#Grand L. Bush

[abs0luteb4stard]

W A T C H III N G

I'm going through as many Exorcist movies as I can stand. Trying to see what I haven't seen before. Something to do.

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I don't see how William Friedkin criticized 'Exorcist Believer' in a moral sense in its production shortly before his death when this movie by Blatty himself posited that Damien Karras somehow survived his climactic fall down the stairs in the original film to become possessed by a serial killer and "the master" or "legion".

This movie's plot is beyond reasonable reality, even in demonic possession beliefs. The devil may have reach, but even Satan would be bound by certain cosmic laws.

Friedkin was an ass to do that.

That said, this is not as terrible a movie as I expected, but it's more like a slasher film than an Exorcism.

[camyfilms]

FORREST GUMP 1994

Jenny, I don't know if Momma was right or if, if it's Lieutenant Dan. I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time.

[lobbycards]

Colors, German lobby card. 1988

[rookie-critic]

Die Hard (1988, dir. John McTiernan) - review by Rookie-Critic

Where the HELL have I been for 29 years not watching Die Hard?! For real, I have no conceptual understanding of why I have chosen, CHOSEN not to watch this until now. So much time wasted not knowing the glorious beauty of John McClane fighting against the German thieves in Nakatomi Plaza on Christmas Eve. I haven't had this much fun watching an action movie in quite a long time. This movie is superbly acted, the action is crazy, intense, and complete spectacle in the greatest sense of the word, and, outside of a few pieces of the story that seem a little convoluted and nonsensical (the way the last lock on the safe works is completely asinine), it is cleverly written as well. The way both John McClane and Hans Gruber maneuver around each other is action/suspense at its most potent, and both Bruce Willis and Alan Rickman bring the perfect amount of bravado to their roles without spilling into camp territory, something that the 80s had a bad habit of falling into. Not that camp is necessarily bad or negative, just that it has a tendency to not get done right and turn cringey instead of humorous. Additionally, can we give some mad respect to the costume and makeup departments for making sure that Bruce Willis looked just absolutely wrecked by the end of the film? He is the dirtiest person I have ever seen by the time the credits start rolling and I just find that minor detail so unbelievably satisfying.

My singular complaint, which is a total shame because I so badly want to call this a perfect action movie, is that we take too long to get to the good stuff. This movie is a whopping 2 hours and 12 minutes, which, when compared to more modern spectacles such as Avatar: The Way of Water or Avengers: Endgame, seems cute, but really that's a long action movie compared to Die Hard's contemporaries. The movie could have been cut down by at least 20 minutes to remove some of the unnecessary setup and in-betweens so that the film could just be non-stop McClane v. Gruber insanity. However, even with that complaint, I was still sad it was over when the credits started rolling, and I think that Die Hard has become a new Christmas tradition for me.

Score: 9/10

Currently streaming on Starz.

Also, Die Hard is, 1,000,000%, infinity %, forever and for all time, absolutely a Christmas movie. I don't see how anybody can even half pay attention to Die Hard's story and still think it's not a Christmas movie. The office Christmas party, the giant Christmas tree that pervades every single outside shot of Nakatomi Plaza, the semi-frequent jokes about the fact that this takes place on Christmas Eve, the credits song being "Let It Snow." Christmas is vomited across the landscape of this entire film, and anyone that doesn't think this belongs in the Christmas film canon is fooling themselves.

[ultimate-007]

LICENCE TO KILL 1989

Rafer Johnson, David Hedison, Grand Lee Bush, Timothy Dalton

[duranduratulsa]

Now showing on my 90's Fest Stevegoolie Saturday Night...The First Power (1990) on classic DVD 📀! #Movie #movies #horror #TheFirstPower #loudiamondphillips #mykeltiwilliamson #tracygriffith #JeffKober #billmoseley #ClaytonLandey #dennislipscomb #grandlbush #davidkatims #dvd #90s #90sfest #durandurantulsas4thannual90sfest #Stevegoolie #svengoolie #metv

[2ndaryprotocol]

[simseez]

Actor Grand L. Bush Breaks Silence About Playing "Balrog"

the best dramatic performance of our time

[gyundo]

“A Meeting I’ll Never Forget”

Lee Jeno (Jeno) x Male Reader!!

SMUT! Interact at your own risk!

Plot: Two princes meet fatefully, and fit each other like a long-lost lock and key

Prince L/N Y/N was the oldest son of the king of Escrow. The Escrowian empire had started with the prince’s great-grandfather, who had risen to power as a mercenary that had fallen out of favor of another kingdom and had come to Escrow to establish his own empire.

Y/N, on the other hand, had no desire to rule over his kingdom. He was obviously going to accept his position as his father’s heir, but the duties didn’t particularly strike him as interesting. Y/N always had a preference for tasks such as cooking, baking, and the arts, such as singing and dancing, which earned him many scoldings from his parents.

Y/N’s parents cursed him on many occasions, explaining to him that his preferences were that of commoners, but it fell on deaf ears. Y/N continued to do as he pleased, and he never attended his swordsmanship lessons or any physical training. This, for a prince, Y/N was quite weak. Although, thanks to the nagging of his father, Y/N was stronger than the average person and did have some minor muscle definition.

As young people often do, Y/N neglected his responsibilities, and for a royal, this was intolerable. As Y/N’s father received an invitation for a meeting, he realized this was the perfect opportunity to put his son in order.

“You will be escorted by my personal order to the Kingdom of Travania in order to attend the meeting on the 25th of this month, Y/N” the King spoke with confidence in his throne room.

“B-but that’s so boring father, why should I sit in a carriage for 5 days with no proper food to go meet some random crusty king in a faraway kingdom?” Y/N complained, in a typical young adult fashion.

“King Jeno is an extremely influential man in his area. You mustn’t forget that your grandfather was from Travania himself. It is in our best interests to make relations favorable between our empire and his kingdom, if we wish to avoid any wars for hundreds of years.” the emperor promptly replied.

“B-but father, I don’t wanna go—,” Y/N whined.

“That’s enough out of you. Remember I’m not just your father but the emperor as well. You will go meet King Jeno. Do whatever it takes to curry favor with him,” the emperor bellowed.

Y/N stomped out of the throne room and ordered his servants to pack his things and prepare the carriage. He knew he didn’t have a choice in the matter and before he knew it, he was sitting in the carriage and already left the capital.

Y/N was angry as to why he had to leave his fun in the palace to go meet a random King who was old and would have nothing to talk about with Y/N. Y/N figured that he would just offer some items that were made by the Escrowian Empire that were sure to pave the way for a trade deal. Y/N was even more frustrated that his father had sent him in his stead.

Little did Y/N know, King Jeno was nothing like what he imagined.

The envoy arrived after a long, treacherous journey that saw many bumpy roads, many forests, and many plains. Y/N was more exhausted than he could describe, and he was everything but jumping for joy when he saw the palace of Travania.

Y/N treaded gracefully, in awe of what he was seeing. Sure, his familial palace in Escrow was large, but the Travanian royal family's estate was lavish in another sense of the word, with large fountains adorned with figures of greek worship. Garlands of roses adorned the edge of the roof of the main palace, which stood so grand Y/N had to turn to be able to see it all. The garden was artfully carved and decorated, with each bush and tree pruned in a most detailed fashion.

Y/N realized that the days-long journey to Travania was worth it from the view itself. Remembering almost as an aside that there was a meeting for which he had came, Y/N walked further to the main gate of the palace.

There, a tall figure stood awaiting him. As Y/N drew closer, he observed the elegant rhinestones embedded in the crown of bearer. He paid attention to each stretch in the royal garment, which stuck to each individual muscle on the man's built body. The biceps, large to the point that the seam was stretched, the pecs, which filled out the top, and the pants, fully conforming to the large thighs made Y/N realize he was in the presence of a man truly fit to be king.

"You must be Prince Y/N of Escrow, your highness. I am King Jeno of Travania. It is with great pleasure I welcome you to our empire and our summit this afternoon," the man spoke with a great smile, reflected in the expression of his eyes.

"Your highness, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance and to be the recipient of such great hospitality. Our nations are sure to grow closer relations from this monumental event," Y/N spoke eloquently while shaking the hand of the other man.

Jeno, not blind to the way Y/N had previously stared him up and down, understood the situation very well. As a show of diplomacy, Jeno transitioned the handshake into a bodily embrace common between royalty of different nations to show closeness. From the viewpoint of others, this was completely normal.

The reality of the embrace was known only by Jeno and Y/N, from the way Jeno reached underneath the cape of Y/N and fondled his buttocks in a way not visible to any. He continued kneading the large protrusions of the prince as he increased his pressure.

Y/N, still in shock from the abruptness and how suddenly these developments had occurred, refrained from any immediate movements and let out a small moan that he thought was only audible to him.

Jeno, however, had also heard the moan and understood that his actions were received well. Letting go of the younger, King Jeno continued, "My attendants will give you a tour of Travanian royal palace while I prepare for our summit. They will lead to the room of our summit after the tour, so you shan't worry, Prince Y/N."

"I stromgly appreciate thy kindness and will sincerely revel in the beauties of your artful palace, King Jeno." Y/N gracefully responded.

The attendants continued to show Y/N around the various areas of the palace, which included hanging gardens, exotic flora collections, the royal bathing chamber, the surrounding farms, and the servant quarters that seemed better than the prince's own bedroom. An hour had elapsed before the head attendant spoke, "King Jeno has finished prepared for your meeting. He awaits you inside these doors and has requested that you enter alone. It has been a pleasure giving you a tour, my liege."

Y/N gave a show of his appreciation and opened the grandiose doors that seemed like that of a bedchamber. He stepped inside quietly, closing the door behind him and expecting to see a large round table with artisan-crafted chairs. Instead, he was met with a large, silk sheet draped over a large mattress, lush purple velvet curtains, and most striking of all, King Jeno dressed in a red robe that unveiled his extremely muscular upper body, with a significant bulge in the clothing covering his private area.

"Ah, I see that you've arrived. We can start discussing matters of interest to us once you take a seat here, my prince," Jeno spoke lustfully.

Y/N, absolutely shocked, but being the honest man he was exclaimed,"Never have I seen such a meeting, but I am more than happy to take you up on your offer, my King."

Jeno looked pleased as Y/N sat down on the bed, embracing him the moment he did. Y/N felt the warmth of Jeno's muscular body on his own, while sensing great pressure from his large muscles in his upper body and his bulge that was separated from Y/N's only by cloth.

The king moved his lips closer to that of Y/N's, looking at his with concupiscent eyes that asked for permission. Y/N, without words, gave his approval by moving his face only slightly forward, to which Jeno responded by firmly crashing their lips together, pushing Y/N down onto the sheet, and rubbing his hands under Y/N's tunic.

Y/N reveled in the pleasure of Jeno's masterful techniques that mingled their tongues together with sounds that could only be interpreted as sinful. Their lips met again and again, with short breaks for air, only to be crashed together as violently as when they first met. Suckling sounds and shared strands of saliva spoke to the passion between the two men as their mouths melted in the pleasure of each other.

Jeno pulled away as Y/N motioned, "Hurry, my King, I feel urges and a steady heat rising in my body. Only you can help me."

With a sly smirk, Jeno replied,"Anything for my guest, my prince," while peeling off Y/N's clothes as he went in to resume their lip lock.

Moments later, a fully naked Y/N was below Jeno, still in his robe, with their legs intertwined and lips connected as the younger felt Jeno's arm around his back and his waist. The two continued making out and enjoying the pangs of pleasure released by the meeting between their lips.

"It's time to discuss the foundations for an alliance," Jeno joked while unbuckling the belt holding his robe on. Y/N looked with nothing but desire at Jeno's large pecs, his well-defined abs, his sculpted shoulders, and his large, perfect dick that was fit for a king. Jeno's cock stood proudly in front of Y/N, with veins and a deep red tip that Y/N wanted to break him. The sheer thickness of his cock made Y/N want to take Jeno forever, who would stretch Y/N and surely leave him crying for mercy.

Jeno understood the desires of the younger well, and not being able to control his own, Jeno flipped over Y/N onto his stomach.

Tapping his cock against Y/N's hole, Jeno heard moans of impatience as he began to slap the prince's hole with a thud that spoke to the weight of his penis. His eight inch cock was sure to break in Y/N quite nicely and leave him unable to live without Jeno forever. This experience would give Y/N such a pleasured pain it would unlock new levels of lust in his brain.

"I see you are well-prepared for this new connection between our nations," Jeno spoke as he observed wetness at the Y/N's opening, speaking volumes to the younger's insatiable appetite.

Jeno, unable to control himself any further, roughly plunged his cock into the deep, moist entrance of Y/N's ass, as the younger let out an audible yelp. The corners of his hole began to slightly bleed to accomdate the first-time stretch.

Overwhelmed from the sudden introduction of seven inches, the thickness of the pole inside him, the pain of his hole ripping slighlty, and the new feeling of being filled, Y/N let out large tears that stained the white sheet below him. Jeno, being the diplomat he was, moved his face closer to Y/N's, cooing at him before encapsulating his lips once again.

The pleasure of the kissing distracted Y/N as the radiating pain from his lower body retreated and only a feeling of fullness remained. Jeno experimented with a small thrust, resulting in an audible moan Jeno heard through their connected mouths. He proceeded to pummel his thick rod into Y/N at a faster pace, enjoying the squeals of the former virgin who felt a constant pressure on his prostate and inside all areas of his passage.

Jeno continued further with a rough animalistic pounding that elicited the arching of Prince Y/N's back and moved him back and forth across the bed with each powerful thrust.

The feeling of the all encapsulating walls of Y/N hugging and squeezing Jeno's cock was emphasized through the various groans the older let out. Y/N was addicted to the pleasure of having his walls filled and stretched out fully, as well as the warmth of the large veiny cock inside him that sent waves of pleasure each time Y/N's prostate was brushed by.

Jeno's thrusts grew more greedy as he became less gentle, eliciting almost musical moans from Y/N, that sounded like he was asking for more. HIs manhood stretched out Y/N's hole fully and gave him a good dicking down that showed a king's true power.

The hilt of Jeno's thick cock smacked Y/N's rim with indescribably pleasureful force that Y/N's eyes could do nothing but roll back. The thought of a large, muscular man, such as Jeno, pounding him with a large cock that fit inside him like a key and satisfied the itch of emptiness inside him that arose earlier in the day led Y/N to a seventh heaven he knew he would have to reach again and again.

"Enjoying my large cock squelching in your boyhole, my prince? Petite little princes like you are designed perfectly for taking a large kingly dick that is far too large for any woman. I'll have you bouncing on my cock and asking for mercy through your moans like this for as long as the two of us live. I'll pound you to the point that you become mine and only mine, my cock is what you'll need to live every single day," Jeno proudly whispered.

The wet sounds of Jeno's large cock infiltrating Y/N's passage, along with their skin slapping together, filled the room with auras of sin and desire.

"UHHH, YESSS, fuck me as rough as you can, your highness. I can't get enough of your large dick, my king, I'm so glad you decided to take me and make me yours, that is exactly what I deserve to be, your cocksleeve and whore," Y/N responded with nothing but pleasure filling his head.

The sounds of sex became more unholy as Jeno's large cock released pre-cum that further lubricated Y/N's walls and increased the squelching, making both more horny as Jeno continued to wreck Y/N's hole mercilessly.

Jeno's golf-ball sized testicles slapped Y/N hard with each thrust, reminding Y/N what a true man's dominance was and felt like inside a bratty boy like him. Y/N wanted nothing more than to succumb to and embrace the fact that he was being manhandled by a true man whom he could never compete with. All he wanted was to be done again and again by Jeno's large cock, be subservient to his desires, be creamed and de-masculinated, and to have his slutty whoreish bussy pummeled like it was asking to be.

Y/N's hole began to slowly comform to Jeno's cock and grow used to it as the thrusts increased, sticking to his massive dick and not letting go of each vein as he pulled out prior to each thrust. Y/N's hole was basically becoming like a real pussy that bulged outwards almost like a flower blooming and reflected each action of Jeno's merciless cock.

Jeno bulged Y/N's stomach with each thrust, rearranging his organs in the process and growing his desire to breed the prince with copious amounts of cum deposited in his hole. Jeno continued to ravage and do Y/N with the sheer girth of his cock that entered Y/N's asshole like a lock fitting in a key. Y/N's prostate was being abused greatly with each rubbing of Jeno's cock's veins against it, resulting in waves of pleasure clouding the minds of both.

Jeno lost control and felt his climax nearing as he pulled out to his glans and pushed over six inches back all in one go for his last thrust, that pushed Y/N over the edge and led to his orgasm while Jeno released multiple spurts of thick cum into Y/N's passage, as a sort of signature on the documentation of their alliance. Jeno continued to push his cock further inside Y/N's hole as each spurt hit Y/N's walls more forcefully, overstimulating the younger. Y/N tiny hole remained stretched well by Jeno's fat cock inside of him that the prince begged to let remain inside.

Jeno reveled in his training of the younger prince and being the one pound and cream his greedy boypussy for the first time, knowing that peace between the kingdoms was secured for all eternity.

"This is a meeting I'll never forget," Y/N sighed with satisfaction while staring at Jeno.

[lukolabrainrot]

So i have a theory. A definitely delulu theory. So delulu, so very delulu.

So people are saying that Luke did not reference Nic at all in the People article. So hear me out.

In the this or that selection part, when asked about secret admirer or grand gesture, he chose secret admirer. Which is how he kind of is with Nic. Like she is the one who does the grand gestures, names him, thanks him, talk about him in all interviews. Even when asked about who is Pen's ideal boy, she just described Colin. But Luke always beats around the bush. He does not out right say it. All of us just have to always read between the lines when it comes to his thoughts. So, this is me doing it again. The secret admirer part is him referencing Nic. Gosh! Never not leaving the restaurant I think.

Hey, I don't actually think ANY of us are "delulu" here. NONE of us here know 100% what is going on BTS. However, MOST roads lead back to one place lately... and it's not JD or A imo 🙄

But y'know, I think L's This or That interview spoke VOLUMES in a lot of different ways (ESPECIALLY his non verbal cues). And I agree, I definitely think his Secret Admirer response was very much tied into him and N 😍

[earlycuntsets]

pt. 3 (parts 1, 2, 4)

earlycuntsets.org sourced - where I got all my mcr pictures

first of a series. due to tumblr limits on how many links you can post. this full idea will be continued on future posts. here is 2007-2010. this is pictures. will make a separate post for youtube/recordings.

been needing to fully source my website so here we go! wanted to share with other kool mcr fans.

old fansites/website appearances:

12/17/2010 the night 87x stole christmas detroit mi - ken settle & schwegweb.com (ken settle)

12/18/2020 the edge jingle bell rock toronto ca - popmatters (mcrmy ecuador) & aux.tv

02/13/2011 birmingham uk -blackvelvetmagazine

03/05/2011 barcelona spain - in headphones (mcrmy ecuador)

04/09/2011 denver co - reverb (mcrmy ecuador)

04/12/2011 minneapolis mn - citypages (mcrmy ecuador)

04/15/2011 chicago il - chicago now (mcrmy ecuador) & j.l. hopper

04/17/2011 cleveland oh - radio 92.3 (mcrmy ecuador)

04/23/2011 nyc ny - QRO magazine

05/07/2011 sayreville nj - thenjunderground

05/15/2011 bbc r1 big weekend carlisle uk - country grind slideshow

05/18/2011 orlando fl - ishotyourband.com & jencray.com

05/21/2011 & 05/22/2011 dallas tx - blackvelvetmagazine

05/28/2011 la ca - theaudioperv & sarah dope (deviantart)

07/10/2011 live at t in the park balado uk - thisfakediy

09/01/2011 auburn wa - suzi pratt

flickrs:

12/12/2010 101 rex the halls san diego ca - natalie, brittney denaux,

12/14/2010 st louis mo - todd owyoung, kingdead, todd morgan, jane bush,

12/15/2010 chicago il - ashley osborn, famousliving.dead, liz kannenburg, danigio,

12/18/2010 the edge jingle bell rock toronto ca- megan shauna

12/31/2010 carson daley nye - alexis siracusano

02/12/2011 london uk - lucy roth & emma webb

02/16/2011 dublin ireland - ian keegan

02/18/2011 manchester uk - michelle heighway, kay elliot, frankie cooksie, helena hurricane

02/19/2011 nottingham uk - simplificity

2/21/2011 cardiff uk - holly jenkins

02/22/2011 newcastle uk - sinead granger

02/24/2011 london uk - lucy roth (planetary go mv show)

02/26/2011 tilberg netherlands - rene sebastian

03/01/2011 paris france - jem & dianthallr

03/05/2011 barcelona spain - ruben navarro, elsa nieto, javier bragado domingo

03/07/2011 milano italy - rodolfo sassano, emanuela silm rillo,

03/12/2011 mtv winter valencia spain - laura s.c., ana barettino, grace dirnt, jose fernandez,

03/18/2011 stockholm sweden - victor lundmark

03/31/2011 oakland ca - scernea

04/02/2011 vancouver ca - ashley tanasiychuk, anil sharma,

04/03/2011 seattle wa - ciera walters

04/08/2011 salt lake city ut - sparkk&fade & alex young

04/09/2011 denver co - michael fajardo

04/11/2011 toronta ca - tony felgueiras

04/13/2011 milwaukee wi - echolalia

04/15/2011 chicago il - amelia l, danigio

04/16/2011 grand rapids me - stephanie weier

4/22/2011 nyc nc - brittany vero

04/23/2011 nyc ny - brittany vero, amy winkler, ludovica ciccarelli, tyler olson, robert polanco

05/07/2011 sayreville nj - future daydream

05/15/2011 holmdel nj - michael dubin

05/10/2011 washington dc - specimenlife, kell

05/15/2011 bbc r1 big weekend carlisle uk - chealsea cochrane, sabrina lr,

05/17/2011 ft lauderdale fl - maysa askar & marc schiller

05/21/2011 dallas tx - thunderkiss

06/24/2011 dcode festival madrid spain - juan rodriguez talavera, juan perez- fajardo, patygelduck

06/26/2011 imola italy - giacomo astorri,

06/27/2011 vienna austria - jeremy kruezmayr & steph fiorese

06/29/2011 volt festival sonpron hungary - zalaihirlap (mcrmy ecuador)

07/07/2011 oeiras portugal - palco principal

07/27/2011 vienna austria - inkbotkowalski

08/13/2011 hershey pa - alicia brown

instagram:

05/05/2011 boston ma - rich g

looks like there will be a part four to complete the timeline. damn the link limits

part 4 here

[msweebyness]

Revenge of the Akuma Class

Hey, ya’ll! I find the dodgeball and paintball posts by Artzy incredibly funny, so I decided to make a little reversal scenario! Enjoy! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Shadow Crawler: A game we played back in my hometown. It’s kind of like hide and seek, but it’s played in two teams. One team is the ‘seekers’, kind of, but the kick is they’re the ones hiding. They hide all around the area while the other team has to keep an eye out for them, while they walk around the area. So the tagger team will jump out when someone passes to basically spook and try to tag them. And there’s several home bases that the runner teams try to get to. If the people you’re chasing get to home base before you catch them, you’re out!

Setting: Grand Paris Hotel (Closed for some renovations)

Marinette: (Has just explained the rules to the Science and Recess Classes) Alright, is everyone ready?

Marc: Yeah, seems simple enough.

(Most of the kids in the other two classes feel a chill down their backs all of a sudden. Did the room just get darker?)

Marinette: (Claps her hands together) Great! Now we’re going to go hide while you all wait here. Max will send out a group text when we’re ready to go, okay?

DJ: S-Sure. L-let’s do this!

(The lights in the room suddenly dim.)

Marinette: Perfect. This will be so much….fun. (The other classes wonder if they’ve gone nuts because Marinette, like the rest of her classmates, now has bright red eyes and razor sharp teeth, all bared in disturbing slasher smiles. (Like that family in Helluva Boss))

(The lights abruptly go out)

Simon: Okay, what the shit?!

(The lights flicker back on…and Bustier’s class has vanished.)

- - - - -

(Denise and Spinelli dive behind a desk, breathing heavily)

Spinelli: Do…do you think…we lost her?

Denise: Yeah, she couldn’t have seen us duck in here. She was too far behind!

(The two take a moment to get their bearings back…when the door cracks.)

Rose: …All around the mulberry bush…

Spinelli: (under his breath) Maledetto Inferno!

Rose: …The monkey chased the weasel…

Denise: (Biting their lip to keep from making any noise)

Rose: …The monkey thought ‘twas all in fun….

(Things go silent for a couple minutes after that, leading them to decide Rose must have left)

Denise: (Slowly beginning to stand) I…I think we’re-

Rose: (Popping up over the desk) POP GOES THE WEASEL!

Denise/Spinelli: *Scream*

- - - - -

(Jean and Austin T duck into a room that seems to be empty, dropping down to the floor as they breathe heavily)

Austin T: Okay, not gonna lie. Not having too much fun right now. God, who knew they could get so intense about a game?!

Jean: It’s punishment, Aus. The actions of my class have wrought demons unto the earth. (Looks around) It looks like we’ll at least be safe here for a-

(An ominous giggle sounds through the darkness, and the boyfriends slowly turn to look, seeing Mylene sitting atop a dresser with a threatening, sharp-toothed smile.)

Mylene: Well, hello. You two seem like you’re lost.

Jean: N-now, Mylene, let’s not…I’m your friend, remember?

Mylene: Oh, Jean…in this game, there are no friends across enemy lines. As of this moment…(she smiles, showing off her sharp teeth as her eyes glow crimson) You’re prey.

(Jean and Austin T slowly back away from her…only to bump into a large, solid object behind them.)

Mylene: Oh, there you are, love! Right on time! I could use some help dealing with these two.

Austin T: You know what, I think we have a prior engagement, so we should really- (grabs Jean’s hand and they bolt from the room)

(Deciding to give them at least a small chance, Mylene and Ivan share a quick kiss before donning matching malevolent, shark-toothed grins.)

- - - - -

(Zoé and Austin A hide under a counter in the kitchen. A strange scraping sound, like nails against metal echoes through the dark space)

Chloe: Zoe~… Where are you, sis? I just wanna talk! I’m not mad that I’m still finding paint in my hair which I told you to avoid! (Psychotic cackle) Come on oooout~…

(The two blondes hold their breath, praying for the surprisingly ominous sound of high heels to pass them by. Suddenly it stops.)

Austin A: (Whispered through his teeth) Understand that if she finds us, I’m bolting and leaving you for dead. You’re the one she’s after.

Zoe: (hissed under her breath) Not if I shove you at her to buy myself time, asshole.

(At that moment, the table is upended, landing with a clatter several feet away)

Chloe: Survival Tip 1. When the person you’re hiding from is in the room, you should probably keep your big mouth shut, hon. (Manic giggle)

- - - - -

(Marc and Austin Q walk slowly around the hotel’s storage area, shining their flashlights into any potential hiding places. Suddenly, Austin Q sounds like he’s choking)

Marc: What? What is it? (He looks where the redhead’s flashlight is pointing, and freezes)

(In dripping red paint on the wall are the words “I SEE YOU.” And just below that, Nathaniel sits, giving them an intense, crimson eyed stare.)

Nathaniel: Hello, Rainbow. (Jumps down from his perch)

Marc: Hi, N-Nath…

(The redhead vanishes into the shadows, before reappearing right behind them.)

Nathaniel: Boop. (Lightly taps the back of Marc’s head) You’re out, babe.

Marc: W-wait, that’s it?

Nathaniel: For you. (Turns to Austin Q, his eyes glowing scarlet and pointy teeth bared in a grin) Run.

Austin Q: SHIT! (Turns and flees)

- - - - -

(Simon and Gerard are slowly making their way down a dark, empty hallway)

Simon: Do…do you feel like someone’s watching us?

Gerard: Yeah, it’s like there’s a…presence…

(Suddenly, their phones scream, scaring the crap out of both of them.)

Simon: Okay, I don’t remember changing my notif to that.

(They pick their phones and to their confusion, they both have a text from an unknown number. Hesitantly, they open them at the same time, and their screens go black, glitching as the words ‘LOOK BEHIND YOU’ appear in staggered white block letters.)

Simon: What the…? (He and Gerard turn around…and standing less than fifteen feet behind them is Max, giving them a Cheshire Cat grin as his eyes glow bright red.)

- - - - -

(Lacey and Austin B slowly inch their way around the wall of the hotel’s main ballroom)

Lacey: Okay, we’re almost to home base. I saw the marker on the other side.

Austin B: Sure, as long as no one sees us out in the open. Like we currently are. Seriously, we have NO cover.

Lacey: Just shut up and keep moving, Boulet. The ballroom is wide open, it’s not like anyone can sneak up o-

(With a loud crack, a fist with a familiar sweatband smashes the window above, blowing glass over their heads)

Kim: (Pops his head through the shattered window) HOWDY, FUCKERS!

Austin B: Oh, HELL NO! What the shit?!

- - - - -

(Ismael and Kendra look up at the ceiling, where loud bangs and clatters sound from every possible direction.)

Ismael: She’s in the vents. She’s in the GODDAMN VENTS! How did she even get up there?! These are vaulted ceilings!

Kendra: I have no fucking clue, but I think we better run. Maybe if we split and go different directions, we can-

Alix: (Pops out of a vent just above their heads) SURPRISE, BITCHES!

- - - - - -

(Reshma and Mindy back slowly through the darkness of the room they just ducked into, closely watching the door to make sure no one is going to follow them.)

Mindy: Do you think anyone saw us come in here?

Reshma: No, I don’t thi- (She bumps into something)

(Slowly, the two turn around…and there’s Juleka, hanging upside down from the ceiling, with a sharp fanged grin and mercury-colored eyes.)

Juleka: Boo.

(Reshma and Mindy shriek)

- - - - -

(Cosette and Gia are hiding in a supply closet, watching a stream on the school blog)

Alya: (Over the phone) What’s up, y’all? So my class is kicking ass in a game of Shadow Crawler, and I think my prey is hiding in this very room. Cosette? Gia? Maybe you’d like to say hello?

Gia: Well, at least we know she’s in the wrong room. We would hear if she was in the room with us.

Cosette: Y-yeah.

Alya: Oh, I wouldn’t count on it. (The two look down at their phones and see themselves on the livestream. They then look up and see Alya giving them a sharky smile, twiddling her fingers in a little wave.)

- - - - - -

(Back in the room where the game started, all the defeated classes are rounded into a corner, tied back to back with…were these jump-ropes? Must have come from the Hotel Gym. Thoroughly unnerved, they begin to exchange conversation.)

Aurore: Marinette got me and DJ. She set up a fucking cage rig. We somehow didn’t see the X…

DJ: And next thing we know, a full-on iron cage crashes down and we’re trapped!

Mireille: Adrien came down the fucking wall! Like a spider!

Lotta: He’s supposed to be sunshine personified, not a demon! Since when does he speak Aramaic?!

(All of a sudden, the lights go out again. When they come back on, before them are the akuma class, still with those unnerving, demonic grins.)

Marinette: Well, well, well…it seems there’s no more prey left to hunt….our game is at its end.

Ismael: Alright, you guys made your point! Now…what are you planning to do with us?

(The akuma class tilts their heads in confusion)

Kim: Dude, what are you talking about? Game’s over.

Alya: Yeah, we- Wait. Omigod, did you guys think we were gonna hurt you?!

(The Science and Recess classes all exchange looks, before the Akuma Class all burst out laughing.)

Mylene: Guys, it’s just a game! Do you think we’re psycho or something?

Alix: A game that we just dominated! Score for the most badass class at DuPont! Whoo!

(Her classmates all cheer)

Marinette: Victory pastries on me!

Adrien: Sorry if we freaked you guys out a little. Markov, you can untie them now. (The little robot sets to doing this.) Besides, now we’re even! And we’ll all have fun and play games or sports like friends, like normal people. And nobody will get too intense! …Right?

(For the briefest of moments, the Akuma Class’s crimson eyes and dagger-like teeth return, prompting rapid affirmations from the other two classes)

Rose: (Cheerful) Great! Well, see you guys!

(The akuma class leaves)

Well, that happened. Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

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@inklings-challenge forgive me for being a day behind, but for yesterday's Chesterton Challenge prompt of "Mystery," here is an excerpt from a mystery story from the world of The Blackberry Bushes, a Morrick Hopeley story by L. D. Melbray, with annotations by Elystan Liddick. This is from the book that he annotated in the Christmas Chapter with the intention of presenting it to Levico as a gift.

(If you're unfamiliar with this, this is my fictional world's equivalent of Sherlock Holmes! So I am writing mimicking that style.)

In all my acquaintance with my friend Mr. Morrick Hopeley, I had never known him to seek out the company of a lady for any cause beyond his professional services.[1] Even his dealings with my Maira, despite the role that she played in the case of the Batsford Murders,[2] dripped with the distant courtesy of a gentleman toward a lady shopkeeper. If he ever had a mother or a sister or an aunt, he has never confided in me,[3] but I doubt not that if he did, he would regard them with his own peculiar mixture of aloofness and polite disdain. Exactly what was his reason for regarding the fair sex in this manner I cannot say with certainty;[4] it was among the unfortunate defects of my friend’s otherwise admirable character,[5] and a fault for which I have dared to rebuke him multiple times.[6] Once, when Hopeley and I shared rooms in Fisher Road, I went so far as to suggest that his aversion stemmed from a secret fear, and was rewarded with utter solitude for the rest of the evening.[7] Yet in the strange case of Miss Celeas Arkwright, which I am about to relate, Hopeley made an exception to his inexplicable rule, for indeed Miss Arkwright was an exceptional woman,[8] and it is by that designation that Hopeley has come to regard her—The Exception.

If I recall correctly, it began in the autumn of 1898.[9] Despite the moderate success of my literary career, the call of the stage once again had compelled me,[10] and I had joined the cast of a respectable, if not grand, production of The Misfortune of Mr. Naym.[11] My role was but a supporting one,[12] yet it provided enough comedic interest to keep me as diverted as our audiences for the next month. I had not seen Hopeley in weeks. If he had heeded my telegram pleading with him to attend my first night if he could, I had missed his unmistakable features among the crowd—no surprise, for my friend is a master of disguise.[13] I expected him to turn up anywhere during our run in some outlandish persona or another,[14] but on this particular night he chose, as ever, to defy my expectations and turned up in my dressing room in his own character after the end of the performance.

The expression on his face, as he leaned against my dressing table, arms crossed over his chest and long legs stretched out before him like a frog’s, plainly indicated that he relished the prospect of startling me.[15] I confess that I took some umbrage at his neglect of my first night,[16] and determined that I would not give him the satisfaction of my genuine reaction to his abrupt manifestation in my private quarters. I flatter myself that I am a creditable enough actor to maintain such a ruse.[17] Without a glance at him, I strode into the dressing room, shed the outermost layers of my costume, donned the dressing gown Maira gave me for Christmas (a quiet brown with a subtle self-stripe),[18] and seated myself at the dressing table to begin the rituals of cold cream, quite as if there were not an absurdly tall and silently perturbed man practically at my elbow.[19]

Halfway through divesting myself of greasepaint,[20] I allowed my eyes to drift in his direction and acknowledged him with a nod.

“Ah,” said I, “Hopeley. There you are, old chap. I see you have been dining with the ambassador of Faysmond—that is, when you have not been taking a lengthy stroll through the countryside near Fifield or acquiring the hobby of brass-rubbing. Between your days at the Coregean Library researching for that case with the bishop’s nephew’s dog, of course.”[21]

A proud beam brightened Hopeley’s thin face. “My dear Wystan,” said he, “you have at least learned to apply my methods. Do tell me, my boy, how you have deduced these things.”

“The answer is simplicity itself,” I remarked. “I read the newspapers.”[22]

[1] Because he has better things to do!

[2] I can’t blame Hopeley. That was the most tiresome part of that book.

[3] Based on his remarks in “The Adventure of the Baboon’s Umbrella,” I theorize that Hopeley’s mother is dead and has been dead for a long time. And if he had a sister, he would have mentioned her by now. I cannot imagine his growing up alongside anyone except Seoras. They wouldn’t hate each other so much otherwise.

[4] He—has—better—things—to—do! This isn’t a mystery.

[5] Oh, your friend has unfortunate defects, Wystan? Need I remind you of what you did when Hopeley needed you most in “The Secret of the Cursed Candlestick”?

[6] I want to read this conversation very very very very very badly. How soon can you write it, Mr. Melbray?

[7] This one too! And he’s wrong. Hopeley isn’t afraid of ladies. He isn’t afraid of anything.

[8] I rather like Miss Arkwright too. She isn’t soppy like Maira.

[9] He does not recall correctly, because in The Batsford Murders, he married Maira in December 1898, and he’s obviously already married to her in this story, which cannot take place any earlier than spring 1899. Perhaps Wystan should try keeping a diary so that he could remember dates correctly once in a while.

[10] So much for “I shall never tread the boards again. I vow it to you, Maira, my own!”

[11] I approve. That is the most amusing play I have ever seen.

[12] Why didn’t you tell us whom he played? Was it Alcidon? It has to have been Alcidon. He’s the funniest character in the whole play, and it would be a shame to waste Wystan on anyone else.

[13] No surprise, for Hopeley wouldn’t bother to disguise himself to go and see Wystan, because he knows that Wystan knows all the costuming tricks and would see straight through him.

[14] As he did in “The Mystery of the Fish-Fry Brotherhood.”

[15] I would have startled him first, but Wystan isn’t quick enough for that.

[16] For shame, Wystan, he has a perfectly good reason! He always does. Nobody cares about your first nights when there’s a case to be solved.

[17] More than creditable. I wish Wystan wouldn’t talk about himself like that; he’s brilliant. Remember “The Businessman and His Cat,” when he convinced everyone that he was the Prime Minister’s secretary?

[18] How could she have given it to him for Christmas if this took place in autumn? This is further evidence that the dating is incorrect. Also, she has hideous taste in dressing gowns.

[19] This is one of my favorite scenes. I laugh so hard that it nearly sends me into coughing fits whenever I reread it.

[20] It is even funnier when you realize that Wystan goes through this whole conversation with his face covered in cold cream.

[21] FOUR cases that you haven’t given to us! I am dying of suspense! Write more! Write faster! I can give you ideas if you want.

[22] But we all know that he could have deduced these things if he wanted to. He just wanted to annoy Hopeley.

[gojocumdumpster]

The Girl in the White Dress.

Warnings: None for now??

Idk I just thought of this.

Type of story: sfw

Female reader

Desc: Every year only once, there was held a Ball only to people who got invited. But who would give you this invite? Your not royal..?

You examined the invitation, looking closely at every single word they said. "Congratulations you've been invited to The Grand Masquerade Ball. You may be curious on how you got this letter but don't fret! The theme is White, Elegant and fancy. We would appreciate it if you followed the Theme/dress code. Please take note that YOU have been invited and we would love if you took this seriously and look your best. Doors open at 8PM and start's at 8:20PM. We Hope to see you soon Y/n L/n." Your eyebrows clenched in confusion wondering how and why you got this? They even know your address. You think to yourself about how this could be a set up...

"Weird...let's just search this up to see if this is even real"

*Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click* *Click*

Before you could even type in the half of the word there was a website that popped up in the recommended searches saying "TheMasqueradeBall.com" "Now what the fuck." Clicking on the link there's pictures of this Fancy ball with just descriptions and other dumb stuff. But the thing is, the letter wasn't the only thing that was given to you. There was this White dress, heels, mask and Jewlery. And a card saying, "Presented with anonymous appreciation and affection." Who could it be? This better be clean and not already used. Are these heels even in my size-?" And they were.

"Okay... this is getting weird." making a weird face. You grab your phone checking what time it was. "Oh fuck- it's 6:30. What Have I been doing? Sitting my ass down looking at this letter??" you grab the box and storm off to your bedroom tossing the box on your bed. Taking the dress out of the box and that dress was gorgeous. It fit into the dress code, and it stood out so much.

A white elegant dress opulently adorned with sparkling diamonds, creating a dazzling and resplendent display of luxury and glamour. It was Beautiful. The mask glistens with intricate sparkles adorned with delicate feathers that gracefully fan out. The elegant heels are a perfect match for the opulent dress and gala mask. With a slender stiletto heel and a graceful white satin finish, they exude sophistication and style. Adorned with shimmering rhinestones and intricate beadwork, Completing the ensemble is a stunning array of jewelry, each piece carefully selected to enhance the opulence of the outfit.

A dazzling diamond necklace drapes gracefully around the neck, its sparkling brilliance echoing the twinkling of the dress and mask. Delicate diamond earrings hang from the ears, catching the light with every movement, adding a touch of glamour and sophistication. A shimmering diamond bracelet adorns the wrist, completing the look of luxurious elegance.

It was perfect.

Quickly you put everything on including hair and makeup. "This person got me looking sexy as hell." You take some pictures before heading out. The place was far it looked kind of sketchy at first but the more you got closer it was huge. Freshly cut round bushes and a roundabout filled with Limousine's and fancy cars. There was a lot of traffic, cars filled behind you quickly, honks hear there but luckily you made it but that parking lot was HUGE. 4 parking garages with 5 levels and it was a fancy once. It was filled but if you looked carefully you would find a parking spot.

As you were looking for a parking spot you see girls in there fancy dress and men in there suits. You parked your car and did some quick touches before hopping out, "I look like I'm getting married.." you mutter. You picked your dress up walking carefully to the elevator waiting for your turn. "This mask is so sweaty." Luckily you were the only on the elevator, the dress is to big to fit anyone else in here.

*Ding*

The elevators open and you see people walking to the entrance of the Gala, as you walked out people were turning there heads, complimenting the dress as you said your dress stood out a lot. But there this one specific stare that kept bothering you but you couldn't find out who it was. But you shrugged your shoulders walking off to the steps. You took your time going up each step, there was a man with a suit greeting everyone at the door. And you walk inside as you glide across the ballroom floor, all eyes turn to you, captivated by your beauty and grace. You are the epitome of sophistication, a vision of luxury and glamour.

Tonight, you aren't just attending the gala YOU are the belle of the ball, a radiant presence that leaves an indelible impression on all who are fortunate enough to witness your splendor. Your gown, a vision of opulence, is a long, white masterpiece adorned with sparkling diamonds and intricate beadwork. The dress hugs your figure in all the right places, its luxurious fabric flowing elegantly with every step. You made it on time! It's beautiful the gala has a dazzling display of luxury and extravagance. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm golden glow across the room with tables draped in white lined scattered throughout the room! Your table was number 45. Dinner was at 9. A regular dance was going on in a couple of minutes.

But that stare was still there. You chat with people as they gave you nice feedback of your dress and overall just chatting with you. The Regular dance was going on right now but you had no one to dance with. You walked to the bar and order yourself a water. You were on your phone until you felt a tap on your shoulder. "The dress I sent you looks amazing on you."

[elmoees]

ミ★ 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 ★彡 (jjk ll)

summary: snippets of a summer with the jjk men part two :)

- word count. 928

- contents. implied fem!reader, no use of (y/n), nicknames (babe, love, princess, ect), established relationships (boyfriend/husband), canon world but little is mentioned, curse? sukuna, mentions of nobara and maki, mentions of yuuji's impending death, minimal/no cursing, fluff drabbles so no warnings required but a little angsty!

- notes. have fun reading! second post :p

jjk l part - haikyuu version - one piece version

ミ★ 𝘐𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪 ★彡

Was it a mistake to take a trip to the corner store at 11’oclock? Maybe, but was it worth it? Absolutely. As Yuuji walked over with his arms full of snacks, you couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous amount. “Do we really need all of that? How much do we need for a movie night?” he could only gawk at the statement. 

“Babe! We can’t watch a movie without chips and soda, c’mon be serious.” Raising your hands in defense you pretend to back off, “I’m totally serious, ‘m always serious!” 

Yuuji stuck his tongue out and walked over to the cashier, not dropping a thing. He was a man on a mission, and clearly it was a success. 

“Lets go! I still gotta show you the Human Earthworm series!” The pink haired male bounced towards the exit with two plastic bags in tow. Yuuji’s enthusiasm never failed to get you excited for even the most mundane of things. He had been hyping up this series as some sort of gory slasher, though apparently the third was lacking in taste. Even with that detail in mind, he had gotten you hooked with the promise of a movie marathon date after the rough week you both had. 

He was still the vessel of one of the most dangerous beings in all of existence, and you… well you were nothing special, not in the grand scheme of things. Your knowledge of the Jujutsu world started and ended with Yuuji, and you think when he was gone that’d be it for you too. 

So for now without the weight of the world on your shoulders, you’d enjoy this crappy movie franchise and over-priced snacks with the love of your life. For both your sakes, everything else could come later. 

“Okay! Okay, ‘m coming.” 

ミ★ 𝘔𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪 ★彡

“I can’t believe you made me to do this…” Megumi’s voice was deep as he grumbled into your ear. The day was warm, and seeing as it was a weekend you had decided to spend part of your free time strawberry picking. You could only smile to yourself as the both of you continued down the rows of small green bushes, “Oh yeah? What’s wrong with a few berries ‘Gumi?” The tone was questioning as you leaned down to take a few of the small red fruits. 

“I just- wouldn’t you rather be doing this with Nobara and Zenin?” The dark haired boy asked with a pout. 

“Huh? No, cos they’re not my boyfriend and they wouldn’t make me as happy as you do.” You replied, reaching down with your extra hand to grab his free one. Even after almost a year he was still shy when it came to this sort of affection. “Besides, who’s gonna buy me a lemonade after we’re done?”

“Me,” you nodded turning to face him. With a smile as bright as the sun shining above, you kissed Megumi’s reddening cheek and watch him flush even more. 

“Uh-huh, and you’ll get even more kisses for it!” 

Just a year ago, he could’ve never imagined himself here with you. Fighting curses and taking on the world left little time for leisure, let alone love. There were only a handful of Sorcerers that he had heard of with partners, and to say he was now one was shocking. The world was dark, and he had always known that - But you, oh incredible you, made it brighter than ever. 

Leaning back down to kiss you in return, he said “Wouldn’t have it any different, Love.” 

ミ★ 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 ★彡

As day turned into evening, you had suggested a nice walk with your husband. Sukuna had elected you both take the long route to make it a date, and with no complaints the two of you headed on out. 

“We should do this more often, Princess.” He said, voice a little distant. Normally he was heated, whether it was work or some other villain of the week, there was always something bubbling under the surface of his skin. With a nudge to his shoulder you give him a sly smile, “Yeah, well if ya weren’t so busy maybe we could, Handsome.” 

He gave a nod, and for a while more you continued to walk in a comfortable silence. “What are you thinkin’ about ‘Kuna? Don’t want ya to pop a blood vessel over this,” you nudged him again, and went to wrap an arm around his. 

“Just… Just about how much I don’t deserved this, ‘m not good for ya- and don’t even start you know I’m not.” The pink haired male settled into your touch, taking a few breaths. 

When you two had met all those years ago, he hadn’t been a good person. Truth be told you didn’t known if he was one now - but he was good to you. It wasn’t such a surprise for him to be thinking this way, ‘King of Curses’ didn’t hold much in terms of hope after all. “Well, maybe this isn’t about what you deserve? You got me, you’ve have me, and now you can keep loving me. Like I do for you,” 

“I’m not a good person,” a nod 

“I’ll hurt you,” a hum 

“But, I do love you…” and that you knew, he wouldn’t have cared enough to be here otherwise. 

You loved him too, that much was clear. You had changed for him, you had cried for him, and somewhere along the line you had fallen too deep to come back. Hopefully, that was the kind of love he felt as well. 

“Mhm, and I you.”

 ©elmoees 2023

[ultimate-007]

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