#finalcuts

[ravenfanged]

@finalcuts​ from here!

     “ Pretty sure I already got the first bite, ” he teases, giving the other a once over. When he doesn’t rise as quickly as Damon would like, there’s a well-placed kick to his ribs, a hissed taunt of ‘ get up ’, before he’s hauling him up. Even if he’d wanted to keep him quiet, make sure he didn’t scream, he can’t -- that vervain watch he’s wearing makes sure of that.

     Besides, after all the screaming they’d done in Augustine?

     There’s a flash of Damon’s fangs, one hand keeping the other in place. His grin widens as he looks up at his partner, the other hand moving to tilt the wannabe doctor’s head to the side, rough and unapologetic. Not quite enough to snap his neck, but just enough to make him wish he had. “ Same time?~ ”

[legacybaitarch]

@finalcuts​:            “ i always get yanked into this shit. ” (from Archie!)

inbox content:            texas! chainsaw! starters!

"yeah, that’s kind of the impression i’m getting,”  why, at the end of the day, is it always a circle of teenagers that have to save the day? then again, one could ask  —  why was it up to a serial killer’s daughter, a today show host, and the unluckiest final girl to stop two murderers? some things stay the same, no matter what coast you’re on.  “kid, maybe you should sit this one out, alright? you’re seventeen  —  you should should be thinking about college and who you’re going to ask to prom.”  she’s such a hypocrite: sam herself never went to her senior prom nor college.

“just tell me one thing first,”  she leans in, voice slightly lowering,  “... did you really get attacked by a fucking bear? i thought your friend with the beanie was joking.”

[legacybaitarch]

@finalcuts:            [ 📞 ] ‘ don’t beat yourself up about it. ’ (from stu!)        

inbox content:            phone call prompts.

“it was pretty fucking bad, stu.”  she shouldn’t be on the road like this. sam took the car looking to clear her head, but her behavior of speeding around corners and talking on the phone is going to clean it right off her fucking neck. if stu could see her, there’s no way he’d approve  —  sam tries to pretend she doesn’t know why he’s so protective over her, but every time they meet eyes, she wonders if he just sees b.illy l.oomis.

one of woodsboro’s friendly citizens doesn’t appreciate the shitty job sam does at using her turn signal; there’s a loud HONK from sam’s end, and though stu can’t see, she’s been flipped off.

“i gotta go, stu  —  but ... can i stop by later? i just ... need to clear my head first.”  she swallows dryly.  “i’ll be alright, though. promise.”

[legacybaitarch]

@finalcuts​ cont      /      “fuck,”  sam mumbles. there is a warm, dripping wetness under her nose; when she goes to wipe it with her sleeve, sam sees that her nose is bleeding. another expletive is huffed under her breath as she sniffles ... stu's not gonna like that either.  “it was nothing  —”  her arm is significantly scraped up from a fall to the ground  —  calling it a fall is generous as fuck. sam was goddamn pushed.  

“y’know, i got a ... warm homecoming. just in case i forgot why the hell i got out of here.”  she forces a bitter laugh. it could be worse; she’s alive, isn’t she? a drunken small town asshole is no g.hostface.  

[fractimilitis]

❛ there may very well be a hot dog vendor in chicago who is a bigfoot. ❜ (from kit!)

@finalcuts

     John noses closer against the other’s arm, grumbling incoherently for a moment. He’s not a morning person at the best of times, but-- “ ’s much as I love having an existential crisis in the middle of the night, it’s-- ” A yawn, and John peeks over the other toward the clock. “ --four a.m. ” He tangles up with him again, head on his shoulder. “ ...’Sides. What makes you think they’d be in Chicago and not, you know, the forest? ”

[legacybaitarch]

@finalcuts​:            “ should i be worried ? ” ( from stu )

inbox content:            scream quotes.

she’s excused herself to lock herself in the bathroom. you can tell a guy lives here alone, but sam doesn’t give a shit about that  —  she’s fumbling through her bag, certain she’s brought her pills. her desperate pawing has probably knocked the goddamn things to the bottom. her head pounds, an increased ringing fills her ears and drowns out the running water from the sink. it’s possible her pill bottle is in plain sight, but her vision is beginning to tunnel, and her temples now pulse harder. 

she doesn’t want to see him  —  not here, not now. sam’s chest tightens just thinking about that knowing smirk and blood stained shirt ... her racing heartbeat replaces the high pitched ring. out of sheer dumb luck or increased desperation, sam finds her pills. the moment they are placed on her tongue, she dips her head to take a long drink from the running faucet. even after they are swallowed, sam allows herself to rest against the sink and let the cool water trickle down her face.

stu’s voice breaks the auditory fog, and sam jolts up  —  hitting her head in the process. she curses under her breath and rubs over her tender temple.  “no. i’m ... i’m okay.”  how long has she left him hanging out there? water drips from her hair and face, but sam dries these damp spots with her sleeve haphazardly before reaching for a hand towel.

“i’ll be out in just a minute, alright?”

[michellewebster]

@finalcuts​ continued            there is something rotten in the state of denmark; in detroit, there was no secrets regarding the crime on the streets. you knew which streets to avoid and what the quickest (and safest) route home was. you carried your pepper spray and clenched your keys in your fist, and that was life. everything in r.iverdale continues to be so ... chipper in the wake of all this madness. pristine houses with white fences greet shelly as she drives by. football games are every friday, pop’s remains open every hour of the day. this is, after all, the town with ‘pep’. pep, and a murder mystery that the sheriff has no handle on.  

“mm.”  shelly hums, before taking a prolonged sip of her milkshake  —  they’re damn good, she can see why this little shop has been a town staple for decades.  “i know i’m late to the game, i probably know less about this case than anyone else in town,”  this is a neighborhood that likes to keep to itself, shelly notices. generations settle, and stay for decades; it’s an enormous point of pride for the oldest families here.

“—  but in a town this “cozy”, there’s no way someone doesn’t know more than they’re letting on. i just can’t believe that. a kid is dead, you’d think that would make everyone want to pull together right?”  for poor jason’s sake.

[applesdrowneda]

🍏        ❝   christ.  and  i  was  being  nice  this  time  you  twerp.   ❞   sometimes  he  forgets  others  lived  in  this  place  before  him,  just  ‘cause  he  is  so  oblivious  to  the  truth.  but  the  fact  of  the  matter  remains,  in  chads  belief,  no  in  this  godforsaken  house  loved  it  as  much  as  he  did.  in  that  sense,  he  always  thinks  of  it  as  his,  ignoring  any  other  implications  otherwise.    &   tate  is  the  last  person  on  this  damn  earth  he  wants  to  be  arguing  with  right  now,  but  shit  happens  to  good  people  clearly. 

he  doesn’t appreciate  the  dig  about  patrick,  even  more  because  tate  is  the  reason  chad  is  stuck  here  in  his  miserable  cycle.  fucking  teenager  with  mommy  issues  to  pluto,  was  what  did  him  in  hes  still  not  over  it.   ❝   didn’t  your  mother  tell  you  if  you  have  nothing  nice  to  say,  don’t  say  anything  at  all  ?   ... oh  wait,  my  bad. she  was  absent  trash,  no  wonder  you  turned  out  like  this.  ❞   chad  shakes  his  head.  ❝  and  my  relationship  or  lack  their  of,  is  none  of  your  concern.   ❞   there  is  a  pause.  ❝   but  if  it  was,  i  might  say  the  ass hole  can  go  chew  glass.    ❞

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