#black shampoo

[angelstills]

Black Shampoo (1976)

[splatteronmywalls]

[pygartheangel]

[gotankgo]

«Next door to The Angry Dragon / Black Shampoo double feature, Last House on Dead End Street was playing at the Cine 42. This is where Roger Watkins saw his film theatrically with Paul Jensen. It is also where Frank Henenlotter saw it. This is the only known photographic evidence of Last House on Dead End Street's NYC theatrical run.»

[celaenaeiln]

At the dining table for breakfast

Jason: Heh.

Jason: Hahahaha.

Jason: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Bruce: *raising the newspaper up higher*

Alfred: *placidly pouring coffee into Bruce’s mug* Did something interesting happen, Master Jason?

Jason: Alfred, I am about to have the perfect surprise for that bony a-Tim. The perfect surprise for Tim.

Alfred: *putting away the bar of soap he pulled out of nowhere* Is that so? Please do be careful not to make a mess here. The waxing was just done in the dining room.

Jason: No problem, in fact-

Tim: *entering sluggishly*

Jason: In fact…in…fact…Megamind, what are you doing here?

Tim: ……..hm?

Jason: What are you doing here?

Tim: eating??

Jason: You-why are you coming from the right side bathroom-weren’t you going to use the upstairs one on the left?

Tim: oh. Dick was already in it so I decided to use the other one.

Jason: what.

Tim: what.

Jason: No. Hahahahaha. You’re joking…nononono-god, Tim, WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID?

Tim: ????????

Jason: You-

Dick’s voice thundering from a floor away: JASON!!!!

Jason: *staring blankly then running forward and smacking Tim on the head* It’s all your fault!

Tim who hasn’t slept or had coffee or know why something he doesn’t know about is his fault: ???? WHAT DID I DO?!

Jason: *running past and leaping out the window* See you later, losers. Bye, Alf.

Disappearing seconds before a blur of wet skin, white towel, and neon pink hair rushes past and follows him out the window.

Tim:

Bruce:

Tim: ……Did you have breakfast yet?

Bruce: …….Hrmgh.

Alfred: *tutting* I just had the floors done. Master Bruce, would you mind redoing them? I’m afraid I must catch the mailman before he gives treats to Titus again. He’s leaving crumbs all over the entrance.

Bruce: What about Ti-

Bruce: *glancing back to see a lone leaf float in and drop slowly to the ground*

Bruce: ………

[its-stimsca]

can you do a stimboard of that time Wayneradiotv dressed up as uncle fester .. with ummm.. some clothing stims & whatever else you wanna Add ^_^

Uncle Fester’s delicious feast of Head and Shoulders!

🧴 🗝️ 🧴 / 🗝️ 🧴 🗝️ / 🧴 🗝️ 🧴

[macaquesrottingcorpse]

I find hsr characters names really funny

[willowser]

roommate touya who falls for you bc of your thoughtfulness tho 🥺 when you order food there’s always something for him too. you bring him back coffee every time you do a starbucks run. you share everything you have with him too, like your nice smelling shampoo (even tho you make fun of his three in one body wash conditioner shampoo LMAO). maybe you get the two of you fun pairs of comfy slippers to wear around the house to. you make the house into a home and he’s so smitten because of it

anon 🥺 you gettttt itttt 🥺🥺 i have such a detailed idea for roommate touya i want to write it so bad !!! i just. have such a vision for him in my head.....it's weird that yall are still roommates....bc you didn't even start out as friends.....keigo and rumi both moved out and you were just. together and that was it. and then you got sick of your apartment and picked a new house to rent. and you just. live together and do everything together and it makes no sense !! you're adults !!! but you're too used to each other 🥺🥺🥺 WAAAHHH YOU GET IT YOU GET IT EXACTLLLLLYYYYYY

[rioofdreams]

Slytherin's bathroom is half all of Regulus' products and half all of Evan's hair accessories. There is a small part that belongs to Barty where he has his toothbrush and a 3x1 shampoo

[kuni-kuun]

Spa day

(based on the new official art!)

[forsakenmissives]

The first time Jamie stays over at Roy’s, they haven’t been together long, if you could call whatever it is that they have going on ‘together’ — it’s more like a series, a hotchpotch of bad decisions, Jamie pushing Roy, Roy pushing back, but then accidentally pushing so hard that Jamie falls into the nearest bed and, because he refuses to let Roy one-up him, manages to take Roy with him.

And sometimes they push and shove near a toilet stall. Or an alleyway. Or an empty supply closet. There’d even been that time where they happened to be right next to the door of the boot room, and it was one of the rare moments Will fucking Kitman hadn’t been in there already.

Needless to say, it feels very much like crossing some relationship-threshold when Roy rasps, “Yours or mine?” against the warm skin of Jamie’s throat and Jamie whines out, “Yours.”

It’s not, but it feels more damning than the boot room — definitely more personal, more involved — but still Roy takes him, and when it’s over, Jamie mouthing lazily at his shoulder, sated and sleepy, he doesn’t send him on his way like he knows he should, like he has all those times before.

In the morning, he’s torn from his sleep by a raucous clatter and a sharp gasp. He’s up and rushing to the ensuite before he’s even aware of his wakefulness. But instead of the gory scene he expects, what greets him is a perfectly safe Jamie, clutching a shampoo bottle and some of the shampoo splattered across the floor.

“Fuck’s going on?” Roy snaps, bracing a hand on the doorframe before stretching his leg, soothing the ache that’d started in his knee from his hurry.

Jamie waves the shampoo bottle at him. “You’ve actually got a decent product!”

He thinks he should feel more offended by Jamie’s shock than he does — really, all he feels is something like fond exasperation rising in his chest, up to his throat, threatening to choke him if he lingers on it for too long.

“Yeah,” he finally says slowly, as if speaking to a small child, “I’ve got to take care of my hair, don’t I?” What he doesn’t say is that he learnt that the hard way, but what Jamie doesn’t know won’t hurt him. (But Roy kind of wants to tell him anyway. But he won’t.)

Jamie pauses, looks between him and the bottle a couple times, before nodding. “Good, good,” he sets the shampoo back into the shower, “thought I’d have to teach you.”

Roy stares at him for another second, eyes narrowed, before he pivots and walks away, leaving Jamie to continue his apparent inspection. “Fuck you, Tartt!”

He ignores Jamie’s cheery, “Already done that, haven’t you?” And if his heart squeezes in his chest at the thought of more mornings like this — a fucking lifetime of mornings like this — well, that’s only for him to know.

[arviyya]

Thanks @imsiriuslyreading for the tag :)

This is a snippet from my ongoing WIP I just started posting on ao3.

Regulus and James brewing Amortentia in class as forced partners.

James short circuits.  Regulus isn’t even standing close anymore. He's at least a pace away. James takes another whiff from the cauldron. Yeah, the smell he thought he smelled is definitely coming from the potion. Maybe it's because it’s not finished yet; maybe they messed it up. He clenches his jaw. He knows it's perfect. It always is when they brew potions together. So–what? "Potter?" Regulus prompts again.  "What–oh right," and just like that James adjusts his expression so that he’s wearing a casual grin. A grin that isn’t reaching his eyes, no matter how hard he tries. He chances a glance at Regulus, who’s eyes are narrowed. "I think we only need one more drop of liquid gold after this stir and then it should be done."  James can tell that his voice is shaky and his heart hurts with how hard it’s hitting his ribcage. The irrational part of his brain hopes that Regulus can’t hear it. James is fine. He really is, but it's amazing how hard it is to act fine when you’re paranoid that someone else can tell that you aren’t. But he is, though. He’s fine. He’s just fine.   Regulus sends the drop into the cauldron at the exact right moment, and as the drop hits the liquid, the whole potion becomes a brilliant pink color.  James chews on the inside of his cheek, happy that Regulus is distracted looking over the notes and ingredients and doesn’t notice him staring. There’s something in the way that Regulus’ eyes tighten at the corners, something in the way his brows furrow above them. James doesn’t know how anyone would be able to miss what’s so obvious. It’s all in his eyes, just how perturbed Regulus is. Before that day in the woods, James was sure that Regulus was made of stone. Now, he can see right through him as though he’s made of water. James can’t help but wonder, if Regulus were to look at him right now, would he be able to see James just as clearly? Is it bad that James hopes he can?  “Potter, would you stop staring at me?” Regulus’ eyes sink shut as he leans over the table. “What’s the matter with you anyway–you look like you tried to eat a live dragon...”

No pressure of course but feel free to share a snippet :) @honeybcj @multiimoments @galaxostars @hues-of-words @thatmoonspell

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Wes "💁🏻" Borland

[gotankgo]

1976 - Detroit

[missuntitledblog]

Jusenkyo, the legendary training ground of cursed springs