life to it’s absolute fullest and take no shit from anyone

Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why?

mmmm probably his brothers??? or cam tbfh. His brothers have shown again and again that they care about him, and that they Love Him, so ofc he cares aabout them. He’s getting dicked down by Cameron and Cameron is his boyfriend who he knows loves him, and its bec of Cameron that he is alive alghadslg

His father. His father has locked him in rooms for days at a time, to get out, to break out. he pushed and pushed and pushed him to the point nik doesn’t fucking CARE anymore.

What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions?

Nik would chew at his lip piercing, or he would chew at his bracelets. He would probably flip his lighter lid a lot it gets on cameron’s nerves. a lot. Nik isn’t,,,, really addicted addicted to the drugs he does?? he could stop if he wanted to, but he just doesn’t. He doesn’t see the Point. But he is addicted to making stupid fucking decisions

well. I guess he could be addicted to sex tbh. he does get antsy and pissy when he hasn’t been laid in a while. Good thing Cam is more than willing to help with that aslgthasdlg

Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?

n a h. Nik isnt really the marriage type. He doesn;t need a fuckin peice of paper or the government to tell he can get married or be faithful or committed to his partner.

Kids,,,, are interesting. Nik would not mind kids. He doesn’t actively want them. Like he’s not gonna go out and Make a Plan to Have Kids. If he happensd to have a kid one day, great. Otherwise, he’s cool either way

If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be?

to be enough

What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?

idk that he is actually a part of any social groups?? he will show up at parties, hang around w his friends.

What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?

I think Nik actually wants to be understood. Like. On a fundemental level. He wants to be understood for the angry, damaged dude that he hides very very well behind his grin and partying and obscene wealth and Swagger

What would your character do with a million dollars?

blow it on his friends or girls/guys

Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?

out dancing. Party clothes, probably a lil highlighter to make him Sparkly. Whoever he plans on boning that night

Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from?

He does have some scars!!!

He has two smol scars on his eyebrow that he put there himself solely for the #aesthetic

He probably has some nicks and scars from fighting and things like that. But nothing Too Major, at least not yet i dont think

How does your character react/ accept criticism?

Nik: criticism?? what could I Possibly need to be criticized for???

everything nik everything

tbh it depends on the person giving it and how its given. if its done by someone he likes/respects, and its done politely and not rude or belittling, he’ll take it p well. But otherwise he’ll dig his heels in and refuse to change anything

Your character is given a voodoo doll of themselves. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works?

yes, yes he does

What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult?

his parents were cold bastards and that made him an Angry Boi who acted out

If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count?

Nik?? Die?? ha.

He would just look you flatly and be like try your worst. He is death. you can still die you idiot aoghasdlgs but he would be like well see about that

whats that quote?

rage rage rage against the dying of light

that is Nik to a Point. He is a fuggin fighter and he will be damned if Death kills him First

he will riot and rebel against dying to the last possible breath

#ch: nik #writers on tumblr #writeblr #ask game

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ariesbilly · 6 years

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My house mate and I have been watching scary movies leading up to Halloween. So far we've seen The Shining, I Know What You Did Last Summer Carrie and now we just finished Insidious. Insidious was terrifying as was Carrie, especially the part at the very end. Why do you think you enjoy scary movies so much?

theres many answers to this question i dont even know where to start.

i guess going back to when i was little, i was always into spooky shit. i always loved halloween. i would sit for HOURS and watch every single haunting show on the travel channel or anything about cryptids. i was always tried to be scared (but then turning into a bitch when shit got TOO real. like my grandpa used to torment me with his “chucky” voice cuz he knew that goddamn doll scared the shit out of me and my stepbrother went as ghostface for one halloween and that fucking costume was in our closet and i was like... im gonna be murdered. that costume is coming to life and murdering me. mind you, i hadnt even seen scream at that point the costume just scared the absolute fuck out of me. no ones scared of that costume now but like... being a child in the mid-late 90s that shit was horrifying please believe). so anyway theres that element

another thing that i think played a huge part in my love and fascination for the genre was i grew up in like a true crime house lmao my grandma was constantly watching CNN and i grew up hearing about like jon benet and columbine and the menendez brothers and then into the 00s you had like scott peterson. and i just was always so intrigued by the psychology of killers and what led people to commit these acts. and of course i ended up learning about bundy and dahmer and ramirez and gein... and you have these movies that sometimes explore a deeper level of whats going on. sometimes they dont and its just mindless killing. but both were fascinating to me. anything that gets into humanity’s dark side intrigues me. humans are capable of some fucked up shit that no one really likes to acknowledge but you can explore that in horror. like i was really into torture porn for a while until i found my limit lmao but i was always like “i need it to be MORE fucked up!” and then you get shit like the human centipede or a serbian film and youre like you know what? im good 😂

but even outside of torture porn im just in general always on the hunt for the next good scare. i want to be genuinely terrified when i watch a movie. i want that lingering dread long after its over and its so hard to come by these days. like the first paranormal activity? royally fucked me up and im still to this day feeling its effects. when i tell you i could not sleep the night i saw it.... and for 2 days after i had to keep my lights on.... i want that feeling again

and then theres the artistic standpoint. i used to sit and watch dvd extras of how all the gore effects were made and how sets were put together and that shit still is so fun to me. lowkey theres still a part of me that wants to get into that profession but i have... no talent at all. like you really gotta admire the shit that goes into practical effects. its breathtaking. its literally a bunch of magic tricks i have so much respect for the people that do it tom savini is my hero

horror also brings the family together lol my mom loves them. i remember going to blockbuster with her and always picking out horror movies to watch. we marathoned all the halloween and friday the 13th movies together. we just went and saw the new halloween together. my grandpa used to take me to horror movies when i was younger (i have a fond memory of seeing the hitcher remake and the part where the dude gets snapped in half i CACKLED in the theater and my grandpa was right next to me making an exaggerated noise of disgust like he always does cuz he’s dramatic and likes to play shit up lol wonder where i get it from) he used to tell me i reminded him of drew barrymore in firestarter so... thanks for that grandpa still havent seen that movie but i’ll take it as a compliment. even now with fearfest on amc my grandpas always yelling at me about whats on tv so i can watch. one of my uncles is a slasher fan. one of my cousins who recently passed was a HUGE horror fan. feel like it was kind of inevitable for me to end up here lol

at the end of the day horror is just fun. but i think its also important to note that a lot of people have a misconception about horror. like i still today see people talk about how horror has no meaning and its only with recent films where the genre is starting to get “deep” and thats just... not true. and you can tell these are statements being made by non horror fans whove seen like maybe 3 movies tops. horror has always been used as a storytelling device to reflect the current fears and problems in society. you can take horror movies from different time periods and get a good sense of what was going on, what people were feeling, what the world was going through. i honestly think its the most important genre. you can explore themes in horror that other genres dont necessarily allow, certainly not to the extent horror does. you get a good mix of your schlockfests but then you also have movies that are trying to reflect something back to us.

horror gets a bad rap. and people like to act like theyre too good for it. youre not. calm down. just enjoy the ride.

#in which briana waxes poetic about horror movies for an hour #briana answers things #those-you-ve-known

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callout post for every terrible book an english teacher ever made me read

Note: I was a straight A+ English student. I love reading, and I love reading new books. There are many books that I’ve read in English class that I’ve liked! These are just the ones that fucking sucked and I wish I had never been forced to read them.

The Girl Who Fell From The Sky

Someone needs to tell Heidi Durrow that making a bunch of bad shit happen to your main character doesn’t automatically make it a good book. it felt like a checklist of plot points rather than a cohesive narrative. The flow was nonexistent - a good book is like a river. Stones, bends, twists, turns. Reading was just a looking at a pile of wet rocks, vainly hoping that maybe, at some point, one good thing would happen to this character. And I’m a fan of a well-done tragedy! Hamlet? Hadestown? The Odyssey? My shit! this just wasn’t good.

it’s one of those books that could’ve been great but the author tried to do too much in one space. like at one point the main character gets seriously injured and by the next chapter everyone’s completely forgotten about it. wtf. a million buckwild things happen to this character and they just don’t deal with it at all. there were good parts, and it’s clear that the author’s voice and manner of writing is dope - the little details are gorgeous. but that can’t save it from being Bad.

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime

I haven’t seen the musical and can’t judge that. Maybe it’s good. I don’t know. but this fucking book. sucked. ass. I know everyone’s afraid to criticize it because of how it’s written from the POV of a young autistic boy, and tbh his authorial voice is NOT the issue. Honestly, I enjoyed reading about him. the issue with this book is that it’s NOT about him. The whole fucking book focuses on literally every other person in Christopher’s life except him. The whole thing focuses on how much of a burden he is on his caretakers, and how everyone’s sick of dealing with him but too polite to say it, and how he’ll never survive in the ‘real world.’

When I read this in 12th grade, before I was officially diagnosed, I felt dirty, sick, and unworthy as a ‘neurotypical’ person, but now that I know for sure that I’m autistic, I’m furious. How dare Mark Haddon write this book that neurodivergent kids in a million english classes will read and see themselves in, and see themselves dismissed and belittled and shamed. Fuck this book for real

My Brother Sam Is Dead

The brother sam starts off the book alive and only dies at the very very end, literally the last sentence. Interesting premise, but incredibly shitty book and does nothing with it. Literally this could be any other bland ass depressing revolutionary war period piece, except that it thinks its clever for pulling this stunt when it does absolutely nothing with it. fucking disgusting

Grapes of Wrath

Now it is important to note that for some godforsaken reason, our teacher decided we only needed to read the interstitial chapters, which are legit just Steinbeck setting the stage for the Real, Actual Plot with extended metaphors and imagery. And some of that imagery is good! but Jesus Christ some of it is bad. Not an overall bad book and I’m not one to judge but sometimes you don’t need to be hammered over the head with the message of industrialism bad farm good

When I Was Puerto Rican

I’m not saying this is a bad book. I’m just saying it emotionally scarred me in so many different ways that I lowkey wish I had never read it. Honestly, I don’t think I’m qualified to speak on its quality, given that it literally made me feel sick. It’s horrifying in so many different ways that it caught me off guard and I really couldn’t tell if there was a story. I think it might be biographical in which case my eternal respect goes out to whoever’s biography it is because they have survived hell after hell. I still have nightmares about the imagery. If the author was going for horror, they succeeded with flying colors.

Muggy Maggie

this one goes back a while. I was in 2nd grade. We read it out loud every day, everyone taking turns reading. I was one of those ‘gifted kids’ that could read at an 8th grade level in 1st grade, so this short Beverly Cleary book was way below my paygrade, and every day I listened to the rest of the class read it very slowly (of course, I don’t blame these 8 year olds for reading slowly. I blame the curriculum that didn’t let me just sit in the corner and plow through every american girl doll book ever written). Because I had to wait my turn so much, I literally finished this book twice a class period because I didn’t have anything else to do and I wasn’t allowed to read anything else. Everyone in the class was expected to go at the pace of the person reading aloud. I practically memorized the fucking thing.

Now, you may be saying ‘well that doesn’t have to do with the quality of the book, now does it?’

Because I practically memorized the fucking thing, I am highly qualified to tell you that it is not good. It’s about this girl who doesn’t want to learn cursive because typing on a computer is so much easier.

I’m not kidding. that’s it.

Beverly Cleary, I expect so much more from you.

Plus, I have dysgraphia, which means that I literally can’t handwrite without compromising quality, and I literally can’t write neatly unless I try very hard and slow down a lot. So the moral of the story where she learns to read and write cursive and its this great big thing for her was not my favorite, especially considering I had to take special handwriting classes where cursive was drilled into my brain.

fuck this book and fuck catholic school.

Mythology, by Edith Hamilton

how the fuck did you make mythology boring. jesus christ. I’m literally going to be a Classics major and this book bored me out of my mind.

to end on a more positive note, here’s all the books I loved reading!

The Great Gatsby

Fight Club

Beloved

Mrs. Dalloway

Things Fall Apart

the Odyssey

Hamlet

Macbeth

Daughter of Time

News of the World

The Crucible

My Side of the Mountain

Meet Addy (the american girl doll book we read in 2nd grade - even though I read it twice a day, it never gets old)

Number the Stars

Holes

Swindle

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