#bridget chambers

[lesbian-jack-barnabas]

for PGW day 3 i decided to finish my aP girls lineup :) which also forced me to finally pin down my bridget design!! which is good bc i need to draw her and esther more often

[koppaiterocker]

I had to go to Twitter for this one help me

[galaxofmuses]

In the nice lush of Green Hill, The flickies are flying by a rather cozy house. A whistle breaks through the bird song as the pair of flickies sitting on the nearby branch watching a sky blue colored mobian and starting to paint the house. The hedgehog breaks into an exhausted yawn.

"Ah man....I'm definitely going to miss out another ball game. It's my day off and Bri wants me to..."

Then a rush of two young kids running outside with a fit of giggles followed by another adult hedgehog with a blanket draped over her head and making bear noises.

"Dad run! There's a bear on the loose!"

"We gotta run away!"

The kids squeal with delight as the so called bear is chasing after them and both of the small mobians ran off."

The male adult hedgehog looks at the chaos with a tired smile.

".....Finish painting this wall."

[someoftheday]

3rd or 4th rewatch and it holds up forever, except the part where she's 136lbs and considered overweight. Wtf!!! Also, sorry not sorry, if Mark said what he said at the party, there would be 0% reconsideration

Crying in Bathrooms

watching bridget jones diary and realized…

Jude:

is also..

Myrtle:

[moshpitgamma]

My Sunflower|| John Dory x Fiancé!Reader

Warnings:Angst+Fluff

(This is my first real fanfic so Plss don’t be TOO harsh)

YALL ITS LONG OK😭

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“John! I’m home!” Said the exhausted troll walking through the door of their shared apartment. “Huh? Damn it’s 9pm.” Y/n said checking the time. “Hun, You here?” They screamed again wondering why their fiancé wasn’t answering. When they didn’t get a response they started to get anxious, but convinced themselves he went to either the studio or to hang out with his brothers.

The clock finally hits 11:03pm and still there isn’t a sign of JD. “Why isn’t he answering his phone?” You said with worry laced in your voice. His brothers also didn’t answer their phones for god knows what. Now you’re in full panic mode pacing back and forth in the dining room blowing UP his phone with messages and calls. After your many failed attempts of contacting him you finally decided to call the only person you KNEW that was gonna pick up. So you called his grandma.

Once she answered you tried to hide your anxiousness and your panicked voice, but she caught on to it quickly. “Hi Mrs. Rosie, do you know where John is? I haven’t spoke to him since this morning before I went to work.” You asked frantically hoping that she would cure the pulsating adrenaline going through your body. When you finished your nauseating questions the silence you both held was fueling it like you were going to burst. When the never ending silence finally came to an end a sigh was heard. "Hun Bun….JD left hours ago after their embarrassing show fail." she told you with reassurance and empathy. She then continued to tell you how and what happened between the brothers. The last thing you ever heard from her was “Sweetie just give it time.” So you waited…

And waited….

And waited….

Until 20 years have passed and still no sign of John. You were invited to the royal wedding of King Grisel and Bridget and was currently trying to find a dress. While rampaging you closet like a mad woman you come across and unfamiliar bagged dress. When you took it out you stared at it with tears welling up in your eyes. It was your dress he proposed to you in. It was admired in jewels and yellow sunflower like petals and soft like satin and silk. It was one of a kind. Your debating stopped instantly and you proceeded to put on the dress.

FAST FORWARD TO WEDDING :>

“We are gathered here today t-.” “STOP THE WEDDING!” A random voice yelled…

You felt like your heart was going to jump out your chest from all the adrenaline rushing. Trying to force your tears down you finally built enough courage to turn around and look to where everyone else was looking. When you finally saw who it was your tears finally escaped their haunted and sorrowful chamber. He was there……

Standing in front of Branch?

Trying to pick him up?

You didn’t wanna get noticed in this state so you turned to leave but you felt a hand grab your flushed smaller ones. It was Branch..”Are you ok?”he asked knowing you weren’t. “I’m ok.” You said quickly dismissing his attempts of comfort. Before you could leave you heard a nickname you never knew you would hear again. “My sunflower?” He must’ve felt the tension he created so he hurried to you and begged you too listen to his explanations and excuses. You couldn’t do nothing, BUT listen so you gave him 3 minutes. “The reason I left was because Brozone was turning into a disaster and I needed to just space myself away for a while!”

You didn’t know whether to be mad or sad or HELL even glad but you knew he was trying to get you to understand. “But did you have to go?” Tears welling up..

Silence…….

“Did you have to leave me alone without telling me ANYTHING?!!?”

“I-“ you didn’t let him finish before you started walking off letting the emotions and realization sink in. He knew he fucked up… He couldn’t let you leave…. He needed his flower…He ran up to you and hugged you as hard as he could to prevent you from leaving and cried like hell was dragging him away from the heaven he created with you. “Sunflower PLEASE, I promise I’ll never leave you again!!” He repeated like his life depended on it. You slowly started to give in and soothed him. “Please Hun, I promise I’ll pro-“ He couldn’t even get done with his sentence before feeling the feeling he oh so missed….

Your lips…

“Please Don’t leave me again.” You said barely above a whisper and your teary E/C eyes looked at him.

He smiled warmly and responded with nothing but sincerity..”Of course not my sunflower.”

THE ENDDDDDDD☺️🫶🏿

[20-22archive]

highly requested gayitlin masterpost its gonna be Very Long so

i wanna just skip over to junior year cause thats when i feel like the evidence is most damning lol

flirting or being extremely comfortable with female journalists esp during march madness?? (more on this later when she joins the league too)

some with autumn johnson (x1 x2 (same one but with ss) )

the infamous one with arielle chambers (x1 & x2 )

whatever this was with monika

her instagram activity

this could have a whole post dedicated to itself cause jfgbdfgd

okay okay first off we all know she follows out/gay people like the bellairs, olivia ponton, kristie mewis, pinoe, kehlani, tobin heath, etc. she doesn't follow her now but she did follow mikaelatesta who, like ponton, is very ig baddie type if that makes sense. and lets just be real alot of her posts are very suggestive bfgbd

also her likes on just posts with gay couples in general?? there's these three on candace's ig, arike's engagement post, kmewis & sam (this and this and this and this too lmaoo), and coach rania's post with her wife even going as far as commenting couple goals (did it AGAIN on her anniversary post) pics of the bellairs AND sue/megan stuff (third one, fourth, fifth, sixth basically a shit ton of content of them tgt you get the gist)

pride posts like preath's pride merch drop and both of olivia ponton's pride posts (honestly doesnt take much scrolling to she that she likes her posts on the regular) , kehlani pride post

and kinda random but her liking this sydney sweeney post & these posts from kayla nicole lolol

not much in her senior yr but i WILL say that this is when she got more comfortable with kate and you can find all of that in the katelin or work wives tag i think

also the whole lore with tatianna & bridget (bridget posts she's liked/commented: one two three and its more 2023 off season to mid senior season) and caitlin has liked practically every tati post from aug 2023 to lmao but a few shes commented on (one two three )

and then theres THIS which idk what the hell is supposed to mean ??

ok so onto her rookie season: very similar to post/end of junior year for the first half of the season at least

more flirting with/eyeing interviewers

caitlyssa thing is self-explanatory and you can find most of that in the caitlyssa tag

flirting with her fav interviewer ari chambers

checking out a'ja at wnba all-star

following chelsea cutler on ig who is a pretty lesser known but openly queer artist (also notable that another iowa alum kathleen doyle posted herself going to one of her shows and monika who is queer also follows)

ummm idk i guess thats all? theres also just the fact that theres a pattern of her being super close with the gays on her teams (monika/kate we all know abt that, nalyssa for like the first 2/3rd of the season, erica earlier on) and ones who arent (liz kitley now and georgia before they fell out)

[fanfics4world]

Between Love & Duty - Part 2

From Back to you book. Bridget x OC

Summary: When the White Queen discovers the forbidden relationship between Skye and Bridget, everything becomes complicated. Threatened by her mother, Skye must make difficult choices to protect those she loves without sacrificing her own heart.

Two days had passed since the White Queen discovered the truth about Skye and Bridget, but she mentioned nothing to her daughter. Instead of confronting her, she continued to watch, planning in silence. 

Skye, unaware of what her mother knew, had noticed a strange calmness in her mother's behavior. The queen, for the first time in a long time, seemed to be satisfied with her behaviour, and that only added to Skye's unease.

As Skye practised with her sword in the castle gardens, an unexpected invitation arrived. A small card, in her mother's perfect handwriting, instructed her to report to the throne room that evening. Though there were no details, the tone of the note was direct and formal.

The afternoon arrived, and Skye, nervous but curious, entered the throne room. Her mother was waiting for her, seated with that impeccable posture she had maintained for as long as Skye could remember.

“Mother” Skye began, bowing her head slightly in respect.

“Skye” she said, her voice as cool as ever, but with a touch of interest she rarely showed. “I've been thinking about your actions. And while I don't agree with your methods, it seems you've finally begun to understand what it takes to protect this kingdom”

Skye didn't know how to respond. Her mother's approval had always been an enigma, and now, to receive a token of it threw her off.

Her mother waved her hand, pointing to a side table, where a small chest adorned with symbols of the White Kingdom rested. “Inside that chest is a gift, something I've been saving for the right time”

Skye, somewhat surprised, walked over to the chest and carefully opened it. Inside, she found a crystal brooch with the royal family emblem representing the royal lineage. The same emblem her mother had carved into her skin months before.

As she took it between her fingers, the coolness of the metal seemed to melt into the coolness of her hands, but there was also an unexpected weight to the gesture.

“This brooch” her mother continued. “Belonged to my mother, and her mother before her. It is a symbol of our family and our duty to the White Kingdom. Wearing it will always remind you of your responsibility”

Skye nodded, but a shadow of doubt settled in her mind. She knew something else was behind the gesture, but she dared not ask.

Skye sat in her room, contemplating the last letter she had sent to Bridget through Chess. Her heart was beating more quietly, knowing that Bridget was enjoying her holidays. But then, there came a soft knock at the door. She opened it with an uneasy feeling, and one of the castle servants handed her a letter. The seal of the White Kingdom stood out at the top, elegant and cold, as always.

She unfolded the letter and read the few words her mother had written:

Skye, come see me in my chambers this afternoon. There's something we need to talk about.

There were no other details. No clue as to what the conversation would be about. The tone of the letter, however, raised an alarm in Skye. 

It was never a good thing when her mother used such formal coldness.

Skye headed towards her mother's chambers with a mixture of tension and resignation. She knew that any interaction with her mother rarely ended well for her. When she reached the room, she knocked softly on the door and, receiving permission, entered.

Her mother was sitting on the bed, her posture impeccable, her hands clasped in her lap. Her whole figure radiated perfection, an image Skye knew she could never match. Her mother looked up, her eyes as cold as ice. Her gaze settled on Skye with an intensity that made her hesitate. Yet Skye kept her composure. She couldn't afford to show fear.

“Mother” Skye began, doing her best to maintain her composure. “I got your message”

“Sit down, Skye” she said in a soft but authoritative voice.

Skye obeyed, taking a seat in the chair in the room. The silence that followed was crushing, as if she was measuring every second before she spoke.

“What did you want to talk about?” asked Skye, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

Her mother remained silent for a few seconds, her eyes assessing her daughter with an implacable coldness. “I've discovered something very interesting, Skye. Something that, I must say, has taken me by surprise”

Skye swallowed saliva, her hands sweating as she held them steady on her lap. Her mother looked up at her, her eyes drilling into her daughter's. Skye didn't panic. She remained calm, forcing her face to show no emotion. “What are you talking about, mother?”

Her mother rose slowly, walking towards the windows that overlooked the vast landscape of the White Kingdom. Her silhouette, wrapped in her white cloak, looked more imposing than ever. “I have discovered…” she said with a dangerous softness. “That my daughter is involved in an inappropriate relationship”

Skye felt her blood run cold in her veins. This was worse than she had imagined. 

She knows.

“With the Queen of Hearts' daughter”

The silence that followed was deafening. Skye tried to process the words, but each one was like a thrust straight to her heart. She had been careful, had done everything she could to protect that secret. But somehow her mother had found out.

“I…” she started, but her mother interrupted her.

“So... my daughter, the future queen of the White Kingdom, has decided to become romantically involved with the descendant of our worst enemy”, she paused, looking at her with a mixture of disbelief and disapproval. “I thought you had begun to understand what it meant to be a queen. Loyalty to your kingdom. And yet you choose the enemy”

“You're not just weak, Skye. You're a traitor”

“It's not treason!”, Skye looked up with more bravery than she expected to find in herself. “She has nothing to do with past rivalries”

Her mother slowly approached until she was only inches away from Skye. “You have no right to talk to me about what you understand or don't understand about politics, Skye. You're nothing but a child playing at being queen. And what you've done...it puts everything in danger”

Her breathing grew heavy. “Bridget is not her mother.... She's not our enemy”

The coldness in her mother's eyes was more cutting than ever. “She may not be now. But her blood is the blood of our enemies. And you, Skye...are you willing to risk everything for her? Even your place in this kingdom?”

The air in the room grew heavier with each passing second, and the tension between mother and daughter seemed to crystallize like ice. Skye felt the weight of her mother's words fall on her like a slab. The thought tore at her, but she couldn't stop thinking about what the threat meant. Her mother didn't speak in vain.

Skye felt her heart race as her eyes searched for something, anything in her mother's face that would give her a sign of mercy, of understanding. But there was nothing but that perpetual ice in her gaze.

“Mother... please…”

“Silence! From now on, you must prove to me that your loyalty is where it belongs: with this kingdom. You will renounce to that girl”

Skye remained silent, her mind racing at full speed. Her mother's words hit like a hammer: You will renounce to that girl.

The very thought of leaving Bridget, of never seeing her again, was unbearable.

“What if I don't?” asked Skye in a whisper, though she knew the answer wouldn't be good.

Her mother looked at her with that terrible calm that always characterised her. “Then you will be alone, Skye. Not only will you lose my protection, but I will exile you from the kingdom. You will no longer be the heir to the White Kingdom, no longer my daughter. You will lose your title, your home, and any future you may have here”

Skye's heart sank. She knew her mother wasn't lying, her words were a sentence. If she didn't obey, she would lose everything. Tears began to gather in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She could not show weakness.

Her mother took a step towards her, moving closer, but not lovingly. She took her by the chin, lifting Skye's face to look into her eyes. “This is the ultimate test of your strength, Skye. Put aside distractions and take the crown in cold, steady hands. If you can't do that, you're not worthy to wear the White name”

Skye was broken inside. Bridget was her heart, but her mother was demanding to rip it from her chest. There was no escape. She felt that no matter what she did, she would always be a piece on her mother's board, used and manipulated to serve the purposes of the White Kingdom.

“I will” she finally murmured, her voice barely audible. “I'll renounce her”

Skye was clear on what she had to do: keep pretending, keep fooling her mother. If her mother thought she'd won, Skye might have time to save what really mattered.

Her mother released her, watching her daughter with a look full of suspicion, but also satisfaction. “I hope you keep your word. Because if you don't, Skye... the consequences will be worse than you can imagine”

Skye maintained her composure until her mother dismissed her with a wave of her hand. She bowed slightly, as was her custom, and headed for the door. She left the room and closed the door behind her, her mind already formulating her plan. She would pretend, of course. She would play the game her mother wanted. But she didn't plan to renounce to Bridget. Never.

The White Kingdom castle had always been a prison for Skye, but now she felt it more than ever. She knew she had to be careful. Every move, every word, had to be calculated so as not to arouse suspicion.

Over the next few days, Skye began to act as if she was living up to her mother's expectations. She did not leave the castle, participated in meetings with the court, and showed perfunctory obedience. Every night, however, when she was alone in her room, she wrote to Bridget in secret, sending the letters through Chess, who delivered them with his characteristic mocking smile.

“You're still playing with fire, princess” Chess whispered to her one night, materialising beside her in the gloom of the room. “But I like to see that you haven't changed after all”

“I need you to keep helping me, Chess” Skye told him quietly, handing him another letter for Bridget. “No one can know we're still in touch”

Chess purred, his smile widening. “Your secret is safe with me, Skye. But don't forget that playing games with your mother always has consequences”

Skye knew that. But she was willing to face them. As long as she had Bridget, she could face anything.

However, the White Queen began to suspect that something wasn't quite right. Although Skye was behaving impeccably, there was something about her behaviour that didn't quite convince her. She had been a master of manipulation and trickery for too long not to notice when someone was playing a game of their own.

Skye walked with quick, nervous steps towards the border of the White Kingdom. She hadn't had the courage to write Bridget a letter, that her mother had discovered their relationship, and the weight of the situation was becoming unbearable. She needed to see her.

But when she reached the secret gap in the border, her heart dropped. It was sealed. She stepped back, panic rising in her throat. 

How had it been discovered?

Before she could process it, a familiar voice echoed behind her.

“Did you really think you could fool me, Skye?”

Skye's body tensed at the sound of the voice. She turned slowly to find her mother standing there, surrounded by her soldiers.

“Mother…” she whispered, trying to keep her composure, but fear was already gripping her.

“Do you always think you can get away with this, Skye?” she asked with a softness that only intensified the threat. “That you're always going to be one step ahead of me?”

Skye pursed her lips, avoiding her mother's gaze. She knew that any attempt at a response would only make things worse.

“Pathetic” she said advancing towards her with calculated slowness. “That's what you are, Skye. A pathetic little girl who still thinks she can defy me. That she can have something beyond what I allow her”

Skye flinched at those words, feeling each one pierce her heart, making her feel even smaller, even more insignificant under her mother's shadow.

“You've always been so naive” her mother continued, leaning closer, her icy eyes boring into Skye's. “Thinking you can have it all. But you always fail. Always, Skye”, she let out a cold laugh, full of contempt.

Skye felt the lump in her throat grow larger, but she wasn't going to give her mother the satisfaction of seeing her completely broken. No, she was already broken inside, but at least she would maintain that small facade of dignity. Still, her voice trembled as she tried to speak. “Mother, I…”

“Silence”, her mother held up a dismissive hand. “I don't need any more of your excuses. You always think you know better than me, that you can fool me, but I am no longer so blind to your pathetic attempts at rebellion”

Her mother gave her no time to react. With a wave of her hand, her soldiers reached over and grabbed Skye, leading her back to the castle. She didn't say a word during the ride, her mind filled with chaotic thoughts. How could she have been so naive?

When they reached her mother's room, she was left alone. She instinctively moved to the window, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and what she saw made her heart sink even deeper. All the chess soldiers of the White Kingdom were lined up, their weapons poised, ready for battle. It was a terrifying sight, as if war was about to break out.

“I'm giving you one last chance, Skye”

Her mother's voice came from behind her, making her flinch. Skye hadn't heard her come in. Her mother approached slowly, with the same cruel serenity that characterized her.

“Forget that girl forever…” she continued, her tone deadly calm. “Or I'll wipe the Kingdom of Hearts out of existence”

Skye felt the air rush out of her. She turned to her mother, trying to process what she had said. Terror was growing in her chest, but she couldn't let her mother see it. She couldn't show weakness.

“Mother... you can't do that…” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“Oh, but I can. And I will if you don't do the right thing”, she took her roughly by the chin, lifting her face so that she was looking directly into her eyes. “You have no power here, Skye. You've always been just a piece in this game. And if you ever try to trick me again, I won't hesitate to give the order”

The words echoed in Skye's head, the weight of the threat clear. Her mother was pushing her to the edge, toying with her resistance. But what was most devastating was knowing that she would actually do it. Her mother wasn't the type to make empty threats. If she didn't obey, Bridget and the Kingdom of Hearts would be condemned.

Her mother dropped her chin dismissively and stepped back, wiping her hand as if touching her daughter had been a tainted act. “You are weak, Skye. And that weakness is your greatest shame. A true queen cannot afford such distractions... such pathetic displays of what you call love”

She paused, assessing her daughter's reaction. Skye's eyes trembled with a mixture of pain and fear, but the queen showed no compassion. She walked slowly around her, like a predator stalking its prey.

“This is a lesson you need to learn, Skye”, her mother continued in an even colder tone. “And you can do it the easy way... or the hard way”

“If you challenge my patience again, Skye” she said in a dangerous whisper. “I will not hesitate to give the order. And when I do, there will be nothing left of the Kingdom of Hearts. Not even of her”

She knew her mother wasn't lying. She knew that if she disobeyed again, she would not only lose Bridget, she would witness her destruction.

And that idea, the very possibility of her love causing so much suffering, hurt her more than any punishment.

Skye's heart pounded in her chest as if it would explode, and tears threatened to well up in her eyes. But she couldn't cry, couldn't give her mother the satisfaction. She knew that any show of weakness would only fuel her mother's cruelty.

“You will remain in the dungeon. Perhaps that will help you remember your position. But, when you leave here, you had better regain the facade of perfection you hope to bring to Merlin Academy”

Her mother was implacable. Any disobedience would be punished, and he knew there was no escaping her absolute control. Her world was crumbling faster than she could bear.

“Remember well what I have told you” she concluded with a cruel smile. “No one will see the punishments, Skye, but you will feel them”

Skye sat on the cold, rough floor of the dungeon, tears streaming silently down her face as her gaze was lost in the darkness around her. The stone walls, damp and stifling, seemed to close in on her, as if they wanted to crush her along with the anguish she felt tightening in her chest. The air was thick and icy, but it was not the cold that made her shiver. It was the fear, the helplessness, the hopelessness that consumed her.

“I can't do anything” she thought over and over, the words weighing like a sentence. Bridget was the only thing that had made her life have any meaning. Bridget had loved her unconditionally, had seen her beyond titles and obligations, had brought light into her bleak world. But Skye knew now that there was no escape. She could no longer pretend, could no longer cling to the idea of secretly protecting her. Her mother had made it all impossible. If she defied her will, Bridget would pay the price.

She put her hands to her face, stifling a sob she couldn't contain. The lump in her throat made it hard to breathe, and her body trembled with each choked gasp. She wanted to find a way out, some way to save Bridget, but the only option left was to comply with her mother's order. To renounce to her. Let her go. It was the only thing that could save her from imminent destruction. And though the thought was unbearable, she knew there was no other option.

Her hand fell to the brooch still attached to her dress. A gift from her mother, a symbol of control and oppression. She stared at it for a long moment, her fingers caressing the cold metal surface. That brooch, once a symbol of her future as queen, now meant nothing more than a chain binding her to a life of submission.

She remembered the day her mother gave it to her, and how she had felt an absurd hope that the gesture represented something of love or affection. But now she knew the truth: her mother did not see her as a daughter, but as a pawn, a tool to be moulded and used at her whim. Worst of all, Skye had run out of options to resist.

A wave of rage and despair swept over her. Not for her mother, but for herself, for her own weakness, for not being able to protect Bridget as she had promised. With a gasp, she ripped the brooch from her clothes and hurled it with all her remaining strength against the stone walls. The metallic sound ricocheted through the dungeon, but did nothing to release the weight in her chest.

The silence that followed was even more oppressive. The brooch lay on the floor away from her, glowing faintly in the gloom. Despite the rage, she did not feel freer. On the contrary, she felt more trapped than ever. She knew there was nothing she could do. No matter how hard she tried, her mother would always be in control, and Bridget? Bridget was lost to her.

She looked at the small barred window on the other side of the dungeon, the raindrops falling on the other side barely visible through the darkness. A last trembling sigh escaped her lips. The pain in her chest was unbearable, and her soul seemed to crumble into pieces.

“Bridget…” she whispered in a broken voice, as if invoking her name might give her the strength to endure what she knew she had to do. But there was no comfort in that word. Only more pain. Because she knew she couldn't hold on to it. She had to let her go, no matter how much it broke her.

The sacrifice was too much, but Skye couldn't risk losing her in a more definitive way. She knew what her mother would do. She knew there would be no second chances. Bridget, the Kingdom of Hearts... it would all be gone if she defied her mother again.

Her eyes filled with tears, she sank into the cold darkness, resigned to the only choice she had left. The decision had been made. There was no escape. She would have to carry out the order. She would have to renounce to the only person who had ever made her feel alive.

Masterlist

[empressgeekt]

Bridget goes to save everyone, and suddenly, the prickliest troll she'd ever met was having a baby. I don't think they'd be able to go through with the Can't Stop the Feeling sequence unless it was an external carry. Branch would be way too exhausted afterwards, and he may very well barely be able to even move when Bridget tips thenpot iver

Chef would separate him from the others before that happens. Even if he's grey, meaning rotten, it's clear he's fertile. If his incoming baby was colorful she could make him into a breeder troll. She locks him in her chambers in a cage to deliver alone. He has no idea if Poppy and the others make it out until she, Bridget, gristle and thankfully doc moonbloom run into the room.

[skrunklowumbo64]

DISCLAIMER: Don't engage with a toxic user that's being called out, just block, report, ignore, & move one.

Remember when I made a public apology for making a callout tweet about a certain Tumblr group of IDW Sonic critics (a certain fox was one of them) on Twitter like roughly 2 years ago?

Yeah, I was in good terms afterwards, but a year later, when I randomly saw the edgy sadist fox man wishing death on a comic book writer showing up in my personal Twitter timeline, I took my apology back from him (plus some of his associates overtime) & gave my two cents about it.

The reason why he wished death on a comic book writer was because the satanically evil boogiestans were harassing & doxing his friend who had cancer. You know the old saying, 2 wrongs don't make it right. This isn't the only toxicity thing he has done & I got several evidence to show below.

CW/TW: Excessive Slurs, Bigotry, SH, & SA

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BONUS EXAMPLES

Plus archived links to his Twitter & Tumblr accounts.

There are way more than what are shown in the images & I can't expect to find them all. Several or so of them are from a few years or nearly a decade ago, but it does prove that he's always been an heartless irredeemable sadist, even before IDW Sonic existed & before you pull that "years ago" defense card, his behavior hasn't changed for the better, like these for example (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13).

What do I think about him?

He's overly smugged, to a point of being arrogant.

He gets overly insecure whenever, for example, any Sonic game gets any criticism &/or negative opinions from people who're either fans of Sonic or not.

Most of his "critiques" are in bad faith.

He has extreme accusatory behavior (I.E. He accuses people of hating Sonic & not playing the games for daring to like anything non-game Sonic related, getting things about Sonic wrong, & making AU fan fics that differs from the games).

He has a habit of blocking anyone over the most pettiest things (I.E. Anyone using the term, Mobius, being told to calm down, people liking transgender Bridget, people liking SnapCube & Team 4 Star (he also wants them banned over it), etc.).

He constantly relies on ad-hominem attacks & vulgar insults whenever he talks to anyone he doesn't agree with, either directly or behind their backs by screenshotting their posts then posting them in his clique chamber to complain about it or both.

He's got this obnoxious Anti-WokeTuber vibes going on despite claiming to be against bigotry.

He gets easily butthurt over people enjoying any non-gaming media or anything in general of not just Sonic, but also Kirby, Castlevania, Dragon Ball, TMNT, & more as well.

He's a massive hypocrite, like for example, he hates anyone making & enjoying non-canon Sonic material while he's faving/making rule 34 fan art & fan fics involving sonic characters voring each other or any other fetishy things (which are also non-canon material).

etc.

If you're wondering if I'm aware about his certain questionable fan fics & favs, I knew already cuz I was the one that caused a chain-reaction on Twitter in the first place by randomly DMing some one rando about it & I honestly wish they shouldn't bring it up whenever they argue with said fox. If you want me to talk about what I think of this Dwai guy nowadays, maybe, but not right now.

How do you think I found out? I just googled the username, checkout their account on some furry site, & went to their profile from some controversial bunny site that's publicly shown on their profile bio out of morbid curiosity. Before you ask, I don't have an account on that controversial bunny site & never will.

My reaction to said content on there was disgust & uncomfortable. I hardly engage with those UCP addict types cuz they're not the most pleasant people to talk to & they're always predictable.

Did you know that he was banned on Twitter seven times, plus all tweets made before 2023 aren't searchable & apparently his first 6 bans had something to do with involvement with you know what? If you're morbidly curious about it, examples here. Remember, don't waste your time trying to argue about it.

The more I see toxicity from him, the more I having trust issues increased & regret making an apology to him, to a point where I think he's too FUBAR to deal with.

If he sees this, he's gonna be like, "TWEEGARD ZNOHVWEHK!", "MUH VWEE ZPEECH/VWEE KONTWEE!", "DOT TEEL MEE WAT 2 DOO!", "PEEOHWEETON!", "KOHTIZT!" "VWEEN/EYEDEEDUBBAHEW STAEN!", "CHUHZT SEH YOO HEHT SAWNIK GEHMZ & GOH!", "YOO HEHT MEE CUZ I KWEETESEYEZD VWEEN!", "CHUHZT PLEH DA GEHMZ!", "SWAENDOHAHR!", "STAHKR & HOHWAZZAHR!" the no you card, strawmanning, "At least I don't (Insert whatever bad thing the stans did)!", ad-hominem attacks, the "Stans are being mean to me!" sob stories, the whataboutisms, screenshotting then whine &/or being smugged about me in his clique-ish echo chamber, & more, guaranteed.

If you're saying I made this because of that one argument or whatever, I always had issues with him before it, not because of different opinions, but because he's the most insufferable individual to talk to due to his arrogant, nihilistic, cuss-happy, & creepy nature regardless if it's about Sonic or not.

For those who're about to ask me to make more callout posts about the people associated with him, I'm not interested & please don't beg me into making them.

If you also have issues with him, share your thoughts here, it also doesn't just have to be about IDW Sonic or Sonic general.

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The Haunted Atlas

Lizzie Borden House - Fall River, Massachusetts

41° 42′ 2.09″ N / -71° 9′ 21″ W

House where gruesome axe murders took place in Fall River, Massachusetts, in 1892. Daughter Lizzie Borden was charged with murdering her father, Andrew J. Borden, and her stepmother, Abigail, by hacking them to death. She was tried and acquitted. Her family house is now a bed and breakfast.

History

Borden was born in Fall River on July 19, 1860, the third child of Andrew J. Borden and his first wife, Sara. When Lizzie was three, her mother died. Andrew subsequently married Abigail. Andrew was a successful businessman and banking executive, who owned a business that made and imported coffins. He made money off the misfortunes of the American Civil War, buying the real estate of widows who could no longer afford their properties, renting it back to them, raising the rent, and evicting them.

The Borden home in Fall River was constructed in Greek Revival style in 1845 at 92 Second Street, in a middle-class neighborhood. Borden bought it in 1872. Tight-fisted, Andrew ran his family the way he ran his business, subjecting his wife and daughters to harsh frugality. The house had no running water, flushing toilets, or electricity, even though all were available at the time. Borden considered them to be unnecessary luxuries. The family used whale oil lamps, chamber pots, and heated water on the stove. Borden was also known for being cheap about food, forcing his family to eat slightly rancid meat rather than throw it out. The Bordens often had digestive problems. It is likely that all members of the family were severely emotionally repressed. Lizzie grew up a religious and devout child and taught Sunday school. She and her sister Emma were spinsters. Prior to the murders, the elder Bordens suffered unusual stomach problems, and Abigail voiced her suspicions to their family doctor that someone was trying to poison them.

On the morning of August 4, 1892, Abigail was upstairs and Andrew came home early because he was not feeling well. Their bloody bodies were found, Andrew in the parlor and Abigail in the guest chamber, both severely hacked in the face and head with what appeared to have been a small hatchet. At the time of the killings, the maid, Bridget Sullivan, was outside washing windows and then was resting in her room upstairs on the third floor. She heard an alarmed Lizzie call to her to come down, for her father was dead in the parlor. Lizzie said someone had entered the house and murdered him, and she had found his body. Sullivan and a neighbor, Adelaide Churchill, who came to their aid discovered the body of Abigail, similarly hacked to death. Abigail's body was cold and Andrew's was warm, indicating that Abigail had been killed first.

At first, suspicion landed on a Portuguese laborer who had appeared at the home earlier in the day and asked for his wages. He was sent away by Andrew, who told him to come back later. After several days, suspicion shifted to Lizzie. Emma was out of the house at the time of the murders and the maid was upstairs. No one could account for Lizzie's whereabouts but herself. She claimed to have been outside in the barn at about the time Andrew was killed—but no footsteps or traces of her presence were ever found in the dusty barn. The details of her story kept changing. The murder weapon was never found. Lizzie’s clothing was not examined, out of a sense of propriety at the time.

At an inquest on August 9, Lizzie gave confused and contradictory answers to questions. A family friend said she had seen Lizzie burn a blue dress in the kitchen oven, claiming it was covered with "old paint." Bridget testified that Lizzie had worn a blue dress on the morning of the murders. A druggist claimed that on the day before the murders, Lizzie had attempted to buy prussic acid. The grand jury returned an indictment.

Lizzie was charged with double murder and pleaded not guilty. Her trial began on June 5, 1893, in New Bedford and proved a sensational event covered by the media. The Bordens' skulls were admitted as evidence, causing Lizzie to faint. Emma testified that Lizzie had been close to her father and had had cordial relations with her step-mother, even though Lizzie coldly called Abigail "Mrs. Borden" instead of "mother" or similar endearment.

The court refused to allow key evidence that supported the prosecution's case: Lizzie’s testimony at the inquest and the druggist's testimony. Lizzie had not been advised of her right to remain silent under the Fifth Amendment to the Constitution.

The jury deliberated for one-and-a-half hours and returned a verdict of not guilty.

In the aftermath of the trial, community debate ranged over the verdict. Though legally cleared, Lizzie found herself effectively cut off from the rest of the community. People shunned her. Gossips could not help but comment that Lizzie and Emma had a financial motive to murder Andrew and Abigail—and to make certain Abigail was dead first. Had Abigail been murdered second, her family would have inherited Andrew's money, not Lizzie and Emma.

The sisters bought themselves a nice home in Fall River, which Lizzie named "Maplecroft." They moved there, and rented out their family home until 1918, when they sold it. They became active in the theater world and participated in the social circles frequented by actors, artists, and writers. In 1905, Emma left Maplecroft and went to live on her own, eventually settling in New Market, New Hampshire. There she changed her surname to Smith. Reportedly, she said she could no longer bear to be with Lizzie. Lizzie remained at Maplecroft for the rest of her life, dying at age 67 in 1927. Emma died nine days later. They are buried by the graves of Andrew and Abigail in Fall River's Oak Grove Cemetery.

The murders remain unsolved. Lizzie is the most likely suspect, but no direct evidence ever tied her to the gruesome crime. She never made any confession later in life. How the maid could have been oblivious to the sounds of two people being brutally murdered also has never been explained.

The Borden house was a private residence until 1996 and then became a bed-and-breakfast. In 2003, it was purchased by Donald Woods and Lee-ann Wilber, who renovated the interior.

Haunting Activity

Bridget's bedroom on the third floor and the staircase near it are active areas, with cold breezes and the displacement of objects in the room. Lee-ann Wilber, who sleeps in Bridget's room on occasion, has felt tapped and prodded and once felt as though the ghost of a sad, depressed person passed through her body.

Visitors and guests have reported taps and prods and fleeting glimpses of apparitions and shadow people. Some have taken photographs showing purported anomalies, such as mist and orbs. The parlor, the scene of Andrew's murder, is particularly active, as is the bedroom of Abigail. Doors open and shut by themselves. In the kitchen, coffeepots have moved on their own and one broke of its own accord in the sink.

Two ghost children have been reported in the house. They are believed to be James and Sally, children who lived next door to the Borden house and died in a well.

Text from The Encyclopedia of Ghosts and Spirits, Third Edition by Rosemary Ellen Guiley (Checkmark Books - 2007)

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❝     i     think     i     would     get     nauseous     if     i     had     to     sleep     in     a     room     this     pink.     ❞     red     says,     stepping     into     bridget's     dorm     room.     she     eyes     the     decorations,     so     different     from     what     her     mom     had     in     her     chambers     at     home.

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Glynis Margaret Payne Johns (October 5, 1923 - January 4, 2024) Film, stage and television actress, dancer, musician and singer. In a career spanning eight decades on stage and screen, Johns appeared in more than 60 films and 30 plays. She has received various accolades throughout her career, including a Tony Award, a Drama Desk Award, a National Board of Review Award, and a Laurel Award, in addition to nominations for an Academy Award, a Golden Globe Award, and a Laurence Olivier Award. She is widely considered as being one of the last surviving major stars from the Golden Age of Hollywood and classical years of British cinema.

Johns made her television debut in 1952 with Fletcher Markle's Emmy Award-winning series Little Women. She appeared in just one episode: season 4's "Lilly, the Queen of the Movies" as Lily Snape. Her television credits of the 1950s include brief appearances in the Hollywood anthology series Lux Video Theatre (in the 1953 episode "Two For Tea"), Errol Flynn's anthology series The Errol Flynn Theatre (in the 1956 episodes "The Sealed Room" as Lou McNamara and "The Girl in Blue Jeans" as The Girl Susan Tracey), CBS's anthology series Schlitz Playhouse of Stars (in the 1957 episode "The Dead Are Silent"), and ABC's variety and drama series The Frank Sinatra Show (in the 1958 episode "Face of Fear" as Christine Nolan)

Johns was cast in 1961 in the ABC/Warner Bros. crime drama The Roaring 20s. She portrayed Kitty O'Moyne, an Irish immigrant who falls overboard into the harbour as she arrives in the United States. Johns guest-starred in the CBS anthology seriesThe Lloyd Bridges Show in the episode "A Game for Alternate Mondays" of the 1962–63 television season, playing widow Leah Marquand, with Leslye Hunter as her daughter Isabella. On 5 August 1963, Vacation Playhouse premiered the episode "Hide and Seek" as the pilot of her eponymous CBS television series Glynis. The original working title for the series was The Glynis Johns Show; in it, Johns played the neophyte mystery writer and amateur sleuth Glynis Granvile. In the autumn of that year, Glynis officially premiered, starring Johns and Keith Andes as a married couple, Glynis Granville and Keith Granville, a criminal defence attorney. Due to pressure from NBC's The Virginian and Bill Cullen's The Price Is Right game show on ABC, the programme was cancelled after thirteen episodes. In 1965, when CBS reran the series as a summer replacement for The Lucy Show, Glynis ranked #6 in the Nielsen ratings. Johns remained busy on screen, appearing as Steffi Bernard in the episode "Who Killed Marty Kelso?" of ABC's detective series Burke's Law opposite Gene Barry. In 1967, she appeared in four episodes of the Batman television series as villainess Lady Penelope Peasoup, one half of the evil duo with Rudy Vallée as her brother Lord Marmaduke Ffogg.

During the first season of NBC's hit sitcom Cheers, Johns guest-starred as Diane Chambers' mother, Helen Chambers, an eccentric dowager who, due to a stipulation in Diane's late father's will, will lose all her money unless Diane is married by the next day. In 1985, Johns played Bridget O'Hara in the episode "Sing a Song of Murder" of CBS's crime drama television series Murder, She Wrote, working again with Angela Lansbury. From 1988 to 1989, she played Trudie Pepper, a senior citizen living in an Arizona retirement community, in the television sitcom Coming of Age, also on CBS. (Wikipedia)

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👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 For Skyler!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 Send an emoji and I’ll make a moodboard // Accepting! 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 my muse’s family

// (left to right) Bridget "Bri", Charles "Chuck" and Evander "Evan" and Skyler. The Luxharts are all adventurers despite every single one has different interests. If only Skyler ever met their parents, it would have been quite overwhelming and so much love and most likely tears. A shame that Bridget and Evander disappeared after they hid Skyler to safety on Christmas Island.....

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The actor Brigit Forsyth, who has died aged 83, made her name as Thelma in the BBC television series Whatever Happened to the Likely Lads? One critic described Thelma as so prim that she could turn the lifting of a lace curtain into an art form.

Dick Clement and Ian La Frenais’s creation, which ran from 1973 to 1974, was the sequel to the popular 1960s sitcom The Likely Lads, which starred Rodney Bewes and James Bolam as Bob Ferris and Terry Collier, two single north-east England factory workers who share a flat and the same interests – women, drink and football.

Thelma Chambers was brought in as a girlfriend for the upwardly mobile Bob, now in the white-collar class with a house, car and annual holiday on the Costa Brava, scoffed at by Terry, who clings on to his working-class roots. Thelma and Bob were married halfway through the two series of the show.

“Up until then, I had done a lot of drama on telly,” said Forsyth. “If I wasn’t being murdered, I was murdering somebody or I was a disturbed art teacher. I was playing quite a lot of deranged people, so comedy was a nice change.”

She created laughs again with the sitcom Sharon and Elsie (1984-85), in which she co-starred as the middle-class Elsie Beecroft alongside Janette Beverley as the more down-to-earth Sharon Wilkes, two employees in a greetings card manufacturing company.

But Forsyth’s own favourite television part was Francine Pratt in Playing the Field (1998-2002), the on- and off-pitch women’s football drama created by Kay Mellor. Her character, who hates the game, is married to the Castlefield Blues’ sponsor, played by Ricky Tomlinson, and keeps him happy in return for designer clothes and other luxuries.

“I have never played awful glamour before,” she said. “I had a blond wig, six-inch heels, makeup and my bosom hitched up high.”

Forsyth was born in Malton, North Yorkshire, to Scottish parents, Anne (nee Forsyth), an artist, and Frank Connell, an architect and town planner, and brought up in Edinburgh. She was mesmerised by Stanley Baxter’s performances as a pantomime dame at the city’s King’s theatre and, aged 18, landed her own first lead role, as Sarat Carn, on her way to the gallows, in Charlotte Hastings’s play Bonaventure with the Makars amateur drama group.

But when she left St George’s school, Edinburgh, her parents insisted she learn a skill, so she trained as a secretary. After a couple of jobs, she headed for London and Rada (1958-60), where she won the Emile Littler prize.

She began her professional career back in Edinburgh with the Gateway theatre company (1960-61) before moving on to the Theatre Royal, Lincoln (1961-62) and the Arthur Brough Players in Folkestone (1962). With other actors already named Brigit McConnell and Bridget O’Connell, she changed her professional name to Forsyth on her return to Lincoln in 1962.

At the Edinburgh festival three years later, she played one of the witches in a headline-making production of Macbeth. “That show caused an absolute uproar because they wanted the witches to have the bodies of young girls and the faces of old women, and they wanted us to have our top half naked,” Forsyth recalled. “But the Earl of Harewood, who was running the EIF at the time, said ‘No’. So they put nipple caps on us, which looked absolutely disgusting – and they used to drop off each night. It was absolutely hysterical.”

Later, in the West End, Forsyth played Annie in The Norman Conquests (Globe, now Gielgud, and Apollo theatres, 1974-76) and Dusa in the feminist play Dusa, Fish, Stas and Vi (Mayfair theatre, 1976-77). She put her TV breakthrough down to cutting her hair short. “It proved a tremendously lucky omen,” she said.

That break came with Adam Smith (1972), in which she played the younger daughter of the title character, a Scottish minister (Andrew Keir). The director, Brian Mills, then worked with Forsyth on the psychological thriller Holly (1972), when she took the part of a young art teacher kidnapped by a mentally unstable student. Forsyth and Mills married in 1976.

Television roles kept on coming. She was Veronica, one of the product-promotion team, in The Glamour Girls (1980-82), Harriet in the inter-generational sitcom Tom, Dick and Harriet (1982-83), and Helen Yeldham, a hotelier, in the 1989 series of Boon.

There were also appearances in soap opera: as GP Judith Vincent in The Practice (1985-86); Babs Fanshawe, Ken Barlow’s escort agency date who dies of a heart attack, in a 1998 Coronation Street episode; Delphine LaClair, a sales rep for a French company interested in buying Rodney Blackstock’s vineyards, for two short runs in Emmerdale (2005 and 2006); Cressida, mother of the millionaire Nate Tenbury-Newent, in Hollyoaks in 2013; and three roles in Doctors between 2000 and 2012.

Forsyth also played the miserable Madge, who frustrates her sister Mavis’s attempts at a relationship with Granville, in the sitcom sequel Still Open All Hours (2013-19).

A cellist from the age of nine, Forsyth starred as the real-life virtuoso Beatrice Harrison in a 2004 tour of The Cello and the Nightingale. Also on tour, she was a remarkably believable Queen Elizabeth II in A Question of Attribution (2000) and played Marie in Calendar Girls (2008). “I’m Mrs Frosty-Knickers, the one who doesn’t approve of it all.”

In 2017, she played a terminally ill musician in the stage comedy Killing Time, written by her daughter, Zoe Mills, who acted alongside her. At the time, Forsyth revealed that her maternal grandfather, a GP in Yorkshire, had helped dying patients to end their lives. Declaring herself a supporter of euthanasia, she said: “He bumped off probably loads of people with doses of morphine.”

In 1999, Forsyth separated from her husband, but they remained friends until his death in 2006. She is survived by their children, Ben and Zoe.

🔔 Brigit Forsyth (Brigit Dorothea Connell), actor, born 28 July 1940; died 1 December 2023

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Evil Dead Rise (2023)

Don’t let the semi-comical (though extremely gruesome) pre-title sequence fool ya; Evil Dead Rise is not a horror-comedy. I can’t vouch for the Ash vs. Evil Dead television series, but 2013’s Evil Dead wasn’t funny either. Not even darkly funny. This franchise now has two modes: splatsick horror and visceral, unsettling terror. While you may not gasp in fright often, what happens in this film is so no-holds-barred that thinking back at it, I shudder.

After learning that she’s pregnant, guitar technician Beth (Lily Sullivan) visits her sister Ellie (Alyssa Sutherland), nephew Danny (Morgan Davies) and nieces Bridget (Gabrielle Echols) & Kassie (Nell Fisher). Then, an earthquake hits Los Angeles and causes a concealed chamber in their building’s basement parking lot to open. Inside, Danny finds a copy of the Necronomicon, as well as recordings of its passages. Once played, the incantations summon the demonic Deadites.

The main cast consists of two adults and three children. I figured the main cast would be "spared" (except for psychological trauma or minor injury) while everyone else in the building would get possessed by the evil magic of the Naturom Demonto. I was wrong. Writer/director Lee Cronin gleefully tears his characters apart, leaving piles of red goo and severed limbs all over the place. What’s particularly unnerving is that you have no idea how our heroes will make it out alive. Deadites are not zombies. Shooting them in the head only puts them down for a few minutes. Once they get back up, Deadites can use weapons, may wield supernatural powers (beyond rising from the dead) and they can talk. More than talk, they can strategize, deceive and taunt. That’s particularly relevant because Deadites are nasty. Not just physically; they don’t play fair. You keep expecting this to be like a possession movie, where you can exorcise the demons out of people and bring them back to normal, but that’s not happening.

The word to describe Evil Dead Rise is “deranged”. When you see the ways people and monsters get stabbed, shot, dismembered, shredded, grated, torn apart, impaled, mangled and mutilated, you wonder what sort of person dreamt up this nightmare scenario. I knew I was in store for something traumatic when the rental screen gave me chills - remember, it's just a still image. In action, it’ll have squeamish viewers running for the hills. In a way, I think the makeup and special effects artists might have overdone it. It’s not that they’re excessive, it’s that most people will be wincing and covering their eyes so much that if the visuals had been half as good, no one would notice. Try your best to keep your eyes open, however, there are some great monsters in this movie.

This fifth, standalone entry in the series pours on the viscera but it also takes the time to craft likable characters. This means you’re equally excited and nervous when the madness starts. Yes, Danny is warned by his sister not to touch the evil-looking book but he grabs it anyway because it looks fancy and most importantly, expensive. He thinks selling it might bring the family some much-needed cash. The relationship between several of the family members may be strained but you can tell much of the tension comes from the unfortunate circumstances that have been piling on top of their shoulders in recent months. Sometimes, our heroes do make mistakes that make their situation worse but more often than not, they’re making smart choices and in their defense, no one could ever be prepared to handle the torrent of hellfire unleashed upon them. Things are not completely hopeless, but it’s not looking good. 

The only major flaw in Evil Dead Rise is the opening scene. Firstly, because it means everything is told in flashback. Being shown that more goes on after the events inside the high-rise end feels unfair. Even if the entire family makes it out alive, it’s rather bleak to know they weren’t able to contain the evil and that it “lives” on. The second reason to criticize the opening scene is for its tone, which doesn’t match the rest of the movie. I wonder if it was made intentionally more splatsticky so that the die-hard fans of Evil Dead 1-3 would give this film a chance. There is something to be said about catering to your audience’s expectations, but it's inconsistent.

Evil Dead Rise is a frightening, unrelenting deluge of horror and gore that keeps you guessing, shows you something new, and gives you something to remember all while forcing its likable protagonists through the wringer. There aren’t any big names among the cast but I wouldn’t be surprised to see more than one make it big in the future. I was impressed. (June 14, 2024)

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favorite female character tag game

an honor to be tagged by @boasamishipper and @saltyfilmmajor

Rules: Make a poll of your top four favorite female characters of all time and see who is the favorite amongst your followers, then tag four people to do the same.

tagging: @majorbaby @marley-manson @ireallyamabear