horrorenjoyer159
☆ 24. horror enjoyer. not white. she/they ☆
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In this view, the dining room is to the left of the living room; beyond the reflecting pool to the right is the master bedroom.
The Los Angeles House: Decoration and Design in America's 20th-Century City, 1995
We are the weirdos, mister.
The Craft (1996) dir Andrew Fleming
Margaret Atwood, “The Blind Assassin.”
Every outfit worn by Mr. Delroy
DJO Coup De Main, ph. by Anthony Pham — 2025
My favourite reanimator (+bride) behind the scenes part one! I have a LOAD of these saved so I thought I’d post some (more coming soon!) :3
i might post this in like an hour or two... or way later i actually don't know lol. i'm like half done with what i'm writing and i'm just too excited to wait
in the process of writing more frank stuff. would tonight or tomorrow be too soon to post it after i JUST posted my last one?
(an edit i made back in march) from my tiktok if you even care
via @bowerjamie on instagram
IMG_0911edit by katieladybaby on Flickr.
THE DESCENT (2005) Dir. Neil Marshall
MY BLOODY VALENTINE george mihalka, 1981
The Englishwoman’s Bedroom, 1985
Somewhere on the border of Nevada and Arizona
2017/2023 ⦂ 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘰
in the process of writing more frank stuff. would tonight or tomorrow be too soon to post it after i JUST posted my last one?
“What if I write it and it’s bad-”
WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS GOOD? WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED? WHAT THEN????
writing badly and cringily is actually an essential part of the writing process, both in terms of individual projects and in gaining voice and confidence as a writer in the long term. there is no way around the cringe. there's no way around the work.
If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.
this was originally going to be a list of headcanons but writing for a jock is actually hard. so, i decided to write a little backstory and i think i got a little carried away so now i guess its a mix of headcanons and a drabble or something????? idk i'm not that great with fanfic lingo. sorry
also!!!! like the eddie one, i didn't specify a time for this. again i was thinking the eighties when i wrote this bc i'm into that decade but you can read this with whatever time you're more comfortable with lol. anyway, enjoy
you’re steve’s girlfriend. who would’ve thought? definitely neither of the two of you. the jock and the weird girl? an unlikely couple. fortunately, after high school, steve’s friend group broadened. obviously, he befriended eddie – and in extension, also befriended the members of corroded coffin. the band is actually how the two of you met.
the two of you had met at a show at the hideout. you had been about three people away from each other when you caught his eye. you were banging your head to nearly every song and he’d grow increasingly concerned for your neck and head. at some point when you stopped, he noticed you wearing an animal bone for an earring. he was immediately intrigued. after the show, he tried to find you but had no luck in doing so. so, he met up with the band backstage. that’s when eddie introduced the two of you.
after that, you two were pretty much inseparable.
though, it must be said that your relationship was pretty awkward at first. when he visited your house for the first time, he noticed your collection of animal bones carefully placed around various rooms, reminding him of the earring you wore the night you two met. he uncomfortably asked about them and you noticed how uneasy he was acting so you gently explained your fascination with death and how you thought animal bones were beautiful and that’s why you had them displayed around your home.
you’d go on dates to antique stores and he’d constantly ask why you wanted to buy and collect old things when you could just get it all brand new. said it all looked nicer too. and you had to explain that you wanted the things in your home to have history. And character. and you liked the look of older things anyway.
about a year into your relationship, you asked for a vile of his blood and you swore you saw him shiver at your question. and of course, he asked why you wanted it. you told him that you wanted to make it a necklace so you could keep a part of him with you whenever you weren’t together. and with steve being such a romantic, his heart melted and he agreed.
whenever you two would go thrift shopping, he’d try helping you pick out clothes to buy. with the two of you having vastly different tastes in almost everything, it was a little difficult. but you appreciated the gesture anyway.
sometimes, things went well and he’d find something that fit with everything else you wore, though sometimes the colors weren’t always right. so, the two of you would go home and dye said clothes either black or red or purple – which he says he likes best on you.
Sacred heart mace