#bev march

[jasontoddsreanimatedcorpse]

"Treehouse" - written by M. Hanlon -  is, in its essence, a song about growing up. It is also about missing when you and your friends all lived near each other and saw each other everyday, and learning to reach out to them.

This is the demo version of the second track of a shark puppy album I am working on.

Lyrics below cut

I hate how early Dawn breaks in the summer 'Cause when I stay up too late It's just another reminder I'm not young anymore Not like we used to be And I can't just go hide away In our house in the trees If I called you tonight Would you pick up the phone? Or are you going to sleep early Leaving me all alone? 'Cause we're not young anymore Not like we used to be And I can't just go hide away In our house in the trees 'Cause when We were young We held each other Ankles on ankles on hands on shins Blankets on hard wood on other things Messed up but in all our friendly skins Oh, it was so easy Can you drive out and meet me At that old diner? We'll all squeeze into one booth Like when we were younger And listen to cassette tapes That my old stereo bleeds And climb up and go hide away In our house in the trees 'Cause when We were young We held each other Ankles on ankles on hands on shins Blankets on hard wood on other things Messed up but in all our friendly skins Oh, it was so easy

[unfortunate-stranger-losers]

Triple the Losers AU - Beverly Elfrida “Bev” Marsh (Book!Bev)

Age: Eleven, the youngest of the Marsh girls (technically the half-sister of Karrie and Brooke; however, as they were raised together, this matters little to them)

Interest(s): Fashion Design

Traits: Fierce, Persistent, Manipulative 

Orientation: Lesbian

Fear: Blood, symbolizing her terror of what maturity would mean for her 

“This is something more than some diddlyshit kid’s game like tag or guns or hide-and-go-seek, and you know it, Bill. We’re supposed to do this. That’s part of it. And you’re not going to cut me out just because I’m a girl. Do you understand? You better, or I’m leaving right now. And if I go, I’m gone. For good.”

[braindad]

Stephen king be like: [makes a gay coded character makes a gay coded character] [makes a gay coded character] [makes a gay coded character makes a g]

And then hes like:[kills a gay coded character][kills a gay coded character][kills a gay coded character][kills a gay coded character][kills a gay co]

[bowersgangobsessed]

Rotten Flesh and Healed Skin: Finale

Zombie!Patrick Hockstetter x Witch!Reader

Fluff!

I gasp, my hands falling from Patrick’s face. He looks at me concerned.

“Are you okay?”

I shake my head, my body trembling.

“You... Hurt a lot of people. You killed your baby brother! What’s wrong with you?”

He folds his hands in his lap, tears slipping from his eyes.

“This is why I didn’t want you to know! I just wanted to leave all that behind!”

I look at him, his hands tear at his hair, his face anguished.

“I didn’t want you to know! I wanted to start a new life with my goddess!”

I grab his hands, trying to calm him down.

“Hey! Listen to me!”

He stops screaming, tears still drip from his eyes as he stares at me.

“You fucked up a lot.”

He looks down, tears streaming again.

“But that’s okay. Everyone fucks up. I know you’ve changed.”

He looks up at me again, sniffling. I cup his face, my thumbs wiping away his tears.

“It’s going to be okay. We can start a new life. Everything will be better. You have a second chance now.”

He cocks his head.

“We?”

I smile at him.

“Of course. You didn’t think I was gonna let you go, did you?”

He smiles, chuckling softly.

“No.”

I cup his cheek, pressing my lips to his softly. He returns the gesture, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck, pulling me closer. He pulls away, resting his forehead against mine.

“I love you.”

I smile, intwining my fingers with his.

“I love you too, my little zombie.”

[unfortunate-stranger-losers]

Triple the Losers AU - Brooke Emily Marsh (Miniseries!Bev)

Age: Twelve, the middle child of the Marsh girls; the biological sister of Karrie and the half-sister of Bev

Interest(s): Painting 

Traits: Sensitive, Sweet, Naïve 

Orientation: Demi

Fear: Blood, representing her fears of what’s happening to her sisters and the pain she experiences from her abusive father 

“They don't see what we see.”