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murgaloo · 10 months
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Harry x Lois: Foolish one, stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love that ain't never gonna come; you will learn the hard way instead of just walking out
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Harry x Kasia: On a crowded street in 1944 and you were headed off to fight in the war, you still would've been mine and we would have been timeless
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Lois x Vernon: All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life, got a feeling your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life
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Albert x Webster: I can see you in your suit and your necktie, passed me a note saying "Meet me tonight", then we kissed & you know I won't ever tell
Speak Now (Taylor's Version) vault tracks as World on Fire (2019) couples
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yesmissbzzz · 2 years
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I... I... I HAD TO.
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arcadianambivalence · 2 years
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Season 2 Hopes for Lois and Vernon
I know Bowker described them as Cathy and Linton from Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights, but the optimist in me is hoping these two get a happy relationship a la another Bronte sister.  If it can’t be an Anne Bronte romance, let it at least be a Charlotte Bronte one. 
At the end of Jane Eyre, Jane finds Rochester burned and blinded from the fire that burned down Thornfield.  Fire was, unfortunately, a constant danger to fighter pilots during World War Two.  Vernon could be burned while bailing out of his plane and taken to Queen Victoria East Grinstead hospital under Sir Archibald McIndoe for treatment.  McIndoe’s patients formed a self-named “Guinea Pig Club,” first a drinking club, later a welfare society for burn victims. 
This would make a nice contrast with the way this show demonstrates the mishandling of shell shock patients like Douglas.  Plus, having the earnest and awkward Vernon surrounded by a bunch of tipsy patients singing bawdy songs is an amusing mental image.
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goryhorroor · 18 days
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horror sub-genres: found footage
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“why don’t you marry me on impulse and think about it later” what a way to propose 💀
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dragonkingteo · 7 months
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"... too often."
( @monsterhuntingaddict )
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bericas · 2 years
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we've made up our minds. (twaw2022: september 28 ↣ romance, soulmates)
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oldshowbiz · 7 months
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The Heart is a Lonely Jackie Vernon.
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grjarchive · 2 years
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Until the Night Turns (1988)
The second Strange Trails story brought the nascent series into even more esoteric territory. Until the Night Turns begins the Johnnie Redmayne trilogy - the core part of it, as it would be followed by a sequel and a prequel. All of this, of course, exists in a subjective reality tied through storytelling to the series' continual framing device.
At George's Place, a rough-and-tumble leather-jacketed biker gang called the World Enders hangs out in the corner most nights. One of those nights, talk turns to lost family, and burly greaser Dale Redmayne tells a story about his brother, Johnnie. "Dead?" asks the barkeep; "Ain't so simple as dead or alive," Dale says, and begins his tale.
In Dale's story, Johnnie trips into the desert with his girl. The text turns a little bit Kerouac, a little bit Hunter S. Thompson, a clear sign of some of George Ranger Johnson's influences during the Strange Trails period. The drinking and drugs start spinning Johnnie's head, and here things get weird. Apocalyptic visions intertwine with the carefree thrills of the night. And briefly, at the climax of the story, we meet him. Who? As of yet it's unclear, but a figure that would become one of the pivotal characters of the series makes his first appearance.
And the canyon tearing the earth apart was grooved and rutted, treaded, patterned with jagged crevasses from which was pouring forth the fire, and Johnnie knew, it would keep on until it was all only fire across all that the night blanketed, but who had laid that track? Because the track that touched the infernal abyss was the track of a rattler, an old motorbike with its gears hanging on by thread and will and a hundred years of oil-stick, and there HE was, astride the rattler, like a cowboy, like ol’ Huron himself, taming a wild bronco, riding through the night, riding like the night, the fire pouring from his skull and scorching off all that might have been flesh and skin to leave just the shining ash bone. He'd never stop riding, and he'd never stop leaving his track, the size of the Great Canyon but pouring out the fires, more and more fire until it burned all the stars out of the sky. That was what he was riding for, the World Ender, and he was riding before them now. "Don't look away, baby," Johnnie told her. "Don't close your eyes. See him, baby. Don't close your eyes."
Johnnie's fate is left ambiguous in Dale's story. As he said, it's not as simple as dead or alive. But then, in one of GRJ's trademark cliffhangers, stalwart Buck Vernon stands up from his poker game, throwing in his hand, the eights and aces of spades and clubs. Buck had just come through that self-same desert, he says, and he's got another story to tell that just might be of interest.
Keep following this blog for more insight into Johnson’s work through the years.
May you live until you die!
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cinemaquiles · 8 months
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Voava do Chile para o Brasil quando caiu na Amazônia: o absurdo e raro "X312 um voo para o inferno"!
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murgaloo · 10 months
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The world is so wrong right now… And if I’m risking my life every day to go and kill someone, why not take a risk to love someone?
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timesskip · 2 years
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immaking another dumb au goddammit
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maddieisnotreal · 8 months
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quote from alice notley // open water by caleb azumah nelson // georgia o'Keeffe's letter to russel vernon hunter //sara teasdale's poem, the crystal gazer // all too well - taylor swift // sylvia plath // a little life by hanya yanagihara //memory for forgetfulness by mahmoud darwish, translated by Ibrahim Muhawi
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babyleostuff · 6 months
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ghost hunter | kim mingyu
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[ aka what happened after mingyu came home from shooting the horror episode for gose ]
"i'm telling you, it was so scary. and then they took vernon, and locked us up," mingyu babbled, his lisp more prominent than ever, as he was telling you about the latest gose episode that they shot. 
you hummed in encouragement, although you could help but smile - your big beefy boyfriend, tall as a tower with muscles that had no problem intimidating people, being scared of something that wasn’t even real. 
“and then woozi wouldn’t answer me, and i thought they took him too!” he said dramatically, his breath tickling your neck with his every word. “mmm, you must’ve been so scared,” you ran your hand over the expanse of his naked back, and kissed the top of his head. 
“are you making fun of me?” mingyu whined, lifting his head up to look at you, his mouth in a pout. you wanted nothing more than to kiss it away. you giggled, cupping his cheek. “baby, you are making fun of me,” you laughed, your body shaking with laughter. “i’m not gyu, but-” 
“but what?” 
“you’re adorable,” you smiled at him, running your thumb over the mole on his cheek, then the one on his nose. “yeah, right,” he scoffed, pouting even more. “you know, if something like that ever happens, i’m not going to save you,” he mumbled, placing his head back on your chest. 
“i’d probably be the one saving you, my big baby” you thought, but you didn’t want to make him even more upset. “what happened after that?” you asked, placing your hand on the back of his head. 
“i’m not going to tell you,” mingyu said, shaking his head, as you smiled to yourself. “let’s go to sleep then, big boy,” you reached for the night lamp to turn off the light, but mingyu quickly grabbed your hand. 
“can the light stay on for tonight?” he asked quietly. “but don’t make fun of me.” 
“of course i won’t, gyu,” you reassured him, pecking his cheek. “besides, if the monsters come, i'll protect you. now sleep, ghost hunter. it’s been a long day.” 
a few minutes went by, and you were sure your boyfriend was fast asleep, when you heard his quiet whisper. “i was joking, you know. i’ll always save and protect you.”
author's note: this is so rushed, but I couldn't get this out of my head. mingyu was literally the cutest in todays gose. i love that man with all my heart
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