𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙋𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎 / 𝙑𝙄𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙈

𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝙽, 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝙾 𝚂𝙴𝚇𝙸𝚂𝚃

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promdevil‌:

                 as  the  other  girl  comes  into  class,  carrie  nervously  waves  her  over.  she’s  been  dreading  this  since  the  girl  missed  class  the  day  before,  so  stumbling  over  her  words,  she,  barely  above  a  whisper,  mumbles  out,  ❝  tatum,  uh  –  i-i  didn’t  have  anybody  to  partner  up  with  so..  yesterday  while  you  were  out  the  teacher  said  you’d  be  assigned  to  me.  if  ..  if  that’s..  –  ❞  she  stops,  swallows  hard  and  it  almost  seems  like  she’s  not  going  to  even  try  to  continue,  when,  ❝    –  i  can  do  all  the  work.  not  that  ..  i  think  you’re  ..  dumb  or  anything.  i  just  ..  get  it  if  you  don’t  want  to  meet  outside  school  or  ..  you  think  your  crowd  will  pester  you  about  it.  ❞  she  can  already  see  stu  picking  the  other  girl  up,  screaming  out,  better  be  careful  or  scary  carrie  will  put  a  hex  on  you.  

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Sid had once called Carrie “uncomfortable to talk to”, and now Tatum thinks she knows what her friend had meant. She tries not to judge people based on what Stu says, since he’s kind of a shitheel even if they are dating now, but just hearing the apologetic, cowering tone of the other girl’s voice makes Tatum shift anxiously in her shoes. Makes her feel like she should be apologizing to Carrie, for --for what? For how the other girls treat her? Tatum doesn’t have any control over that. “I can escape my crowd for a few hours,” Tatum finds herself offering (what, are you trying to be a good person now?) “If you want to come over after class, you can fill me in on the assignment?” It isn’t meant to come out as a question, but it does. There’s something sort of...fragile...about the other girl. Maybe it’s in the tension radiating off her in waves. Either way, Tatum finds herself trying to dial down her tendency to be (bitchy?) demanding.

[braet-deactivated20241126]

GOLD DON’T COME OFF. WHAT’S GOOD STAYS GOOD NO MATTER HOW MUCH OF A BEATING IT TAKES.

ind. priv. sel. VICTORIA ‘VIC’ MCQUEEN of NOS4A2, multimedia-based

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knifewields‌:

his  fate  hangs  delicately  in  the  air  ,  and  it  was either  total chick  flick  or  something  stu  might  actually  have  an  interest  in  .  that  is  ,  besides  the  girl  now  walking  into  his  family  room  holding  a  massive  bowl  of  popcorn  .  yeah  ,  tatum  was  hot  .  you’d  have  to  be  blind  to  think  that  she  wasn’t  .  body  turns  ,  palm  flattening  on  his  chest  as  green  eyes  fixate  on  the  other  .     ‘   i  never  get  scared  .  i'm  tough  as  shit  .   ’    lips  press  together  into  a  smile  ,  bottom  lip  jutting  out  slightly  ,  which  causes  chin  to  dimple  .  and  he  lets  out  a  small  laugh  before  he  bends  down  and  opens  a  cabinet  beneath  the  tv  ,  rummaging  through  for  a  moment  before  back  straightens  once  more  .     ‘   what  about  carrie  ?  it’s  about  this  high  school  chick  that  goes  totally  pyscho  !   ’     he  glances  back  over  his  shoulder  ,  a  devious  smirk  spreading  across  his  lips  .     ‘   now  that  i  think  about  it  ,  she  kinda  reminds  me  of  you  .   ’     was  he  flirting  ?  most  definitely  .

"totally psycho?” she can be deadpan when she wants to. “damn, you really know how to make a girl feel special.” she’s not actually offended --everyone on this block would know if tatum really was upset. “sure, put it on. feminism and all that.” besides, it’ll be refreshing to see a movie where the killer isn’t some gross, sweaty boy with mommy issues. she almost says as much, but doesn’t want to actually hurt stu’s feelings.

she tucks her feet underneath her on the couch to keep them warm, finding herself genuinely excited even if this doesn’t turn into the sloppy makeout session they’re pretty obviously both expecting.

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saetomi‌:

“  i…  i  am  enjoying  this  in  my  own  way,  alright?  ”  it’s  rather  typical  for  her,  showing  up  at  a  party  only  to  find  herself  a  corner  and  get  out  a  textbook  and  her  notes.  she  can’t  possibly  waste  any  time,  but  even  satomi  can  see  that  it’s  rather  pathetic,  exactly  why  she’d  thought  she  had  chosen  a  place  where  she  wouldn’t  be  found.  “  i  only  showed  up  as  i  thought  staying  home  wasn’t  the  brightest  choice,  considering  my  parents  are  away  -  i’m  not  going  to  let  the…  unfortunate  circumstances  impact  my  results.  ”  /  @sequelcut​  liked  for  a  starter.

“alright, alright. i hear you, girl,” but tatum’s not giving up that easily. she’d be a poor hostess if she’d let her guests waste away looking sad over a textbook. even satomi, who she isn’t particularly familiar with. she sits herself down next to the other girl, which isn’t easy in the small hiding place she’s found for herself. “but in the interest of me being a good host, i can’t just leave you alone. so,” and her smile is genuine; tatum likes people, even people she doesn’t know that well, and she’s almost always lonely at parties, more so when she’s a little bit drunk, even more so when sidney can’t come. “what are we studying?”

[saetomimoved-deactivated2020070]

then,  slowly,  satomi  toppled  forward.  with  a  thud,  she  slumped  atop  yuka  nakagawa’s  crumpled  -  up  corpse.  and  then  she  was  still,  with  not  even  a  twitch.  /  highly  selective  and  private  au  based  satomi  noda  of  battle  royale.  features  a  fandomless  timeline,  a  canon  divergent  timeline,  and  various  fandom  -  based  verses.  written  by  grace.  established  august  2019.

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shiningbled‌:

ᴀ  ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ  ᴇʏᴇʙʀᴏᴡ  ʀᴀɪꜱᴇꜱ,  dan  normally  kept  his  own  childhood  issues  under  lock  and  key,    especially      when  it  came  to  strangers  at  the  bar,  but  with  the  hum  of  a  buzz  growing  with  every  drink,  and  the  subtle  twinge  he  felt  off  of  her,  dan  found  himself  saying,     ❛  alright,   ❜    but  he  wasn’t  about  to  spill  his  whole  life  story  in  a  single  breath.  when  he  does  speak,  there  is  almost  a  layer  of  humor,  a      barrier     ❛   when  i  was  five  my  dad  tired  to  kill  me  and  my  mom  with  a  wooden  roque  mallet.   ❜   once  the  words  were  out,  he      did     laugh,  a  soft  sound  of  disbelief. 

tatum does end up laughing at that, and maybe it’s entirely inappropriate, but that was almost humor in his voice, as if he realized how ridiculous his trauma was. not that she’s judging or anything. not everything has to be a perfectly written and crafted movie-level of cinematic horror. sometimes stupid murderous parents are just. well. stupid murderous parents.

“what the fuck is a roque mallet?” she asks, half-laughing, and takes another drink. “like, croquet?”

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bloodykneestm‌:

“i just thought you deserved to know,” he says, his tone a little defensive. he doesn’t like the implication that he can’t be nice if he wants to. he likes to think of himself as a pretty nice guy, even if he does do some pretty questionable stuff for chandler. it bothers him to see the other so skeptical of him, it just validates his anxiety that everyone secretly thinks he’s just a worthless jock. he takes a sip of his beer. “i know how it feels, okay? i don’t want you to find out on your own and get really hurt, you know?” he tells her, a smile spreading across his face. “i could help you get back at him.”

he knows how it feels. go fucking figure. “well...thanks,” tatum says, and feels a little awkward since she’d basically just accused him of being as terrible as the people he hangs out with. she shifts, trying to turn the awkward feeling into motion, bleed it out. but she doesn’t apologize, can’t form the words for it. “you want to help  me get back at him? i was just thinking of publicly breaking up with him for a few weeks, make him spend a lot of money trying to win me back. but,” she props her chin on her fist, blinks her bright eyes up at duke. “i’m definitely listening.”

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knifewields‌

oh  ,  this  was  so  a  date  .  how  could  it  not  be  ?  it  was  like  the  stars  aligned  for  this  to  happen  ,  some  romeo  and  juliet  type  shit  in  order  to  place  tatum  riley  in  his  house  on  a  friday  night  .  would  casey  be  pissed  ?  probably  .  but  it  was  her  fault  for  bailing  on  him  for  the  second  weekend  in  a  row  .  he  leans  back  over  the  arm  rest  of  the  couch  ,  peering  into  the  kitchen  in  hopes  of  getting  a  glimpse  of  .  but  he  shrugs  lazily  as  he  settles  back  down  ,  pushing  himself  up  and  walking  over  to  the  tv  to  look  at  the  movies  stacked  on  the  vcr  .     ‘   what  are  you  in  the  mood  for  ?   ’     he  calls  back  ,  indifferent  to  what  they  choose  because  he’s  hoping  that  the  movie  won’t  really  matter  by  the  time  the  credits  roll  —  all  innuendo’s  implied  .     ‘   look  ,  whatever  you  want  to  watch  ,  i  got  you  covered  .  do  you  like  comedy  ?  horror  ?  or  is  tom  cruise  the  only  choice  i’m  gonna  be  having  tonight  ?   ’

aww, he’s making an effort. that cements her certainty that stu’s interested. tatum’s tempted to suggest pretty woman or clueless, just to see if he’ll sit through a ‘girl movie’, but she decides to be nice. “no, i’ll spare you. how about jurassic park?” she walks back with the popcorn (extra salt, just how she likes it), settles herself on the armrest, legs crossed. “i don’t mind being scared. unless you have a problem with it?” her voice raises in a teasing question. she’d liked jaws when randy made them watch it, and this is pretty much the same thing, right? besides, tatum's great at acting scared and in need of comfort (if necessary).

[ughitsthem-deactivated20241001]

          ʙᴏɴᴊᴏᴜʀ    ʏ'ᴀʟʟ    ᴡᴇ    ᴀʀᴇ    ʜᴇʀᴇ    ᴛᴏ    ʀᴜɪɴ    ᴜʀ    ᴅᴀʏ   

[rihannamaterial]

rose mcgowan

♡

[beautybombaes-deactivated202008]

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she shakes her head, determined. incensed. “no. you can’t blame yourself for what trauma’s taken from you.” she’d know, wouldn’t she? sometimes she still sees that mask in her nightmares, and her shoulder’s never felt quite right since the knife went through muscle and scraped bone. still, it was better than becoming another statistic on ghostface’s body count. “i –uh, learned that the hard way.”

❛  ᴍʏ  ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ'ꜱ  ᴏɴʟʏ  ᴀ  ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ  ᴘᴀʀᴛ ❜   dan  mutters,  passing  off  the  heavy,  smothering  emotions.  he’d  slowly  began  to  feel  in  such  a  when  since  the  Overlook.  years  passing,  ghosts  appearing,  death  surrounding;  part  of  him  turned  to  ash  along  with  the  dreaded  hotel,  it  just  took  him  years  to  fully realize;  he  was  still  piecing  himself  back  together.   ━━━━     it’s  a  single  strike  of   pain  he  can’t  find  the  origin  of.   blue  hues  lifted  with  a  curious  gleam  reflecting  back,  his  face  an  ashen  color.  his  voice  is  thick  when  he  speaks  again,  ❛  we  all  have  our  own  forms  of  trauma,  don’t  we… ❜ 

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“guess so.” she could walk away now if she wants, just a stranger at the bar, but she’s not going to. tatum doesn’t want to go back to an empty apartment (her roommate’s out tonight, partying. she used to be a partier, once.) only to study until she falls asleep, papers spread out around her. she orders another drink without looking away. “you tell me yours and i’ll tell you mine?”

[ofmorte-a]

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tatum’s pretty sure she’s in the wrong room. she came here for a self-defense class, but this looks more interesting anyway. and hey, everyone in the room is pretty hot, as promised. “sounds good to me.” she ties her hair up, takes her sweater off. “i’m tatum.” (and hotter than molly ringwald, but she supposes she should appreciate the comparison.) “you been teaching this for a while?”

                    “   ‘   TATUM   ,   ’   huh   ?      that’s   a   cute   name   .   ”   dark   eyes   are   slow   and   deliberate   as   they   sweep   over   the   girl’s   frame   ,   lingering   just   a   second   long   enough   to   be   considered   lecherous   .   “   don’t   worry   .   i’m   not   a   lez   ;   just   friendly   —   and   i   think   you’ve   got   what   it   takes   .   ”   lips   curl   into   a   sly   grin   as   she   extends   her   hand   in   greeting   ,   though   the   way   she   holds   the   other’s   gaze   makes   it   seem   anything   but   formal   .   “   i’m   montana   .   aerobics   is   ,   like   ,   my   one   true   passion   .   i’ve   been   teaching   this   class   every   summer   for   the   last   few   years   .   it   sucks   that   you   wandered   in   when   you   did   .   i   can’t   let   you   join   halfway   through   ,   but   consider   this   your   application   .   ”

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a little smile at the compliment, which grows just a bit wider at the obvious attention to her figure. “thanks. i’m, ah, friendly too, so we should get along fine.” she accepts the handshake, lingering for a bit longer than usual while she meets montana’s eyes. tatum doesn’t flutter her eyelashes, because she’s not desperate, but the urge is definitely there. “my application? sure,” an easy, winning smile. “you want to meet me after class ends and we can discuss this over coffee? i’d hate to distract you from anything important.” was that smooth? it sounded smooth in her head.

[bloodykneestm]

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legs crossed primly, she’s lost sidney in the crowds. but this looks like an interesting distraction, so tatum tilts her head to show she’s interested, but not too interested. “hot stuff? what is this, middle school?” she takes a sip from her own cup, mouth turning down at the taste. honestly, this is what happens when casey buys drinks. “do i know you?” is she genuinely asking? is she being coy? who knows.

“it’s cute how clever you think you are.” he smiles, but his tone is bitter and it’s clear he isn’t amused. he knows she knows who he is, they’ve had at least a class a semester together since middle school, but he understands the urge to try and cut him down, he’d have the same impulse if he were her; not that that makes it any less annoying to deal with. “look – i just thought i should give you a head’s up that stu’s cheating on you again. i saw him and margo murphy hooking up in the parking lot during sixth period on tuesday.”

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oh, she hears the bitterness. tatum riley is a lot of things, most of them ending with -bitch, but she’s not oblivious. neither is she willing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her scowl, so she smiles as if she’s just been paid a compliment, yes, i know i’m cute, thanks.

but a flash of hurt passes over her face at the news about her boyfriend. it’s a genuine emotion, which makes it ugly and raw, and makes tatum quick to suppress it: people like this, people who go to these kinds of parties, don’t deal in genuine anything. she chews on her lip, wonders if she should make a scene the next time she sees stu or just play the loyal girlfriend who doesn’t notice anything’s wrong (starring tatum riley in her usual role: ‘dumb blonde with the big tits’). “thanks for the tip,” she says, a shade more sullen than usual. “do i owe you a favor or something now?” or is this you trying to be nice?

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“the meanest thing i’ve ever done?” she repeats contemplatively. takes another sip, as elegant as possible from a girl sipping on a stolen beer can at eleven pm. “i mean, when i was in first  grade i told sidney that santa wasn’t real. i felt really bad about that. she cried for days. she still gets that same sad look in her pretty eyes sometimes, when i piss her off, and it feels like stepping on a baby bird or something. it’s awful.” is she rambling? she’s probably rambling? she should put a stop to that. “i made out with my boyfriend in front of the girl he dumped for me?” she offers up, like that will end the conversation. “that was pretty bitchy.” but she kind of smirks when she remembers it, too.

@viicariously​ asked: 🍻+ “what’s the meanest thing you’ve done?”    

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i want a purge au

[meurtress]

                           ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴘᴜʟꜱᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴀᴍ?

[melamemea]

drunken confession.

your muse is drinking with mine and has been given the chance to question my muse anything they want to know. some may be triggering, others won’t. send me a 🍻+ the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer.

“ what’s holding you back in life ?”

“ is everything alright? ”

“ when did you choose to give up ?”

“ what’s the kinkiest thing you have ever done ?”

“ how many have you slept with ?”

“ what’s your biggest secret ?”

“ do you believe in love ?”

“ what’s the meanest thing you have done ?”

“ what scares you more than anything ?”

“ have you ever considered running away ?”

“ do you love me ?”

“ what’s your dirtiest fantasy ?”

“ who hurt you ?”

“ what made you this way ?”

“ is there anyone special in your life ?”

“ why are you always smiling ?”

“ what lie have you told that hurt someone ?”

“ if you could do anything in world, what would it be ?”

“ who are you, really ?”

“ is there anything you regret ?”

“ what’s your biggest regret ?”

“ tell me about your first kiss ?”

“ what is your deepest, darkest fear ?”

“ is there anyone you regret kissing ?”

“ have you ever cheated, or been cheated on ?”

“ what is the most embarrassing thing in your room ?”

“ who have you loved, but they didn’t love you back ?”

“ is there something you have never told anyone ?”

“ when was the last time you cried ?”

“ how come you keep running away ?”

“ have you ever made someone cry ?”

“ if anything, what makes you hate a person ?”

“ what takes for you to fall in love, trust someone ?”

“ do you believe in true love ?”

“ what have you done that people would judge you most for doing ?”

“ do you regret letting me close ?”

“ is there someone you have a crush on ?”

“ what is the strangest place you have ever had sex ?”

“ tell me your most awkward date story ?”

“ do you ever get scared ?”

“ what do you really think of life ?”

add your own for further development.