#phyl carlson

[aclockworkcolei]

In case nobody in the fandom has ever made these

[ghostsleepyz]

Goofy ah Black Christmas Headcanons again because I have a lot of thoughts and ponders in my thick noggin

Be so fr, Barb and Billy are not the only chaotic ones in that house. I think the other sorority girls have their chaotic attributes as well.

Jess hates spiders, hates them. If there is a spider in her room she will leave the house. However, despite her hatred of spiders, she also believes that they shouldn’t be killed (“I don’t want to hurt you, but get the fuck away from me” type deal). Unless they’re actively crawling on her, then it’s completely involuntary on her end.

Barb claims to fear nothing, this is a complete and total lie. She is deathly afraid of puppets (specifically ventriloquist dummies and marionettes) and clowns. She is also not very fond of the dark.

Barb has been to the ER numerous times (not because of anything like serious she’s just super reckless, if she’s dared to do something she’ll do it).

Jess beats Billy over the head with a broom to kick him out of the house.

Phyl and Barb are the type of friends who cannot be in the same class together because they will try and make each other laugh when they aren’t supposed to.

Billy would be genuinely unbearable with today’s brainrot phrases.

Clare’s favorite artist is Frida Kahlo.

Billy scoots his butt on the floor like a dog. Idk I just feel like I need to throw in an attic man headcanon every now and then.

Chris is the only man on that campus who deserves rights.

Phyl has the worst immune system. When it’s flu season it’s not a matter of ‘if’ it’s a matter of ‘when’ she will get sick.

Jess is a vegetarian (idk it just makes sense to me)

// slight nsfw - Barb collects vintage erotica (or at the very least she indulges in erotica, I mean she’s clearly comfortable enough to read it in front of her housemate’s father)

Peter should kill himself

[angelcake-222]

me scrolling through the black christmas tag for jess, barb, phyl, and clare content but it's all billy thirst posts

[nickibranded]

i'm tired of only seeing billy content under the black christmas tag so i gotta know

who is your favorite black christmas girl?

jess

barb

phyl

clare

Voting ended onMay 19, 2025

[canadianhottmess]

They have explored eachothers bodies.

[helicopterrrfunny]

They do say drunk words are sober thoughts..

[simp-for-cenobites]

Bi Christmas 1974

[lookwhatbeewrote]

Billy Lenz Misc. Headcanons

He always runs hot but at the first sign of a cold wind he’ll shudder dramatically and grumble to himself. He seems to be warmest at night in the spider’s nest of a den he’s created for himself in the attic. He sleeps on a pile of old moth-eaten coats, patchwork quilts that smell musty from years of storage, and knitted sweaters that have awaited repair for a decade or so. He tosses and turns, fussing and fretting in his sleep. His cheeks are flushed. He pulls at the neck of his sweater and dreams noisily.

Billy likes to watch different girls for different reasons. He likes the way they all look when they think no-one else is looking. Clare has a soft looseness to her willowy body even when she’s working on banal tasks around the house. Barb is tight in the way she moves, a bow pulled tight, aching for the release. Jess furrows her brow just so, always full of some serious feeling. Phyl fixes her glasses more often than she needs to, pushing them up at the bridge of her nose crinkling her face each time. Watching them makes him excited. He likes to imagine himself talking to each of them in turn, being there in those quiet moments of solitude with them. Just him and the girls. He yearns after their obliviousness and salivates from his hideaway. He steals these moments from them and hold them in his clammy fists. They’re all his now.

He hates the smell and the taste of cigarettes. He often hides Barb’s packs or, if he’s feeling like a nuisance, he will take the pack in the night and carefully rip each of the remaining cigarettes in half, tittering and gurgling as he places them back by her bed. The acrid smell of cigarette smoke reminds him of his grandmother. The old woman had a ring of smoke around her wiry grey hair all the time, her clawed, ruby-tipped hands clutching cigarettes until they burned all the way down and no sooner had they reached the spongy filter, the crone would light another. The scent of it on the girls’ clothes upsets him. 

He often gets headaches from dehydration, lack of sleep and his own confusion. It makes him irritable, which worsens the headaches. Sometimes he sleeps for days to avoid facing the sharp throb behind his eyes.

Billy doesn’t have a particular favourite among the girls at 6 Belmont Street. He has obsessions, switching from one to the other to the next and onwards for no reason at all. Something about one might catch him off guard and intrigue him and he finds himself salivating above her every night, his previous fixation forgotten and left to sleep peacefully without the feeling of eyes watching her in the gloom.