#joan cunningham

[toxicanonymity]

Who's that calling you under the dinner table?

warning: this was just gonna be one meme because that line of Joan's sends me every time. but i couldn't resist queuing up some microfic text screens. some are hot, some are not. some are silly, some are plot. they're not all the same corey (half-assing some degree of color code). buckle up 😅

[ffinalgiirl]

“My son, this town turned against him after the accident with Jeremy Allen. They would've felt for him, they would've helped him heal, but because your boogeyman disappeared they needed a new one” Joan's bunny slam - Halloween Ends extended scene

[peachsequence]

It’s time for more random Corey Cunningham headcanons because I can’t stop thinking about him. This is mostly about young Corey and involves his mom, so fair warning this deals with child abuse.

Before Jeremy Allen, Corey still loved his mom. It was a conflicted love, tainted by resentment from all her anger and possessiveness and abuse. Yet, he couldn’t shake the good memories he had of her, from when he was young and naive.

He wasn’t allowed to do the stuff most kids did. Never any sleepovers. Never got to hang out at friends’ houses. 

A few times he’d been invited to birthday parties. His mom always found a way to be insulted by the other parents, sowing hostility that would fester for weeks as she ranted on and on about how rude and awful everyone was. 

Kids tried to be friends with him, but there were only so many times he told them he couldn’t hang out after school that they got bored of trying.

Corey became a very lonely young kid and the only person that was allowed to fill that void was his own mother. For a while, he clung to her, the way many young children do.

As he got older, it stopped working. He saw how other kids formed close-knit friendships and pieced together that it was her fault he never got to be a part of it.

When he was a teen, he hid things from her. He’d lie about going to the library when he was actually hanging out with friends. Sometimes he even dared to go on dates, despite the dread it gave him when he worried she’d find out.

Despite having good grades and teachers complimenting his hard work, his mom always found little things to be suspicious about. She’d accuse him of drinking or doing drugs or sneaking out at night.

Yet, if anyone ever mentioned Corey to her, she’d rave about what a good sensitive young man he was.

Her mood swings gave him whiplash and he was never sure if she was about to hit him or kiss him. He preferred the first option, because at least it meant she’d run off to stew in her anger and leave him alone.  

Try as hard as she might, she never did foster the dependency from him that she wanted. Instead, resentment festered in the back of his mind. He never acted on it, but it was there, and every time she snapped at him, it grew.

[riottrabbit]

“With Wally out of the picture, Corey became Joan’s sole obsession, and obsess she did. Joan rarely let Corey out of her sight. She strictly forbade him from participating in any after-school activities and sports were entirely out of the question. Corey went to school, he came home, and that was his life. When Joan worried school was becoming too intrusive in their relationship, she would lie and tell Corey he had an illness and demand he stay home so she could care for him. Sometimes Joan even tampered with the thermometer to read hotter than his actual temperature to further convince Corey that she was right

“But, Momma, I feel fine,” he’d plead, desperate to get out of the house.

“Listen to your mother. She is the only one who will take care of you. The *only* one. You are a sick boy, a very sick boy, and you will stay home with your mother.”

At home, Joan had complete control. That’s where she thrived. She dressed Corey every morning until he turned thirteen, and he had little say in the matter. Even when he turned thirteen, he had to beg his Momma to let him pick out his clothes.

Joan fed Corey each night at six sharp. Always a dinner served with milk. Then she tucked Corey into bed at 8:30 pm on the dot, never a minute later.”

Halloween Ends: The Official Novelization. Chapter 3: Corey Cunningham.