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dustandpollen · 7 months ago
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some of the paintings i’ve done
ignore the cracking i get a bit carried away with piling paint on top of paint
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heartbreakincident · 9 months ago
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gave nari flowers and he acted like a huge bitch about it but now once a day he's stopping me just to ask if my day's going well.
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this guy is NOT beating the allegations
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berrymorgue · 4 months ago
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glitter-stained · 10 months ago
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Prompt:
After Red Hood stopped killing and someone leaked footage hinting that he's the second Robin, he expected to fight for every morsel of territory, for everybody to desert him and the murder attempts to triple.
And, well. It's not like he doesn't find himself in a rigged warehouse on Monday, walking off that one explosion with singes on his back. It's not like on Wednesday, a bullet pierces through a hole in his armour and he's losing half his blood in an alley. And sure, someone takes advantage of him throwing his helmet away on Friday (he was out of grenades and needed a bigger bomb) to fear gass him, but it's fine, he can function normally under fear gass nowadays.
Except. Except nobody deserts him. By Monday, the attempts have completely stopped. He walks into a meeting with his men and sees his goons' hands won't stop shaking, and even his lieutenant won't look him in the eyes.
Jason is confused, and so are the other bats, but soon the rumours reach their ears: you can't go after the Red Hood, because no matter what you do, once you've targeted him it's over, like a dog with a bone, he'll get you eventually- no matter how you shoot or how many explosives you use. It doesn't matter that the Red Hood doesn't kill, because the Red Hood doesn't die.
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wednesdaysfullofwoe · 2 months ago
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i sent my location
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thatsbelievable · 2 months ago
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rakharo · 3 months ago
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mari and travis’ comments about “two versions of reality/do you ever wonder whose reality we’re in” had me thinking about how we viewed the pilot hunt vs s3 finale hunt — both being different realities of the situation and how it’s changes how i view the finale now.
like travis said, do you ever wonder whose reality we’re in? and for the pilot we’re in the outsiders pov/reality bc we don’t know the yj’s all we know is that we witnessed some cannibalistc cult in the wilderness who hunt with death traps and in that moment we’re like the scientists and guide who stumbled upon them and witnessed the horrific scene of a decapitated coach scott with a bunch of feral children howling at the moon, dancing around a fire and eating human flesh in the wilderness.
but by s3 finale? we see the actual reality of the situation bc we now know the yj and their story (not all but up to what the pilot shows). we see how all the yj survived the loss and trauma with all the fucked up & unforgivable things they did. we see how they each fuel each other in different ways that pushes everyone to breaking points & pivotal changes. we come to learn that mari wasn’t suppose to be pit girl and that she wasn’t being ritualistically hunted by all of them, just shauna bc they were trying to keep her distracted for natalie to escape for rescue. we learn that it was travis who built the spikes into the pit that was meant to kill lottie bc he felt trapped by her influence on the girls, that van was looking into the pit only to be find out she’s broken by mari’s death, that gen tried to help her friend and was then forced to drag and string up her dead naked body and cry while eating her, that hannah (someone just trying to find frogs) was forced to butcher a teen girl to not expose their plan of escape. that misty wasn’t smiling bc she’s enjoyed the violence of the hunt but bc as the shot in the pilot pans to the mountain she’s happy bc they outsmarted shauna so natalie could go find rescue.
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dustandpollen · 5 months ago
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weirdlookindog · 5 months ago
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Bela Lugosi and Arlene Francis in Murders in the Rue Morgue (1932)
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bloodykittypaws · 12 days ago
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c0rpse-bl00m · 2 months ago
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lolapath · 1 year ago
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drchucktingle · 1 day ago
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i am just BEYOND HONORED for this feature in the latest issue of RUE MORGUE MAGAZINE. THANK YOU FOR PROVING LOVE BUCKAROOS. pick up the new issue on news stands everywhere
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dr-mohan · 2 months ago
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the pitt + text posts
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talesfromthecrypts · 2 months ago
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I love when an Italian horror movie is partially or fully filmed in English and they still poorly dub it. Makes me feel alive
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goryhorroor · 10 months ago
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“horror movies were reborn in the 1930s. sound revolutionized cinema across the board and had a huge impact on the horror genre— and not just in the form of dialogue. sound effects added an extra dimension to terror, from creaking doors to echoing footsteps to the rumbling of castle thunder. music cues built suspense or signaled the presence of a threat. as screen storytelling moved away from symbolism towards realism, the dreamlike wraiths of silent cinema were replaced by monsters that grunted, groaned and howled.”
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