Saw This Movie And Left A Completely Different Person. I Can't Stress How Much This Woman Made Me Feel.

saw this movie and left a completely different person. i can't stress how much this woman made me feel. I've never seen a baddie deadite but now i have, not sure what to do with myself right now.

larissa weems leaning over her desk. you agree. reblog.

music

Imagine introducing music to deadite Ellie for the first time and she starts dancing on her own like. The song lady by rema. It's exotic, it's sexy, it's beautiful it's humanizing.

Close your eyes and think about it. That and also calm down by rema. It's a completely different vibe but. You're introducing her to the human world and you love it.

Sleepover at the bixler house be like

Bridget in her room with Y/N: so what do you wanna do tonight?

Y/N: not sure, but hey I saw your mom crawling around in the kitchen earlier is that normal?

Bridget: only on Fridays

Y/N: um tonight is Monday

Bridget:...

Y/N.....

Dolls and Dummies (Logan Bennett) 

When I was a kid I always had a fear of dolls and dummies. My friends took me to see a ventriloquist show one night, and that night will always be marked as the worst night of my life. The moon was out , the wind was cold and it was about that time for me and my friends to head to the show. “C'mon guys I  don't wanna go, you know I hate dolls”. I said slightly irritated. Being kidnapped by my friends could have gone in a completely different direction, we could have gone to the bar to get shit faced at least, but instead I was shoved into the back of my friend's car and driven to the show. “Logan it’ll be fun i promise you, maybe you could even meet a girl  after the show”. One of my friends said laughing. “Fuck off”. I said, giving him the finger. The ride to the show was draining, and I felt like throwing up and getting hit by a bus, then seeing a doll or dummy insult a crowd to make you feel even more worse about your insecurities after the show and then laugh about it. Once we got there the crowd was already packed  and full of people stuffing their faces with popcorn, but mainly adults drinking to suppress their stress about their kids not behaving properly  and kids with cotton candy smeared all over their faces and talking about how the show is gonna be a good one. “Hey Logan, front row seats man”. I felt like dying there and then, I wished I could just leave but they were my ride home and the drive took at least an hour. I ended up sitting  next to a lady wearing a black Victorian dress with a black veil covering her entire face. I wondered why the hell she would be at a place like this if she was in mourning. Then again if this show is truly entertaining like the town describes, maybe it’ll be funny enough to make this poor woman laugh. The lights went dark and a low voice crept over the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls welcome to tonight's show, please make yourself known to the exits on your left right and in the back of the auditorium”. I for sure made myself known so I could make a quick escape if I got spooked or even looked like a bitch. Once the lights became brighter, looking to my right the lady was gone. “What the hell”? I looked around but she wasn’t there anymore. “Guys did you see that lady”? I asked, looking slightly insane. “What lady dude”? My friend asked. “I- nevermind”. I sank lower into my chair already feeling uncomfortable, now the only thing to make matters worse was a high pitched squeak that almost sounded like a voice. “Hello”? I looked around but saw nothing. “Dude quiet, we are trying to watch the show”. My adrenaline began to pump and I started to slowly freak out. “Guys i…I don't like this, I wanna go”. The lights became dim once more and this time I was the one on the stage. My body felt weird, it felt as if I was stiff as a board and couldn't bend normally. “What…what the hell is this”? I looked out to the audience and saw my friends staring back at me, but they didn’t notice anything wrong. It was like I was the only one who could comprehend the problem. I felt a sudden lift from under my armpits. I was in the air and sat upon the lap of someone who looked familiar. It was the lady I saw before the show. “W..what's going on”? I asked in a shaky tone. “My little one, you are my puppet, and I am your puppet master”.  I felt so sick and nauseous, the fear that I had came true but was even worse due to the fact that I became my own worst nightmare.

Imagine deadite Ellie watching you while you were alone at home, it's dark and you're asleep. She slowly comes out of the shadows the moonlight glowing in her eyes. And she has the most peculiar feeling. Her hands become possessed on there own and make there way towards the lining of her t-shirt. She lowly growls and clicks, twitching her fingers. Not breaking eye contact with your precious sleeping form she bites her lip making it bleed. Her fingers finally get to where they need to be and from there it was the end. Hot tingles swim through her veins and her brain goes numb. She moans and gasps never knowing how this feeling felt, she rolls her eyes back as she wrecks every part of herself. "L..little hu-man" she moans going deeper and deeper. Your form rolls over but she doesn't care. She's almost there and she's chasing it. A few more thirsts and she explodes screeching in the moonlight. You jolt awake thinking it was a banshee or a bad dream or whatever. Covered in sweat you blush heavily making eye contact with a naked deadite.