MURDER ZOMBIE.

starter call motherfuckers.

i do (safe and guided) knife fighting and someone called me jason yesterday because i was being more aggressive than usual and asked if i was trying to murder kids at crystal lake and i laughed so hard i lost the fight

him and his love of bread

do you ever think about how great jason voorhees is? because i do. i think about it a lot. 

like this for a lyric-inspired starter!

update: my brothers were in town so i didn't get much writing done here, but i'm back! & i'm ready to fuck shit up. hella ye boiii.

      And the feeling was mutual, if not to a ( Slightly ) lesser degree. The resentment was there. CLEARLY it was there, knowing that something was OFF about this man—this being in front of devil shaded eyes. Something too familiar and yet not, the feeling of superiority over the ‘ normal ’ human, a hint of something so terribly WRONG it should not have been a part of the world to begin with.

       ( An underlined desire to stab the kitchen knife into the mans throat, watching the blade slowly sink from POINT to hilt as ungodly red flowed over his own fingers, sticky and yet so refreshing ).

       He resolved to simply starting to circle the man much like how a VULTURE would circle an animal for days ( Before the animal at last collapsed and DIED ). Looking, staring—for that one place where it would permanently harm the lake born man. The knees, the shoulders, the achilles heel. He truly had so many places to go for but he KNEW it would not be as easy. With how the machete was brandished this one was more prepared than Michael would have HOPED for. ‘ A satisfying kill, ’ rung in the back of his mind and he could only agree. A most gruesome one it would be, indeed.

       Out of sheer habit his head tilted; contemplation, curiosity overbearing—you are prey. Could he wait long enough until the other made the FIRST move? Beneath ivory mask tongue prodded at sealed lips until teeth held it in place, biting down on the muscle. Fingers locked tightly around handle of blade; even if one tried to rip it from his hands they would find that it almost felt like it was glued to his palm. Shoulders tensed, waiting, and untensed all together. Like a dog rising it’s HACKLES, trying to make itself appear bigger; threat display.

       Michael breathed out, air pushing against inside of mask and as a result the sound was loud and ruinous.

       HE COULD WAIT AN ETERNITY.

me, using my masterful understanding of language to talk to @greaselungs abt f13:the game;

• like in part 2 when the blonde bitch uses pamela's sweater to confuse jason
• have i ever told u bout,,, battle chad
• bATTLE CHAD THE DISTRACTION
• au where chad is tommy jarvis. i want them to fuck.i want them to be boyfriends
• u have to be tommy to kill jay-boi
• I LOVE NOT BEING JASON. I LOVE FUCKING WITH JASON. I LOVE GETTING BASEBALL BATS & FIGHTING JASON & i love rubbing salt in the wound,,, by being,,,chad

    Camp Crystal Lake, it was much different in real life then the film. It had an ODD smell to it, and the place was dirty as all get out. Jughead wanted to do some research, this was his favorite horror film after all, he thought it’d be cool if he actually went to the camp just to see what it was all about. & Maybe he shouldn’t have gone ALONE, but who else would go to a creepy camp with him ??

He had his notebook out, jotting things down as he walked around the camp. The cabins looked as if they were about to collapse in and the water was very, very gross. Every footstep made some type of noise, there was no way possible to be sneaky around here no matter how hard you tried. When he heard a footstep that WASN’T his he looked around, not noticing anyone there, his heart racing.

OR??

OKAY. so i hate, hate, hate making promos... but i'm in need of some for 3 different blogs. this one, tiffany & a spiderman i'm going to make. if anyone likes making promos, i'd be hella willing to do art for some promos??