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Fours a Franchise

Part 8

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You sat in the back of Kirby's car with Randy in the passenger seat and Kirby driving. Going to the police station so Perkin's and Hoss could drop off the woman that attacked you at the school and then Kirby was dropping you all off at your houses.

Kirby finally broke the silence. "So uh, kind of cool we got out after lunch today. I mean, the reasons not, but still. Just saying." She gave with a slight cringe.

Randy sighed with a light shrug. "Hey, we were excited too…Before the Final Act, at least."

Jill looked apprehensively at you and then Randy. "You think the killers might strike tonight?"

"For sure. Absolutely. " You and Randy both said in unison just a different word with the same damn meaning.

Randy continued. "It's just standard at this point. Big group of kids, party place in the middle of nowhere, drinking and breaking the rules just to be offed one by one with no one even paying attention because either they're too drunk or too busy screwing-"

"Or-" You held up a finger; finishing his sentence for him. "They'll think someone getting stabbed to death is a part of a prank…Maureen Evans. Premiere of Stab 1998."

Randy nodded and snapped his finger towards you. "Yep. No one even helped her. They all thought it was part of the immersive experience of Stab."

Jill gave a shake of her head and a grimace. "Wow, that's awful."

Kirby chimed in looking more interested than shocked. "Oh yeah! They totally should have used that in Stab 3's intro kill."

"Legal issues." Randy was just as casual about it as she was as he told her.

Kirby looked over at him. "Wait, didn't you work in the film industry? You mentioned it one day...I think when I was getting The Human Centipede last month. "

Jill glared at her. "Don't ever make me watch that again. Seriously. Something is wrong with you."

Kirby just snickered to herself as Randy gave a shrug once again. "Eh, just tech. My first movie was Stab 3 directed by none other than Roman Bridger." He gave with a wag of his brows and a tight lipped smile.

Kirby hissed out. "Oh, shit. But never again?"

"No, wasn't really qualified-"

You interrupted him after rolling your eyes. "Randy went to college for a Film Major he refuses to use." You gave him a look from the backseat.

"What?" Kirby laughed out as she drove. "No way, that's epic! But uh…Why not go be the next Sam Raimi? Shit, if someone can make Human Centipede then any of us can make it in the Industry. "

"Because it's a pointless little idea, Kirby."

Kirby scoffed. "No it isn't! You don't even have to go to Hollywood if you don't want to. You can use your film major in a more…Entrepreneur way."

Randy raised his brows. "...What?"

Kirby stopped at a stop sign a bit heavy on the brakes. "I mean, Jenna Marbles can cut up soap for Kermit and people love it!"

Randy and you blinked a bit at her; having zero idea what she was talking about.

Jill explained. "Anyone can be famous now. You just make people laugh or cry or be interesting."

Randy cringed slightly and mumbled. "I don't really want the fame part. We get enough of that." You looked at the mirror at your cheek as a reminder of how 'famous' you all are.

Kirby quickly added. "But you could use Youtube to get attention and then money. It would be easier to get a job in Hollywood that way if you do decide to go that route. You could make a podcast or a youtube channel dedicated to nothing but movies." Kirby added with a smirk. "I know if you created a podcast talking about Horror movies; I'd give it a listen and so would all those kids in Cinema Club today."

Randy gave her a skeptical smile with a sigh. "Kirby, I don't know the first thing about that. I'll look like a putz."

She shrugged with a huff. "I could teach you; No problem. If I can teach my Grandma how to use her new smartphone to play Angry Birds; you'll be fine."

Randy chuckled. "So the Student has become the Master, huh?"

Kirby grinned and pointed at him. "Karate Kid. Not one of my favorites, though still. Classic."

Randy grinned, leaning in his seat. "I know, nothing beats horror, right?"

"Nah. Absolutely nothing." Kirby gave a serious expression before looking at Jill. "I mean, me and Jill spend our weekends watching Shaun of the Dead, The Devil's Rejects, Slither, Jennifer's Body."

Jill waved her off with a chuckle. "Yeah I'm not nearly as much of a horror geek as you are…What was the one we watched the other day with Christina Ricci? With the-"

Jill didn't even finish her sentence as Kirby snapped her fingers and she asked. "Werewolves?" Before her and Randy said in unison. "Cursed."

Randy shrugged. "But best werewolf movie ever-"

Kirby grinned and finished for him. "An American Werewolf in London."

Randy nodded with a grin. "Hell yes!"

Jill sighed and whispered to you. "Oh God, be prepared. They'll talk about Horror Movies for the entire ride…One day, we stayed an extra hour at the store because they both argued on zombie movies and both of them wouldn't back down. Return of the Living Dead versus the Remake of Night of the Living Dead." She gave you a raise of her brows.

You smirked slightly and commented at their almost older brother little sister dynamic. "You two seem like two peas in a pod."

Randy looked back at you almost forgetting you. "Huh? Oh yeah, Kirby comes in all the time to the video store. Been trying to hire her for years because she's one of the only teens around here that actually knows what she's talking about."

She gave a sly grin. "I like to keep a low profile. I have an image. Besides, I love the surprise on peoples faces…If I worked at the video store, the fun would totally just fizzle out."

Jill mumbled teasingly. "Yeah and you'd probably eventually embarrass yourself in front of the guy you like there-" Jill nudged Kirby with her knee.

"I do not." Kirby huffed out with an eye roll. Couldn't tell if she was embarrassed and playing it off or if she was being honest, calm and just annoyed at her friends pestering.

Randy shrugged with a smirk. "Who? Charlie? He hasn't been in there much."

"No, there is no 'guy'. Besides, Charlie and Robbie are big on this internet thing including pirating movies. I mean, look. I'm not the feds or anything but you cannot beat physical media when you can get it." You all pulled into the police station as her and Randy excitedly went back and forth about physical media, horror, etc..

Jill leaned forward towards you as she saw the woman being dragged into the police station by Hoss. "God…I'm sorry you went through that."

You gave a sad smile and whispered back, Randy and Kirby oblivious in their own conversation as you talked. "Thanks but I've gotten used to it." You felt your phone vibrate with a text and ignored it.

"How? How do you handle it? The police monitoring you, the whispers and stares, the fear?" She asked softly.

You thought a moment before leaning in your seat, telling her. "...Uh what I do…Is I try not to think about it." You simply told her. Looking at her earnestly. "I remember I'm lucky to be alive. That I know the truth and that my loved ones know the truth and that it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks." You reasoned even if it wasn't nearly as honest as you wish it was. "The rest works out on its own."

Jill nodded before Kirby put the car back in gear once Hoss returned to the squad car. "Alright, let's get this show on the road, folks! Gotta a party tonight."

Both Randy and your faces dropped as you asked her. "Kirby, why? Are you seriously going to Stab-a-thon tonight?"

She laughed good naturally. "Well, yeah. I've gone every year. Can't miss it."

Randy gave her a look. "I can respect the love of horror and a good time but Kirby…It's clearly the final act!"

You added. "And you're part of Jill's group. Do you want to have happen to you what happened to our friends? You wanna test your luck and be the new Sidney and Tatum?" You grimaced as you looked at Jill. "Sorry."

Jill looked perplexed but also slightly offended. "You think…I'm the new Sidney?"

Kirby added before you could finish. "Well, by what they did, I'm clearly not Tatum. And besides, Olivia would understand. She'd want me to be around people."

You ignored Kirby and hesitated before nodding with a frown to Jill. "Look…Clearly someone is after your group and we kind of think you're the main focus." Jill looked frightened, putting a hand over her mouth as you reached out to her to reassure her. "I swear though, we are not gonna let this guy be the new Billy or Stu."

Kirby huffed out. "Like Trevor? I can see that."

Randy gave a shaky 'iffy' hand gesture. "I mean, it would fit in with the trope if this were a remake. It is not…You know who I think it is? If we follow all the franchise rules and weed out suspects?"

You quirked a brow. "Who?"

Randy went to speak but relented. "Well…Shit, nevermind. I can't say." He gestured to the girls and Jill gave him an unamused frown and Kirby chuckled.

"God, just say it! Is it someone in our friend group? Trevor, me, J-" Kirby urged.

"Charlie."

Everyone's face dropped. Jill and Kirby both kind of laughed out loud at that. Kirby exclaimed with a grin. "What? No way. Charlie wouldn't hurt a fly, he's harmless! A creep, social reject, future neckbeard but harmless."

Randy gave her a deathly serious look as she pulled onto the street where Jill and Randy lived. "I'm serious, Kirby. I try to relent pointing fingers at film geeks because then me and you would be suspects too."

Kirby gave him a devilish look. "Maybe I am? I'm going because I'm the killer oooo." She gave mockingly.

"But guess what?" He added. "I suspected Mickey and dropped it because 'Hey! Liking Cinema isn't a crime! I do that too!' and look how that turned out. I'm telling you, just watch your back with Charlie. With any of your friends…Even with each other." Randy gave Kirby a look then Jill. Turning to Jill and saying. "Everyone is a suspect."

Jill and Kirby both gave him a wide eyed stare.

You chimed in. "Kirby, I just wish you would reconsider."

Kirby stepped out of the car and you all opened your doors as well as she said with a smirk. "And miss out on free booze, blood and horror? No way. Just don't tell Danny Glover and Mel Gibson where I'm going, alright?"

Randy raised a playful brow. "Well that's a generous comparison. Remind me to ask you for my celebrity look alike."

You grinned to yourself and he pointed at you before you said anything. Knowing he fell right into that one. "Shut up. Damn, the guy and I had the same hair for a hot minute and he almost got the role for me in Stab and he plays dorky guys and you THINK we're both the same short ass height and you haven't shutted up since."

"Oh you mean Seth Green? That was my choice too." Kirby added with a smirk.

He gave her an annoyed look as you and her both tried to hold back laughter. He glared at you both. "Okay. Screw both of you. You both officially suck." He stepped out and so did you as you and Jill chuckled to each other as Kirby tried talking to him again.

The sun was slowly starting to set. The Autumn hours kicking in as the days were growing shorter.

Jill smiled and looked at you. You had to ask her. "...Are you going to Stab-a-Thon?"

She lost her smile and rolled her eyes lightly. "No. My Mom would kill me. Besides, Sheriff Dewey would have a chaperone with me all night. My room is like a prison cell now."

You gave her a sad smile. "Hey, I get it. It sucks. Been there, done that... But it's for the best."

She nodded to herself before asking you. "Can I ask…What was my cousin Sidney like?"

You blinked realizing she never met Sidney. She was only 2 or 3 when Sidney died. You thought a moment before telling her with a fond smile. "Sidney was kind…She was so kind. Brave. Empathetic. Strong willed. She was the mom friend of our group…Lectured us like one too."

"What was it like, you know, knowing while Billy and Stu were your friends; they were plotting to kill you?"

"Not comforting." You cringed lightly before sighing. "It was…It made me develop some trust issues that got worse after college and then after our last round of kills. To think while we were talking about school and 90's bands and teen stuff; they were plotting everyone's murder and we didn't mean anything to them. It sucked."

Jill fiddled with her necklace with a worried frown. "You think someone close to me is trying to kill me?"

"...Yes." You looked at Randy and Kirby talking while Kirby leaned against her car before you looked back at Jill. "Please, try to get Kirby to reconsider."

"Good luck." She muttered with an annoyed eye roll.

"Well…Then keep her and everyone else at distance. Everyone."

She looked shocked at that. "But Kirby-"

You shhed her and whispered. "Jill…You think Sidney or I expected Billy? That any of us did? You think Tatum or Randy or me expected Stu?... Kirby going is suspicious, Charlie and Robbie hosting it is suspicious-"

"And Trevor? My ex?" She softly asked.

You frowned deeply but nodded. "Very suspicious." You hesitated before giving a reassuring smile. "...Just be careful, stay home, and stay safe…Okay?"

She sighed but nodded with a forced smile. "Okay…I can see why Sidney was friends with you. If-" She chuckled in between her sentences. "If she was the Mom of the friend group, maybe you were that cool aunt you go to for advice?"

You smirked. "No, that was Tatum. For sure. The fashionable, feisty, fun, protective aunt."

Jill frowned. "...That could be Kirby but…I think Olivia was our Tatum too." She frowned, glancing at Olivia's house.

You frowned too, guilt eating at you that maybe if you would have tried to shoot at the window or if you would have been there a few seconds sooner; she could've made it. You gently nudged her with a sad smile. "Hey, we're across the street and if not us then Perkin's and Hoss are right there."

Jill nodded and waved goodbye, walking to her house as Kirby got in her car and you and Randy went to his house across the street.

Randy triple locked the front door behind you both and you both checked every single possible hiding spot in that house before finally settling down. You sat on the couch and Randy on the chair, tired beyond belief. You looked at your phone and saw a vague text about 'oil changes' from your 'mechanic'.

Randy sighed and told you. "Mind if I call Karla and the kids before it gets too late?"

You smiled and shook your head. "Not at all."

He called and once he started talking, you walked to the 'bathroom' until you saw he was looking away talking. You heard him tell her he missed her and asking about her family before you darted down the hall and to the kids room. As far away as possible as you sucked in a breath and called them.

"...YN? Took you long enough." Billy's voice huffed out.

"Is that Sweetcheeks? Man, put it on speaker phone-" Stu's voice sounded in the background as you lightly rolled your eyes.

"Yeah well, I was a little busy alright?" You retorted.

"So were we. We got a new location to look at-"

"The Barn on Fort Dillion Road?" You asked.

You just KNEW Billy was scowling at you beating him to it. "How do you know that?"

"Highschoolers."

Stu got on and chuckled. "What a coincidence, same here! All you gotta do is offer the tiniest bit of weed in a baggy and these dumbass kids start talking." Stu laughed out.

"So you're selling kids pot now?"

Stu chuckled. "Oh no, has my wonderful image been tarnished in your eyes?" He seemed tickled to say it, giggling like a little kid.

Billy sighed. "It was fucking oregano that we found in the kitchen of this motel. We saw it and instantly knew what to do with it."

"That's awful. You swindled that kid with herbs?" You chuckled with a smirk at the imagery that some kid's house was gonna smell like a pizzeria instead of pot.

To your surprise, you could hear the humor in Billy's voice. "Oh yeah, giving a dipshit kid oregano instead of pot. Truly worse than murder."

You smirked at the joke before reality set in and you paced the room, looking at the kids' stuff with a frown. "...I'm not going to the party. Neither is Randy."

"Well that's a relief…Maybe even surprising. Could have sworn you'd be stupid enough to go."

You almost tried to dig deep inside to find some shitty remark but relented as you sat on one of the kids beds and mumbled. "It would be suicide to go. Besides, I have had enough attempts on my life from people without masks…"

"What does that mean?" Billy asked.

"Nothing. Just…Bullshit." You drew out with a sigh.

Stu chimed in. "Anyways, we wanted to call not only so you would know where the parties at but also wouldn't go, okay YN?"

You nod as if they're there. You then raised a brow and slowly drew out "Yeah, sure…Curious…What exactly are you two going to do with this info?"

"Easy. Gonna go crash a party. Kill the fucker right there." Stu gave nonchalantly.

Your mouth parted. "What??"...You stood up, a shocked look on your face. "Are you crazy?! Don't answer that just-" You closed your eyes and sucked in a breath to stop yourself. "You can't go to this party, okay-"

Billy sounded annoyed as he replied. "You want this to end or not?"

"Of course I do! But you don't think two original murderers going to a Stab movie with a bunch of fans from their hometown isn't suspicious?! You don't think cops won't be there eventually?!" You hiss out so low they probably barely heard you.

Stu puffed air. "Relax! None of those kids are even going to notice us and we'll split before the po-po even gets there."

You shake your head. "It's not JUST that, idiots! We don't need to be splitting up and going rogue, okay?! I have enough of that with Gale and Dewey on edge constantly going in different directions instead of helping each other out. I don't need you two doing something stupid!"

"Aww." Stu drew out and you glared at the wall knowing he had a shit eating grin on his face as he dismissed your concern. "Someone cares about us and if we're safe. That's so adorable, man." He teased sarcastically

You rolled your eyes and thought. 'It's been 10 years Stu; give it a break.'

Before you gritted your teeth. "OR this someone's entire life will be ruined if you two are caught; dead or alive!"

"You think we're idiots? We're not new to this. You just keep your ass at Randy's on Walnut Drive at that little gray house and we'll do what we do best. Kill."

Your mouth stretched in outrage. "How did you-"

Billy gave a bit of a dark chuckle. "I told you, we aren't new to this…Just do us a damn favor and stay home. I don't need to babysit you while ripping this guy's liver out."

"Damn it, both of you don't!" You said urgently as the other line was quiet for a second. "Just don't go to that party tonight, okay? Let this idiot show themselves then get them. Hell, if you're ballsy enough you can watch this house from afar and wait till they inevitably strike but that party is a suicide mission if you go! And guess what? What's gonna happen if that killer doesn't show up there OR he does and you two get caught?"

…

Billy spoke up finally. "...You really feel that strongly about it?"

"Yes!"

He released a heavy sigh and then huffed out. "Okay…Fine but if we get news of a kill tonight-"

"Then come here. Because the killer always follows the Final Girl after the party has ended…Just hide yourself from Randy."

"No shit...Alright. Okay just stay put then."

"Okay." You simply gave. Billy hung up and you sighed out of mild relief even if a part of you didn't believe them.

While you had your phone call, Randy had his.

Randy smiled while looking down after talking to Mindy and Chad. "Be good, alright? Okay…Love you both…" He quietly knew that with this new killer, anyone could be hit. He swallowed and told them. "...I want you both to know I'm proud of you and I love you both more than anything. I miss you rugrats annoying me here at the house and 'll see you both soon, alright? Okay put your Mommy on the phone." Randy frowned, swallowing at his eyes stinging a bit imagining the worst before he shook his head and whispered to himself. "Stop it. Be the man here. Just follow the rules and everything will be fine."

He heard Karla back on and his smile returned. She asked him. "...They found anything?"

"No, nothing. But don't worry, there's a party tonight and me and YN aren't going. If Jill Robert's is the new Sidney Prescott then let them keep that shit across the road or over at the barn they're hosting at."

She sighed heavily, talking quietly. "I really wish you would just get out of there."

"...Maybe if the cops are busy at that barn where we know a murder is gonna happen then me and YN can haul ass out of here?" He glanced through the window at Jill's house. "Us being neighbors to the new final girl IF that's what she is and being the original survivors? It's just a recipe for disaster."

"Tell Dewey he's not invited to any events at this point."

Randy smiled at his wife's remark…Before whispering to her on the phone. "...Just stay safe on your end too. Some horror movies have had the killer travel just to kill someone close to the guy that he really wants. And you're definitely top 3 for me. Don't ask me the order because I could never decide between the twins."

She sighed with a slight chuckle before telling him. "I love you baby. Just…Get your ass here as soon as possible."

He smiled to himself. "Love you too. I'll damn well try."

He knew that probably wasn't happening but if it eased her a bit. He went to say something else when he saw Dewey was ringing him. "Karla, Dewey's calling-" She told him bye and to just call her tomorrow. He answered and Dewey just RANTED so fast Randy blinked repeatedly.

"Randy, I gotta tell you something. It's real important that YN isn't in the room."

Randy gave an odd look."...What?"

"Is she?"

He looked around the corner to see you pacing the kids room on the phone yourself. He told him. "No??? What the hell-"

"Are you sure? I'm serious Randy…I think…I think YN is in danger but she can't hear this."

Randy furrowed his brows and nodded. "Yeah, honest. She's on the phone in another room."

"With who?" He urgently demanded and Randy shrugged his shoulders with a disgruntled look.

"How the hell should I know? She's on the phone."

Dewey sucked in a breath and Randy could just tell how nervous and wound up he was. Randy grunted with a scowl. "Dewey, just spit it out-"

"I think Billy and Stu are alive!"

….

Randy was dead silent for a good 5 seconds before muttering. "...What the ever loving fuck are you even talking about???"

Dewey urgently hissed out. "Look! I know how crazy it sounds but I can't deny it anymore! Never finding their remains in the fire just like Neil Prescott, the door kicked out from the inside, tire tracks in the woods matching Billy Loomis's Camaro, Tim and James matching the description of Billy and Stu despite the hair-"

Randy closed his eyes and looked beyond annoyed. "Woah, woah, woah. Fucking BREATHE Dew."

"Randy, I've been sitting on this for a decade and after last night there's no denying it! Something isn't right here!"

"What?? Damn Dewey, start making sense! Whaddya mean by a decade of this info you're hurling at me?!"

Dewey took a shaky sigh…A very pained and shaky sigh that sounded almost heavy. "...YN…YN is lying to us…I…I…" He acted like he couldn't get it out. "...I found a photo on the crime scene of the motel room Neil was spying on her a decade ago. I pocketed it because I was trying to protect her from the media but…I wasn't sure. But…In that photo…Randy it's insane!... But it looks like Billy and Stu in her motel."

Randy stared at the wall…Beyond unsure WHAT to say other than. "You're for sure, huh?"

"Well…Not entirely. "

Randy rolled his eyes and smacked his knee as he sat down and hissed out low so you couldn't hear. "Insane is the word of the night. Oh my God, are you serious? Jesus Christ, you've been around your wife and her bullshit too long!"

Randy struck a nerve with that one as Dewey grumbled. "Gale has nothing to do with this!"

"Fine, then you're acting like her then. You actually believe those bullshit theories? Okay, YN got attacked today-"

"What?"

"You didn't know? Some parents tried to attack her at the Highschool today."

"Oh God…Why?-...You were at the school?"

Randy pinched his nose bridge. "Aaannddd this is the basic rundown of every horror movie in every small town ever made. Starting with the clueless Sheriff." He released his nose bridge and huffed under his breath. "Okay. Explain WHY you think you saw what you saw in this so called photo?"

He stammered. "Y-You think I want to ever in a million years think this of YN?! I don't but…I found the photo of those two guys in her motel room as she was walking out. All of them talking inside. She swore she was alone!"

"Two guys? You're for real right now? There's a picture of her sneaking two guys in her room?" Randy couldn't help snickering to himself. "Ooh really? That dirty slut!" He joked with a mischievous chuckle and with almost a hint of approval. "Damn so she had two guys there? Plus that Detective after her? Jesus, I'm almost jealous…Not that I swing that way but hey. Good for her for being a player."

"I'm serious Randy! She lied!"

"So???" Randy huffed out with a mocking look as switched the phone to his other hand. "Of course she did! What was she supposed to tell us? That she was having two guys sleep in her bed, mind you, to her former ex slash best guy friend and a guy that's like a big brother to her?" He shrugged. "I mean, the timing was bad and stupid of her and they COULD have been potential killers but they weren't. Case closed…Ohohohooo, I can't wait to use this as-"

"NO." Dewey harshly gave. "She can't know!...Okay?! That's not all…The one guy I'm positive about was Dennis Rafkin…In fact, I know it was that actor in her motel room in the photo and…I think Dennis Rafkin isn't Dennis Rafkin."

Randy blinked at that. "...Oh." That did strike him as odd if you got with the guy that played Stu or was going to AND that played in Scooby Doo…It explained how odd you acted while watching it the other night. But he quickly shook his head. "Well, he was a douchebag so who's to say they didn't just talk? I mean, was this photo of them making out or something?"

"Well no."

"Then you don't have proof of anything Dewey! And what the hell do you mean that he's not who he says?" Randy laughed in a mocking tone.

"Listen to me, Randy. I don't think Dennis Rafkin is who he says he is…Have you EVER seen a guy look similar to Stu Macher as much as that actor does? I didn't talk to him on set but I saw interviews of him when he drops that Australian Accent…Randy…That is Stu! I-It's CRAZY but-"

"Dewey, what fucking idiot would do that? Not even Stu would be stupid enough to play himself in a movie. You are DELUSIONAL with this case!" Randy groaned to himself. "So you think…You actually think that they're alive, they were Tim and James and Stu tried to play himself in a movie and that…YN knows about it? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" Dewey fumbled and Randy continued. "And to make an allegation that it's Billy and Stu and YN was WITH them??? You better pray she NEVER hears that. She'll never forgive you and honestly? If it wasn't for how insane it sounds, I'd be more pissed at you too. I expect this shit from Gale, not you."

"Randy, that's not all of the story here." Randy was quiet as he glanced around the corner seeing you still talking before Dewey told him. "...Deputy Hicks watched her sneak out while you were gone and she went to that motel at the edge of town…The same men were inside as a decade ago. The one looks different but I know my sister's old boyfriend…If that isn't Stu Macher, I-" Dewey firmly gave before trailing off with a sigh. "That guy. Put it this way…If it's not Stu then it's Dennis Rafkin IF they're not the same person."

Randy scrunched his face and shook his head with a disbelieving smirk. "What?...No. She wouldn't do that-":

"I have a picture…Hold on I'll send it-"

Randy heard fumbling and cursing on the other line as he prayed Dewey didn't accidentally send him a scary picture of some private thing with Gale or God knows what else..

Randy finally looked at his phone and saw…Exactly what Dewey described.

"Did you get it?"

Randy didn't answer for a moment. His stomach sank a bit realizing you really did lie. Those were the clothes you were wearing last night. You actually snuck out to meet these guys and lied to him.

Randy swallowed and looked around the corner at you still on the phone from what he could tell as he spoke low and told him. "Yeah…I see it."

"Look at the men, Randy. Just hear me out and look at them."

Randy pulled his phone back again and looked. The men's faces were blurry. He didn't see this Dennis Rafkin / Stu / Tim that Dewey was so adamant about but…His stomach sank and his eyes narrowed in confusion as he saw the man's face that was most clear…He was older than when he saw him in the 90's but…He really did resemble Billy Loomis. Dark deep set eyes, high cheekbones, similar face shape this guy was just older and more 'filled out'...It created this instant reaction of…Fear and contempt just looking at him. But that was…It was insane! Billy Loomis was dead...He was fucking dead.

Randy shook his head. "No…No, what you're saying is wackodoo shit, Dewey. YN would NEVER be with them and she would have told us if they're alive."

"Well not if-"

"STOP." Randy cut in harsher than he meant to before shaking his head. "Okay, so she's clearly either doing drug deals with these guys or having some strange affair with them for the last decade because that's the only reason she'd hide this. And you know what? Are they suspects? Sure but she's a grown woman. If she wants to keep her private life private, that's none of our damn business."

"It is when it's potential killers!"

Randy rolled his eyes and hissed out under his breath. "Jesus, Dewey! That is NOT those two idiots, okay?! They died in that fire, YN would never ever keep them secret from us, and she definitely wouldn't be meeting them at motels! I hope she's safe but if this has been going on for over 10 years then who the fuck are we to tell her what to do with her life?" He sighed. "Maybe she didn't tell us because she knew we'd be overbearing or judge her or some shit?"

"But Randy!"

"She's not Tatum, Dewey." Randy had an edge to his voice as he said it…He instantly felt guilt and mumbled. "I-I'm…Sorry. But she's not your kid sister you gotta monitor, she's a grown woman. If this has happened this long; maybe we just need to let her be? Ever think of that?"

Dewey was quiet before reluctantly sighing. "...Maybe you're right…I feel terrible thinking she would do that but her sneaking out and HOW MUCH they look like them-"

"Maybe it's some psychological thing? She's going for two guys that resemble them to bury those feelings for good-"

Dewey interrupted him. "Do you think she had feelings for them? It's just us, honest. I just…I just wonder with her."

Randy hesitated, not trusting Gale not to be eavesdropping. "Does it matter? If she did, they betrayed her just like us. They're dead and rotting in Hell, Dewey…And ya know what? You're kind of pissing me off right now."

"Me??"

"Yeah, you. We…" He trailed off. "We don't make time to be our Woodsboro family anymore and NOW you suddenly want to analyze her personal business here? And accuse her of the very rumor your wife created that ruined her life?...You've changed."

Dewey scoffed, seeming offended. "I have not!"

"Yeah, as soon as you put that badge back on; you've become a by the book's asshole that puts laws and rules above common sense and his friends…Sometimes, in cases like this, I liked you better when you were a regular guy, Dewey...I think you need a long ass vacation once this over and to stop being a cop for 2 seconds."

Randy knew that hurt him as Dewey sucked in a breath on the other line. His voice is heavier. "Well I'm sorry you feel that way, Randy. But I have a job to protect people…I'm only trying to save you and YN from…From what happened to others."

"Dewey, listen-" Randy gave, regret in his voice.

"Okay, maybe Billy and Stu are dead? Then what if these guys are Tim and James? What if it's that actor that was going to play Stu we coincidentally never met on set while everyone else did? Roman was involved in the first case and we had no idea so why not this actor? Regardless, she's been lying to us and hiding things and if they're just regular guys she's…Doing things with, I'll drop it and let her live her life. But I'm getting to the bottom of it. No more people are dying on my watch ever again and these new guys are suspects. "

"Dewey, wait a minute!...Dewey? Dew?!" Randy groaned as the line ended. "Oh…Fuck Jesus."

"Something wrong?"

He jumped when he heard your voice. "W-What? No nothing!" He eyed you.

The idea that you lied to him was already eating him. He wanted so badly to yell at you or to just openly let you know as less pissy as he could that you didn't have to hide shit and lie to him about your private life and that he thought you were close enough to each other to know that!...But he held it in.

"...Were you talking on the phone?" He couldn't help asking.

You stared a moment but nodded. "...Oh yeah. My uh…My car is out of whack. Something about the transmission. I was just talking to my mechanic about it."

"Really?" Randy tried so hard not to look too interested but he couldn't help it. He could tell you weren't telling the whole truth. "You sure were talking a long time…To your mechanic."

"Just small talk…Who were you talking to? I heard Dewey's name." You gave him the same look he knew he gave you.

Randy faltered, mouth parted before he swallowed and while looking away with a dismissive wave. "Yeah, yeah. Dewey called to…Make sure you were okay! You know, after the incident today."

You folded your arms. "Why didn't he call me?"

'Shit.' Randy thought as he shrugged. "Um…Well, he just wanted to ask me. I don't think he wants you thinking he's hovering over you."

You stared a moment before nodding as Randy asked. "How does your face feel?"

You shook your head and got something to drink from the fridge. "It's okay. Thanks but I've had ten times worse."

Randy nodded before you sat down on the couch next to him at the other end.

"How were Karla and the kids?"

"Fine…Just missing them."

You gave him a soft but sad smile. "Yeah. I'm sure you do…I bet they miss you too."

Randy fiddled with his keys in his pocket. Getting up to distract himself before he just blurted out that he knew you lied to him. "What movie do you want to watch?"

You shrugged. "I'm game for anything."

A few moments passed in silence as Randy put on a random movie he had. Both of you clearly had stuff on your minds.

Randy started thinking not only of you lying but…Of his kids…What if they had to go through this when they got older? What if they were Kirby's age, then what? Would they go through this shit too? All because he was in denial and swore a Trilogy was the end and after Roman this nightmare was over?...Kirby was a cool kid. He could imagine Mindy being like her when she was a teen…That thought made his stomach sink.

You glanced over at him deep in thought. "...Ray…What is it?" You asked in a drawn out dreaded 'Don't say it' sort of tone.

He shrugged, quietly telling you. "Just…Wishing we weren't here."

"Yeah. If we could, I'd be out of this place."

Randy sighed. "I've been thinking about that...It's probably just wishful thinking though. If the killer is anything like Horror movies; they'll follow their target or their target's closest friends."

You cringed. "This sounds heartless but if it's a remake and Jill is the target then we could still get away…At least you could. Go to your kids and wife. I'll manage."

Randy thought. 'Yeah cause apparently you have two guys to help you in case...' He sourly thought, not sure how long he could hide the fact he knew what he knew from you.

Randy shook his head, still not looking at you fully. "No, I'm still dead set this is a Franchise and you, me, Dewey and Gale are still the main targets…Something just isn't right about this. It's like…It's like they're baiting everyone."

You leaned forward in interest. "Whaddya mean?"

He finally looked over at you with a frown. "...What if…Jill isn't the target? What if…What if you're the target but they're making it look like Jill in order to get attention off of you? That way, when they kill you, it's easier."

You frowned as well, brows furrowed at that. "That would be convenient."

You adjusted in your seat to look at him fully. "I know it's not a remake but hyperthetically if Jill is a target…Is it the boyfriend killing or is she a target just because she's a Prescott?" You slowly asked.

He opened his mouth and shrugged. "I-I…Don't know? Both seem plausible." He released a humorless chuckle. "...Um…Well shit."

"What?"

"If this is a Franchise, we're kind of sitting ducks here at the house. Alone. At night…Officer Tweedle Dee and Dumb out there. If this is a remake, then we're right across the street from the Final girl."

You gave Randy a wary look and mumbled. "So…We're fucked."

He concluded. "And Kirby and a bunch of other kids including reporter Barbie will die or we will tonight. Here at the house alone or at that party. We're probably getting attacked."

You held up your finger as you saw the look in his eyes. "No, no, no. We are NOT going to the party!"

"Well no, that would be stupid! But…I'm reevaluating whether staying here was the right choice."

"Ray, come on. It's your house, we have cops out front, we have a gun, we-"

You both stopped. Hearing something…You both didn't know if it was outside or inside. But you both jumped up.

Randy faltered. "Okay, okay. We're just getting spooked. W-We're just getting worked up-"

You both swore you heard it again. You weren't sure what it was but you and him gave each other looks before saying. "Okay, fuck this." Randy wholeheartedly agreed as you grabbed your jackets, still dressed from that day, and went to his car.

You both checked under it and the back seat; tag teaming in unison before getting in and locking the doors. It was that odd time of dusk where it's almost completely dark but not quite.

Randy nervously drew out as he started it. "Ooookay who is ready for a 2 hour drive around town going in circles?"

You nodded. "Me. Back this thing up and let's keep moving."

He backed up. And you saw Perkin's and Hoss for whatever reason weren't following you. You huffed and threw a hand up. "Oh, NOW you assholes leave us alone!" You gave him a hopeful look. "Hey…They're not following! We could…We could just drive. Just drive out of here and Dewey would never know. What's he gonna do? Waste time tracking us down? Arrest us? The killer could be caught by then!"

He grimaced. "Damn it, I wish we could but the more I think about it…We can't! If I go to my wife and kids, so will the killer because this IS a goddamn franchise disguised as a shitty remake. Where we go, they follow. These dumbass kids don't understand we're in a fucking Franchise, damn it!"

"Then let's go to another state for all I care!"

"Again. They'll follow and we're REALLY sitting ducks then."

You tsked and leaned in your seat. "So what do we do? Just drive all night?"

Randy shrugged. "Why not?"

"You said it, they'll follow. I was in one high speed chase and almost died. I don't want to do that again."

"How did you even get through that alone??" Randy asked with a curious look.

You looked away. "I just…Did."

Randy smacked the steering wheel lightly. "Shit. Okay okay, okay…We gotta do SOMETHING. At that house, we're sitting ducks. In this car, eventually we could be stranded from some flat tire or a killer running us off the roads. Yes, it's in town but still it happens in horror small town or middle of nowhere…So…"

You gave him a dirty look. "NO. No way, Ray!"

"Where else are we going?!"

"Not there! I will sit all night at the police station first!"

"Oh right, so Dewey can do something stupid like send all his Deputies out when a kill happens and we're slaughtered there instead?"

You argued back. "Well it's better than going to a fucking party that is so obviously a trap!"

"Look…Gale is there. Kirby is there. Either they're going to die and lure us as bait or we're going to die while the party is a distraction …Or we go there and we follow the rules and end this. Tonight. It's the final act. I'm done with this shit and I know you are too."

"Randy. You have kids and a wife to worry about. We don't need to go there!"

"Yeah well, Kirby feels like what Mindy might be as she gets older and I'd want some legacy character to help her too. If you want, I can drop you off at the station but I'm going there and getting her out at least…Possibly Gale but if not. Meh. She lived a good life."

Your face soured. Usually YOU were the one giving these hairbrained brave ideas because of Billy or Stu…You grunted and smacked your hand on the window. "Damn it, Ray!" You sighed loudly. "I can't beileve were fucking doing this. We stick together no matter what. We keep a weapon on us-" You handed him Pepper Spray from your pocket and a knife. He took it while at a stop sign. "We try to get Kirby out. If not? We leave. We drive to at least the outside of the police station. Lock the doors and wait till sun up or we drive till the wheels fall off this thing, alright?"

Randy gave a firm nod "Sounds like a plan."

You looked out the window with a bad feeling in your stomach. You knew the killer was going to strike you tonight no matter who you were with or where you went. At least at the party there were a bunch of people and open space for you and Randy to get away.

'FUCK!'

#scream #stu macher #billy loomis #my writing #scream fanfiction #yn fanfic #she her yn #my stories #scream 4 #fours a franchise

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trashinaglass-archive · 5 years

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After the Movie

Y/n shows Harry the trailer for the After movie.

Warnings: After. Mentions of sex.

A/n: I understand that some people really don’t like After and some really do. This is not me bashing nor supporting the film, just a cute imagine idea, I think.

You were laying in your bed after a long day at work. You usually like to lay in bed and watch youtube videos to wind down from your day and get ready to sleep. As you clicked on the newest Jenna Marbles video to watch, an ad popped up. You usually always watched the ads so your girl could make her money. You noticed this ad was for a movie trailer. You looked at it in confusion for a second- it looked like a weird Fifty Shades of Grey remake. You then heard the name. Hardin. It all clicked in that moment. This was a trailer for After.

After was a fan fiction written about Harry. You remember reading it on Wattpad when it first came out. It eventually became so popular; practically everyone who knew the name ‘Harry Styles’ knew about “After.” It became so popular it was published as a book. You remembered feeling so excited for the girl, Anna Todd. She was an amazing writer and such a sweet girl. You hadn’t realized it had gotten this popular though.

“Oh, my stars,” you said searching for the trailer to watch again. You couldn’t believe you had seen it. As you watched it through a second time, it all came flooding back to you. You saw the storylinebeing played out in the few clips. You didn’t know if you wanted to feel excited or laugh at how ridiculous it kind of was. Turning a fan fiction about Harry Styles into a movie?

As you were sinking this new information in, you heard the man himself walk into your shared house.

“Harry!” you called out, hoping he would come straight to you before doing anything else. You heard him rush to your bedroom.

“You okay?” he asked as he walked in.

“Yeah, but um,” you started, not sure how to share this with him. “You remember that fan fiction that was written about you a long time ago that got really popular?”

“The boxer guy one? With that girl Bo or something?” he asked as he moved around the room. He began to discard of his clothes from the day and get ready for bed himself.

“No, the college student one that goes Fifty Shades on the girl?” you reminded him.

“Oh, yeah. I remember. What about it?”

“They made it into a movie,” you told him holding back laughing.

He looked at you in disbelief. “Are you serious?” he asked intrigued. You turned your laptop around and showed him the screen.

“Dead serious, actually.” You scooted back down into your bed, laying on your back with your laptop supported on your stomach. “Come watch it, it’s pretty funny.”

Harry followed your instruction and layed down next to you. You handed him the computer so he could see it clearly and pressed play. While you both watched it Harry asked a million questions.

“Who is she?”

“Why is she showering with no water?”

“He’s suppose to be me? Where’s the hair?!”

“Why won’t she make out with fake me?”

You laughed at Harry’s crazy questions. “You’re suppose to take this seriously,” you mock yelled at him.

“I’m sorry, but if they’re going to make a movie about fake me, they could at least pick someone with the proper haircut,” he told you jokingly. “The hair is a staple by now.”

“That’s actually true,” you said softly. “Are you going to see it when it comes out? Are you going to be invited to the premiere?! Can I go with you?!!” you asked with building excitement.

“Calm down, love,” Harry laughed at your burst of excitement. “I haven’t been contacted about anything regarding this. I didn’t even know it was a thing until you showed it to me.”

“Okay, well... if you do get invited can I come?” you asked hopefully.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Harry promised you.

“Thank you much,” you replied. “But you never said what you think about this. Support it? Hate it? Think it’s dumb?”

“I don’t know. I think it’s flattering she took the time to create a character after me. I heard she’s a good author too so I’m glad she’s getting recognition.”

“Oh, yeah. She’s amazing. I was blown away by how good she is,” you said absentmindedly.

“So you’ve read it?” Harry asked you. You normally stayed away from fan fiction because you knew how crazy it can get, but you were always captivated by After.

“Whaaaaaaaat?” you said, your voice going up about 5 octaves. “I mean, yeah I’ve read it, but I was only scoping out my competition,” you told him confidently.

“Checking out your competition?” He repeated prompting you to nod your head. “Your not real, book character competition?”

“Yes because you’ve been in that girls bed more times then I’d like to mention.”

“Really,” he said. The tone in his voice warning you of a teasing joke coming your way. “Have I made her cum as hard as I’ve made you cum?” he asked you. You gasped at the comment.

“Harry Edward!” you said while smacking his chest. “Honestly though, probably not. We’re damn good at the sex,” you said in all seriousness.

“Yeah, we are. Best I ever had,” he said turning away to put the laptop away, his words causing you to perk up.

“Hips don’t lie,” you said making him turn sharply to you. “You make me wanna,” you continued as he looked at you.

“I hate you so much,” he said laughing.

“One more night!” you yelled as he tackled you to the bed, kissing you to make you shut up.

This was better the first time before Tumblr had to fuck me up and delete everything the first time around. Also, I’m a southern Christian girl so I don’t say omg, I say oh my stars. But you can replace it with whatever you say.

#Harry Styles #Harry Styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles one shot #harry styles blurb

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f1esbian · 5 years

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plus

Relationship: Jenna Marbles/Julien Solomita

Rating: G

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: It was just the two of them sitting there in their bathroom. No camera set up on a tripod or in his hand. No microphones clipped to their clothes, no anything. Just this moment. It was all for them.

[Also on Ao3]

May 19, 2019 - It was a plus. Her mouth fell open as hair that was tucked behind her ear settled in front of her face. She was sitting on the lid of their toilet and he was crisscrossed on the floor in front of her, both staring at this object she was holding. His hand came to rest on her hip as his eyes swam up to see an obstructed view of her face. He gently brushed the hair away and tucked it behind her ear again. With his now full view of her beauty, he noticed a little joy-filled tear make itself known as it slowly ran down her cheek. He used his thumb to wipe it away and rested his hand where the tear left a small pink trail. She slightly twisted her head to kiss the soft skin of his palm. Her focus then lifted from the plus sign on the stick to him. Six years of her life flashed before her eyes when she saw his face.

She had a box under lock and key in her brain that was entitled, “Important memories of me and ot.” It contained, among other things, their first kiss, when he asked her to be his girlfriend and gave her a ring with an otter on it, the first official night they spent in their new house when they broke in their new room, and when they went on a spur of the moment trip and he forgot his jacket and she forgot her wallet. If anyone were to have just walked past these two, they wouldn’t think anything of the scene. The picture doesn’t look too special from a distance. That’s exactly the thing though. This was nothing like she expected it to be. She really was just sitting on a closed toilet with tears in her eyes and a stick in her hand that had urine on one side and a plus sign on the other. It wasn’t a glamorous sight. And yet, he was still sitting there with the cutest little grin she had ever seen. He was looking at her like she was his whole world. She had always expected this whole moment, when it came around for her, was going to be a bigger ordeal. That, however, is exactly what she didn’t want. She preferred things lowkey and under control. As they sat there, this moment was little and sweet. It was emotional and soft. It was precisely why she loved it so much and why she locked it tightly away in her special memories box. It was just the two of them sitting there in their bathroom. No camera set up on a tripod or in his hand. No microphones clipped to their clothes, no anything. Just this moment. It was all for them. The love of her life was sitting on the floor in front of her. She knew he wanted to be there just for her. Mere minutes earlier, they didn’t know whether they were about to receive news they so badly hoped for or if they were going to be faced with a tired little horizontal line staring up at them. The stick had been set upside down on one of the shelves that held some of her plants, a ticking time bomb that could very well detonate but just as easily do nothing. Her plants were blossoming in the beautiful spring of May. This little stick was going to tell them whether or not something was blossoming inside her. As the seconds scraped past, he held her hands and let her fall into him if she needed to. Words would never really be able to explain how much he meant to her. Every time she looked at him, it reminded her of how lucky she was to have met him and to have such an amazing person in her life. She was the one that got to love him, and she was the one that got to receive his love right back. Pure joy surged through her body when she thought about what this tiny stick just told them. They really did want this, she just couldn’t believe it was actually happening… It was on a Sunday night, so late it was technically considered morning, that they laid on their couch and talked for hours. His head was on an arm of the couch and she was snuggled deeply into the side of his body. His arm was wrapped protectively around her with his hand resting on her upper arm and thumb massaging slowly back and forth. They talked about the most random stuff, which really isn’t any different than normal but eventually, they got on the topic of friends and then family and then finally, the conversation funneled down into talking about children. It was that night they decided they were going to start trying. Several months after their talk, she found herself discovering her period was late. It was unlike her to not think things through entirely before doing them, but the words immediately spewed out of her mouth to him. They got in the car and she could’ve sworn she held her breath the entire way to the drugstore. This kind, elderly lady cashier gave a small reassuring smile to the potential parents. He held her hand the entire way back home. They both wanted to be there for it. Both at the exact same time wanted to see whether their lives were going to change forever. They walked into the bathroom upstairs and he closed the door behind them so the dogs couldn’t get in. He helped her with what he could and then they waited. They waited those long few minutes that felt like an eternity. He rubbed her feet while they talked about baby stuff because “What else do you talk about while you're waiting for your pregnancy test to be done cookin’?” That won him a giggle out of her. It was a real thing that was happening. She’s not the type of person to take serious things lightly, so to sit there and think about there actually being a human being inside of her was almost enough to bring her to a full-blown sob. She knew hormones were basically going to run her body for months on end. She knew her emotions were going to be unpredictable. She knew her body was changing at that exact moment as they sat there in the bathroom. Any child of his was going to keep her awake at night as it tosses and turns inside her. She knew she was going to start getting sick soon and her body will be unbelievably sore towards the end. She knew it was not going to be easy. But she also knew that when she finally has this little one in her arms, it will be worth it. Everything will be worth it. Hours upon hours spent in labor, ultimate discomfort, what they say is the worst pain to ever experience… The fact can’t be glazed over, however, that childbirth is one of the most beautiful things in the world. Bringing new life into this world, no matter how painful it is in the moment, can be very incredibly cathartic. The man sitting in front of her in their bathroom will be by her side the whole time. He’ll look at her like a precious jewel and tell her that he loves her more than anything else in the whole galaxy. He’ll repeatedly say to her that she is absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous even though her face will be red and covered in trails of tears. (He’ll absolutely be crying too.) She’ll have hair stuck to her face from the sweat and he’ll be there to gently pick it away and tell her that she can do it. He’ll hold her hand and let her squeeze it until it’s almost broken. A baby. A living thing that her body had made. A little human being that has the most perfect combination of a little bit of him and a little bit of her. She looked down at those two perpendicular lines on the stick again. Her bottom lip extended out as a small, teary laugh escaped her mouth. She glanced up at his face and was caught by these beautiful eyes that were wet with tears. She turned and put the stick on the counter and then took his head in her hands. She kissed his forehead, his temple, his cheek, and finally his lips. She pulled away and was faced with a man that she would do anything for. A man that she was so helplessly in love with. A man who couldn’t be more deserving than to have children with. He was going to make an incredible father. She scooted forward on the toilet seat and pulled him towards her abdomen, letting the side of his head rest on her belly. He hugged the lower half of her body and she cupped the back of his head as the other hand rubbed small circles on his back. Six years went into the preparation for this exact moment. They were happy. They were scared. They were excited. They were going to have a child.

#my fic #i really like this one so yeah #jenna x julien #jenna and julien #dink #dink fam #jenna marbles #julien solomita

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thatoneaceinthecorner · 5 years

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Tag Game: About the Author

I was tagged by @jaywrites101, I love your blog and thank you!

Rules of the game: Answer these questions and tag blogs you’d like to know better.

Nickname: Hmm. I don’t know that I really have a nickname? My younger sister calls me Loki but that’s about it. My parents still call me a little abbreviation of my first name sometimes, and so does my oldest friend, but most people just use my name.

Zodic: Scorpio. I don’t really believe in zodiac stuff, but I do fit pretty much every aspect of my sign except the high sex drive thing. I’m asexual, so that’s definitely inaccurate, but everything else is pretty close.

Height: 5’ 9”. But I’ve been inspired by Jenna Marbles and have decided to grow four or five more inches. No one can stop me.

Time: It’s 2:27 in the afternoon. I just got home from a doctor’s appointment and getting an IV treatment. I’m tired, but that’s a permanent fixture of my existence.

Favorite band/artist: I’m one of those people who has a playlist full of random songs of different genres that I happened to like becuase either they tell a story, or have some other emotional draw, rather than having all the songs be a specific artist. However, I do tend to enjoy Barnes Courtney, Imagine Dragons, Panic! and few others pretty consistently. Also I listen to a lot of obscure showtunes (Death Note, Hadestown, etc.)

Song stuck in my head: Lately it’s been Avicii’s cover of Feeling Good.

Last movie I saw: Avengers Endgame. I cried. Several times. And I don’t usually cry at movies.

[Edit: Fuck that movie. It was terrible.]

Last thing I googled: The Norwegian word for wonderous. For a writing project. (It’s vidunderlig, if you’re curious.)

Other blogs: @mustbewriting is my brand new writeblr.

Do I get asks: I have gotten exactly one ask. Though it wasn’t actually a question, it was a comment about how my username reminded them of a song.

Why this username: Honestly it was just the first thing that popped into my head. Also it’s accurate.

Following: Only 81 blogs, now that I look at it. I’m just here to goof off, if I like your stuff I’ll definitely follow you but I don’t actively engage a ton. I’d like to, I’m just not very good at it.

Averge amount of sleep: As much as I can get. I’m chronically ill, so I’m at home all the time. I go to bed around ten and get up around eleven. I don’t sleep that whole time, but if I get much less than that I’m even more of a groggy mess than I’d normally be.

Lucky number: 11 and 13.

What I’m wearing: Black t-shirt with a Doctor Who quote on it, black pants, black and grey argyle compression socks. Usually I’d be wearing pajamas, but since I just got home from the doctor I’m still dressed.

Dream job: I’d like to be an at least marginally successful novelist, making enough to support myself comfortably. I’m going to write books whether I get paid for it or not, but getting paid well for doing what I love would be spectacular.

Dream trip: I’d like to traipse around Europe, taking as much time as I want without having to worry about the cost. And when I say Europe, I mean all the way from the tip of Portugal, through every European county, around the UK, up into Norway and Finland and Sweden, and all the way down to Greece and Turkey.

Favorite food: Oh, this is hard. I have so many dietary restrictions it’s hard to come up wit a “normal meal” that actually gets me excited. I think I’ll just go with really dark chocolate. That’s a food, right? Anyway, it’s the thing I eat with the most consistency.

Instruments I play: Guitar, ukulele, a bit of mandolin, and some piano. I can’t read music, and I’m self taught, so my skill pretty much extends to any song I like and can find chords/a tutorial for.

Eye color: They can’t really decide between blue, green, and grey. They could be any of the above with an -ish added to the end.

Hair color: It’s brown on my birth certificate, but often people refer to it as blond. I don’t know. It’s an odd burnt honey color, I suppose.

Aesthetic: Hmm. For colors, that would be black, dark green, silver ... I’m a slytherin, so something along those lines. As far as clothes go, I’d rock a sharp black suit, no tie, with my silver snake earrings and black boots. Maybe an infinity symbol pinned to my lapel.

Languages I speak: English is my first language. I’m learning Norwegian, I speak a tiny bit of Spanish, I have an array of random Italian vocabulary, and I used to study Latin, so I have all the major Latin roots still floating around in my head.

Most iconic song: Sinners by Barnes Courtney.

Random fact: About me? My younger sister has designated me ‘Protector of the Crawlies,’ becuase I rescue spiders that have wandered into our house. The rule is that if I name a spider, she isn’t allowed to kill it. Most recently I liberated a spider that was chilling on my desk, and another (very tiny) that was for some reason hanging from the lense of my glasses. I’m starting to think that they like me.

Tagging: I’m not super active within the tumblr community, so I don’t know a lot of folks, but here’s my list:

@kirschteins-delivery-service @kissgiirls @smallnico @aro-ace-from-outer-space22 @thebibliosphere @thorlokibrother @headspace-hotel @gayandgoodatmath @owl-writes @swordsdippedinshadows @galexy-eevee

#tag game #chronically ill writer

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lololollywrites · 5 years

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thoughts about being 29 on the internet that i just had in the shower...

...and had to write down. they were all basically just about how f**king - NEW. and surreal. the internet, its capabilities, and its fandoms can still be to me sometimes. i feel like i forget this a lot. but when i think about it, i can easily recall my wonder at discovering that it all existed in waves of smaller finds. and because i know there are others like me, i thought i’d share some of my own experiences. because honestly, i’ve had fewer years on tumblr and sites like it than some people much younger than me. i’m catching up and enjoying it.

firstly, i know i’m old to some of you, but i’m not really old. not really. i’m still a millennial, screwed over by student loans and old white men and viewed as part of the technological generation. i’m a phd student, and because i’m always on a college campus, i’ve been mistaken as a freshman. a few times. but it’s been fascinating to witness actual freshman and other college students and consider just how different things are for them and honestly? i’m sort of jealous.

because...

i can remember when i first discovered that fanfiction existed. i was in third period tech skills as a junior in high school - 16 years old - and got a little off-topic and searched for spoilers for a new supernatural episode. this was in 2005 and the show had just come out (yes i still watch, i can’t escape).

and what did i find? somehow? fanfiction.net. i was, no exaggeration, shocked. i sat and read a full-length chaptered fic in episodic format. my mouth was hanging open. i saw thousands more fics in hundreds of fandoms and suddenly felt less strange for envisioning full-scale episode re-imaginings in my head as i laid in bed, dissatisfied with what i had just watched. (btw, i watched new supernatural episodes the sunday after they used to originally air on the wb on thursdays, at my mom’s house where i had my own room and own tiny tv, because no one at my dad’s house wanted to watch and streaming episodes wasn’t something i could even imagine. plus i didn’t have internet at my dad’s house. i know.)

not only that, but i was impressed as hell. here was me, not even aware that you could somehow upload your own text to the internet, and people were not simply writing polished stories in private but posting them somewhere that allowed for chapters. that allowed for people all over the world to read their words. that categorized everything into a huge virtual library. and, most incredibly to me, that allowed for reviews from people around the world.

i couldn’t believe that this new world was open to me. that people would be so generous as to offer amazing stories to me to read FOR FREE. that i had a limitless supply of content to read and review. i barely had functioning internet at home, so i had been sheltered. i told the people sitting next to me in class about it and encouraged them to check it out, mostly to blank stares. i may have even told the teacher, but no one cared. i didn’t understand. who wouldn’t be interested? i told my dad and my sister about it when i got home from school. i was mind-blown.

months in and many reads and written reviews later, i wrote my first fic. it was for smallville. 6 chapters, with updates every few days, that received 14 reviews in total. i read them all multiple times. i showed my sister. i checked the story stats every half hour. i cried. i wrote on the family computer secretly in the evening when most of my family had gone upstairs, because i was about half a year away from owning my first laptop. i wrote more stories sporadically for about 6 years, gradually getting better, but also gradually becoming more stressed and aware of negativity, online arguments, and the embarrassment and shame i suddenly felt about having an online presence. i found a supernatural forum at tv.com (the forums sadly no longer exist), learned about fandom, and immersed myself in posting and being part of a community that i thought understood me more than my friends. like a secret life.

during my first year of college, in 2007, i was in a friend’s dorm when he asked everyone if we wanted to watch an episode of scrubs. i laughed. surely he was joking. “how can we just watch an episode? it’s not on now and you don’t have the dvds.” i literally didn’t consider that there may have been a way. he excitedly told us that he had found some website that had episodes just... pre-uploaded. and that you could just click. i didn’t believe him. the stress of having to be at the tv at a certain time each week for fear of missing an episode entirely and forever was just part of being a fan, right? buying the tv guide and checking listings was necessary. but he found the episode. and clicked. it only took a few full minutes to load and there it was. again, i was astounded. this memory is so shockingly clear to me. it changed how i spent much of my free time, for one. just that moment.

sometime during this first year of college, i was home for break and came across a video on youtube, this new website i had started to use. it reminded me of ebaum’s world, which my friend would show me at her house sometimes because her computer was faster than mine. it was called “cat soup”, and by two guys that called themselves smosh. it had more views than i could comprehend - probably not much more than 5 digits, but still. they were just two kids i could have gone to school with who could create a funny video and get famous. again, i was shocked. mind-blown.

i showed my sister, my mom, and all my friends. they appreciated it a bit more than the fanfiction, but no one seemed to grasp how incredible and revolutionary it was. they all liked “shoes”, with the kelly persona by liam kyle sullivan (we still quote it today), probably because its budget and effects made it a bit more familiarly professional and it appeared less homemade (though it definitely was). but i couldn’t forget smosh. i was so impressed by them. i watched more videos and eventually found communitychannel and jenna marbles and eviliguana and shane dawson. i even found fan edits for my faves, buffy (maybe i saw one of phil’s, lol) and supernatural and smallville, and tried making my own. i freaked in 2009 or so when fred reached a million subscribers. a million. i couldn’t wrap my head around that. again, i told my sister and friends, expecting them to see the enormity of something so crazy happening, and they just... didn’t.

back in 2008, after watching “stick it” again, i recalled the name of a gymnast my cousin used to always talk about when we were kids - from the 1996 olympics - and looked her up on youtube. i realized that all gymnastics competitions imaginable had been uploaded. again - not to be repetitive - but i was shocked. there’s no better word. i gave myself a thorough education on the sport, traveling through time. i am still so grateful that i was able to do that.

sometime in 2009, my friends started pestering me to create a facebook account. i was a junior in college. 20 years old already. it sounded weird - pictures of me online? why? but i gave into pressure and made one. my mom had never allowed us to make a myspace; we were a bit young, and she hated the idea (now, she’s on facebook more than i am). around the same time i got my fanciest phone yet - an LG Env3. i figured out that it could access the internet and that i could use songs to create ringtones. again, sufficiently mind-blown. considering my first cell phone had been a flip phone with no camera that i shared with my sister during emergencies when i was 13, i felt that technology was coming along fast.

smart phones were foreign to me for a long long time, until recently actually. i thought they were unnecessary for quite a while. i don’t even remember what phones i had at the end of college and through grad school, but i’m pretty sure they consisted of a series of cheap pay-as-you-go phones from walmart. in 2013, i went to china for a year to teach. i got a cheap phone there and used it for about 7 months. one day, a friend of mine gave me his old htc smartphone because he was getting a new one. i didn’t know how to use it, but i played one app on repeat before class and snapped some low-quality photos. after that, i almost immediately went to indonesia for another 9 months to teach high school (2014-2015). the htc phone died very quickly, so i used the nokia brick phone given to me by the organization. it was fine. i had never even used my old smartphone to access the internet, aside from wechat, thanks to china’s internet blocks. it wasn’t until i got home, in the summer of 2015, that i finally got an iphone. it was a huge deal and a big learning curve. it was also around this time that i found dan and phil and tumblr. i only got my macbook two years ago and finally think i have some things figured out.

so i may be old in some ways and remember floppy disks and the card catalog and using encyclopedias to write my middle school papers and huge computers with black screens and green text that displayed math problems in elementary school. i may be able to remember the sound of ancient, huge printers that used reams of paper with perforated, tearable strips down each side. i may remember aol red, dial-up, and not being able to connect if someone was on the phone. but i can also remember watching technology evolve in front of me, discovering fandom and the huge world of content and friendship that lay ahead. and when people try to say i’m too old to like dan and phil, i remind them that dan and phil can also remember. we’re the same age. i relate to them and their stories. to phil’s buffy obsession. to dan’s love of smosh. i’ve only had about 10 fully-cognizant years here on the internet, and only a couple in the world of tumblr and iphones and mobile apps. i’m young in those ways. and i look young enough that strangers sometimes think i’m a teenager.

that’s laughable to me in some ways, because i’ve lived so much since my teen years. so much has happened. but in others, i don’t feel much different. there’s no age where you just feel grown up. that your interests vanish. that things suddenly seem childish and dumb. yes, i cringe about some things i wrote or did back then and i think i’ve matured, but my interests are all still relatively similar and i can finally explore them in ways that i just couldn’t before.

i hope that this has made sense. and i hope that some can relate.

#fandom #text post #sorry about this #i had to get it out #stories #me #dan and phil #kind of #well i mention them

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