#so MY HYDE is ginger.

[prettyinaccurate]

thats the feeling of beeeing edwARD HYYYYYYYYYYYYYDE

[mukimpo]

back with some more concert photos! scanned by me from L'Arc~en~Ciel 1996 IS photobook

[i-smoke-chapstick]

Hi! Plz may I request smth super smutty and likely weird with the Valeska twins and a dom reader? (Hell, make it poly if you want!😏😉 if not, separate is also fine🥰 ) I just love the thought of those two getting fucked senseless, they'd be so pretty 😘 maybe including but by no means limited to: pegging, slight mommy kink, edging, over stim, bondage... etc... and followed up by some really fluffy aftercare 🥰

As for a song, my brain keeps going back to Mz. Hyde by Halestorm. So that, I guess!

‘MZ. HYDE,

-GOTHAM!VALESKA TWINS X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; The Valeska twins meet their match ;)

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!valeska twins x female reader. SMUT!!! wrote hcs ahh!! FemDom!reader, readers a brat tamer. THREESOME!! Bondage, pegging, overstimulation, mommy kink, and more!!! some incestous undertones on jerome’s part but not really. I love dom!reader sm <3 ty for this request gave me a random burst of motivation. Fluffy aftercare ofc <3 our boys need love !!! after getting their brains fucked out

♫ “I will gently violate your mind, before I tuck you in / my poison is your remedy.” Mz. Hyde by Halestorm

⋆ Taming these boys is hard, but boy is it worth it.

⋆ First and foremost, how you ever managed to get them to share you is a miracle. But, reader, you have the both of them wrapped around your finger.

⋆ They are both completely two different types of subs, but both brats in different ways. Jerome especially.

⋆ Starting off with Jerome, he practically feeds off everything you say. He vies for your attention so desperately, and your degradtion; for both him and his brother alike. Every word you say, he’s hanging off of. He’s so desperate to be punished, it’s hard to resist.

⋆ Jerome is definitely a lot more teasing. He’ll stretch out on the kingsized mattress in all his glory, preening like a cat, ready to be taken. His eyes light up in a crazed expectation, excitement filling him. His cock is throbbing at your words. Every single “You’re a sick fucking animal.” You utter to him while he writhes below you, he loves. He gets drunk on being degraded.

⋆ Speaking of which, he wants to be fucked like an animal in heat. If you two are fucking, he’ll want to grab your hips, whining loudly, trying to control your movements. You’ll have to slap his hands away, and he’ll pout and growl. If you’re pegging him, he’s grinning and giggling like a maniac, trying to spew out vague jokes and insults, only for you to shut him up with each thrust. When you hit that sweet spot inside of him, his eyes are rolling back, and he’s pausing in his speech- faltering under your touch.

⋆ He also loves watching you peg his brother; it’s thrilling for him to see his typically always-in-control brother who typically ruins his fun be shut up for once and just take it. He’ll laugh and point as he watches, 100% getting off on the degradation of his brother.

⋆ “How’s it feel, brother?” Jerome is taunting, palming his cock in his hand, making fun of Jeremiah. Jeremiah isn’t pleased in the slightest, but it’s hard to snarl something back when he’s getting his hole fucked deep and senseless.

⋆ I’ve mentioned before, Jerome never shuts up. So you’ll have to make him. Make that ginger CHOKE on your strap-on, shoving it down his throat. Watch him wildly gag and look up at you with big almost innocent eyes. His spit will dribble down onto the make-shift cock, making a sloppy mess of his mouth.

⋆ Jeremiah is much more composed, but also gets a kick out of finally seeing his brother shut the fuck up for once in his life.

⋆ Unlike Jerome, Jeremiah is much more hesitant to be dominated, pegged, or tied up. He’s a bit of a narcotic control freak- he’s spent his whole life trying to be in control, so it’s harder to get him to cave.

⋆ You’ll have to be more methodical in your approach. It will take awhile for him to to want to be pegged, so you start small- with slow and sopping blowjobs, feeling him trying to thread his hands through your hair. Everytime he reaches out for you, you’ll remove your lips from his cock, and his lip will curl with annoyance. At first he’ll be angry, constantly trying to give you commands, but it’s useless unless he wants to cum. By the end of it, you’ll have the man begging for your mouth back on his member, through raw tears from being edged hours on end.

⋆ Jeremiah will beg, and that level of submission will break him. From then on, he’ll trust you more, and realize his brother might be right- it is fun to let go. From then on, the two of them will practically worship you.

⋆ They are both big fans of being overstimulated. Jerome will be whining, rolling his head and eyes back, tongue out his mouth. You’ll watch his chest heave with each stroke, sticky cum staining your hand and sheets. Restraints holding him firmly in place. Jeremiah will be murmuring senseless pleads for you to stop, but when he cums over and over, he can hardly complain. He will thrust up into your hand, trying desperately to pull against the ropes around his wrists and legs.

⋆ Jerome has more of a mommy kink then Jeremiah does; and it’s a sore subject for him. It slips out randomly during one of your sexcapades, and Jeremiah will look at him incredulously before laughing. It’s his turn to taunt Jerome now. THIS will get under Jerome’s skin, and he’ll go red in the face, lip trembling while he struggles not to cum right then and there from the sheer humilation.

⋆ In terms of aftercare, PLEASE take care of these boys. Jerome will be overtly clingy, and Jeremiah overtly embarrassed. Jeremiah will insist he takes a shower first, and Jerome will be glad to have your sole attention in the mean time.

⋆ Both of them aren’t used to being taken care of. And both of them feel infinitely grateful. When I say they would do anything for you, I mean anything. Que Jeremiah watching you clean him up, looking at you like your the only pure thing in the world from lidded eyes. Jerome is equally as intrigued, never being treated with a soft touch before you.

⋆ Expect playful banter by the time you clean them up, mostly from Jerome. You’ll be cuddled up together in the sheets, Jerome’s head laying on your thighs, and Jeremiah’s head laid between your breasts.

⋆ “So…Y/N, which one of us has the bigger dick?”

⋆ “You two are literally identical, Jerome.”

⋆ “She just doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. It’s obviously me.” Jeremiah will snidely chime, small smirk on his face.

⋆ The sibling rivalry continues to persist, Jerome sticking his tongue out at him and blowing a raspberry on your thighs, which tickles.

⋆ Like I said, you have these two boys wrapped around your finger.

[cleolinda]

My 10,000% favorite Florence song is not on the new anthology. I am incensed. I fell in love with “Howl” in… autumn 2017? That was when I really got into Florence + the Machine, but it was also around the time I was watching a lot of old Hammer Horror movies, and it was a great mood.

For whatever reason, Apple Music actually lists this as my #1 most listened song. I don’t know. The ears want what they want. I think one of the things I love about the song—well, first off, I don’t specialize in werewolves the way I do vampires, and maybe I should look into it. I have a sense (that I don’t have enough knowledge to really prove or disprove) that werewolf movies about women/femmes are generally about empowerment (Ginger Snaps is the one that comes to mind), about breaking out of repression or oppression (for which they may be punished, or they might get away with it). Whereas your classic The Wolf Man narrative (male), was more guilty Jekyll dealing with villainous Hyde, “stop me before I hurt someone again,” loved ones weeping over the dead hero in his redeemed human form and all that. (Probably nobody remembers the Mike Nichols Wolf but me, but it’s an empowerment narrative for a male character, an exception that proves the rule. If I get started on Van Helsing, which flips who's weeping over who, I’ll get mad about the ending all over again.)

The song “Howl,” though, isn’t a full narrative with an ending of either/any moral; it’s an experience in progress—

If you could only see the beast you've made of me I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart

—and a warning:

Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters A man who is pure at heart and says his prayers by night May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright

Love, as they say in Crimson Peak, makes monsters of us all.

[definatelymrhyde]

So my friend and I were talking about making Jekyll and Hyde cosplays, then I mentioned that I wouldn’t buy a wig if it weren’t for the fact my hair is currently dyed ginger. So of course my friend immidiately starts going on about how if Hyde is short, and if I were to just not buy a wig for the cosplay I would be leprechaun Hyde.

LEPRECHAUN HYDE.

[floppydiskettess]

Hi! I’d like to request a Hyde x reader for Coffee Talk please. It can be about anything! Thank you!

MY FIRST COFFEE TALK REQUEST EEE!!! I TOTALLY THOUGHT THIS FANDOM WAS LIKE NON EXISTANT DHDHDNSNSN. PLEASE ENJOY !!!!

also im super duper sorry for not uploading lately, my motivation has been low and im kinda insecure ab my writing rn so im hesitant to post djdjsdn

CONFESSIONS AND FIRST DATES (Hyde coffee talk)

it was a typical day in your cafe, silver and amanda had just left to prepare for their upcoming trip they planned. you were really happy for them truly, but you would miss silver's presence.

lost in thought, you suddenly notice a pale slim finger tapping the counter. you look up to see the gothic model that you have grown to become fond of throughout the time of his visits.

"mr. hyde! sorry about that, i zoned out. what is new with you?"

he smirks and rests his face in his hands. "hm. i noticed. not much is new with me though, but are you alright? hope i wasn't i interupting anything important" he said with a chuckle.

you blush awkwardly at that. hoping he hadn't been waiting for you to refocus on real life for too long. he was quite stand-off ish and wary when you had first met but after the few months you have known him he has warmed up to you. he is a special customer to you. (but don't tell freya that.)

"no..sorry, i was just reflecting on some stuff. anyhow enough about me, would you fancy a drink?"

you could see his smirk grow a bit wider through his hands before he put his hands down and picked up his phone. "just my usual, you remember it right?"

you nod and he smiles once again before typing on his phone. you quickly busy yourself with his drink. you gently cut the ginger into fine slices before mixing into the sweet hibiscus mix. you pour it into a freshly cleaned cup before turning around. you notice that he was staring attently as you made his drink. you smiled at him before placing it on the counter for him.

"here you go, one zobo."

he gently picks up the cup before taking a sip, letting the flavour of the drink sink in. he hums before speaking again.

"good girl. i am a little suprised you remembered" he says with a smirk

you blush at the nickname before shooting back with a coy smile "how could i forget my favourite customers drink? it's not like you don't spend a lot of time here afterall. i can't tell if you come for the drinks or to visit me." you tease back at him.

for the first time, you notice a pale yet subtle blush spread across his face. his complexion quickly turning a light crimson. but before you can mention it however he nervously coughs and takes another sip of his drink. you make sure to store that memory to tease him about later..

he quickly busies himself doing something with his phone, seemingly typing agressivly to someone. he seems to have no more interest in speaking so you turn around to busy yourself with some leftover dishes from some earlier customers.

after about 5 minutes, you dry your hands and turn around to check on your customer. you are met with his gaze staring deeply at you as if he was long in thought. you feel a little nervous under his glare but you try to disregard it but when you go to retrieve the now finished drink you gently graze your hand on his. this seems to snap his out of it as he quickly looks up at you standing above him. you look down at him as you both just stare at eachother as if you were both scared to move.

from this view, you can see the makeup adorning his face. the concealer he had on under his eyes slightly fading so you could catch just a glimpse of his tired eyes. his skin looked incredible as if he keeps good care of it, you always wished you had effortless skin like his. as your eyes move over his face his blush gets deeper and deeper, but you assume by now your own face was bright red as well. you could just barely hear the quick and soft breaths coming from him, you were quite thankful nobody else was here right now as it would be quite the sight to see. the soft music in the background completely tuned out as you just focus on him.

you quickly realize how close and awkward it was, so you shakingly begin to pull away from him. before you can move far though you feel a warm hand grabbing your apron. you notice how he is no longer sitting and is pressed against the countertop standing so he can reach you. you feel yourself get pulled back before feeling a gentle warmth touch your cheek.

oh shit, he just kissed your cheek

you immediately lose all composure accepting that it is much to difficult to act unaffected by this.

you softly whisper his name in suprise as you look at the ground as if avoiding his gaze. his grip on you softens as he shakingly lets you go.

"i..i am so sorry. i had better leave...thank you for the drink." he stutters out nervously as he quickly gathers his belongings. you stare at him in awe of what had just happened.

before he can leave however you reach out and grab onto his dress shirt, he turns around startled.

"...can i at least get your number..? incase you ever want to talk outside of the cafe you know?"

he looks suprised but he nods as he writes down his own number on a peice of paper.

"here. this is my personal phone...sometime we should go out for food, if you want to of course." he says calmly with a soft smile that is rare to see

you nod and smile back at him "i would love that..have a good rest of your night Hyde."

he relaxes and smiles back at you before walking out of the cafe.when the room was empty, you slumped down onto one of the benches and softly laughed. looking forward to your next encounter with the mysterious vampire. you save his number and send a quick hello text.

soon after, your phone softly beeps.

a/n: hi djsjsjjdjsjs im sorry this is si bad...like i said im really not happy with my writing lately it has been very bad and cringe. im not doing to great so it has been super hard to work on the requests.

[sleepingdayaway]

Gala Tea

Based on the game Coffee Talk. Which I highly recommend you check out, and I’m a sucker for cozy games. Also I’m no barista. I’m just a person that enjoys games-

Characters: Gala and Barista (you)

Rain falls down outside on the street as you watch, the night owls that roam the night, from the safety of your warm building. The sound of your playlist echoes around the room, as well as the strong scent of coffee that lingers around. It wasn’t until the machine next to you that broke your trance, as you turned around to face your stock of ingredients. Everything appears to be in order and nothing is lacking for the night; the ringing of the bell from your door catches your attention.

A polite smile is placed on your lips and you turned around to face the person, “Welcome! Please have a sea-”

In front of you is one of your regulars. A werewolf with a large intimidating build that would surely scare many people at first glance. Multiple scars covers his arms as well as band-aids to cover some of them, with quite a few also marking his face. The exhausted look that is etched on his face, ages him quite well. After all, Gala isn’t necessarily very young, thanks to his werewolf life span.

The polite smile is replaced with a small genuine one, once your eyes laid on him. Gala takes a moment for the rain water to dry up a bit before walking over and taking a seat on one of the many chairs in front of you. The chair creaks for a moment under his weight, but it doesn’t budge after that as he leaned forward on the counter.

“Good evening, [Name].” A tired smile is shown as he greets you warmly. Ever so polite you greeted him back with a bit more enthusiasm. He glances around for a moment before speaking up. “Am I your first customer for the night?”

“Yes, you are Mr. Gala. Lucky you since that means you’ll have the fresher ingredients right away,”

Gala perks up at your words before shaking his head with small chuckles escaping his lips. “Now then you’re making me feel special with your words.” He replies as he leans a bit forward on the counter.

The aura of comfort that this small coffee shop gives to him is nothing to scoff at. Either after or before his shift does he try to make time to stop by and enjoy a drink here. Gala is thankful for finding this place that opens late at night during his working hours, that serves good coffee. Lyric-less music fills his ears as he enjoys this moment with you.

A hazy gleam covers his eyes as he stares at you, leaning forward with his head resting on his propped up hand. The soft yellow glow of the lights inside bounces off your figure. He notices you turning around to grab at familiar ingredients to create a certain drink that soothes him well.

That’s one of the small things he enjoyed about you. How you always have an accurate reading on what every regular that comes here feel like drinking on these nights. Gala always appreciates the challenges that you take on with their silly requests.

Never hesitating to lend an ear to whoever comes in. Whipping up a hot drink that will assist to whoever is willing to open up. The way that you somehow were able to bring people together with just coffee and a few conversations. People that he now considers close friends with, and even managing to bring him and Hyde even closer.

It’s with this feeling that he hopes that you also adore his company.

Without hesitation did you turned back and gave the man a teasing look, “Oh? Have you not felt special before? That’s a shame, I feel like you would have earlier since two of my drinks are named after you.”

Gala’s hazy stare was replaced with a shocked one when you looked back at him. He barks out a laugh with a pink tint to face, a bit embarrassed that he might’ve been caught staring, before responding, “I believe it’s only because those drinks were made specifically for me.”

You laughed softly while preparing the Blue Pea for a specific drink in mind. Grabbing the small cutting board with the ginger root and a knife; making sure that the root was cut properly. The milk also being prepped once the ginger has been cut.

The silence between the both of you was not tense. How could it, when you seemingly only radiate trust and a sense of peace. If Gala is going to be honest, it feels as if he could wear his heart on his sleeve around you.He wonders that if he presents it to you; would you handle it with the same warmth that fills the soul of many?

He is broken out of his thoughts when a familiar drink is placed in front of him. The beautiful color of blue that is matched with the art from the milk with bits of ginger in the mix.

Gala looks up at you and is a bit off guard when he notices the look in your eyes. A gaze that expresses everything at once and it feels like he’s seen it before. Locked in an eye contact that converses a silent longing did you finally speak out.

“One Gala Tea for you, on the house.”

Ah.

Now he remembers where that look you gave him was from.

It’s the same one he catches himself making for you.

[andromedavwrites]

Sorry if I’m yapping I’m just obsessed - sorry what ok continuing

Idk if you’re waiting reveal it or something but can you please say you’re fancasts (is it considered a fancast if you’re literally the creator? Or the half creator since it’s a reboot?) for your reboot?

I love eah fancasts / just fancasts in general and the way you’ve mentioned some of them in other posts makes me so curious

!!!!!

i never talk about my cast but here’s the list!!(i probably fucked up names on this, i have like five times)

these aren’t set in stone obv, and one of them is a joke bc i thought it would be funny if a certain someone played Rumplestiltskin-

Raven Queen played by Callie Haverda

Apple White played by Mckenna Grace

Madeline Hatter played by Momona Tamada

Briar Beauty played by Kyleigh Curran

Cedar Wood played by Maliah Baker

Ashlynn Ella played by Trinity Likins

C. A. Cupid played by Sarah Dorothy Little

Blondie Lockes played by Ava Kolker

Ginger Breadhouse played by Iman Vellani

Duchess Swan played by Rina Johnson

Darling Charming played by Clementine Lea Spieser

Farah Goodfairy played by Cheyenne Hinojosa

Cerise Hood played by Ashley Sarmentio

Daring Charming played by Tait Blum

Dexter Charming played by Jacob Tremblay

Sparrow Hood played by Dallas Young

Hunter Huntsman played by Mateo Gallegos

Humphrey Dumpty played by Issiah Russel-Bailey

Kitty Cheshire played by Miya Cech

Lizzie Hearts played by Sofia Chicorelli Serna

Alastair Wonderland played by Walker Bryant

Bunny Blanc played by Xochtil Gomez

Chase Redford played by Parker Bates

Courtly Jester played by Trixie Hyde

Meeshell Mermaid played by Sophie Grace

Jillian Beanstalk played by Brianni Walker

Hopper Croakington II played by Jentzen Ramirez

Melody Piper played by Oona O’Brian

Ramona Badwolf played by Symonne Harrison

She played by Izabella Rose

Poppy O’Hair played by Anais Lee

Holly O’Hair played by Mirabelle Lee

Brooke Page played by Pixie Davies

Gus Crumb played by Jace Chapman

Helga Crumb played by Camron Seely

Travis Thumb played by Amari O’Neil

Prudence Step played by Lilo Baier

Charlotte Step played by Ava Ro

Lily Bo-Peep played by Lotus Blossom

Zypherus Wynd played by Camren Conerly

Aquilona Wynd played by Trinitee Stokes

Charity Charming played by Kaylin Hayman

Clara Lear played by Scarlet Spencer

Mahlee Black played by Daria Johns

Coral Witch played by Michela Luci

Nathan Nutcracker played by Finn Little

Justine Dancer played by Priah Ferguson

Witchy Brew played by Pilot Saraceno

Nina Thumbell played by Ella Noel

Felix Princely played by Jackson Dollinger

Tucker Merry played by Miguel Cazarez Mora

Marsha King played by Alexa Nisenson

Jackie Frost played by Anya Taylor-Joy

Northwind Frost played by Logan Lerman

Milton Grimm played by Frank Whaley

Giles Grimm played by Kieran Mulroney

Baba Yaga played by Olga Kurylenko

Rumplestiltskin played by Danny DeVito

Pied Piper played by Collin Donell

Mad Hatter played by Paul Wesley or Alex Hefner

The White Queen played by Kate Winslet

Mr. Badwolf played by Con O’Neil

Momma Bear played by Nathalie Boltt

Papa Bear played by William Baldwin

Coach Gingerbread played by Hill Harper

Snowelle White played by Alison Brie

Elvira Queen played by Clemence Poesy

Good King played by Matt Lanter

Snow Queen played by Lisa Kudro

Snow King played by Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Lance Charming played by Dan Stevens

Bryce Frost played by Shailene Woodley

Pie played by ?

Butternut played by ?

Cheshire Cat played by Stephanie Hsu

Queen of Hearts played by Meghan Ory

White Rabbit played by Joe Arquette

Cook played by Olivia Hack

i have spent… so long thinking about my cast for this i would DIE if i got even half of these actors to play the characters in the reboot!!

[jellogram]

October/Halloween Movie List Inspo by Theme!!!!

I probably forgot or omitted a ton of stuff so please don't get mad lol. Most of the older ones are available on YouTube or Tubi, the majority are in English, and most of the lists are in chronological order. I also avoided most sequels for simplicity's sake. I've seen most but not all of these so no content warnings are listed, so be sure to check accordingly.

🎃💀🎃💀🎃💀🎃💀

The Silent Era:

The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920)

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1920)

The Phantom Carriage (1921)

Nosferatu (1922)

Häxan (1922)

The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1923)

The Phantom of the Opera (1925)

Faust (1926)

Vampyr (1932) (Almost silent)

The Universal Monsters Starter Pack

Dracula (1931)

Frankenstein (1931)

The Mummy (1932)

The Invisible Man (1933)

Bride of Frankenstein (1935)

The Wolf Man (1941)

Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954)

Best of Hitchcock Horror

Rope (1948)

Strangers on a Train (1951)

Rear Window (1954)

Vertigo (1958)

Psycho (1960)

The Birds (1963)

Classic Slashers

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974)

Halloween (1978)

Friday the 13th (1980)

The Evil Dead (1981)

A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984)

Child's Play (1988)

Candyman (1992)

Scream (1996)

The "Science Fiction/Double Feature" Collection from the Rocky Horror intro:

The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951)

Flash Gordon (various serials 1936-1940)

The Invisible Man (1933)

King Kong (1933)

It Came From Outer Space (1953)

Doctor X (1932)

Forbidden Planet (1956)

Tarantula! (1955)

The Day of the Triffids (1962)

Night of the Demon (1957)

When Worlds Collide (1951)

Cult Classic and B-movie MegaMarathon

Them! (1954)

The Blob (1958)

Plan 9 From Outer Space (1959)

The Beast of Yucca Flats (1961)

Night of the Living Dead (1968)

The Wicker Man (1973)

The Phantom of the Paradise (1974)

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)

Eraserhead (1977)

Attack of the Killer Tomatoes (1978)

The Thing (1981)

The Evil Dead (1981)

Clue (1985)

Elvira (1988)

Killer Klowns from Outer Space (1988)

Donnie Darko (2001)

Birdemic (2008)

Jennifer's Body (2009)

The "I Miss the Old Tim Burton" Watch List

Vincent (1982)

Beetlejuice (1988)

Batman (1989)

Edward Scissorhands (1990)

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

Sleepy Hollow (1993)

Mars Attacks (1996)

The Corpse Bride (2005)

Sweeney Todd (2007)

Dark Shadows (2012)

Macabre Musicals

The Phantom of the Paradise (1974)

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)

Little Shop of Horrors (1986)

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

Corpse Bride (2005)

Sweeney Todd (2007)

Repo! The Genetic Opera (2008)

The Lure (2015)

The 90s Nostalgia Mixtape

Edward Scissorhands (1990)

The Witches (1990)

The Addams Family (1991)

Death Becomes Her (1992)

Hocus Pocus (1993)

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

Casper (1995)

The Craft (1996)

Scream (1996)

Halloweentown (1998)

The Blair Witch Project (1999)

The "God Forbid Women Do Anything" MegaMarathon

Carrie (1976)

Suspiria (1977)

Heathers (1989)

The Witches (1990)

The Craft (1996)

Ringu (1998)

Ginger Snaps (2000)

Teeth (2007)

Jennifer's Body (2009)

Black Swan (2010)

A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night (2014)

The Lure (2015)

The VVitch (2015)

Raw (2016)

Midsommar (2019)

Us (2019)

Last Night in Soho (2021)

X (2022)

Scary Found Footage

The Blair Witch Project (1999)

Rec (2007)

Paranormal Activity (2007)

Cloverfield (2008)

Lake Mungo (2008)

Unfriended (2014)

As Above, So Below (2014)

Creep (2014)

Host (2020)

Dracula Through the Ages

Nosferatu (1922)

Dracula (1931)

Horror of Dracula (1958)

Dracula (1979)

Nosferatu the Vampyre (1979)

The Monster Squad (1987)

Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992)

Van Helsing (2004)

Dracula Untold (2014)

The Film Bro Starter Pack (Spooky Edition)

The Exorcist (1973)

Alien (1979)

The Shining (1980)

The Silence of the Lambs (1991)

American Psycho (2000)

Donnie Darko (2001)

Get Out (2017)

Eye Candy

Suspiria (1977)

Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992)

Pan's Labyrinth (2006)

Coraline (2009)

Crimson Peak (2015)

The Love Witch (2016)

The Neon Demon (2016)

Mandy (2018)

Last Night in Soho (2021)

The Munsters (2022)

Movies My Mom Doesn't Realize Are Gay

Rope (1948)

A Nightmare on Elm Street 2 (1985)

The Lost Boys (1987)

Hellraiser (1987)

Interview with the Vampire (1994)

The Craft (1996)

Black Swan (2010)

[amchara]

Trick or treat~ (for TSC)🎃

Hello!

Most of my recent TSC thoughts have been half-formed post Chain of Thorns ideas - so may I offer this snippet of a potentially dead-in-the-water Gracetopher fic, which is erm- not the happiest but in theme with the spooky, beyond the grave side of Halloween.

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Grace opened her eyes. The sky was a soft blue, shot through with wispy gold clouds. She took a deep breath and for the first time in months, the stomach-churning scent of burnt tyres, leaking gas mains and damp that had permeated London for months had cleared from her nostrils.

No wailing air sirens. 

Instead, there was a faint whistling song that was growing closer. 

Grass blades tickled the backs of her calves as she sat up. The evening raid had happened so swiftly she hadn’t time to pull on her nylons before droning sounds had her scrambling to the shelter. 

Grace searched her last memories before she woke up. A little boy’s sobs as he clung to his mother, terrified. The almost melodic distant, shattering glass, and the percussive feel of bombs falling ever closer. Until the final scream and percussive shockwave that had pulled the air from her lungs, a crushing vice.  

She had survived close calls before but…Grace let out a slow exhale as she pulled the pieces together. 

Funny, she thought, lifting her eyes towards the horizon, she hadn’t expected the afterlife to look like Hyde Park on a spring day. And then she stilled, her fingers grasping in her dress as she recognised the figure in front of her.

He set the enormous picnic basket to the side and crouched down.  

It had been so many long years ago but Christopher’s gentle smile was ever the same. 

“Hullo Grace,” he said. 

“Hello, Christopher,” she replied faintly. “I’m dead, aren’t I?”

“Yes, I’m afraid so,” he told her, and there was an endearing tilt to his head, as he took gauge of her expression. “Rotten luck that but uh. Well, I brought us a picnic.”

Grace nodded. She helped him unpack it, pulling out bottles of cold lemonade and ginger beer, pickled eggs, ham and chicken sandwiches, a Victorian sponge and a small case of lemon tarts. Grace’s mouth watered. They had been on rationing since early winter, and it had been months since she’d had proper cake. 

“I wasn’t sure I’d be allowed here,” she said, her eyes watering as she recovered from a particularly fiery mouthful of ginger beer. She gestured around the idyllic landscape. “That I’d done enough.”

He was quiet beside her, before setting down his lemon tart. The kind, inquisitive look behind his glasses loosened something behind her heart, as violet eyes gazed into hers. “Grace. You know it was never about atonement, don’t you?” 

She looked down, tracing patterns on the brightly striped picnic blanket, the faded scar from the missing Voyance rune still visible, before his hand closed over hers. Unlike others, he didn’t try to squeeze it or stroke, and she remembered with a heartwrench the delicate way they had worked together, all those years ago. 

She let out a shuddering sigh. “I did know that. But I doubted it at times,” she confessed. “It… was hard.”

“But you made your way,” he reminded her.  

--

(Ask me for a Halloween writing treat)

[prettyinaccurate]

jekyll and hyde except its how i pictured them the first time i read the book like 7 years ago

[mukimpo]

been awhile since i last uploaded! scanned by me from L'Arc~en~Ciel IS 1996 photobook

[wednesdaysgun]

snow is fallin, all around you (wednesday x tyler)

Tyler’s mother had loved Christmas, always forced his excitable young self and his grouchy father out into the snow to play for hours on end. One of the rare times he’d seen his father truly smile, playing with him and his mother as snowflakes fell. But now those memories washed over him like a bucket of ice water, drowning any warm feelings that he may have felt.  Christmas was a time of dread in the Galpin household, his father bought him presents that he would pretend to enjoy out of sympathy, which would then never be touched again after Boxing Day. They’d sit there in silence as ill-fitting Christmas music played over a shitty stereo, his father drinking as Tyler looked at the pictures on the wall for a way out.  Morticia and Gomez’ invitation to the Addam’s Estate for the winter came at the most excellent time. His father had been cold, excuse the pun, since the investigation was closed and he had been protected from the authorities. Maybe his son committing such atrocities, or even him having to go against his own law book, had been enough for him to somewhat disown Tyler in his mind. Let alone the sheriff’s distaste for a certain black-haired beauty that may or may not have been his new master.

So, he went to the Addams’. For a family so backwards in the most eccentric way, their celebration was truly wonderful. Seeing Wednesday’s parents under the mistletoe, watching Pugsley wrap fairy lights around Thing so hard he lost circulation on his index. Even Wednesday got into the spirit for her family.  “Christmas is the celebration of false religion and commercialism. Nothing says Happy Birthday to God like buying out the Christmas decoration section at Walmart, or making silly little gingerbread men you’re bound to decapitate. I’d simply rather cut out the middle man, the middle man being Jesus, and decapitate the Ginger bastards on my own time.” Wednesday ranted, pacing back and forth. Tyler simply watched this outcry occur, noting this may have been the most she had ever spoken at one interval. Enid would’ve piped up if she’d been there, stepping in to at least try and defend the Christmas Spirit that laid dormant in her until November. Tyler hoped it was Wednesday becoming comfortable around him, but he assumed she simply really hated the Holidays. Probably as she was destined to return home, without him. 

Then seeing him turn up after Lurch had vanished for a few hours, collecting him from Jericho and landing him on the doorstep like a present from Krampus himself. Wednesday refused the smile that begged to take her lips, simply grabbing him and pulling him into the house and into her arms. He looked beautiful, his face and skin tinged red from the cold. She smelt intoxicating, he thought to himself in her embrace, like gasoline and cinnamon. He’d pay for not telling her Morticia’s plan sooner, but right now she just wanted to bask in his presence without thinking of homicide.  Satan, he had changed her. She loved thinking of homicide at the holidays. Waking up in Wednesday’s coffin, he noticed the heat that radiated from her form. Curled up around him, like a black cat. Arms still crossed over her chest, like that would change regardless of her sleeping state. A soft grin formed over his face, bringing his digits to unplait her hair from the night before. He’d had much practise now with her iconic braids, how to gently untangle them so he could redo it soon after. Standing behind her as she watched him in the mirror, instructing him what part of hair needed to go where. He got the hang of it, a self-proclaimed quick learner when it came to her commands. Nothing got her more than watching him focusing so heavily on her hair, then seeing his head duck to her neck, nipping and biting in a way that makes her positively shudder. She wakes up at his fingers grazing her scalp, and as soon as her eyes open to meet his he is back at square one again. Even the Hyde is humming in content, his Master looking up at him. The Hyde felt protected, safe. All because of the small little human. 

“Morning, monster.” He said affectionately, voice still dripping with sleep. It was a low rumble in his chest, next to his love’s ear. Tyler felt her shift at the nickname, making him feel somewhat more secure. “Morning.” Wednesday replies curtly, still not breaking the eye contact. She still couldn’t bring herself to call him a nickname, blaming the PTSD from her parents. His hands run through her long hair, coming up to rest behind her nack and cradle her face. Giving her a soft kiss, both their hearts skip the same beat. Suddenly, the door to Wednesday’s childhood room breaks open. Uncle Fester and Pugsley run in, babbling excitedly as their heavy footsteps reverberate through the wood of the coffin. Tyler jumps. Wednesday hides a grin.  “Do you mind? Pugsley, if you forget your manners again when coming in here I will not hesitate to reteach you.” The little boy grinned at the thought. He’d missed their waterboarding sessions while she was away. “Excuse the intrusion, stormcloud!” Fester booms, “It’s snowing and the little blister wanted you and Tyler to play.” Play? Who does Pugsley think his sister is, defective? Before a word can come from her lips to send the two on their way, Tyler pipes up with a look Wednesday had not yet seen in his eyes. “It’s snowing?” He questions Pugsley, all but vibrating with excitement. Tyler jumps to his feet from the coffin, leaving Wednesday feeling suddenly cold, and runs to the windows. Her brother and her boyfriend rip either windows’ curtains apart, pulling a hiss from Wednesday at the sudden light in the room. So many distractions at the Addams’ house, she noted. The three boys are jumping in excitement, and Wednesday’s heart does melt. Only a small bit. Her uncle and brother run to find Gomez and Morticia, leaving the two in the room alone once more. “I never knew you liked the snow so much,” Wednesday questioned. “It makes sense.” He truly was a little golden retriever, it should have made her stomach churn. Standing up and slinking her way to his standing dorm, she watches his stance reduce to fit hers. His cheeks reddened in a way she adored, so sweetly. “Our family used to be really big on Christmas.” She didn’t need to know how deep the scar ran. “I missed it, is all.” Understatement of the year, and she can see it. Of course she can, she can feel it. Every-time he lies or tells a half-truth, she gets it out of him in record time. Wednesday chose not to pry for once, instead wrapping her arms around his waist and watching him fully sink into her form. Feeling his warmth once again.  “It just so happens that your new family is just as big on Christmas,” Tylers eyes lit up, “So you make me a coffee, we’ll get ready, and I’ll run you through the rules of the Addams Graveyard Snow Fight.” She instructed. He litters small pecks all over her face and she tries desperately not to let the skin flush. Her efforts are in vain.  “Yes Wednesday.” He smiles, eyes flashing a second of golden yellow at the command. And for a second, just a small one, Tyler feels at home again. In this strange house that creaks like its breathing, with his girlfriend who has slowly let the ice of her exterior melt for him. It’s not what he was used to, but god was it needed.

“Good boy.” The nickname awakes death moths in his stomach, clawing their way through the skin. Tyler smirks, simply scooping the smaller being into his arms and running through the house. Wednesday protests, hitting his chest and demanding to be let down, but he just laughs. Carrying her bridal style through the family home’s twisting halls, past her parents room. The elder couple do not say a word, sharing a look they know all too well. Their little storm cloud has found her thunder.

[ask-andrew-montrose]

Mr. Montrose, good evening.

I have not had the chance or reason to introduce myself to you before tonight: my name is Elland de Strontium, perhaps William has mentioned my name before, he is a dear friend. This brings me to the point of this letter.

I have heard from multiple of my friends that you have been rather mean to some of the people in the castle, for no apparent reason. Your actions and tongue tend to take you places people don't want you wanderi—

*There is a huge line of smudged ink where the next letter should have been, and the following line is written in very neat and calligraphic handwriting. There is a pretty swirl at the beginning of the letter "M".*

Monty, hi~ Saw you by the lake today reading a novel! Did not want to interrupt then but do let me know what books you like to read, maybe I'll share some of my favourites with you, too~ Happy hunting! Your ginger prey ♡

*The writing returns to its original form, much simpler but clearly written by a steady hand.*

Please, excuse Will, he keeps hijacking my letters. The last time it happened with Garreth the poor guy assumed Will had a crush on him.

My point is. I do not want to have any arguments with you but if it does come to you being rude to my friends again, I will not hesitate to have a conversation with you. I am aware of your attempts to apologize but the girls are right, you ought to try harder. As for Will... If I ever see him crying — I will find you, and having a conversation would be the least of your worries.

Do not take it as a threat: be mindful of your own actions and words.

Sincerely hope you heard me out, Elland de Strontium 🌙

Good Evening Elland,

What a pleasure that the first time we are speaking, it is with an adorable scolding as if I am a first year. It seems I shall have to be on my best behavior now that the big dogs have been set out on me. And to avoid the possibility of further duress - I assure you the above is sarcasm.

I would like to amend your statement to say that rather than 'being mean' I was simply being myself, admittedly my personality is slightly rough around the edges at first. An unfortunate by product of being raised in a rather competitive household, I'm afraid.

It is possible that while I focus on the competition, I lose sight of my manners. For that, I do not disagree with you...it is a ghastly shortcoming I can and do work to rectify. Not so much in response to your scolding, mind you, but more so in respect to those I have offended. It just takes me some time to warm up at first....but I would never genuinely want to hurt anyone. The line between banter and offense is one I toe far too closely, and I am aware of that. And I suppose I could use less middle fingers.

Although my words can be sharp, I will try to watch the focus of their blows. I may have had to use them as weapons for far too long that It has become too second nature.

It is true...I may not be the best at communicating my admiration for others at first. This does not mean that I don't consider them in a high regard.

More like a shot of whiskey, than everyone's cup of tea I suppose.

Regardless, you shouldn't need to worry about an additional conversation unless it's one on more jovial grounds which I look forward to having with you. I promise....I can be jovial when the mood strikes.

In the meantime, take my ......*COUGHS, CHOKES, ROLLS AROUND ON THE GROUND* apologies to the girls. And then I will apologize myself.

I also do not mind your hijacker's note. *Andrew smirks to himself at the words, clearly Will hadn't told Elland about every conversation they had* And he did? A crush? Hm. I wonder how that happened...

Please tell William I'd never mind his interruptions and have attached a copy of the reading I had with me earlier today if he's interested.

Until the next scolding,

Andrew

[Attached is a copy of The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, quite worn and heavily annotated.]

[wellntruly]

M*A*S*H - Viewguide, S2

Are you interested in the long-running anti-war situation tragicomedy M*A*S*H (1972-1983), but there are simply so many asterisks and so many episodes?

Well I can’t help you with the asterisks, but nor can I help myself: I started watching all 11 seasons of M*A*S*H, and bringing back for you my viewing selections, chosen for The Qualities.

— — —

I can tell I’ve really accessed the elder millennial (& elder) demographic with my M*A*S*H posting (doing...numbers? hullo!) by, above all, the 80% consistency rating of those reblogging it also adding tags. My people. We gotta find things later.

Season 2! Absolutely, get in here, loved this one: to bits. I did swing around the order again this time, primarily to pace the Hawkeye runs himself ragged episodes—too much of that at once might cause damage, nearly did me. I am kidding: I did not avoid this. Hi broken, I'm Dad!

M*A*S*H - Season 2 Recommended sequence

2x01 ‘Divided We Stand’ - A reintroduction to the 4077th in our second season together through the psychiatric officer sent to investigate whether they’ve all gone mad out there and should be broken up. Spoiler alert: of course, and of course not.

2x02 ‘5 O’Clock Charlie’ - Every day at 5 o’clock, a North Korean pilot flies overhead and tries* to bomb the nearby ammunition dump (*tries). Just chock-a-block with bits. Fun fact: Alda’s foppy infantry drag routine probably the moment I truly fell in love with him—“That’s about it.” This too would have made a wonderful season opener honestly, but we just get two!

2x04 ‘For the Good of the Outfit’ - And now we sit down with a thump: Hawkeye & Trapper try to get the American military to take responsibility for shelling a peaceful Korean village, and learn that the Army, surprise, has no whistleblower protection. No B-plot, we’re just doing THIS.

2x05 ‘Dr. Pierce and Mr. Hyde’ - In this hurt/comfort but we nearly forgot part of it fanfiction, Hawkeye Pierce stays awake doing surgery for…possibly 48 hours if I've calculated this right, but then after that another shift, and another…oh jesus. He stays awake for something like three days, all but spare minutes of it pulling bits of metal out of chest wounds, it breaks something in him, and then for the next night & day more he continues to sleeplessly wander the camp spooking and unnerving people like an irreverent broken ghost. This is probably the best episode I’ve seen yet. Every time you hear the sound of choppers, and he just looks up from the shadowed caverns of his eyes… HUGE ohh honey! episode, and also like, ..fuck. Fuucking fuck. “Dear Harry, Who’s responsible?” I could lovingly detail every single thing that happens in this, very up to and including the warm circumstances of the little closing scene, which I ache over.

2x09 ‘Dear Dad…Three’ - That’s WRITE, it’s another letter writing episode, with a number of differently toned scenes strung together with pretty impressive balance. A tense surgery, a goofy home video that accidentally makes everyone verklempt, a perfectly absurdist staff meeting, and meanwhile: The Gang Solves Racism! Well, corrects a racist. Involves ridiculous antics don’t even worry. Ginger has the funniest part and thank god.

2x10 ‘The Sniper’ - There’s a sniper. This is a situation where this episode is so well written and edited, just sterling 25 minute story construction, that I’ve deemed it too good to be sunk by its one too many sexual assault jokes. I mean kinda makes it even more of a peak early season M*A*S*H episode, if you think about it.

2x12 ‘The Incubator’ - One of my favorites of this season to be honest! An eventual sort of Milo Minderbinder riff on byzantine and corrupt Army supply chains, in which Trapper & Hawkeye wear their dress uniforms and at one point stand in as investigative journalists asking tough questions at a military press conference—hot.

2x13 'Deal Me Out' - A wonderfully pitched antics ep, especially memorable for the deep bank of recurring guest players: Sidney Freedman, Sam Pak, and even Colonel Flagg. I have since started playing poker and it is remarkable how many elements of this exact game have already occurred. Minus the surgery.

2x11 ‘Carry On, Hawkeye’ - A flu epidemic sweeps the camp, and if the sight of people wearing masks and looking worried isn’t moving enough for you In Our Current Era, the only folks left standing as the war casualties keep coming in—Hawkeye, Margaret, Radar, and Father Mulcahy—trauma bond about it. Exquisite. I adore this one. Also another for the annals of Hawkeye shouting down the line to a superior officer about finding a husband.

2x24 'A Smattering of Intelligence' - Honestly it's not about these slipshod spies: it's because Marlene Dietrich is back in town.

2x20 ‘As You Were’ - Love that when this started I was thinking eh it was probably not making my list. A whiplash episode par excellence. Hot Take! - I think this does the kind of thing ‘Sometimes You Hear the Bullet’ wants to do better than that one actually does.

2x22 ‘George’ - A scene or two into this one, Hawkeye comments in the mess tent that one of the kids they just sewed up was really bruised, and not in a combat way, like in a someone beat him way, and I idly muse, hey, in the version where we kick it up a notch: he was beat up for being gay, and comes out to Dr. Pierce because of course he comes out to Dr. Pierce, the kind chaotic bisexual energy is palpable even behind the surgical mask, and then self-identified Aunt Hawkeye has to figure out how to save him. I would have signed a statement giving up my blog in the event were this to actually come to pass, and done so laughing. But then in the year of our lord 1974, DO YOU KNOW WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED. Good thing my mouth was healing because I yelled.

Oh, and if you’re wondering if Benjamin ‘Homoerotics’ Pierce took this network-granted opportunity to come out as straight—

no.

2x21 ‘Crisis’ - They Were All So Cold, redux, variation: There Was Only One Tent. Not quite like that, although does include Hawkeye and Trap essentially sharing a bed and as many layers of Army surplus as they can scrounge while jibber-jabbering with Klinger as he puts on cold cream and Father Mulcahy does an impromptu stand-up bit in his Loyola sweatshirt, and for this and many reasons, this one about burst my heart in warm coziness. Easily the most endearing & domestic thing this show has done to me yet. I’m compromised. Haha fuck, I’m compromised!

Season 1 • Season 2 • To be continued

#M*A*S*H hours

[bindi-the-skunk]

Funny how most “complaints” about LxG-Jekyll and Hyde in the movie are as follows

Hyde should not be the Hulk! How stupid is that?!

(Despite how it got his intelligence down and certain lines from the original book can be read as Hyde growing with Jekyll’s misdeeds since the only reason he was small was because Jekyll’s evil side was underdeveloped at first)

He’s so SWEATY!

Oh ho! Excuse me, Mr sir or miss madam who do not sweat! I bet you don’t even use the bathroom or produce any odors at all!

And every time he is like that there is a REASON for it and my previous comment on how his system must be FUCKED because of the potion.

He’s a ginger

What does his hair color matter? How about complaining about them making Dorian black haired when he should be blond?

I never got the stigma against blond and red hair…I have both naturally so the idea that it sounds like these people want everyone to be in brown/black wigs so it’s “better” really makes them out to be a jackass

And if that is all you have to complain about as far as Jekyll and Hyde goes in the movie I think Jason deserved a freaking OSCAR for it!

Definitely deserves it more than most Hollywood stars…