"No Stresso, No Stresso, No Need To Be Depresso."

late 90's/early 2000's horror remakes are like, we had the budget to finally make this 1960's schlockfest live up to its full potential. instead here's bonkers casting choices, the weirdest house we could come up with, plot twists nobody saw coming because they're dumb as all shit, and CGI that already looks dated

and it's great every time

Scream 2, 1997.

Been getting myself worked up over this particular Ghostface scene lately.

Like, okay. Whore. Me next.

goth girls trying to decide whether to look like the coolest rockstar or the prettiest victorian vampire princess when they’re getting ready

Fever

Jonathan Crane x reader

A/N: A short fluffy story of looking after a sick Jonathan Crane, so I hope you enjoy this story,

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It was 8 in the morning as you and Jonathan wad getting ready for work, you began getting dressed as you hear Jonathan coughing very badly.

You look over and you notice that your boyfriend looked very tired and pale, he looked as if he would pass out at any moment "Jonathan are you feeling okay?" I walked over to him and place my hand over his forehead, he closed his eyes softly as he felt very warm.

"Jonathan you are very warm, I think you have a fever" Jonathan took a step back as he straighten himself out "I don't have a fever, I'm just tired that's all, nothing to worry about my darling" it is very hard to convince Jonathan to just take a break and look after his health.

There was one time when Jonathan was out being as the scarecrow and he had a nasty cough like now and couldn't really talk without coughing, he came back home early than usual that night, Though he didn't wanted to, but it was bothering him really badly.

I reluctantly let him go to work, but called some of the staff in Arkham Asylum to keep an eye on Jonathan since he has a nasty cold, but I know that probably Jonathan will deny having a cold when going to work.

Two hours went by and I got a phone call from a staff member of Arkham saying that Jonathan pass out asleep at his desk and he was burning up and definitely has a fever, luckily a nurse is dropping off at our home.

Once I got him inside Jonathan was grumbling and leaning his body against me, "my darling I am fine I can get into my bed" he try to get to our room himself but realised he is soo tired he needed my help to get on the bed, "I'll get some soup ready, you get into your pyjamas"

You got Jonathan's soup ready, his favourite leek and potato soup, I brought the soup into the bedroom and seen Jonathan wrapped himself in blankets and as he curled into a ball, he looked over to me and weakly smiled as he try to sit up properly, he coughed a bit as I placed his soup on his lap, "thank you so much, my darling" I kissed his forehead as I turned on the TV and sat beside Jonathan as he had his soup.

30 minutes went by as I heard soft snores beside me, I gently took the bowl off his lap and brought it to the kitchen to clean it later, I went over and sat again beside him as Jonathan began to move a bit in the bed.

He then curled himself around me laying his head on my chest as I softly played with his hair, "thank you my darling for taking care of me" he quietly said, I smiled softly to myself as I continued to play with his hair, "I love you so much Jonathan, I'll always take care of you" I may get a cold tomorrow because of cuddling Jonathan, but I know Jonathan will take of me when I probably get a cold as well.

Same! I used to hated horror as a kid, now I'm suddenly love horror and psychological aspect of it but damn do I still hate those jumpscares, but now I am suddenly want to also start writing horror stories and i can't get enough of it.

Has anyone else used to despise horror as a kid, only to grow up and realize you love psychological horror but just hate jumpscares?