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Terrifier (2016)

Genre: Horror/Slasher

Rating: Not Rated

(My) Rating: 7.5/10

⭐️⭐️⭐️

Gore: Severe

[Warnings at the bottom]

Summary: On Halloween night, two girls, Tara and Dawn, encounter Art the clown after a party. As the night unfolds, Art unleashes a terrifying rampage across Miles County, mutilating anyone that crosses his path.

Review [Stop here if you want to avoid any and all spoilers]

WOAH. This movie starts off with a bang- by showing a victim of this psycho clown killer, Art, and drilling right into the violence. You’re kinda thrown head first into the aggressive gore that’s in this movie which definitely kept me on my toes. Honestly, I’ve seen more gory movies than this, but this is definitely on a high tier on the aggressive scale. I feel like gore can be done in so many ways but it’s this kind of aggressiveness that really gets to people. It’s gross, fucked up, shocking, and it’s really in your face with this movie.

The scene with Dawn was honestly the most shocking thing in this movie and there are quite a few points where something crazy is thrown in your face out of nowhere. Justice for Dawn- but I honestly would’ve sat on that clown’s lap too. And I’ve seen what you people do on this website- there’s no room for judgment.

Warnings: Holy shit. Where I do even begin with this? Severe/Aggressive gore, mutilation, torture, someone is forced to watch torture, human feces (putting emphasis on that one), and if you’re afraid of clowns just skip this one. Do it for yourself.

Let me know if you have any movies I that should look into :)

Personally, for me, I know if I’m attracted to someone if I can imagine them in a mermaid tail and it looks right.

Idc how weird that sounds

These seriously hit the spot when I was searching for fic recs

hey do you have any werewolf courting fic recs for like sterek or any mlm pairing? i love those. 🥺🥺

Hi! I only do recs for sterek fics, so here you go

The Baddest Motherfucker In the Valley by ShieldOfIron

It had started weeks ago. At first, they’d thought it was a dog or a cat. Stiles just helped his dad clean the rabbits off the porch. Next came the deer. That wasn’t so bad, though Stiles still refused to eat the meat that his dad had brought back from the butcher. Then came a mountain lion. A grizzly fucking bear.

The Courting Dilemmas of a Spark and a Werewolf Prince by greenleaf

Talia smiled calmly. “I am well aware that you are not a werewolf, my darling, but I thought this would be the best reading material for you to use as reference. After all, how would you know how to act during a courting ritual if you do not study it?” “But I don’t… I’m not…” Stiles narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you setting me up with someone?” Talia rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t be obtuse, my darling. Why would I set you up with someone –” “Oh, well, that’s good, because–” “–when I have a son who is already perfectly enamored with you?”

Camping & Bonding by Takara_Phoenix

Stiles thinks the pack should go camping, as a bonding exercise. Much to his surprise, Derek agrees with his plan. So the pack goes off into the mountains to camp together. Only after assigning the tents does Stiles question if it really was that good of an idea to share a tent with his Alpha, considering the giant crush he has on Derek…

All I Do (Is Sit And Think About You) by Noname109

The three times Stiles was oblivious, and the one time he figured it out. Or how Stiles figures out how to court a werewolf unintentionally.

be everything that you need by EvanesDust

[excerpt] Stiles could feel Derek's gaze on him. It was like a physical touch, and when he looked over his shoulder, he smirked. Derek's eyes were dark, flared with heat. "See something you like?" Stiles asked, a teasing lilt to his voice. Derek pressed against his back, kissing his shoulder before turning Stiles in his arms. "You know I do."

Enamor Me by crossroadswrite

In which Derek sneakily woos Stiles and doesn't expect him to notice. He keeps catching himself doing these little things and he doesn’t know why. Except that’s a complete lie. He knows exactly what he’s doing and why he’s doing it. He likes Stiles. For whatever reason he likes him. Like, wants to be the best version of himself he possibly can because that’s what Stiles deserves likes him.

how to court a werewolf by graveltotempo

Stiles accidentally begins a courtship with Derek. Wary at first, the werewolf accepts, and Stiles ticks off all the boxes of a traditional Hale werewolf courting - oblivious to the whole thing. Because of course he is. Peter thinks the entire thing is hilarious. Cora thinks that they deserve each other. (spoiler alert: they do)

you are an obsession (i am your possession) by EvanesDust

Once Derek catches that tantalizing scent, he can’t stay away. Stiles. Derek’s completely enthralled by him. Obsessed. But all he can do is stand in the shadows, watching and waiting. Until he can make Stiles his, that is. And when that happens, Derek will never let him go.

Hung The Moon by BurnItAllClean (nrnyx)

Slowly Stiles got control of himself again. His heart calmed. His breathing evened out. The anger was gone. In its place, a bone-deep weariness settled. He couldn’t do this. He wouldn’t survive this.

Like any other day by Gotta_seduce_the_Rainbow

Everything’s a bit shit. Not only couldn’t Stiles afford to go to college right after high school, he also lost his best friend to the cool kids. Him and Scotty hadn’t been talking for a while, and now Scott had left Beacon Hills with the rest of those lucky bastards. With all their savings spent on his dead mother’s medical bills, Stiles is forced to stay behind and work in a shitty store by a shitty gas station. Life crawls by, so does the first summer fresh out of high school, when none other turns up at the gas station than Derek Hale. Derek Hale, who had been gone for about 15 years after his family died in that fire, only manages to ask Stiles for a book recommendation, before he is already arrested for murder. After that spectacular homecoming he is sure to be the talk of the town. This story is set in a canon divergence alternative universe, where Stiles never found out about werewolves. Now that Derek is back in town, he plans on courting clueless Stiles since they are mates. The way it turned out, it's mostly fluff and smut and slice of life, because I wanted to give these characters some peace (and write in some kinks of mine).

How (Not) to Court a Spark by Michicant123, wanderingeyre

Derek spent the past three months planning, agonizing, and coming to a conclusion. His mom was progressive about many things but she was a traditionalist about courting. She drilled it into all of her children that finding someone you could imagine standing beside in a dangerous world was a precious discovery, especially for an Alpha. Derek wants to make choices that would make his mother proud. It took him a long time to become an Alpha that was even a quarter of what his mother had been. So much of that was because Stiles never gave up on him. It was time Derek courted Stiles Stilinski.

Deer For My Dear by TheSleepyOne

Stiles was not mad at Derek per say. It was hard to be mad at the wolf now that he was getting the help he needed. Derek really does try his best these days. No, Stiles wasn't mad. He was just disappointed.

It's Called Courting by AMatchInWater

Stiles has a crush on Derek and refuses to believe it could be reciprocated….meanwhile Derek has been courting him this whole time.

5 times Derek gave Stiles a dead animal + 1 time Derek gave Stiles a normal gift by Warlock_Nerd

Stiles has been finding dead animals all around his house and is so confused. It isn't until later does he realise why this is happening and who is doing it.

Resistance

How dare the wolf taste those lips, hold him, panting and soft, trembling and eager, so close to his chest? How dare he? Jordan could not move, even if he wanted to. The slick sounds of their kiss, of tongues sliding softly against one another, bitten-off moans, and muffled mewls interspersed with crackling fire — it was hell for him. Stiles was everything Jordan dreamed he would be in a moment like this — he moved just right, arched so beautifully, bared his throat, and grabbed the hand that pressed to his stomach, keeping it there. His smell seeped across the tent, sweeter than ever before and deadly because of it. Jordan’s eyes stung, his fists clenching the cold sheets. Yet, he could not even take a proper breath, for everything smelled of him. For three years, Jordan told himself to resist. Three years of catching Stiles only for the omega to seep from his fingers. Years without ever holding his waist like Jordan wanted to. A month was all it took for Stiles to give it to the wolf.

Treasure

"I know you don’t trust me,” Derek grunted. When Stiles inhaled to retort, Derek caught his chin and pressed a finger against his lips, making the boy freeze in place, eyes impossibly wide. “Don’t argue. I expected it. Wolves don’t trust easily, too. I just wanted you to know that… I’m sorry. I was selfish and didn’t see what was in front of me. You don’t need to worry. I’ll take care of everything.” It was a thought that grew in his mind, spread to his heart and took root there, reincorporating into a deep desire and a vital need. Derek will take care of him and his little pup, he’ll bring the hearts of his enemies and put them at the boy’s feet. He’ll court and he’ll conquer.

your fangs against my skin (the sound of your bones)

This was it, then, huh? It was that easy for Derek to invite someone to his den. Someone other than Stiles. He healed the wolf. Stiles killed his tormentor, mended his blood and bones, and let him sleep beside him. But none of it was enough. He wasn’t a spark, after all, but a witch — evil and alone, locked up in his tower. Witches didn’t get happy endings.

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Tamara (2005)

Genre: Horror

Rating: R

(My) Rating: 7.5/10

⭐️⭐️⭐️ [Can we pretend it’s three and a half stars?]

Gore: Mild-Severe (See warnings for more info)

[Warnings at the bottom]

Summary: As a straight A high school student who dabbles in witchcraft, Tamara is an outcast. One day, her bullies’ cruelty went too far, but she shocks them with her return as she seeks revenge and wants to take what’s hers.

Review [Stop here if you want to avoid any and all spoilers]

If I had to describe this movie in one way it’d be if ‘I Know What You Did Last Summer’ met ‘Jennifer’s Body’

The movie starts out with this shy, nerdy girl, Tamara, who’s been daydreaming about her teacher, Mr. Notolly. [Just because I don’t want any problems, I’m letting y’all know that I do not support real student/teacher relationships] Now, she wrote this paper on steroid usage in school sports which got her peers to treat her even more cruelly. Things go downhill from the point that they find out about her crush on her teacher.

They play a cruel prank on her and she ends up dying in the process, so they bury her body to avoid trouble with the authorities. As a result, Tamara rose from the dead in search of revenge on those who wronged her and to have Mr. Notolly all to herself.

I find a certain plot point in this movie to be similar to that of ‘Jennifer’s Body’- Tamara died, came back drop-dead gorgeous, and brutally tormented people. Oh how I love my glamorous demonic slasher women.

Overall, I think this movie was a really interesting concept and I loved to see two of my favorite movies basically combined into one. I’m going to tag ‘Jennifer’s Body’ and ‘I Know What You Did Last Summer’ as I think fans of these movies would really enjoy this one.

There were a few points where the acting was a little off, which always takes off points for me, but the movie still compelled me in spite of that. I really enjoyed Tamara’s story and how tragic it really was in the end. The ending wasn’t a major plot twist but it was a little unexpected, though thee is one point of the movie where the ending is hinted at. I will definitely watch this again.

Warnings: Implied/Brief flashback of drugged rape, severed body parts, glass eating, just a decent amount of mutilation, one-sided student/teacher relationship, one-sided parental incest (It is implied that Tamara’s father is chasing after her but it is not as direct as I feared it would be), vomit, brief self cannibalism, eating disorder is depicted in one scene.

Okay so as I read those warnings through again, this sounds kind of insane but it’s definitely bearable. Although if you’re uncomfortable watching anything that was listed, I recommend you stay away from this.

And as always, please let me know if you have any ideas for some movies I should watch/review! :)

Sterek, toddler Derek? Demanding his favorite snack from Stiles. Or his favorite movie. What does Derek insist on showing or giving to or doing with Stiles?

This one was so fun I wrote it immediately and barley had to edit any of it cause this just flowed outta me in like an hour! ❤️❤️❤️

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Stiles Stilinski had dealt with a lot of weird crap in his life - werewolves, kanimas, evil druids, you name it - but nothing, nothing, had prepared him for the sight of a cranky, pouty faced toddler standing in Derek Hale’s oversized leather jacket in the middle of the loft, blinking up at him with wide green eyes and a suspicious furrow in his tiny brow.

“What the hell?” Stiles whispered to himself, barely resisting the urge to back away slowly like the kid was going to sprout fangs and go feral.

Toddler Derek, because that’s definitely who it was, same scowl, same eyebrows of doom, stared up at him, obviously confused and a little scared. His lower lip wobbled, and Stiles immediately panicked.

“No! No crying! Oh my God, please don’t cry. Jesus Christ, what do I even do with you?”

Derek didn’t cry. He just reached his arms up, tiny, chubby, grabby hands, and said, softly and warily, “You smell safe.”

Stiles’s heart broke a little. “Oh my God. Okay. Okay, come here, tiny wolf man.” He scooped Derek up awkwardly, arms full of baby werewolf, who immediately tucked his head under Stiles’s chin and exhaled like that was exactly what he needed.

Stiles had no idea what to do. Should he call Deaton? Peter? There was no handbook for “my grumpy werewolf friend got de aged and now he wants to cuddle.”

And cuddle Derek did.

He refused to be more than two feet away from Stiles at any time. Stiles tried to set him down once and the look he got in return was so betrayed, so deeply offended, that Stiles muttered an apology and let him stay glued to his chest.

Eventually, Stiles gave up and flopped onto the couch with Derek still clinging to him like a baby koala. Derek squirmed until he was fully sprawled across Stiles’s torso, cheek pressed over Stiles’s heart, tiny fist gripping the collar of his hoodie.

“Movie?” Derek mumbled, muffled by fabric.

Stiles blinked down at him. “You… wanna watch a movie?”

Derek nodded slowly, like he was still figuring out what that meant, but the idea of sitting on the couch with Stiles and a movie clearly felt right.

So Stiles turned on Disney+, because what else do you show a baby Alpha, and settled in to watch The Lion King. Halfway through, Derek was asleep, warm and heavy and completely trusting, drooling a little on Stiles’s hoodie.

Stiles stared at the ceiling, one hand resting protectively on Derek’s tiny back. “This is fine,” he whispered to himself. “Everything’s fine. I am so not qualified for this, but okay.”

He was absolutely not ready to be a toddler’s emotional support human… but if Derek needed him, he’d fake it till he made it. Or until someone figured out how to reverse the magical toddler curse.

Whichever came first.

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The loft was quiet after everyone else left, all determined to find the witch who had cursed Derek into a pocket sized version of himself. Stiles had volunteered to stay behind, mostly because someone had to babysit, but also because, well… tiny Derek was starting to grow on him. Literally. He wouldn’t stop climbing into Stiles’s lap.

Stiles didn’t mind, though. Not really.

It turned out toddler Derek talked a lot more than adult Derek. Most of it was nonsense; half formed thoughts, jumbled memories, or whatever wild idea was bouncing around his too big brain in his too small body.

"Do werewolves like peanut butter?" Derek asked one evening, legs swinging off the couch and head leaning against Stiles's arm.

Stiles snorted. "You tell me, buddy. You're the expert."

“I think yes,” Derek said seriously. “But only with jelly. Grape. Not strawberry.”

Stiles chuckled and nudged his shoulder. “Noted.”

Derek would wander the loft, always staying within ten feet of Stiles, muttering things like “My ears are fuzzy” or “Do you think fullshift wolves can wear hats?” and Stiles would play along every time, something warm unfurling in his chest every time Derek grinned at him or tugged on his hoodie to get his attention.

One afternoon, while Stiles was flipping through a book on magical reversals and Derek was curled into his side watching Finding Nemo, Derek tilted his head and whispered, “You smell like cookies and lightning.”

Stiles blinked down at him. “That… might be the weirdest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“I like cookies,” Derek mumbled with a yawn. “And lightning is fast. I like you.”

And just like that, Stiles melted.

He didn’t say anything, just pressed a kiss to Derek’s wild curls and whispered, “I like you too, little dude.”

They fell into a rhythm after that. Derek would babble; Stiles would listen. Derek would get overwhelmed, and Stiles would pull him into a hug, rocking them gently. Nights were the hardest, Derek would get scared and cling to Stiles, crawling into bed beside him like Stiles could shelter Derek from the scary realities of the world.

And then, one morning, Stiles woke up to warmth and the weight of someone beside him.

He stretched, cracked one eye open…and froze.

Adult Derek was lying there, curled on his side, watching him quietly. His eyes were soft. So soft.

“Oh my God,” Stiles whispered. “You’re…you’re you again.”

Derek nodded slowly. “Hi.”

Stiles blinked. “Hi.”

They stared at each other for a long moment, and then Derek said, “You smiled a lot at me. When I was little.”

Stiles flushed. “Well, yeah. You were adorable.”

“You made me feel safe,” Derek said, voice low and sincere, like it was the most important thing he could ever say. “No one’s ever made me feel that safe, Stiles. Not even when I was really a kid.”

Stiles swallowed hard. “Derek…”

Derek reached out, fingers brushing against Stiles’s wrist. “I meant what I said. You do smell like cookies and lightning.”

Stiles laughed, a little watery. “Still the weirdest compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

“Still true,” Derek said with a small smile.

And Stiles. Well... He smiled again. Just like before. And Derek looked at him like that smile was magic.

Hello nobody! I’m assuming barely anyone- if anyone at all- saw my last post. But in case anyone did see it, I made this blog while I was a little too faded last night and I had no memory of doing it until I opened the app.

So… hello from sober me I guess.

I’m thinking I might actually go with it and post whatever I said I’d post. Who knows- it might be fun?

Anyways. I’ve never actually gotten the chance to participate in many fandom spaces before, so this’ll be a first. Please don’t hurt me.

Toodles!

Oh nothing, just thinking about mermaids being affected by the full moon. Yes this is a post about H2O: Just Add Water

[inspo]

It’s Biles. Call me Biles, or I swear to God I'II kill you.

"Sterek shippers ignoring the weird age gap" oh I didn't ignore it, I enjoyed it. God bless