#jed hackett

[queenofbaws]

Still not the lyrics I'm looking for but you should still have fun with these 😁

'And we'd be standing pointing fingers as the insults are hurled

And no one is safe or saved or without sin on this topic

Well some might say that they are, that's why it's gotten so toxic'

It was hard to say which one of them looked worse - a feat in and of itself, considering Chris was greasy with blood and sweat and pond scum, the veins still standing out in his temples like fat, wriggling night crawlers. He glanced up from the would-be huddle long before his brothers did, his eyes still flickering with shine from certain angles, and though Jed could've been wrong (wasn't, but could've been) he swore he saw something like blame beneath the flash.

"I didn't have any choice," Travis was saying - mumbling, more like - the refrain to a conversation he'd come in late on, "they were bit, they were running, I had to...I mean, I had to..."

"Aw c'mon, man, ain't that big of a deal," Bobby said, his voice made pitchy with a toddler's impatience as he prodded at the hikers' bodies with his boot, "puttin' 'em down now's prolly nicer than lettin' Chris do it, after all, so..."

It seemed to flip a switch; "None of this would've happened if you hadn't set that fucking fire," Travis spat, whirling first on Bobby, then on Chris, leaving one startled and the other bristling, "none of this would've happened if you'd been watching your fucking kids!"

"None of this would've happened," Jed cut in, watching with no small amount of satisfaction when Bobby and Travis both turned to him as though they'd been slapped, "if any of you three were worth a good goddamn."

[hyperfigations]

I think I kin when Jed Hackett says "Ah... Fuck this" at the end of Chapter 2

[lastlane]

My favorite canon relationship in The Quarry is Ma and Pa Hackett. His wife died and he lost all his marbles and direction. Just said fuck everything.

[queenofbaws]

Like Wringing Blood From a Stone an Until Dawn/The Quarry crossover by TheIcyQueen

Hanging the shirt, she gave it one more go. “We're goin' stir-crazy, ask me. We’re all just a little bit stir-crazy. Once that mangy sonuvagun’s dead and buried and we ain’t gotta worry ourselves over moons, or silver, or, hell, which chains hold tightest, we oughta take us a vacation! Somewhere peaceful, how’s that sound? Somewhere…pretty! Scenic! And chilly. Ooh, cold as a well-digger’s ass. See how quick everyone is to bitch at each other with their teeth chatterin’ outta their skulls.” Then, inspiration striking, she scoffed. “Say, Jack’s always goin’ on about that mountain up north, let’s head there, maybe, take up snow-shoein’!” But Jed didn’t budge. He just kept looking up at that web, kept pulling his mouth tighter and tighter until he looked like some kind of angry trout wearing chinos and a stained undershirt. In his silence, her ears rang. Loud. Constance jammed the hanger down with altogether more force than she’d intended. The resulting BANG! sent the spider scurrying into the rafters, its shadow crossing over hers just long enough to give her an extra set of arms to throw.

Chapter 32 now on AO3

[queenofbaws]

Like Wringing Blood From a Stone an Until Dawn/The Quarry fic by TheIcyQueen

Constance didn’t deign to squeeze herself into the study but instead poked her head in, surveying the scene they’d laid out before her. “How many full-grown men does it take to put up one measly goddamn strip of wallpaper?” she asked, curling her lip at the sight. Before anyone else could get a word out, Jack pointed to each of them in turn, moving his mouth like he was talking it over with himself. “About four, by the looks of it. You got any other riddles that need solving, or can we get back to it, you think?” “Oh, shut the hell up, you smartass.” Her eyes caught on the mark running across the wall, and, same as Jed’s had, narrowed to slits like it’d help her make sense of what she was seeing. “Hell’s that? Wasn’t that big before. Don’t you go tellin’ me it was, either, I know it wasn’t.” “Mold,” him and Bobby said, nearly as one. “It’s not mold,” Travis mumbled. Out of sight as he was, one could’ve almost been tricked into thinking it was an echo. The house was big enough, after all. Stood to reason it’d take that long for the sound to bounce back to them.

Chapter 22 now on AO3