Literally Any Upper Middle Class Tiktok Self-identified ‘that Girl’ In A Pastel Workout Set With

Tommy smiling, that’s the post 🖤

eddie would say "this guy's bothering you babe?" every time you accidentally bump into something.

you're just walking around the trailer, taking back your plate to the kitchen when you hit your leg against the table, "ow you son of a bitch!" you'd yell out and eddie comes running from his room. his guitar tossed on the bed and music sheet has flown off his lap and got scattered all across the floor.

"what happened? you okay?" he'd ask then he'd see that the table has moved a bit since he last saw it about thirty minutes ago. "this guy's bothering you, sweetheart?" he'd walk towards the table and stare it down, "do i need to teach you a lesson here? hm? teach you not to hit on girls? and my girl nonetheless." his hands in fists, he'd buff out his chest, acting all tough and scary but it only makes him look adorable like a mad puppy.

"actually eds, technically i hit it." you'd tell him and he'd turn to you.

"babe you don't have to do this. don't defend this asshole just so i wouldn't hurt him." glaring at the table again, "come on bitch! not so brave now huh?"

then he'd act as if he's throwing hands with the table only for him to hit his foot against its leg, hard, and end up on the floor in the fatal position holding his foot in both hands and go "the soldier has fallen. i've been defeated by the evil forces of wooden home furniture. pass my kind regards and sorrow to the queen. long live rock and roll." then in true eddie fashion, he'd pretend to be dead with his tongue out and his middle finger pointed to his new immortal enemy, the table.

the shape

god, kurt kunkle is such a fucking whimpy, weak, pathetic, no-good, attention-whore loser.

and i really wanna fuck his brains out.

Flip (that's how im gonna call you now!) you need to draw Mama Voorhees!! She in your squishy cutesy style will be absolutely banging, she did absolutely nothing wrong shes just a mama who loves her son very much smh 😒😒

Mama of the year award goes to:

Say what you will about the lady, but she absolutely loved her boy Jason. I actually found her to be quite the sympathetic villain.

reblog for easter

me and the girlies saying hi to each other

⛓️ The Slashstreet Boys. 🔪

The Lost Boys x GN Reader

Laughter and screams of joy filled your ears as you walk along the broad walk, breathing in the humid salt water air. The sound of your sandals clacking against the board walk lulls you into a sense of ease, exciting you for the new beginnings ahead of you.

Santa Carla wasn’t your top pick for places to live. Hell, with a name like “Murder Capital of the World”, it would be no one’s first choice, but something drew you here. Maybe it was the cheap tuition of the university in the town over, the warm weather, or the new sense of freedom that came with graduating high school and starting your life. Whatever it was it didn’t matter at the moment, because the feeling of the salty air tussling up your hair and the bright lights of the rides around you made you fee euphoric.

Stopping at the railing of the board walk, you looked down to the beach, watching the lone couples who walked barefoot in the sand holding hands. You smiled to yourself and you raised your gaze to look at the ocean, the moon reflecting its silver light across the water in ripples as the waves pushed them to meet the shore. Turning around, you scan the shops around you and find one that peaks your interest. Making your way to the store, the sound of a low rumble echoed across the board walk causing you to jump. You turned to find three blondes and one brunette riding their bikes through the crowds of people, laughing as they jumped to get out of their way.

Shit. They’re blocking the door.

While the men did give you an uneasy feeling, you’re want to look in the shop suppressed the anxious turn of your stomach. As you approached two of the men, both blondes, were playfully fight each other. The brunette and one other blonde were leaning against their bikes, snickering at the other two. As you approach though, they lifted their gazes to meet yours. Your skin crawled as their eyes narrowed in on you. Their gazes devoured you, making you feel like nothing but a piece of meat.

Swallowing down the fear that began to overwhelm you, you shoot the boys a polite smile as you tried to squeeze your way around them.

“Excuse me..”

You had successfully made your way through them, letting out a sigh. Just as you thought your interaction with them came to an end, one of them called out to you.

“Haven’t seen you around here before.” You turned around to meet the man’s eyes as your skin began to prickle with goose bumps. The first thing you noticed about him was his blonde mullet, which had no doubt been obtained by bleaching.

“Yeah, you new around here babe?” Your eyes flicked over to another blonde, you looked like he was trying to impersonate Dee Snider.

“Uh yeah, I am,” you said, trying to keep your reply short, hoping it would end the conversation.

“Looks like you need someone to show you around. Why don’t we help you babe?”

“Uh no, that’s okay, I’m fine really-“

An arm came around your shoulders and pulled you into someone. You looked up and made eye with a full head of blonde curls. “Don’t worry,” he purred, “we don’t bite.” The rest of them laughed at this as they began to walk, pulling you along with them.

“How rude of us boys, we didn’t even introduce ourselves!” called out the bleach blonde mullet. “I’m David,” he replied. “This is Paul, Marko, and Dwayne.”

You looked up at the one named Dwayne, who you forgot was even there. He had been so quiet the whole time you didn’t even notice the way he’d been staring at you, like he was looking right through you. You shivered.

Maybe you should have stayed home tonight.

Naming the female razor brand Venus is so personally offensive to me....you think Venus the goddess of love and sex and beauty was shaving her PUSSY? Go kill yourself