i just watched the new superman movie because whoever plays him is super hot so i thought id watch it and tell me why it was the best movie ive ever seen in my entire life.
first of all, he’s hot. second of all, he’s silly and goofy, third of all, midge mazel plays lois and does a phenomenal job, fourth of all i was in suspense the whole freaking movie because of fucking lex luther. fifth of all, i laughed, i cried, i shitted, i screamed of laughter from the memories of the memes ive seen about the movie, sixth of all, it had that guy in it from the quarry which is one of my favorite games, the max guy that turns into a werewolf in the first five minutes, seventh of all, mr terrific is probably one of the best parts of the movie, eighth of all, it’s funny and comedic in like a good balance of story and humor and i liked it a lot.
and those are all my reasons i liked it. also did i mention superman is hot?
omg ALSO krypto is so cute i love that they included him.
"it's crazy how the more accurate my art the angrier people get" 💀
Literally all I've been trying to say is that you're not actually drawing out your art?? But then you still claim it as your drawings!?????? You color pick parts of a photo you overlay colors to give the photo a certain effect. This can be seen in your speed paints. That's fine. Who cares. The issue is when you show the finished product and then claim it as one of your drawings. To top it all off, you label them as "accurate". This is misleading to your viewers and you know that. That's why you get defensive and delete comments. Whatever "accuracy" that people are seeing in your posts comes from the original photo, not you. You delete nearly every comment that calls you out, because you know they're right. You only leave SOME of mine behind because I got backlash from your blind supporters and it made you feel validated. Label me as the "town fool", whatever. The only fool in this situation is you.
okay 2 posts anyway i love having such an amazing neighborhood here at tumblr i love you guys!! you make it worth posting!!!!!! the way you guys analyze my work and send me asks and write in the tags a very specific aspect of ky blog that resonates with you!!! I LOVE TUMBLR!!! I LOVE ART!!! ART HAS NO RULES TUMBLR HAS NO RULES!!!!! peace and love to you all
bro is just a straight up hater 😭 just let people do what they want it literally doesn’t effect your life in anyway. they make great art and just because you don’t think so doesn’t mean you can harass them online. you are like a stalker at this point.
In honor of Halloween coming up I figured I’d write a supernatural scream au since I love both of them.
PROLOGUE — 2.6K words, under the cut
NOT PROOF READ! Published September 10, 2025
Ruby rolls her eyes as the phone rings in the other room. This was ridiculous, another spam call within thirty minutes of the last one. She is in the middle of typing up an essay that is way past due and being rudely interrupted by annoying phone calls certainly didn’t help.
She grunts with effort as she hoists herself off the couch and looks down at the coffee table. It was covered in papers and books detailing the topic of the essay. The TV plays some horror movie rerun in the background. Ruby likes horror movies as much as the next person, but really, it was just there for background noise. There was something comforting about the screaming and thrilling music.
She sighs heavily as she walks into the kitchen where the phone sat on the receiver, continuously ringing. She picks it up, preparing to tell the telemarketer on the other line she’s not interested in whatever scam they were selling but with much harsher words.
“Hello?”
“Hello,” A deep scratchy voice comes from the other line.
“Listen, I’m not interested in—“
“Who is this?”
“What?” Ruby leans back onto the edge of the counter.
“Who is this?” The voice repeats, this time slower.
“Who are you trying to reach,” Ruby asks back, trying to end this phone call as soon as possible.
“What number is this?”
Fed up with this conversation already, Ruby asks more frustratedly, “What number are you trying to reach?”
“I don’t know,” The voice admits.
“Great, bye.” Ruby sets the phone back on the receiver with more force than she probably should’ve.
She purses her lips and walks back to the living. She plops down on the couch and is about to dive back into this stupid essay when the phone rings again.
She looks over at the clock, wondering why her phone kept going off at a quarter to midnight. She thinks for a moment, racking her brain trying to remember if anyone said they’d call. Then, she remembers her roommate promising to call if she isn’t making it home tonight.
She gets up from the couch again, this time with less anger and more eagerness. If her roommate wasn’t coming home, then that meant she was out with a boy, and Ruby loves gossip. She reaches the landline and picks up the phone, pressing the accept button, ready to slyly ask her roommate who she was with.
“So—“
“I’m sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong number,” The voice from the previous call sounds apologetic.
“So, why’d you dial it again?” Ruby asks, frustrated to be talking to the wrong number again.
“To apologize,” The voice sounds sincere.
“Wow, how thoughtful,” Ruby sarcastically remarks and moves to put the phone back on the receiver when the voice calls out over the phone.
“Don’t hang up.”
“I’m hanging up,” Ruby says, rolling her eyes and slamming the phone back onto the receiver.
God, some people. She takes a deep breath and waits by the phone, expecting the call from her roommate to come through at any moment. She picks at her cuticles and thinks over how she’s going to be able to finish this five-page paper by tomorrow. The phone rings again.
She grapples for it, picking it up. “Hey—“
“Why won’t you talk to me?”
“Who is this?” Ruby demands.
“You tell me your name, I’ll tell you mine,” The voice muses.
“I don’t think so.”
A loud scream echoes from the TV in the living room. Someone in the horror movie she was watching must’ve been killed or close to it.
“What’s that noise?”
“A movie,” Ruby answers monotonously, glancing over at the clock again.
“A movie,” The voice echoed. “What kind of movie?”
“A scary movie,” Ruby retorted. “Obviously.”
“Do you like scary movies?”
“No, I just like letting them play on my TV and rack up my cable bill. Yes, I like scary movies.”
“Really,” The voice asked again. “What’s your favorite scary movie?”
“The shining.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m hanging up now.”
“Wait.”
“What?”
“Don’t you want to know my favorite scary movie?”
“Not really.”
“Fine, I’ll tell you,” The voice pauses. “I like Halloween.”
“That’s great,” Ruby says with no emotion.
“You know, the one with the guy in the white mask… who sneaks into houses and kills babysitters.”
Ruby stares down at the counter. This was annoying, and even worse, this guy would not leave her alone. She can understand needing to talk to someone, but calling a stranger's house in the middle of the night was not the way to do it. They had specific lines to call for things like that.
She stares at the knife block on the counter and listens to the voice drone on about Halloween. “Kind of like me,” The voice smiles.
Ruby turns her full attention back to the phone call, only just now registering what the voice said. “Huh?”
“I said I like that movie,” The voice corrects.
“No, you didn’t,” Ruby insists, looking around her house.
“What do you think I said?”
Ruby shakes her head and then scoffs. “Look, I'm hanging up now.”
“Don’t hang up on me,” The voice demands.
“Listen, Asshole,” Ruby starts.
“No, you listen you little bitch,” The voice snarls. “If you hang up on me, I swear to god, I’m going to kill you.”
Ruby, paranoid, but sure this was just some prank call, looks out one of the windows in the kitchen, not seeing anyone outside. “Is this some kind of joke?”
“More of a game, really,” The voice laughs. “Can you handle that?”
When Ruby doesn’t respond, the voice calls out. “Ruby?”
She quickly reaches for a knife from the knife block, her heart rate spiking. How does he know what she looks like? Realistically, she thinks anyway, this was probably some asshole from one of her classes. College was full of freaks, especially men. But better safe than sorry.
“I wouldn’t do that, but that’s just me,” The voice suggests.
“Good thing I’m not you.” Ruby throws the phone back onto the receiver and grabs one of the knives. She picks the phone back up and presses the buttons 9 and 1 before the phone rings again.
She ignores it and grips the phone right in her hands and runs to the front door, locking the deadbolt. She turns around and hastily spirits to the back of her house, locking the back door as well, but it was made of glass, and if there is one thing Ruby knows, it is that glass won’t keep a killer at bay. She jams her finger on the ignore call button and hurriedly dials 9-1-1 again. She stares back at the door, knife in one hand and phone gripped in her other as she waits for the line to pickup.
She still is holding out hope that this was some sort of sick prank that was being played on her. By who? She doesn’t know.
She watches as the phone rings, not 9-1-1, but the same number that has been calling her relentlessly and tormenting her. She feels scared, of course, like anyone would, but slightly annoyed. Probably not a normal reaction to have, but Ruby doesn’t think she’s too normal herself. Definitely not the type of person to play a prank like this, but the type to be fed up rather than scared.
She peers out the window, trying to catch any sign of movement. The doorbell rings, and Ruby turns around to face the front door, her hands shaking. She slowly paced up to it, calling out, “Who’s there?”
When the phone in her hand rings again she nearly jumps out of her skin. She answers it and presses the phone to her ear.
“You should never say, ‘Who’s there?’ Don’t you watch scary movies? It’s a death wish. One that I’m happy to make happen, ” The voice whispers.
Ruby shudders. The annoyance leaves her body as she slowly starts to realize this wasn’t some sort of sick joke.
The voice takes Ruby’s silence as a sign to continue. “Might as well come outside and investigate a strange noise or somethin’. In fact, why don’t you make this easy for both of us and unlock the door?”
Ruby musters up the courage to speak. “Look, my boyfriend and his friends will be here soon, and they can totally beat your ass. So, leave me the fuck alone.”
“Is that right?” The voice asks.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t see ‘em.”
“What?” Ruby asks, her voice breathless.
“I don’t see ‘em. And, I’m at your house.”
Ruby turns to the back door and slowly stumbles to the light switch on the side of the door. She flicks the switch, and the light flickers to life. Ruby wearily glances out the window and drops the phone.
“Oh, god,” she gasps, covering her mouth and turning away from the window in terror. A figure stands outside the window, a pale mask covering its face with a contorted, ghostly scream. There’s a phone in one hand, a knife in the other.
She picks up the phone from the floor and calls out to the person on the other line.
“Why are you doing this?” Her voice was filled with fear, and her breath was trembling.
“Guess.”
“Please, please just don’t hurt me.”
“Oh,” The voice sighs. “I would never hurt you.”
Ruby is about to speak again when the voice cuts her off. “I’m going to kill you.”
“Why are you doing this?” Ruby repeats, this time her tone is demanding.
“I want to play a game.”
“No,” Ruby immediately said.
“Come on,” The voice coaxes.
“No, I don’t want to,” Ruby insisted. The figure starts forward, getting closer and closer.
“Fine,” She says quietly. When the figure doesn’t stop she screams it. “Fine!”
The figure halts. The line is silent for a moment before the voice speaks again. “There’s the right answer. I’ll ask questions and if you get them right, you live.”
“Fine. Whatever, you freak,” Ruby breathes out.
She crouches on the floor, her back facing the wall so she has a good view of the room and no one can get behind her.
“Just ask your questions,” She hisses, holding back a sob.
“Don’t be like that,” The voice whines. “It’ll be fun. I’ll even give you a warm up question, huh?”
Ruby is silent.
“What is the most iconic line of The Shining?”
“I can’t,” Ruby whispers, her mind filled with fear and adrenaline that clouds her thoughts. She was in no position to remember the line of a movie. “I…”
“Ya said it was your favorite scary movie. So, what’s the line?”
“Shit,” Ruby curses, trying to find the dark recesses of her mind where she stored that information. “Uh, shit,” She curses again. “Here’s Johnny?”
“That’s right! Ok, question two. What are the rules of Gremlins?”
“I don’t know,” Ruby yells. “I’ve never seen it!”
“Oh, c’mon, everyone knows this.”
“Alright, ok. Uh,” She swallows deeply. “Um, avoid light?”
“That’s one.”
“Don’t get them wet.”
“That’s two.”
“And, uh, don’t feed them after midnight.”
“But isn’t it always after midnight,” The voice laughs.
“Those are the rules, Asshole,” Ruby spits. “All three of ‘em.”
“I know,” The voice scoffs. “Bad rule though.”
“You asked your questions, I answered. Leave. Now.”
“I can’t,” The voice feigns sympathy.
“Fuck you, Asshole,” she sobs.
“That’s no way to speak to a house guest,” The voice sighs.
“What do you want from me?” Ruby screams.
“I want you to guess which door I’m at.”
“I have a knife,” Ruby threatens.
“Oh no, I’m so scared,” The voice remarks sarcastically.
Another sob racks Ruby’s body as she stands in between the front and back door.
“Go on, guess,” The voice taunts.
“I won’t.”
“Your funeral,” The voice whispers in a singsong voice.
A chair flies through the back door leading to the patio and Ruby scrambles away from the broken glass that litters the floor. She runs to the kitchen, knife in hand, standing behind the island, watching the area around her.
A hooded figure runs past the doorway and Ruby flinches, brandishing the knife in the direction of the person. Her panicked breathing isn’t helping her as every breath she takes causes her to shake.
The cloaked silhouette stalks toward her, gripping the corners of the island and making a grab at Ruby. Ruby runs to the other side of the island, her eyes watching the figure intently, terrified and panicked.
The figure makes another move for her, but she grabs a pan from the rack hanging above the island and throws it at the figure. It makes an impact with a dull thud, and the figure crumples to the ground.
She takes the opportunity and opens the side door leading to the garage and closes the door with a small click. She ducks into one of the corners with boxes and hides behind them, her breath trembling and her hanks shaking violently.
Her face is wet with tear stains, and she closes her eyes to try and steady her breathing. She peers around the corner and through a window into the house and watches as the figure disappears into another room.
She opens the door and sprints to the patio. She jumps over the broken window. Her bare feet sting from the shards of glass and the concrete. It felt like walking on burning coals. She cries out but uses her elbow to cover her mouth as she stumbles down the pathway to the front of the house.
She sees a car in the distance and the make and model suggest that it’s Sam’s car pulling into the winding driveway. She forgot they have a study date tonight. He was going to help her with her essay.
Ruby is about to call out when the cloaked figure jumps out the window next to her and tackles her to the ground. Ruby struggles to her feet, scrambling to get away. The figure is not far behind her, its sickening, ghostly white mask taunts her. She leaves the knife discarded on the lawn as she tries to run.
She can feel her legs wanting to give out but she keeps pushing forward until a hand grabs her wrist and drags her backward. Ruby lets out a yell for help until a gloved hand covers her mouth. She struggles against the hand, grappling with it to get it off her, when a blade plunges deep into her chest.
She collapses to the ground in a heap of limbs and stares at the wound in her chest. She reaches a hand up to put pressure on it and groans in pain at the feeling.
The figure crouches over her, and she attempts to grab the knife away, but instead, they stab the blade into her neck. Ruby lets out a blood-curdling scream and knees the figure in the side.
They tumble off of her, and she crawls forward to the front of the house, using what little strength she has left to reach the porch and hopefully help. The world is growing dark and she finds it difficult to breathe.
She tries to call out to Sam’s, who’s just gotten out of her car but no words come out. No sounds. She can only watch as Sam walks up the steps of the porch, a few bushes obscuring her vision slightly.
Ruby can hear Sam’s voice. He’s on the phone with someone. Ruby tries to call out again but the only sound to come out is a whisper.
Ruby manages to get to her feet and stumble forward a few feet. She waves to get Sam’s attention but trips over the porch steps and falls to the ground.
Behind her, the figure gets back up. They come up behind Ruby, knife raised, and bring it down forcefully into Ruby’s back. She can’t scream or yell; she just crumples to the ground. The only sound is that of her body hitting the wood of the porch.
basically it writes itself. i can see possibly crowley or maybe lucifer being part of the volturi, other angels being the other vampires, like probably gabriel (as the trickster) as emmett?? like other vamps as the other werewolves i haven’t watched the later seasons in a while so i can’t remember who all would be included in that. john winchester is obviously charlie swan but somehow horrible. this is a john winchester hate page. sam is in there somewhere, maybe ill just have him live with mary in florida or something.
either way this is gonna be good, give me like a month and i’ll write something. trust.
i want there to be like a criminal minds, supernatural, vampire diaries crossover. like sam and dean find out about like the originals and go to mystic falls to kill them and then the b.a.u has been following the winchesters for a couple of years and finally catches them in mystic falls. it would be so interesting. i’d call it supermind diaries or maybe vampirecriminalnatural
