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letsgethaunted · 3 months
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Our self-produced indie podcast @letsgethaunted won the 2023 Shorty Award for BEST COMEDY PODCAST in an extremely competitive group including other podcasts produced by Warner Bros, Paramount, Studio 71, and Viral Nation! We are so thankful to our listeners who support every aspect of our show and keep the lights on in the studio. I want to give a very *special* thank you to @theshortyawards for giving us the stage in a room full of the most powerful organizations on the planet! WE WORK ON OUR OWN, WE OWN OUR WORK, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY: We keep our side of the street clean ✨
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zzztlk · 1 month
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i am so excited for this webcomic you have no idea i want to see these lesbians kiss
Thanks! And lucky for you there will be such scenes in the comic and with no catch to them at all just like in monster yuri part 1
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incorectquoteswlw · 29 days
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Yelena: I just wanna revisit something
Kate: Yes!
Yelena: If you were to put together a draft of people you'd want to go out with, would I at least be on it?
Kate: Y-yeah I mean, how many... how many slots?
Yelena: One.
Kate: … Wha-
Yelena: ... Two?
Kate: (blushing) What’re you asking me right now?!
Nat: How are they both this stupid?
Clint: Don’t ask me I just work here
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otrtbs · 8 months
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if y'all wanna read something so unserious rn i have 1.3k words of bartylus under the cut with nowhere else to put them so
“Tell me how you did it.”
“What?” Barty looked up from his desk in the back of the classroom, momentarily stopping himself from carving his initials into the wood. 
When he finally looked up, he was met with an annoyed-looking Regulus Black. His dark eyebrows were pulled together as he frowned down at Barty’s carving. Barty has spent his entire life convinced that Regulus was a vampire. Pale skin (even in the brutal summer), strikingly dark green eyes, and raven-colored hair. He always spoke in a calm and measured cadence, dressed like he was from a different time, looked perpetually cold, and ignored everyone besides his brother Sirius- who was in the year above them and was also most likely a vampire. Barty swore that even Regulus’ canines were sharper than the average person’s were. 
Regulus slammed a white sheet of paper down on the desk and Barty couldn’t help the slight smirk pulling at his lips as he looked down at it. 
A cumulative summary for every class that Regulus Black has taken with every grade recorded in neat, black, ink. At the very bottom, circled in red pen, and where Regulus was pointing to with his bony-ass finger, read:
Rank: 2
Barty knew what he was implying but he enjoyed seeing Regulus so wound up. “Your middle name is Arcturus? What kind of name–” 
“How did you do it?” Regulus repeated, interrupting Barty as his frown deepened. “It has to be you, right? I saw your last test and you made a perfect score, so. What did you do? Did you steal an answer key for every quiz and test? Blackmail? Bribery?” 
Barty blinked at his bluntness before he recovered. “Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I’m just really fucking smart? Maybe that’s how I got to the top of the class. You know, with my brain.” 
“You never take notes, you spend half of the class time carving penises into the desks with your pen and then the other half of the time asleep, I’ve never seen you open a book to study. I call bullshit. I spend all of my time studying and reviewing and–” 
“Like a loser,” Barty coughed under his breath. 
“And you sit in the back like some burnout. High and above it all,” Regulus finished with a glare. 
“Maybe if you lived a little like me instead of shutting yourself up in a Millionaire Mile Mansion, you’d score higher on your tests,” Barty smirked, returning to his carving. 
“You also live in a Millionaire Mile Mansion,” Regulus deadpanned. “And your definition of fun is setting fire to abandoned buildings so forgive me if I don’t–” 
“That wasn’t me. You can’t prove that,” Barty cut in quickly. It was an accident. There had been a burn ban in the summer that Barty had taken a little too lightly and before he could stop it, the entire abandoned pharmacy had gone up in flames along with the field surrounding it. It was still an unsolved arson as far as Sheriff Lupin was concerned, and it was going to stay that way. 
“Relax, I’m not going to tell anyone,” Regulus softened after a moment. “Just, tell me what you did. Do you have flashcards or something?” 
“Flashcards?” Barty snorted. 
“Fuck you,” Regulus shot back before he turned to leave. The classroom was empty apart from the two of them and when he made it to the door, he looked back at Barty once more. “What you’re not coming? School is over.” 
Barty shrugged. “I have detention.”
“For what?” 
“My wonderful art skills,” Barty grinned gesturing to the desk littered with his handiwork. “And hey, Regulus?” 
Regulus stopped once more, one foot already out of the room and a scowl back on his face. 
“Good talk,” Barty finished. 
Regulus left without another word. 
The next day, Barty slipped into the back of class just before the bell and he counted down the seconds until the day was over. Mainly, he watched Regulus because he wanted to talk to him. Ever since their previous conversation the day before, Barty thought about speaking to him again. It was nice, when Regulus was talking he couldn’t scowl, and his features softened just enough that made his uncanny beauty more human. Besides, Barty enjoyed eliciting some emotion out of a boy who seemed so unreachable. 
“I hope you’re ready for my Valedictorian speech in May,” Barty taunted as Regulus gathered his things to leave at the end of the day. 
“It’ll be shit. You couldn’t give a motivational speech to save your life,” Regulus muttered under his breath. 
Barty slammed a hand dramatically against his heart. “You wound me. I was planning on telling everyone to go fuck themselves but we’ll see what I feel like on the day. Either way, you’ll be watching me from the second-place spot.”
Regulus attempted to push past him but Barty began walking alongside him, keeping in step. 
“What, no detention today?” Regulus scoffed. 
Barty shook his head as they pushed through the crowds of students gathering in hallways and chattering about their days.
“Why don’t you walk home with Sirius?” 
“Why are you still talking to me?” 
“Rude.” 
Regulus pushed through the heavy metal doors out into the sunlight. It was still too hot to be comfortable. Unbearably stifling heat that wouldn’t leave until late October. Barty followed closely behind Regulus. 
“What are you doing?” Regulus continued, shoes slapping against the pavement. 
Barty shrugged. “Making a friend or something.” 
“Well, I don’t want to be your friend,” Regulus shot back quickly. 
“Oh come on,” Barty sighed. “Us Millionaire Mile kids have to stick together or the proletariat children of the town will rise up and kill us or something.” 
“Shut up,” Regulus scoffed, and then after a moment he added, “I’m surprised you even know the word proletariat.” 
“If we’re going to be friends then you’ll have to stop insulting me so often,” Barty returned, struggling to keep up with Regulus’ quick walking pace.   
“We’re not friends. I spoke to you once and instantly regretted it.” 
“See another insult. You’ll have to get better about that.” 
They continued their walk home, past the center of town with the single grocery store, past the church and the creek and the railroad, and past the burned lot of land- that Barty had absolutely nothing to do with- until they reached Clairmont Street, more commonly known as Millionaire Mile. 
Clairemont Street contained all of the houses with wrap-around porches and antique glass windows that scattered sunlight in stained-glass brilliance on the hardwood floors. Houses with porch swings and neat trimmings and large yards with gardens that bloomed no matter how dead and withered everything else was. Houses straight out of a Southern Gothic novel. The Millionaire Mile Houses were houses for judges and politicians and their sons, for families who founded the town- or, like in Regulus’ case, houses for oil heirs staying out here because that’s where the oil was. 
As they walked, Barty managed to wear Regulus down with his quick remarks and little jabs. He could tell that Regulus didn’t mind his presence as much as they walked under trees and shop awnings– anything to keep them in the shade and out of the direct sunlight. 
“Look,” Barty began as they were about to part ways. Regulus lived in the middle of Millionaire Mile, right where Walburga liked to be. She could see everything and know everything that happened on her street. Nothing escaped her scrutiny. But Barty and his father lived in the very last house on the street. Shoved into the corner and tucked away out of sight. “I know it kills you that the burn-out kid in the back of the class is smarter than you, but I’d be happy to tutor you some time. Since I'm so much better than you without even trying.”
Barty couldn't help the smile he gave at Regulus' look of indignation.  
Regulus shook his head as he bounded up the steps to his house. “If we’re going to be friends, Barty, you’ll have to stop insulting me so often.” 
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devoted-assassin · 1 year
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I love that Yellowjackets isn’t just making one of them be the bad guy. Like, it’s a perfect storm of terrible personality traits coming together. Tai’s ruthlessness allows Shauna’s capability for violence to show. Lottie’s visions helps Van fulfill her need for a bigger purpose to the point where she reframes it in a way that justifies it to everyone else. Mari seems to desperately need the hope, and Misty will always go along with what makes her feel like she belongs - though she’s not above picking favourites. Nat’s the closest thing to a moral compass, but even with a knife to her throat, she cannot fully forsake them. In a way, that enables them.
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clowd-009 · 10 months
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uhh
morgana drawing
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might draw more characters idk. maybe joker or ryuji next
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thinking so so hard about LaughingStock and how that'd go down. disastrously, probably
#and ill talk about it at Length in the tags until tumblr cuts me off like a rowdy drunk after last call#please keep in mind this is all in my Brain and relationship dynamics etc are all technically speculation. anyway#so while franklydear is your more classic 'oh no im in love with him! / aw shucks im in love with him<3'#laughingstock is 'feelings what feelings / oh shit oh fuck this is bad'#to Me.#in my mind howdy is completely oblivious to his emotions#he's out here like 'gotta get the store impressively neat & shiny for barnaby! and everyone else' without blinking an eye#he starts assembling barnaby and wally's dogs slower an slower so that barnaby has to hang around a smidge longer than usual#he's out here giggling at barnaby's jokes while sweeping Hours or Days after the joke was told like a lovesick idiot#all while being like Ah Yes Barnaby My Dear Friend. My Platonic Buddy Whose Jokes I Laugh At A Little Too Hard. Platonically.#meanwhile barnaby Realizes his own feels. has a minor crisis. goes through the 12 stages of grief and absolutely panics#he's like 'ok just gotta play it cool. normal. dont be weird. he'll fall for your natural charm in no time'#'ill hold all of my feelings right here until i die or howdy reciprocates. i just cant tell anyone about this.'#'....hey wally you can keep a secret right'#and rizzes it up yk. rolls a nat 20 on charisma every time without howdy even realizing it. ig barns rolled for stealth too#and from barnabys pov its going great!#howdy is flirting back! hes showing all the signs! when eddie views their interactions he comes to barnaby later and is like A+ gay as fuck#so barnaby is a soft pining mess and howdy is Absurdly Oblivious despite being a clever & observant guy#so im imagining (will freely admit that this Train of Thought is slightly inspired by the latest chapter of Stamps by Indigopoptart)#that eventually barnaby is Confident in their budding relationship ok. hes ready to ask howdy out.#everyone who Knows (wally & eddie) are like Go For It He Clearly Loves You#and when barnaby tells howdy. howdys like 'ohhhh geez um im really flattered 🥺 but i dont feel the same 😔😭'#cue barnaby turning into the 'never again' meme while trying to laugh it off and pretend like he didnt just have his heart mr starked#so he goes home to smoke his pipe and cry and howdy goes about his day feeling Strange#why cant he stop thinking about that confession. what are these emotions. i mean its not as if hes in love with Ohhhhhh No. Oh No.#so howdy has his 'holy shit! im in love with barnaby! (lovestruck. swooning) ....Holy Shit I Rejected Barnaby (horrified. nauseous)' moment#cue howdy expecting barnaby to come by in the morning as per Routine so they can talk. he Doesnt. cue howdy stressing the fuck out over it#meanwhile wally sally (eddie sent her in his place. hes too busy) and barnaby are having a girls day (eating ice cream and watchin romcoms)#eventually barnaby hears that howdy has been Dropping The Ball and cant not check on him. cue emotional heart-2-heart outside the bodega#this is all very specific but its in my brain. these scenarious lull me to sleep every night lately
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hopezzy · 1 year
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hia yi really said i need to make out with my boyfriend and i need to do it NOW and just stopped in the middle of the fucking road and i have nothing but respect for him for that
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blmpff · 4 months
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📢 Mystique In The Mirror update after 84 years?? One of the main actors posted and another shared this igs just now:
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WILL WE FINALLY GET IT????
Reasons you too should be hyped for this series:
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1. The Plot: Alan's life changes when he starts seeing the ghost of an old man in the mirror, his dad thinks they're hallucinations & sends him to a psychiatric hospital. There, Alan meets Darwin, the guy in the room next door, and the two develop a bond. [It's adapted from a novel by Patrick Rangsimant (author of My Ride and My Mate Match)].
2. Old Men Yaoi with Nat Sakdatorn and Kik Danai as a side couple:
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3. Sugus and Tenon (Golden Blood) again as a side couple:
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send-me-a-puffalope · 3 months
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god i cant stop thinking about an undead!Vanny design that unsheathes her knife by pulling it out of her stomach…..
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lavoixhumaine · 2 months
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Angela Bassett behind the scenes as executive producer and narrator for the National Geographic groundbreaking series Queens premiering on March 4 and streaming the day after on Disney+
(ohmygod she is so regal and adorable at the same time how?!)
🎥 natgeowild
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letsgethaunted · 3 months
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Poppy and I made our debut in the 1M division! ✨My 32nd birthday is tomorrow. I’m so incredibly happy right now. ✨ I sing in the car, I teach my kid about dragonflies, I tell stories about the impossible, and I am loved by someone who loves me so much that he makes all this happen✨ I wish I could have shown my younger self what was in store, maybe she would have been less afraid of growing up. But I’m so grateful for all those fears holding me back, because cutting myself free from them was the most exhilarating form of rebellion I have ever known. ✨OK LOL IT IS NOT THAT DEEP I JUST JUMPED OVER SOME STICKS ON A HORSE LOL -BUT IT WAS SO FUN AND IM JUST EMOTIONAL BC IM SO HAPPY TO BE HERE WITH ALL OF YOU💕
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nat-amations · 5 months
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The holidays remind me of how cold and jealous I am. The winter chill matches my own; red is the color of my tendencies to grow violent with pettiness and rage; green is the color of my jealousy and envy that drives me to those tendencies. I tell myself all the time to stop myself and get better, yet every time I seem to forget and fail. I want to hate myself, for everything, but I stop myself every time because if I don’t love myself, who will?
Christmas reminds me of what was I rightfully taken from me, and it fills me with unkempt rage and sadness. Every year, the feeling comes back despite me telling myself not to. Every year I tell myself that it will be the last year I feel this way, yet every year the same jealousy and pettiness comes back. The familiar urge to get revenge comes back, but on whom?
The holidays remind me how grateful I am to have my friends. If I didn’t have them, I still would’ve been with people who hate me and call me disgusting for being who I am around this time. I am still afraid of having to face them; having to face the yelling, the insults, the hatred, and the hitting. Despite being afraid, I still know I will have people to come back to once it’s over, if it ever happens. Even though I am grateful, I still have the looming feeling that I am not deserving enough to have them.
The holidays remind me of how little I give. I try to make up for it by buying almost a million gifts for them, but it still doesn’t feel like enough. I never feel like I am enough for them despite being the main person they rely on. Only rarely do I ever feel like I’m enough, which is when I rely on them; even then it feels wrong and unfair. It’s an endless cycle that seems impossible to break out of, though I desperately want to.
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juliaswickcrs · 1 year
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EAT YOUR YOUNG :: ↳ yellowjackets s1 - ??
I’m starving, darling let me put my lips to something let me wrap my teeth around the world
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otrtbs · 1 year
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wanna keep writing but the words don't wanna be written idk what to tell you
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albatris · 6 months
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I feel bad for the other vamps who get to escape from march during the climax. like obviously it's good that they get to get out and whatever but nat got to eat as many people as he wanted when he broke containment and the rest of these guys get to eat only a little bit of people. n they've also been mostly starved for these past few weeks like nat has. they get out and quinn and nat are like "there are humans here! but please do not eat them they are blameless in all this" like c'monnnn do you think these vampires care rn
like can u blame epson and ampersand for wanting 2 eat quinn later. like. they joke about it. but they wanna eat quinn so fucking bad. they're like. no we won't eat quinn haha we're just joshin :P unless....?
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