#sighh ...

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Dr. Goldfoot -

Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine (1965)

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

ponyboy goes to Woodstock. he cries when Joan Benz sings help me make it through n thinks about that big ol feather bed he should have been sharin with a dark eyed boy out somewhere in the country. he makes it through. his friend does not.

[jenumarts]

Recent art.

[p1nk-dem0n]

VANTA, NIKO YOU’RE BOTH GROUNDED

INTO THE BOX OF SHAME

/silly

So if Bill!Sans is a mix between Bill Cipher and Sans, two of the most notable tumblr sexymen, does that mean that his rival would be a combination of Alastor and The Onceler

[nubbims]

The voices in my head say

[marveljesus69]

sorry chat 💔

[forgettable-au]

HE'S REAL

Now I'm gonna take him everywhere ehehehe

[siriusblackdevotee]

James and Lily had Harry during a war!! The possibility of them dying and leaving Harry alone was not something they were unaware of!! They knew it was completely possible, especially since they were literally fighting and targeted!! They didn't pick Godfather in your average, sweet, honorable, fluffy way!! it was literally life or death, it was about who they'd leave Harry to!! So the fact that mid war, targeted and threatened, they picked the one person they fully believed would be perfect to raise, protect and be responsible of Harry!! That was Sirius Black for a reason!!

If they did pick Sirius before the prophecy or before Harry's birth, before they were truly targetted, they stuck to that decision!!

But I. Still see. This fandom. Portraying Sirius. As an irresponsible caretaker. In Everyone Lives AUs. Mmm.

[fofelu]

Stay strong soldiers

[haveihitanerve]

The batkids physically lashing out at Bruce when they get angry because they know that he knows that they want him to duck away and not actually get hit.

But one day a Bruce who doesn't move. Doesn't duck the blow or twist so that it hits his chest instead of his ribs, who doesn't catch their wrist before they can make contact, because hes at his breaking point.

Because maybe this time he’s crossed the line and this time they don't want him to duck. Maybe this time they want to make contact and hit him for making the same mistake over and over and over again and maybe,

even though Dick gives him plenty of warning when he rocks back on his heels before throwing the first punch, he wants Bruce to know that.

And maybe the kids have a moment of shock, of horror, as they watch their fists, their staff, the butt of their gun, swing wide, and

Bruce does nothing, just stands there motionless, no hands raised to block, no twisting away to dodge, just makes eye contact with them and its too late to pull back, to soften the blow because its always been this dance so they never had to pull punches with him- because he was always fast enough- and theres nothing to do but watch in horror as their fist slams against his unprotected jaw. As the staff explodes against his ribs. As the gun collides heavily with his temple. 

And the shock and horror as Bruce sacks to the floor, or stumbles, hands moving to staunch the flow of blood, or to cradle the injury, but watch in even further horror as he does no move away. As he just stays and waits for the next blow, the next hit, just waits and is willing to take it. 

Because he hates himself that much. Because he’s crossed the line too many times and if they aren't willing to blame him for it he’ll do it himself. 

Idk. angst on the brain... or smth

[lilacgaby]

a day in the life with your baby and gojoo

satoru woke up to his daughter tugging on the edge of his shirt. he was laid next to you, you in his arms passed out from the headache that was a toddler, so he slowly crept out of bed to go with her.

they thought they were being sneaky, but the constant shush sounds she made and their loud giggles woke you up right away. you stayed put for a second, but jumped out suddenly, scaring them.

after laughing at their horrified faces and the fact that satoru got into a fighting pose, you all decided on chocolate pancakes for the morning. satoru fed her like an airplane and she would try and do the same back to him, but he was too tall. he bent down to an uncomfortable height just so she could do it back to him (he was sure his back would hurt later).

after eating, your daughter begged and begged to go to the park. you didn't want to, but satoru spoiled her rotten, so he started to beg you too. now you had two losers pulling on you to go out the door. you finally relented, throwing on some going out clothes and shoes, as you walked to the park.

they fought on who would hold your hand until you just grabbed both their hands at once, silencing them. they were calm.. until they made it to the park at least.

there, the two went rabid. you pretended like you didn't know either of them as satoru ran through the slides and top of the park, as he swung to crazy heights and jumped, falling onto his stomach making your daughter burst into giggles. they camped at the top of the playground, eating snacks that they had sneaked when you weren't watching. satoru even letting her have a bit of candy, which you wouldn't approve of before dinner.

you were having fun just watching, until the two walked up with mischievous looks in their eyes. you were about to question them, as satoru suddenly picked you up, with your daughter cheering him on. he put you on his lap as you slid down the slide, your daughter crashing into you from behind.

you glared at them jokingly, before it was time for you to head back home. as you cooked dinner, your daughter's eyes started to droop closed. satoru carried her to bed, it was already eight? he read her a book as she smiled, holding his hand as she drifted off to bed.

satoru and you ate in the living room, cuddled close as you pigged out, exhausted by the day you had.

you were ready to go to bed when you felt satoru lay his head on your shoulder. he was passed out too. you sighed and shut off the tv, falling asleep next to him.

when you woke up, your daughter was sandwiched between the two of you, fast asleep. you smiled as your heart felt warm from the love you had for your two idiots.

[wishchip106]

i love when gay people have matching posters

[grogumaximus]

[glassofpumpkinjuice]

when will it be my turn

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - The Comedy of Terrors (1963)

[emperormoth101]

ILL FINISH THIS SOMEDAY if i figure out what to do for the last few scenes (did NOT finish their storyboard suffered the consequences)