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So, seeing as I’m having a Titanic phase right now, and today is the day the ship struck the iceberg, I wanted to recommend this film called A Night To Remember. It was made in 1958!! But don’t let that deter you, because the effects were amazing! And it portrayed the event pretty accurate, too, to my knowledge. It exceeded wayyy beyond my expectations. Highly recommend!

I watched the original b&w on Tubi, but someone uploaded a colored version to Youtube for free!!

#titanic #the titanic #april 14 1912 #a night to remember #historical movies #history movies #old movies #vintage movies #movie recommendation

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Time to invade the Fire Nation, babyyy.

#solar eclipse 2024

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#actually autistic #autistic #autism #anxiety #mental health #mental health poetry #mental illness #neurodivergent #sensitive #vent poetry #poetry #my poems #writing #writers of tumblr

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OOh, I feel like another added layer of depth would be to have the zombies say words and phrases that they were known for saying often while they were alive . . . of course, having no memory nor understanding of what they mean.

Zombies shouldn't growl or snarl, they should babble a mixture of incomplete word sounds and whole words or sentence fragments. Every zombie should sound almost but not quite like it's trying to tell you something.

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Spoiled Rotten

Synopsis: Have you ever asked yourself what the typical morning is like for a supervillain who is also single father? Wonder no more. The morning of another big attempt to conquer the city, Lord Obliterator must first face the second greatest challenge: feeding his four-year-old daughter.

This is a pretty old story. Hopefully is suits your supervillain needs. ^^"

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Ah. Nothing more refreshing than the promise of crushing enemies, conquering the city, and sweet, sweet revenge, in the morning.

No sooner had Lord Obliterator opened his eyes had an explosion sounded, rattling the house. Oh, shit, they’ve found us, he thought to himself. In a rush of adrenaline, the supervillain armed himself with an electro-gun and threw himself out of his bedroom into the hallway.

Lord Obliterator aimed his firearm to fry the trespassing superhero to a crisp, only to look down and sigh in relief.

“Now what did we talk about?” The villain stooped down to pluck a magma gun from a child’s small grip and wagged a finger. “No handling firearms without my supervision, Bonnie!”

“Aww!” Bonnie whined. “But I was gonna take it to show-and-tell today!”

It took everything in Lord Obliterator’s power to control his paternal pride as he lowered himself to one knee and placed a massive hand on her head. “Look darling, I understand why you want to take a family invention. We’re incredible. However, it’s just not safe to disclose our weapons to the lesser people of mankind. People would be greedy, manufacture more but slightly tweak its design to pass it as their own. Next thing you know, we’d be stuck in the middle of a multi-million dollar lawsuit! Do you understand, my little imp?”

“Okay,” Bonnie said dejectedly, kicking out her foot. “Then…can I bring my taxidermy collection instead?”

“Wonderful alternative, darling!” Lord Obliterator beamed. Then, he clapped twice before saying, “Now go ready for kindergarten, while Papa gets himself ready to fire the Ultra Death Beam in the city square today!”

“Okay!” the little girl squealed, her thick braids bouncing as she skipped merrily to her room. 

Meanwhile, Lord Obliterator gazed at the sizzling, melted hole in the wall. Yet another repair to add to the bills, he thought mournfully. 

Well, it wasn’t proper to take over the city looking like a hot mess. How embarrassing it would be if he looked like a zombie on the front page of the newspaper, when he took over the city!

Lord Obliterator changed out of his “I’m Secretly a Princess” t-shirt (a birthday present from his darling daughter) into his most malicious-looking suit of armor, and styled his frizzled black hair into a slick ponytail before making his way to torture cham—uh, the kitchen.

“ARGH!” he cried, lifting his foot to find a doll shoe practically embedded underneath. A villain couldn’t even practice his own stride through his own halls without getting assaulted by stray toys lying around like traps! Lord Obliterator made a mental note to talk to his daughter about this later.

Eventually, he arrived, Bonnie—now wearing a black dress with buckles—seated at the counter, banging her spoon-grasping fists and death-metal screeching, “ICE-CREAM! ICE-CREAM!”

Lord Obliterator was careful not to react, for, unknown to Bonnie, breakfast would be different that morning. Today, Lord Obliterator would be a good parent and feed her something truly evil—and nutritious, of course.

The villain hurried about the room, frequenting the refrigerator and the pantry while managing the coffee-maker, toaster, and stove. A symphony of metallic clunking, cracking, sizzling, gurgling, sloshing, and beeping filled the place, while Bonnie continued her scream-chant. With Bonnie, there was no real way of telling whether she was summoning food or demons.

After ten minutes of tackling one of his few attempts at cooking and shoving down his crippling self-doubt, the fruit of Lord Obliterator’s efforts was done. He cackled sinisterly.

“Behold! The most evil breakfast of all!” Lord Obliterator announced.

Bonnie shrieked, writhing with such vigorous glee that her chair almost toppled over.

The villain twirled for an extra flare of drama before setting down the plate of mushy, yellow…

“Eggs!” he said in a sing-song voice.

The little girl scrunched up her face before fixing Lord Obliterator with a hellish glare.

“What’s the meaning of this?” she said dangerously, every trace of excitement gone. 

Lord Obliterator expected something like this to happen; Bonnie was always stubborn when it came to food. Still, he couldn’t help but chuckle with a twinge of unease as he sat down at his side of the table.

“Ah-aha, eggs, darling. This is the cooked substance of unborn fetuses from chickens robbed against their will! Isn’t that sinister?” he said.

“Where’s my peanut-butter ice-cream? Where’s my chocolate pudding?” Bonnie persisted. “Stuff that makes your teeth rot?!”

Of course, sugary sweets did technically count as evil for the consequences they bring; however, Bonnie’s dental bills weren’t getting any cheaper.

“B-But a chicken’s family line has been taken from them, never to be regained! Their unborn offspring taste delicious, and they give you the strength to destroy your enemies! Doesn’t that sound—” 

“I hate eggs! I’ve always hated them my entire life!” Bonnie interrupted, letting out a scream as she flung her spoons so forcefully they pierced the wall—had Lord Obliterator not ducked in time, it would have been his head. 

Lord Obliterator sighed shakily. He didn’t want it to come to this. The villain rose from his seat, cracking his knuckles as he approached his young daughter…

Then threw himself onto the floor.

“Please eat! How terrible of a parent Papa would feel if he took over the city today knowing that he let his only daughter go to school starved! Ple-he-hease!” he begged tearfully, his hands clasped in front of him.

“NEVER! Not until you give me sweets!” Bonnie roared.

“Please?! Just one bite for your old man?!” Lord Obliterator groveled. 

Bonnie’s face contorted and flushed, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. The room was deadly still, right before a bomb explosion—the villain could practically see the wick burn down to his daughter’s head—then, she let out a wail that could make even the dead cover their ears as she dropped to the floor, kicking, banging and screaming as if she were possessed.

“YOU DON’T LOVE ME ANYMORE!” she cried. “I’D RATHER LIVE WITH A SUPERHERO THAN LIVE WITH YOU!”

Lord Obliterator doubled over, dramatically clutching his heart as though a bullet had torn straight through it. Superhero. Superhero. The one time I try to make something beneficial for my kid and she compares me to those fiends! Oh, Lenora, how did you ever handle such insanity? 

“Look! You can have ice cream for breakfast, okay?! No, cake! No, ice-cream cake! Doesn’t that sound nice? Please, please stop crying!” the villain pleaded.

“Okay!” Bonnie said, springing back up.

A pause, in which Lord Obliterator sighed in relief. “But this is the last time, got it? No more mister push-over,” he told his daughter, fetching her her promised dessert.

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“Are you all packed? Got your lunch? Your collection?” Lord Obliterator asked his child at the door, the bus just arriving. 

“All here!” Bonnie said, bouncing up and down wearing a purple skull-print backpack larger than her.

“Good. Now, remember what to do if any of the other kids mess with you?”

“I clobber them! Teach them the meaning of the word pain! Demolition!” she screeched, bawling her hands into fists and giving her best evil cackle.

“That’s my girl.” Lord Obliterator sniffed, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

“Good luck on the Ultra Death Beam!” Bonnie said before taking off for the school bus.

Lord Obliterator sighed heavily. As difficult as it was to be a villain and a parent, he had to admit that both were worthwhile. 

Another morning, another glorious opportunity to wreak destruction.

#supervillain #super villain #super villains #villain #villain prompts #villain prompt #short stories #short story #miscellaneous flash fiction #miscellaneous short stories

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Japanese Emperor caterpillar bus !

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some sticker designs i made for a school event! yippey :-)

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Writing Prompt #59

There’s a fairy for every type of plant out there. Write about a fairy who represents . . . potatoes.

#writing prompts #writing prompt wednesday #fantasy prompts #writing ideas #writing prompt #fairy prompt #fairy core #fairycore #fairy #fae folk #faerie #flower fairy

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Hey! What About Mrs Claus?🤶🏼

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Now, I don’t like to get my peppermint in a twist, but Mrs. Claus has been feeling overshadowed for far too long! Santa Claus this, Saint Nicolas that. Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband more than all the children of the world do combined. But he’s not the only one doing all the work making the magic of Christmas happen, you know.

Why, while he’s checking and double checking that list of the naughties and nices, I’m researching popular gifts of the season. I’m ordering the supplies to stock our workshop.

And let’s not forget our hard-working elves. Christmas may be their lifelong career, but they’re people too. They deserve proper compensation. So who’s cooking their meals? Who’s planning bi-weekly game nights, and meditation sessions? Me, that’s who!

And do you know how Santa sees you when you’re sleeping and knows when you’re awake? Only a surveillance spell on a looking glass by yours truly could grant him that ability.

Santa may be the one riding that sleigh, but do you know who built it? Who sanded it and polished it and painted it?

And the reindeer, he may be driving them, but who’s the one who herds them? Who takes them down to pastures to visit a herd owned by a friendly group of people just south of us? (They taught me how to build the sled.)

Why, Santa may be the one traveling the world in a matter of twenty-four hours, but do you know who plans which routes to take? Who checks the weather forecasts, the air traffic now that something called commercial airlines exist?

Me! But do I get any songs? Do I receive adoring letters in the mail? Do I have a million impersonators offering meet-and-greets in shopping centers? No!

Mrs. Claus isn’t asking for much. Just a little more recognition is all. I think she deserves it!

#fantasy short stories #santa claus #mrs claus #mrs clause #christmas short story #christmas story #christmas stories #short story #christmas #christmas eve

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The Naughty List Is Worse Than You Think 📜

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The Naughty List ain’t no joke. You think you got something to fear getting your name marked on the Big Man’s list? Ha! Here in the North Pole, one slip up could ruin your life. Oh, you thinks I’m punking you, eh? Sit down, hot cocoa on the house. Now, you listen to ol’ Jingle Slacks, and you listen good.

You ever hear of Goody-Two-Shoes from the Gift-Wrapping Department? He was nothing but a regular elf until one afternoon, when a particular case of the munchies convinced him to sneak one extra sugar cookie during snack break.

“It’s just one wee cookie, what harm could it do?” he prolly thunk to himself as he committed the crime. Aw, he thought wrong — real wrong; after all, some poor fella lost his cookie, and it didn’t take long for that fella, Ginger Snap, to get cranky real fast.

It was quite a tantrum that elf threw, and of course them nosy prowling meddlers loved to elvesdrop. Them meddling elves even competed on who could reach the Elf Resources first, because ain’t no way any elf worth their ringy-dingy shoes would miss out on the opportunity to snitch to ol’ Santa about how some greedy gobbler snatched some poor coworker’s cookie.

Then, faster than a marshmallow melts in cocoa did ol’ Goody — well, they call him Gluttony now — get his name marked on the Naughty List for breaking Clause 5: No elf shall commit acts of gluttony.

Boy did that fella fall from grace after that incident; the tavern is his temple now, and eggnog is sustenance.

Oh, and poor Powder Puff. She was living her best life as the chairelf of the Toy-Making Department, not a problem in the world . . . until she dozed off at her desk.

Rumors say it was because she was out rocking around the Christmas tree late the night prior. Others say it was because she done drunk one too many cups of cheer and was paying the price.

Whatever she did, she ended up a-snoozing through a meeting that she herself scheduled about transferring another elf from the Painting Branch to the Carpenter Branch.

When that elf walked in and saw their boss drooling all over her papers, they ran straight for the Elf Resources faster than Rudolph ran to town.

Afterward, poor Powder Puff — well, they call her Cuddly Puff now — got her name scribbled on the Naughty List in red ink for breaking Clause 7: No elf shall commit acts of sloth during work hours.

As punishment, her status was revoked and she got transferred to Waste Duty out in the reindeer stables. If that weren’t enough, her salary was replaced with coal for one solid year.

Then there’s Cinnamon Sugar from the letter department. Yikes is all I can say for that lass. See, her weasel-like curiosity got the best of her one December night. You know what she did? She snooped inside some presents for her and her colleagues before Christmas morning. When Cinnamon learned that her rival, Peppermint Lolly, was getting a brand new s’mores-making machine instead of her, you bet your fanny she saw red — or rather, green.

See, she did something very naughty that day; she swapped her gift — a hand-knitted scarf — for Peppermint’s gadget. Of course, that landed her with a big fat X across her name on the Nice List for breaking Clause 4: No elf shall be possessed with or commit acts of envy. Tsk tsk.

On top of having to write “I must never be jealous” on paper fifty thousand times, nobody was allowed to give Cinnamon — well, they call her Sin-amon now — any gift under any circumstances — whether it be Christmas, birthday, housewarming, babyshower, or any other occasion — for four years in a row.

So, you get the picture now? The kids, they get off easy compared to us elves here . . . too easy.

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hi I’m ten seconds away from bawling my eyes out what the fuck why is it so thing ITS LITERALLY FULL OF LOVE AND JOY AND NICE I’m gonna be sick.

baby black vulture. I’m in fucking shambles. “vultures are ugly vultures are scary mimimimi” FUCK YOU THAT THING IS LITERALLY LOVE.

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Today, many may be getting ready to sit down to a feast with their families in celebration of what’s commonly called “Thanksgiving”. Before you do so, take some time to think about the real significance behind this day and the histories that have been buried deep from view. Learn about National Day of Mourning and why this day is treated much differently among First Nations peoples. For many, this day marked the beginning of a long, horrific, still-ongoing history of violence. Talk to your family members about what truly occurred this day and what it means to the Native people of these lands. Find out what Indigenous lands you’re currently on and the ways you can help to support, uplift, and amplify the First Nations people in your area. Wishing everyone a meaningful National Day of Mourning. 

Note: while the term “Indian” is used by Wamsutta James in his quoted speech, and some Nations use it to refer to themselves, it’s best to refer to Native people as Indigenous, Native, or First Nations out of respect (especially if you’re not Indigenous yourself).

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Writing Prompt #58

Shipt shoppers unknowingly deliver murder weapons to a killer’s house.

#writing prompts #writing ideas #writing prompt wednesday #horror prompts #writing prompt #crime fiction prompts #crime prompts #crime fiction

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PMDD : A Vent Poem

PMDD — or premenstrual dysphoric disorder — fucking sucks. I’m tired. I’m tired of feeling insane, hopeless, worthless, and broken. I’m sick of it showing up when I need to be physically and mentally okay the most. I hate who I am when I’m hormonal. It seems like I can only get one week or two normalcy before the cycle begins anew.

I KNOW these terrible feelings of impending doom and disaster are temporary, but in the moment, they feel permanent and deserved to be so. Sure, birth control and antidepressants have helped SOME. But no matter what, I can’t escape — PMDD always comes for me.

#writing #writing vent #vent writing #cw: negativity #tw: negative thoughts #self sabatoge #pmdd #living with pmdd #actually pmdd #fuck pmdd #pmdd is a bitch #premenstrual dysphoric disorder #mental health #mental illness #mental ill health #my poems #my poetry #poems #poetry #mental health poetry #vent poetry #vent poem

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Writing Prompt #57

A psychic who can only predict the past . . . which is useful for finding out the truth about what’s been erased to history. And unsolved cold cases.

#writing prompt wednesday #writing prompt #writing prompts #writing ideas #historical fiction #historical #history #true history #true crime #mystery #murder mystery #crime fiction prompts #crime fiction #cold case #psychic #future vision #fortune teller