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Brad Dourif as Thomas Payne | Midnight Heat (1996)

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"Well, I...hoped you wouldn't find out about my checkered past," Randall grinned as he leaned against her, happily to fall in with the gaff (despite the embarrassment that came with these stories), adding, "I promise, I'm not hiding anything else from you-I've since left my hooligan days behind."

"He really was a very well-behaved boy!" Wilhelm admitted with a smile, as he leaned back in his seat. "He got up to a little no-good when he was a tyke, but overall, he was a good lad: Always very happy to help Junie and I, always pitching in, doing little things for us..."

While most children may balk at the notion, Randall never minded doing his chores, nor did he mind picking up the slack in other places in order to make life easier for his parents. Being a latchkey kid, he had a lot of time alone at home, and more often than not, he tried to do what he could to lighten the load for June and Wilhelm: Dusting, cleaning, cooking, you name it, he did it-all because he wanted to help. His parents never asked him to do this (he had enough to worry about with school), but it never stopped him. It was the sort of person Randall was-the compassionate sort, who would do anything for the people he loved.

"You picked a good one, Emily," Wilhelm smiled fondly, while Randall blushed, his smile shy and humble at his father's praise. "You couldn't have picked a better one."

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Damnit, she remembers the strawberry preserves incident! Randall blushed with a little grin, recalling him telling her the story long, long ago, just as his mother had recounted it to him with great fondness and amusement: How he managed to somehow get his hands on some freshly-made preserves his mother had just jarred and downed the whole thing, getting himself plenty sticky and smeared with strawberry in the process.

"Oh, it was plenty of fun!" June snorted, shaking her head as she thought back to that sunny spring day-she leaves the room for two minutes, and her son makes an absolute mess of himself and the kitchen counter. "I just remember him sitting there on the counter, all big-eyed, with strawberry...everywhere! His clothes, his hair, the countertop, oh, it was a mess!"

"And he'd just had a bath too!" Wilhelm added, as he looked to his son-who was looking a bit like a strawberry now, given the way he was blushing. "Junie and I had given him a bath after breakfast, I went out to grab something from the corner market, and when I come back, she's got our boy back in the tub!"

He was deeply bewildered by that: He looked at his son, peering out at him over the side of the tub, and then to June, who was dropping a set of red-stained clothes into the hamper, commenting with a hollow laugh, "You won't believe what your son did!"

As Wilhelm continued to regale Emily with some of Randall's other misadventures, June couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to give Emily back that taste of her favorite berry. She had to drink blood to survive, but would it still be possible for her to enjoy what she used to love, all those years ago? Could there be a best of both worlds, she wondered?

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Back in Randall's room Star finished cleaning and organizing and created more pictures for their spirit ones based one old photos that they had found under a cabinet curious that they were there in the first place they saw photos of people working with the ghosts one however caught their attention it was of their spirit friend with another man both were posing for the photo so Star decided to draw pictures of them and placed them on the bed for when Randall returned as a surprise.

"Alright, little friend, it's lunchtime!" Randall called as he returned to his bedroom, more than ready to take a break and enjoy a meal, only for his eye to be caught by Star's drawings. A smile crossed his face when he saw them, immediately recognizing the inspiration behind these doodles.

"Our mortal friends in Imagineering," he recalled, as he moved to pick Star up and put them on his shoulder, in addition to picking up the drawings to better study. "Good folks, very good-nerves of steel to be working with a house full of ghosts. Fine fellows, good senses of humor...the Mansion wouldn't be here today if it weren't for them."

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Something about people being ingredients and also their own cakes??

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Damnit, she remembers the strawberry preserves incident! Randall blushed with a little grin, recalling him telling her the story long, long ago, just as his mother had recounted it to him with great fondness and amusement: How he managed to somehow get his hands on some freshly-made preserves his mother had just jarred and downed the whole thing, getting himself plenty sticky and smeared with strawberry in the process.

"Oh, it was plenty of fun!" June snorted, shaking her head as she thought back to that sunny spring day-she leaves the room for two minutes, and her son makes an absolute mess of himself and the kitchen counter. "I just remember him sitting there on the counter, all big-eyed, with strawberry...everywhere! His clothes, his hair, the countertop, oh, it was a mess!"

"And he'd just had a bath too!" Wilhelm added, as he looked to his son-who was looking a bit like a strawberry now, given the way he was blushing. "Junie and I had given him a bath after breakfast, I went out to grab something from the corner market, and when I come back, she's got our boy back in the tub!"

He was deeply bewildered by that: He looked at his son, peering out at him over the side of the tub, and then to June, who was dropping a set of red-stained clothes into the hamper, commenting with a hollow laugh, "You won't believe what your son did!"

As Wilhelm continued to regale Emily with some of Randall's other misadventures, June couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to give Emily back that taste of her favorite berry. She had to drink blood to survive, but would it still be possible for her to enjoy what she used to love, all those years ago? Could there be a best of both worlds, she wondered?

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watch this. this is literally what love is.

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Pulled out of her moodier thoughts thanks to Emily's comment (and she didn't miss the way Randall blushed and smiled at his girlfriend, as if he knew she'd bring that up one way or another), June laughed, saying, "Oh, yes, he was-he was drawn to them like a moth to a flame, he couldn't get enough of 'em! Y'know, most kids don't like those little strawberry candies you can buy in bulk at the stores, but Randall loved getting those in his Halloween pail. That's how much he loved strawberry!"

"'Cept for strawberry-rhubarb. I've never seen him spit out anything strawberry so fast!" Wilhelm cackled, and Randall, showing he was a good sport, laughed along (admittedly, his incredible disappointment with strawberry-rhubarb pie was pretty funny). Still, not to be outdone, Randall revealed with a little grin, "And I hear tell that Emily was something of a blueberry thief in her youth..."

"Oh?" Wilhelm asked, he and June turning to look back to Emily in amusement and interest, as though looking for some confirmation-their boy wasn't the only fruit thief in town!

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"Oh, you'll love this one, this is Randall's first Halloween, oh, he was the cutest, chubbiest little pumpkin on the block!" June cooed, taking the photo out of the slip to allow Emily a better look at it: Sure enough, it was little baby Randall, all chubby cheeks and baby fat, smiling all big for his picture (if one looked close enough, they could see Wilhelm's hand, tickling his little foot, no doubt making him smile and giggle for the photo).

"Watch the birdie never really worked for Randall," Wilhelm admitted, as June smiled fondly at the photo ("I still have it, it's upstairs in the cedar chest," she commented to Emily), and Randall, face red, tried to hide his embarrassment (though he smiled behind his fingers all the same). "But he was always ticklish on his little feet, and so when he was a wee lad, one of us used to reach over and just give him a little tickle, and we'd get some great pictures!"

"Pa..." Randall chuckled in embarrassment, averting his gaze, though his smile didn't falter as Wilhelm whispered to Emily, "Whenever he was being pouty as a boy, I used to tickle him-and that frown wouldn't stay on for very long when I did!"

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From the 1927 stage play DRACULA.

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Star hid the bottom half of their face behind the paper looking up at him and nodding before they showed him the said paper with the drawings of him holding hands with Star who was also holding hands with Emily "RANDALL!" Constance hissed from across the room "what the are you doing get your familiar out of here NOW!" Buggies were approaching with mortals seated in them Star becoming scared of how angry the black widow had become hid behind their spirit embracing him again.

"Oh...thank you-" Randall began with a smile, so touched by this little drawing, only to jump when Constance snapped at him. Rolling his eyes, he snapped back, "Alright, alright, keep your hair on!"

Folding the little drawing up to tuck into his pocket, he set Star back down on the floor, whispering quickly, "It's almost lunch time, don't worry-just stay in the other room, and I'll be done before you know it!"

With that, he set back to work, resuming his little "trick" for the oncoming mortals, his mood (despite Constance's snippiness) having been lifted significantly by this little drawing.

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@pscentral​ event 26: minimalism ↳ old hollywood film bloopers [x] + bonus:

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During the day Star sat at the desk in Randall's room drawing little pictures they could hear the muffled noises from the Mansion the sounds of mortal guests shrieking in delight they sighed its been hours since their spirit left and they missed him plus they had drawn a gift for him and couldn't wait to give it to him but then they got an idea since they were already small they probably won't be seen in the darkness so they crept out of the room and went into the attic hiding behind furniture till they saw their spirit friend holding his hatbox up as he chuckled with his head disappearing into the box without and word Star rushed over and embraced his leg.

It took all of Randall's strength to keep it together when he felt Star embrace his bony leg, not to "break character", so to speak-credit where credit was due, he managed it well, and as soon as he got a moment where no mortals were passing through, he knelt down to pet Star, not wanting them to think he was mad at them.

"What're you doing out here?" he asked softly, making sure to watch the Doombuggies, making sure no one was coming up into the attic. "You get bored or somethin'?"

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Star smiled up at him before embracing his arm till they heard a commotion in the hallway "I don't think he's supposed to have one that dosen't belong to him" a few of the haunts were together talking "look I get he's famous and special all of that but it shouldn't count he's technically stolen a familiar and that should get him into big trouble" another spoke in "honestly why Gracey didn't tell him is beyond me I say we explain after today that he needs to return the familiar even without Emily around am afraid he can't keep them".

Randall scowled a little upon hearing this conversation-for one thing, he could just feel his ectoplasm crawl at the notion of him using his fame to get his way...he knew he had a certain degree of fame (or was it infamy?) among the mortals, but that didn't make him special, or any better than his fellow spooks-he could see Constance thinking herself as being above the others, certainly, but he liked to think he would be better than that...

...and for another, he didn't steal a familiar. Yes, Star was supposed to be assigned to Emily, but he doubted his wife would mind all that much. They shared and shared alike in their marriage, and so he imagined she'd be fine with him having her familiar, especially if it meant he had some company in her absence. Similarly, he hoped his own familiar found their way to her, and gave her some company as well.

And to think he couldn't keep little Star, who he'd bonded too so quickly...his brow knitted together deeply at the thought, his heart breaking at it. He tried not to think about it too much, and he hoped Star hadn't heard that-he didn't want his little friend to worry that they wouldn't be able to stick around.

Deciding against arguing with the other ghosts for now (maybe he'd take them aside and set them straight later, after the park closed), Randall did his best to put the conversation out of his mind as he prepared for the day ahead-he had a job to do, and mortals to scare...

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10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU 1999 — dir. Gil Junger

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"Oh, he was a very rolly polly baby," June giggled, eyes falling on a picture she'd taken of baby Randall laying on his belly on the living room floor, his father laying similarly across from him, encouraging his son to try and wiggle his way over to him. "He was my little tater bug-that was what I used to call him when he was a baby, on account of how little chubby he was."

"Ma!" Randall protested, face lighting back up to a bright scarlet, much to his parents' amusement, his father ruffling his hair, saying, "It's the truth, lad, you can't deny it! You were a rolly polly baby-and a rolly polly toddler too!"

This was demonstrated by further pictures of Randall on the following pages, showing he was still a round, cuddly little tyke, all apple cheeks and big, toothless smiles for the camera-it wasn't until he got a little older that he began to lose the baby fat and slim down, which only became clearer as he graduated to his teens and up.

Although she didn't want to rain of the happy mood in the room, June couldn't help but wonder, as she showed Emily these pictures, if she had any pictures from her youth, any from her childhood. And what's more, vampires couldn't see themselves in the mirror, right? When was the last time she saw herself?

When was the last time someone told her she was beautiful?

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"Oh, you'll love this one, this is Randall's first Halloween, oh, he was the cutest, chubbiest little pumpkin on the block!" June cooed, taking the photo out of the slip to allow Emily a better look at it: Sure enough, it was little baby Randall, all chubby cheeks and baby fat, smiling all big for his picture (if one looked close enough, they could see Wilhelm's hand, tickling his little foot, no doubt making him smile and giggle for the photo).

"Watch the birdie never really worked for Randall," Wilhelm admitted, as June smiled fondly at the photo ("I still have it, it's upstairs in the cedar chest," she commented to Emily), and Randall, face red, tried to hide his embarrassment (though he smiled behind his fingers all the same). "But he was always ticklish on his little feet, and so when he was a wee lad, one of us used to reach over and just give him a little tickle, and we'd get some great pictures!"

"Pa..." Randall chuckled in embarrassment, averting his gaze, though his smile didn't falter as Wilhelm whispered to Emily, "Whenever he was being pouty as a boy, I used to tickle him-and that frown wouldn't stay on for very long when I did!"

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MYTHOLOGY A-Z:  GHOSTS 

“At night, here in the library, the ghosts have voices.”