90saesthetic قصص

When fifteen-year-old Norman Pinkerton is sentenced to stay behind at Mount Zion Academy Institute over winter break for breaking the dress code one too many times, he expects Christmas to be cold, lonely, and full of lectures. Mount Zion is a soft evangelical boarding school that believes goths are trouble at best-and devil worshippers at worst. With the rest of the students gone, Norman is left to spend the holidays with a handful of professors: a strict pastor who believes rules are mercy, a tired teacher barely holding onto her faith, and a youth leader who asks questions instead of giving answers. As snow falls and Christmas approaches, Norman begins to see the cracks beneath the school's cheerful sermons-and the humanity beneath its beliefs.

When Samuel Sawyer calls his best friend after practice, he doesn't expect a stranger to answer. A wrong number, a sarcastic response, and every reason to hang up-but for some reason, he doesn't. And neither does she. Cassidy Carmichael never planned to spend her evening on the phone with a total stranger. She meant to hang up the second she realized it was a misdial, but something stopped her. Curiosity, maybe. Or the surprising comfort in talking to someone who didn't know her at all. What starts as an accidental call turns into a habit. Then a ritual. Then... something they can't quite name. Minutes turn into hours. Conversations drift from teasing jokes to real secrets, deep feelings, and scattered thoughts about school, family, and everything in between. They've never seen each other's faces. But somehow, they just get it. In a town where nothing ever changes, one wrong number might just change everything.

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ 𝙄𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙚. 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙.

You never believed in soulmates-until the night a knife-shaped mark carved itself into your skin. Now you can't ignore the pull that ties you to them. Billy Loomis and Stu Macher. Two boys who shouldn't feel so familiar. Two names whispered in fear. Two souls bound to yours by something darker than destiny. When the murders in Woodsboro begin, your mark burns hotter. Every scream, every drop of blood feels like it's calling to you. You try to run, but fate doesn't ask for consent-and neither do monsters who believe you belong to them. As the body count rises and secrets start to unravel, you'll have to decide what's more dangerous: the killer stalking your town... or the love that's consuming you from within. Blood. Fate. Obsession. Welcome to Woodsboro, where every heartbeat might be your last.

━━━ the stars would be so proud to know their atoms created someone as exquisite as you , sweetheart. ↳ EIGHTIES & NINETIES SMUTS!

Charlie Wyan, an overworked girl in her 20s living in NYC, encounters two celebrities in the same week. Between her three jobs and dates that may or may not be real, Charlie navigates the 1990s life in style -- with blonde, frizzy hair, dark eye makeup, and a puff of cigarette smoke. Who will she choose?

The summer of '98 - and Kaitlyn (your name now, if you don't like it you can change it) Georges has a action packed summer ahead. Planning on spending the summer on sleepovers with her four besties - that is until certain boys have other plans. Kim Taehyung - childhood friend that is until he started hanging out with the other boys. Now he's a flirt, tease and a pain in your butt. What happens when his friends take you on the ride of your life in this summer of 98?

𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 Imagines about the characters from the #1 Netflix show that deserved a second season (all y/n) #2 in emmaline holy sh/t

A summer camp in the heart of the forest. Green T-shirts, children's laughter, campfires, and nighttime stories. For Maddie Monroe, it was meant to be a chance to escape the city. For the other counselors, it was an obligation, a job, or a punishment. But Malice Lake hides more than meets the eye. Between gossip, quiet arguments, and growing suspicion, something terrible begins to take root. And not everything that looks fake is fake. And not everyone who smiles is a friend. Welcome to the camp where nothing is truly innocent.