Don't Care + Didn't Ask + Your Eyeliner Is Crooked

Men will start bands just to have an excuse to flirt with each other in public

*flirting with a slasher guy* Ooooo you wanna brutally murder me so bad it makes you look stupid.

why won’t someone write the exact fic I want to read. what do you mean I have to write it. this is against my rights. what the fuck

it is literally called a “happy” trail for a reason.. If you feel any emotion other than joy upon seeing it you should be sent to live on a deserted island by yourself forever. or blow up. either way get out of my presence

obsessed with my partners cishet friend because he is literally only friends with transmascs. don't call yourself a cis ally unless 90% of your circle is trans

beautiful women named excessive heat warning keep messaging me

Cursed Sinclair Brothers Headcanons No One Asked For:

Bo:

Wears black socks with sandals.

Knows all the moves to Footlose and 75 miles until Heaven from “Best little Whore House in Texas”

Has been seen singing into the hand of his tools/knives while in the middle of killing people.

He has a “Dance” playlist that he listens to time to time, and he dances to it while fixing cars and killing.

Actually, while he was in the basement with a victim, he started singing “I wanna Dance with Somebody”. And the victim came in with the backup.

Vincent:

Also knows the moves to “75 Miles until Heaven”.

Jump scares his brothers all the time! Like, he is known to hide and jump out of nowhere! Trees, bushes, the roof— nowhere is safe.

What he wears to bed: a pair of duck slippers that quack every time he walks, wears hair curlers, and a bright pink bathrobe. He also does those green face masks, too, with cucumber slices on his eyes.

His coffee mug says: “Too Pretty for this Shit”

Lester:

Can quote the whole Bee Movie.

Eats coffee grinds after being used to make coffee.

One time, he barked at Bo while arguing with him. It went like this:

Bo: *yelling at him*

Lester: bark bark bark bark!

Bo: …

Lester: …

Vincent: …

Bo: What the fuck!?

They never talk about it still to this day.

He wears these on Sundays to piss Bo off:

KINGDOMS: THE FINAL

no propaganda from us this time (propaganda from you guys welcome as always)

its the final battle. Remember, play nice!

at the end of this round, we move onto the phylums!

THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE (2003)