#stabscream

[w1shwillows]

@stabscream    :    ❝      okay,  right  off  the  bat,  way  too  strong.      ❞ 

       nikki  looks  up  at  his  words  from  where  she’s  sitting ;  on  the  floor  with  her  laptop  balanced  on  her  bare  thighs  with  a  small  fan  right  in  front  of  her.  the  summer  heat  has  seeped  into  every  crevice  of  this  jammed  apartment:  the  dark  brown  leather  couch,  the  wooden  side  table  and  nikki  thinks  she  could  even  hear  the  small  tv  whirring  from  the  relentless  heat.  even  now,  when  the  sun  has  long  set,  she  was  still  seeking  any  kind  of  relief  from  this  swelter. 

       her  mouth  is  still  hanging  open  from  reading  to  rome,  eyebrows  knit  together  at  his  comment.  she  has  not  even  made  it  past  the  introduction  of  her  short  story  (an  introspection  of  the  events,  to  put  it  mildly,  that  have  occurred  a  year  ago)  and  he  shoots  her  right  down.  so  direct  &  rude;  something  she  usually  cherishes,  something  she  is  and  has  been  herself  countless  of  times  before. 

       ❝ what  do  you  mean? ❞  nikki  feels  slight  irritation  creeping  up  on  her.  ❝ what  exactly  is  too  strong  about  that? ❞

[greendevilartwork]

Stab! 😱 #scarymovie #ghostface #horrormovies #stab #stabscream #wescraven #talenthouseartist #horror_sketches #artcreeps #brutsubmission #greendevil #thegreendevil https://www.instagram.com/greendevilartwork/p/CYppk25Mj6d/?utm_medium=tumblr

[bittyboom]

starscream achieves his lifelong dream of becoming a knife

[bittyboom]

Waht if the “Starscream becomes a knife AU” got actual thought and effort put into it? I wonder what he’d actually look like since he probs wouldn’t have wings

…Oh I actually like this

I couldn’t decide if he wouldn’t just stay a dumb little knife or if he could be a sword too

Also I accidentally thought of an entire backstory for him overnight

[genrebuff]

sweat draped over porcelain skin, a moment of weakness curdled into frenzy. kirby knew tonight would be a bad idea ─ 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙻 𝙰𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙴. not the mind in front of her though, an adventurous game of beer pong turning sour by its fourth minute. it'd cause any freshman in college to act out, desperate to be known for anything but their past, to only be known for exactly that. . . with a slighter edge to it, painted red on canvas with a hunting knife that's left a visible scar both physically & mentally. BUT THIS WAS NEVER KIRBY REED ACTING OUT. heaving over a concrete path, desperate for a clause of consistent air coming into her lungs, *known for anything but her past. as soon as she had heard, ( " 𝗄𝗂𝗋𝖻𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽. ᴀs ɪɴ, ‘ᴡᴏᴏᴅsʙᴏʀᴏ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀs ᴏ𝚏 ²⁰¹¹’ кιявч яεεd? " ) she knew it was only going to take a mere few seconds to be bent over a railing, ℭᴸᴵᴺᴳᴵᴺᴳ onto herself in shakes & bends. the stares she can take, the whispering too, but to be called out right in front of everyone? that immediate loss of control? it's that same excruciating pain of having a 𝖇ᴸ𝚊𝔇ₑ cut you right through.

𝕾he hadn't realised she was doing it. apologising over and over again. once the air had welcomed itself into petite frame, kirby snapped right out of it, brown eyes that had turned 𝚐rey returning to their rightful hue. felines peer up, ebony wispies fluttering as they do, and the light hits them directly at its opus to reveal a tear or two. hardly a glare, void of tension, instead laced with a 🇷​🇪​🇲​🇳​🇦​🇳​🇹​ of gratitude. she shakes her arms free, letting out a high-pitched sigh to pierce the awkwardness she can't help but feel, a brow perking up once she figures out what to say. ❛❛ wasn't it your go? ── for beer pong? ❜❜ a lip twitches into a slight smirk, a free palm running through her long bob. she's been meaning to cut it, return to her rightful ᴘɪxɪᴇ - cut roots, but it only makes it sting more. [ ꜀ₕₐᵣₗᵢₑ ₗᵢₖₑ𑀘 ₘᵧ ₕₐᵢᵣ ₗᵢₖₑ ₜₕₐₜ ... ] muted berries now ditch the smirk, lending a friendly smile before straightening her posture & roping all confidence back in ─ no matter how fake it may be. ❛❛ you didn't have to come out and check on me. ( 🇦​ 𝚜light 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁 of ℌer pearls ) i could've done without an audience ── that was fuckin' embarrassing. ❜❜

@stabscream, ⦂ DON'T APOLOGISE, WE'RE ALL BARELY HOLDING IT TOGETHER.

[joyousdefunct]

@stabscream / cont.

maren does a twirl.

the shirt’s too big, it’s faded. there’s a … stain, something … near donatello’s bandana. but those are some of the reasons why she picked it out of his dresser in the first place. the interesting stuff was always hidden at the bottom.

“do you puke on everyone’s clothes or just mine?”

she lifts the collar and sniffs: sunscreen, detergent, cedar. in that order. smells lived in. loved. but since he’s already accused her:

“actually, i can smell your pits from here. are you wearing deodorant?”

[oncelovd]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒. in the moment it takes so much effort for her to silence the whispers wanting to fan themselves against her ear, echo inside her mind in a tone that does not belong to her. the temperature always drops when she's in the presence of a spirit, when they decide to use her to say something unspoken in life. the repression of it felt like being drawn to the bottom of the ocean by weights, the fatigue that overtakes her & the physical withdraw is almost not worth trying to keep is pushed down. ( ever since she was girl it felt like this yet before the trials & horror of adulthood riley had been able to handle it better. perhaps it was the rose tinted glasses, the playful mind, of a child that made her 'friends' easier to digest. ) riley often hated what she was, what she had seen. would it have been easier to be normal, would she had been happier ? instead she was tempermental, grouchy, not the friendliest person alone. there was a reason she was alone.

︳ ︵ ⟡ 〔 @stabscream said, " it's feminine intuition. " 〕

fingers draw cigarette out of its pack as the other hand lights it, a long draw taken as she holds in the smoke for a few seconds. it's huffed out of her chest, eyebrows furrowing with the other beside her continues to talk directly into her ear. throbbing in her forehead makes hand lift, cigarette between fingers, to rub at temples. quickly, patience wearing thin, a groan arises in her throat. head turns, unruly hair following, as lips part to speak: ❛ it's not fuckin' 'feminine intuition' , do ya understand that ?! ❜ it comes out aggressive. brown eyes focus on him, dark circles more notable under city lamp. ❛ i'm-a medium, i hear god damn dead people. yeah ? ❜ a huff as she places cigarette back between lips, ❛ now, could-ya stop stop yappin' in-my fuckin' ear for five seconds ? ❜

[freakarus]

slide

  nightclub \ bar action based starters 　　send ‘slide’ for my muse to slide into the seat next to your muse.

the bar is filled with the noise of other patrons. an amalgamation of conversations merging into an overall hum && an occasional yell. the music && bustle at the pool table, it all fills the room loud enough that the swinging open of the front door is barely heard every few minutes.

over all the noise, however, eddie still somehow makes his arrival known.

with an exaggerated && loud scrape of the stool against the wooden floor, eddie slides into the spot next to the other like he was invited. two fingers wave at the bartender, an innocent smile flashed toward rome, " hey, uh, i'll have two -- " a third finger is held up, " three of what he's having. " he's gotta catch up, right??

" and he's paying. " there it is, the innocence turning into more of an insufferable grin. hey, eddie will pay him back ... probably. his hand drops, landing on the others back with a pat, " you're so kind. "