#credit to the baker and photographer

[sergioguymanproust]

Comfort food.I have eaten a similar pie in a single afternoon while daydreaming about making one me self.Apples are the quintessential fruit of humanity.They have been grown and cooked,in every possible way even immortalized in this tablet’s name,haha.The joy of baking delicious pies ,the aroma wafting,the bubbly nature of pies as they bake,the crispness,the final touches,the sweet taste ,the tartness of green apples,everything makes me a Johnny Appleseed of this comfort food will live forever in our hearts,palates and mind.Words by Sergio GuymanProust.

彼の誕生日だったので久しぶりにタルト焼きました

上出来です

[marta-bee]

I honestly don't think ACD gets enough credit for taking a famed beauty and opera singer, literally calling her The Woman, describing her as such a vision of feminine grace that Watson has second thoughts about going forward with Holmes's Schemes... and then turning around and have her crossdressing as she strolls down Baker Street. Just... yeah.

Kinda makes one wonder about the exact nature of that scandalous photograph with the king.

[ryuzakemo128]

Cod Prompt List

Credit for Dividers: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

This is a list of prompts for requests, if you have any, here are some prompts you are more than welcome to request.

Characters I will write for:

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Johnathon Price

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

König

Other (Message me if there is a specific one you want that isn't on this list.)

Genres to pick from:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Dark Content

Unlisted option, aka if you have a specific one. Let me know.

Female Reader insert Versions to pick from

Career:

MMA fighter

Kick boxer

Gymnast

Artist

Onlyfans Creator

Porn Star

Black Ops Spy

Spec Ops Operator

Close Combat Specialist

Baker

Seamstress

Photographer

Professor

Physicist

other, aka your choice.

Hybrid Animals

Wolf

Coyote

Mountain Lion

Wolverine

Siberian Tiger

Siberian Lynx

Snowy White Owl

Black Cat

Fennec Fox

Pygmy Owl

Crow

Raven

Rook

Folklore Based:

Nogitsune

Oni

Inari - Light Kitsune, basically the opposite of the Nogitsune.

Fire Giant or Frost Giant aka Jötnar.

Siren

Harpy

Fae

Dark Fae

Demigod

Mermaid

Wyvern

Werewolf

Vampire

Succubus

Other aka unlisted

Nationality Based: (Listed by country)

France

Norway

England

Australia

America

Russia

Italy

Germany

Iceland

Austria

Greece

Other/ unlisted

Based on Code Name:

Boomer

Grim Reaper

The Iron Maiden

Gorgon

Rook

Crow

Pearl

Opal

Sapphire

Emerald

Ruby

Diamond

Whiskers

Jade

Onyx

Sentence Prompts

Like the sun's eclipse, nothing seemed to be terribly impossible or out of reach.

A rose of endless thorns amongst those who cannot hope to keep up with you.

Everything has a cure, except for death.

A lie to justify yourself into thinking you were doing the right thing.

You should have known better than to ask a question you weren't ready to hear the answer to.

What else were you supposed to do? Let him kill you?

You can't lie. You're too selfless to lie.

There is a sickness inside his soul. Just like there was a sickness inside yours.

Why would you care about his size? Sex is just that sex, kinks are just kinks, and trying to complicate the matter won't help anyone.

You don't care about the repercussions. You saved his life because you wanted to.

Don't bother. He won't notice you either way.

There is his truth, your truth and the all encompassing truth.

There is no such thing as failure.

Death and life come to us hand in hand.

No one wants a goth girl with all these blondes around.

To be a goth amongst the pastel colours.

If it bleeds. You can kill it.

Dialogue Prompts

"Push me, and you will find out the extent of my audacity."

"I would sooner die than be stuck with someone who will only 'tolerate' my existence. Move aside, or I will be forced to what I must to move you."

"You can't hope to do the things I need to do. Save your breath and go back to what you do best."

"Do not question my mental state, and I won't question yours. I will push past this with or without your approval."

"I have no intention of staying around people who don't want me."

"No means no. Not maybe, and it certainly doesn't give you permission to blackmail me with it either."

"I hope karma finds a way to fuck you over like you did to so many other women in your life."

"See? This is why I'm filing for divorce."

"You are never in the mood. Ever. It's like you would rather be a deadbeat father and a cheating whore."

"Men can and will always be called whores. Whore behaviour knows no gender."

"I bought a 30kg cheese wheel. I'm keeping it to myself. Everyone else can fuck off."

"Great job genius, you fucked it up."

"I have no intention of telling any of you anything."

"You and I are nothing alike."

Song Lyric Prompts

“Waiting for me to free him by coming home” – ‘Jimmy’ by Tool

“Opening me within a gesture” – ‘Jimmy’ by Tool

“You were the voice calling me back home” – ‘Jimmy’ by Tool

“I'm your nightmare while you're fast asleep” – ‘Bad Things’ by Summer Kennedy

“You won’t see it coming” – ‘Bad Things’ by Summer Kennedy

“My heart is painted black, I’m never going back.” – ‘Bad Things’ by Summer Kennedy

“I know that you like my style, I look like this on purpose” – ‘Bad Things’ by Summer Kennedy

“I'm carrying my heart but it's made of stone. I'm carrying my heart but my heart is made of stone.” – ‘Made of Stone’ by Matt Corby

“Run from me darlin’. Run my good wife. Run from me darlin’. You better run for your life. Run from me baby. Run my good wife.” – ‘Run from Me’ by Timber Timbre

“Its killing time” – ‘Let me live/ Let me die’ by Des Rocs

“Oh my, give me the night. Just give me the night and I’ll give you the truth” – ‘Give me the night’ by Des Rocs

“Are you so damn unforgettable, so damn impossible to leave?” – ‘Give me the night’ by Des Rocs

“I don't care if it hurts. I wanna have control. I want a perfect body. I want a perfect soul. I want you to notice. When I'm not around. You're so fuckin' special. I wish I was special.” – ‘Creep’ by Radiohead

“Your beauty never scared me.” – ‘Mary on a cross’ by Ghost

“I hate you for what you did and I miss you like a little kid” – Motion sickness

“I’ll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror” – Anti-Hero

[sergioguymanproust]

Ah! Blueberry cupcakes ! Who could refuse to ingest one of these gorgeous and sweet baking goodies.I come from a tea drinking family.A very British tradition if I may say so. Going from scones to muffins is indeed a sin someone sai to me once and I replied ,life is about jumping to new experiences without allowing your traditions getting in the way.So ,yes ,even tea and corn bread is deliciously refreshing .Think instead of ways to treat yourself to a new taste and discovering a new joy in your short but well lived life.Of tea and baking delights.Words by Sergio GuymanProust.

[eddie-redmayne-italian-blog]

A MEETING WITH EDDIE REDMAYNE AND KIM JONES

CREDITS: 

Eddie Redmayne in

DIOR HOMME  @dior

OMEGA @OMEGA 

ERNEST W. BAKER @ernest_w_baker

CELINE HOMME @celine

PRADA @prada

VERSACE @versace

CASABLANCA @casablanca

Interview by @mrkimjones 

Photographer @lauramariecieplik 

Creative Director @kadurielyashar 

Stylist @armelleleturcq

Hair and Makeup @petransellge at @thewallgroup

Stylist Assistants @robohoe @nancyese_ 

@crashmagazine

[hclib]

Charge It

Lots of people are pulling out their credit cards today to snag Cyber Monday deals. In 1946, a new credit card debuted in Minneapolis, though it bears little resemblance to the ones we use today.

This new card, called a Charga-Plate, was designed to make it easier for local shoppers to use their store-specific charge accounts. Eight of the top Minneapolis retailers (The Baker Co., The Dayton Co., L.S. Donaldson Co., J.B. Hudson Co., Juster Brothers, Powers Dry Goods Co., Warner Hardware, and The Young-Quinlan Co.) collaborated to send Charga-Plates to their customers. A shopper would receive one Charga-Plate, no matter how many of the stores offered them credit. The location of notches on the plate indicated which stores held accounts for the shopper. The system was meant to speed up the check-out process by eliminating the need for clerks to look up who held credit at their store and then write their information on the receipt. Instead, the Charga-Plate was used to copy the buyer's name to the invoice quickly. Newspaper ads touted it as "A truly modern shopping service!"

This Charga-Plate from our collections belonged to Charlotte Griffin Weld. Weld was a leader in many civic organizations in the 1940s and 1950s, including the Friends of the Minneapolis Institute of Arts, the women's division of the Hennepin County War Finance Committee, and the Women's Association of the Minnesota Orchestra (WAMSO).

Photos of Charga-Plates from the Minneapolis Newspaper Photograph Collection in the Hennepin County Library Digital Collections. Weld's Charga-Plate from the Charlotte Griffin Weld Papers (M/A 0082).

[merrock]

It's time… for a bake-off! With world baking day happening on May 19th this year, we thought that we would do something fun and new to celebrate! Sponsored by Flour Co. in the suburbs, this event will allow Merrockites to show off their baking skills (or lack of) and win some fun prizes along the way! Everyone will be judged on May 19th, with your fellow townspeople (who chip in a donation) doing some sampling as they wander from table to table, seeing which treat tickles their fancy the most. Who will take home the grand prize?!

ic date: May 19, 2024

ooc date: May 14-19, 2024

dress code: casual, but if you want to dress like a cute baker, we won't judge!

invited: everyone! but those who want to judge must pay a fee to taste all the entrees.

notes: please read under the cut for lots more information!

This event is very much so going to be a 'trial and error' type of thing for us, as we've never really held a competition where we are asking you guys to submit things… and using it in character. But we thought that it would be something fun and new to spice up the town, and hope to see lots of participation! Here are some important rules / things to keep in mind:

to limit the amount of submissions, each player may submit three, only, and each character can only submit one! this means if you play six characters, you can choose three who will participate.

characters may team up for the event! but that will count as one of your submissions.

be realistic with submissions! if you have a character who is notoriously awful at baking, please don't take something off of google that looks professionally done and submit it. send us something horrible! that makes it all the more funny!

along with that, giving credit is preferred; we will talk about formatting your submission after the rules, but if you can link us to where you found it, that would be amazing.

In character interactions for this event will take place at the judging -- anyone who wishes to participate in judging will give a small donation and be able to wander through Flour Co., sampling the various entries so they're not just seeing them, but tasting them, too! Each table will be set up with forks, napkins, plates, the submission, and a number of photographs to view, just in case it gets all eaten up first! You're also welcome to write out baking the item, itself, if you'd prefer! But obviously please don't do open starters in your character's kitchen (baking takes place at home).

To submit, please use our submit box and fill out this little form.

CHARACTER: who is submitting

ITEM BAKED: what they baked (sending us the link to the source would be awesome!)

BAKING LEVEL: i tried, pretty good, damn! (choose one!)

DESCRIPTION: how your character would describe the submission, just a couple of sentences is fine!

NOTES: this is where you tell us anything special about the submission, like maybe it looks horrible, but tastes great, or it looks unreal, but tastes meh, anything that will help people vote!

Submissions will be taken until Monday, May 13th at 10PM EST!

[holymountain29]

❤

🔍Getty imagenes

©️ Credit to the photographer Matthew Baker

[ulkaralakbarova]

The adventures of two amiably aimless metal-head friends, Wayne and Garth. From Wayne’s basement, the pair broadcast a talk-show called “Wayne’s World” on local public access television. The show comes to the attention of a sleazy network executive who wants to produce a big-budget version of “Wayne’s World”—and he also wants Wayne’s girlfriend, a rock singer named Cassandra. Wayne and Garth have to battle the executive not only to save their show, but also Cassandra. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Wayne Campbell: Mike Myers Garth Algar: Dana Carvey Benjamin Kane: Rob Lowe Cassandra: Tia Carrere Stacy: Lara Flynn Boyle Dreamwoman: Donna Dixon Security Guard: Chris Farley Noah Vanderhoff: Brian Doyle-Murray Alan: Michael DeLuise Tiny: Meat Loaf Bad Cop / T-1000: Robert Patrick Alice Cooper: Alice Cooper Glen: Ed O’Neill Mrs. Vanderhoff: Colleen Camp Terry: Lee Tergesen Russell Finley: Kurt Fuller Davy: Mike Hagerty Ron Paxton: Charles Noland Elyse: Ione Skye Frankie Sharp: Frank DiLeo Waitress: Robin Ruzan Officer Koharski: Frederick Coffin Old Man Withers: Carmen Filpi Film Crew: Original Music Composer: J. Peter Robinson Screenplay: Mike Myers Executive Producer: Hawk Koch Director of Photography: Theo van de Sande Director: Penelope Spheeris Producer: Lorne Michaels Editor: Malcolm Campbell Stunts: Hannah Kozak Stunts: Alisa Christensen Associate Producer: Dinah Minot Associate Producer: Barnaby Thompson Screenplay: Bonnie Turner Screenplay: Terry Turner Casting: Glenn Daniels Production Design: Gregg Fonseca Second Unit Director: Allan Graf First Assistant Director: John Hockridge Second Assistant Director: Joseph J. Kontra Set Decoration: Jay Hart Camera Operator: Martin Schaer “B” Camera Operator: David Hennings First Assistant Camera: Henry Tirl First Assistant “B” Camera: Peter Mercurio Steadicam Operator: Elizabeth Ziegler Script Supervisor: Adell Aldrich Sound Mixer: Tom Nelson Boom Operator: Jerome R. Vitucci Additional Editor: Earl Ghaffari Assistant Editor: Ralph O. Sepulveda Jr. Assistant Editor: Ann Trulove Assistant Editor: Brion McIntosh Supervising Sound Editor: John Benson Sound Effects Editor: Beth Sterner Sound Effects Editor: Joseph A. Ippolito Sound Effects Editor: Frank Howard Dialogue Editor: Michael Magill Dialogue Editor: Simon Coke Dialogue Editor: Bob Newlan Supervising ADR Editor: Allen Hartz Foley Supervisor: Pamela Bentkowski Assistant Sound Editor: Carolina Beroza Assistant Sound Editor: Thomas W. Small Foley Artist: Ken Dufva Foley Artist: David Lee Fein Foley Mixer: Greg Curda ADR Mixer: Bob Baron ADR Voice Casting: Barbara Harris Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Andy Nelson Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Steve Pederson Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Tom Perry Music Supervisor: Maureen Crowe Supervising Music Editor: Steve Mccroskey Set Designer: Lisette Thomas Set Designer: Gae S. Buckley Special Effects Makeup Artist: Thomas R. Burman Special Effects Makeup Artist: Bari Dreiband-Burman Makeup Artist: Courtney Carell Makeup Artist: Mel Berns Jr. Hairstylist: Kathrine Gordon Hairstylist: Barbara Lorenz Hairstylist: Carol Meikle Costume Supervisor: Pat Tonnema Costumer: Janet Sobel Costumer: Kimberly Guenther Durkin Location Manager: Ned R. Shapiro Assistant Location Manager: Serena Baker Second Second Assistant Director: John G. Scotti Property Master: Kirk Corwin Assistant Property Master: Peter A. Tullo Assistant Property Master: Jim Stubblefield Leadman: Robert Lucas Special Effects Coordinator: Tony Vandenecker Chief Lighting Technician: Jono Kouzouyan Production Office Coordinator: Lynne White Unit Publicist: Tony Angelotti Still Photographer: Suzanne Tenner Craft Service: Vartan Chakarian Transportation Coordinator: James Thornsberry Color Timer: David Bryden Negative Cutter: Theresa Repola Mohammed Title Designer: Dan Curry Second Unit Director of Photography: Robert M. Stevens Stunts: Tony Brubaker Stunt Double: Steve Kelso Movie Reviews: tmdb15435519: I wish I could dress the exact same every day and still be cool.

[ultfreakme]

What are ur jon, hay, jonjay hcs

Hmmm....I think I answered before but I don't remember and it's lost in the sauce of tumblr hell and I think I may have new ones so here goes:

Jon

Anime stan, he especially likes shonen anime that everyone knows and talks about. He's the most mainstream fan ever so his favs are; Naruto, DBZ, Hunter x Hunter, One Piece, One Punch Man, etc.

He hoards. A lot. Like he has a candy stash in his room, he keeps buying and buying stuff, and Clois let him go wild. It's because he went YEARS without anything so he's very insecure about possibly going without nothing so now that he can, he buys and keeps a lot of things, his room is a mess.

He has a polaroid photo wall. Basic white boy things. But also because he wants to collect and make new memories. On that note:

He is a good photographer.

Wonderful baker, subpar at anything else.

Jay

I have a bunch of headcanons about his powers the biggest one being that he can phase things around himself, and with practice he can increase the radius. So at first, he can only phase stuff like his clothes and anything on him. Then, about a meter outwards. The more and more until he can phase out an entire concert stadium with a single touch to the ground.

He got better at English by watching Daily Planet and reading their newspapers. His mom had a dump of newspapers from across the world in her office and living room and once she got done reading them, Jay would pick those up and read. Hence, the Lois Lane idolization.

He did not like superheroes or care much for them. Still doesn't. His exception are Nia, Jon and Damian.

This is more JonJay discord server headcanon and I take no credit for it. But there's this thing where we think Jay and Luis(Red Sin) dated when Jay first got to Metropolis when he was in high school and they had a sweet relationship for the most part until grief put a large distance between them after Luis's parents died(and Jay was also dealing with Scale dying in The Revolutionaries).

Even more Jay headcanons

JonJay headcanons

They had a talk where they promised to put the world/the bigger picture over each other if it ever came down to picking between saving each other or the world. It was a horrible conversation which left Jon a MESS and Jay like silently falling apart in his head but they got better about it.

IMO they don't do nicknames. Jon tried once, but Jay "I cannot handle sincerity" Nakamura kept laughing so now it's just 'Jay'. Jon likes saying Jay's name anyways so he has no problems.

Their dates are like, fantastical but also not really. They're watching a waterfall thousands of miles away while sharing a lunch their moms made. They're going to a distant planet with a picnic basket.

Whenever Jon gets overwhelmed with the noises and the sensations, he goes to Jay's place and puts on his headphones. He could buy his own pair, Jay even recommended it, but what other excuse does he have to go to Jay's place(nevermind that Jon just crashes at Jay's place the second he starts missing him).

Jon impulse-bought a BUNCH of The Truth merch the first time Damian introduced him to him and he STILL has it but he shoved it into a hidden box(he does NOT want his bf to know he was like, a superfan for a while).

Jon does grand gestures but Jay does little things that Jon doesn't even notice until it gets pointed out. Like they'd got to a restaurant and Jay always gets room temp water because he knows Jon likes it better. He gifts and wears unscented shampoos and deodorants because the artificial scent gets to Jon sometimes. Whenever Jon sags under the weight of superman or is having a bad day with it, Jay conveniently needs help with making something for Sara, or moving some boxes around, or needs this photo for Truth article- stuff that makes him be Jon for a bit instead of Superman and Jon doesn't even realize.

They are HORRIBLE at double dates. Neither of them are the best at socializing and they both get sarcastic and lost in their own world. hhhh this is a Bernard hc too sorta- but the one time TimBer and JonJay go on a double date(idk bi solidarity Jon was trying to make connections), Bernard was super excited to meet Jay because he listened to The Truth before. But Jay was kinda stand offish and could not take a joke with the conspiracy theories so by the end of it, Bernard was like "okay Jay's a bit of an ass" and Jay came out of it thinking "wow Bernard sure is a character(side-eye)". Tim and Jon's buddy-buddy meeting ended with both of them gaining a rival and bitching with Kon and Damian respectively about how much of a loser their brother is (dw Bernard and Jay make up once Bernard starts being sarcastic back at Jay and Jay learns to push back on the 'actually, you're wrong--' instinct).

[1estherrose1]

I’ve had so many jobs.

I started working at 15. I worked part time in Coronado Mall as a sales associate at Journeys. Learned a lot of sales technique and how to mess with people’s minds with language and product visuals. At 16 I left Journeys and I went to Buckle and Pacsun. Buckle was hard because it was purely based on commission and all their items were over the top expensive. Pacsun was one of the best places I had been employed at. They gave tons of perks out for their employees and always had fun innovative activities and training during our staff meetings. At 17 I had taken all required credit hours in high school and had mainly elective credits to finish so I worked full time as a sales associate at Bakers Footwear since I got outa school earlier.

At 18 I auditioned at Fantasy World and I continued to work their till I was 21. I also traveled around the US to dance and model. I made relationships with some amazing artists, photographers, and business owners. In between this time of my perminant night time employment, I worked as a Edible Arrangement employee prepping food and arranging fruit. From 7am-3pm. I also worked a short time at ABQ Live the magazine as a representative and sometimes sales person. I was trained in advertisement and marketing and sales strategies.

At 23 years old I decided I need to get a more serious job. I worked at a after school program/summer program which confirmed why I wouldnt allow my child to go to one. I also started my onlyfans. I had been selling content on the low already but onlyfans was an amazing idea. I also took my skills from the afterschool caregiving job to a real in home and hospice job. Where I worked for my grandma as a caregiver. I also jumped into CNA school and got certified. 4 years on that and my mom decided to take over for my grandmother.

At 27 years old, I was still dancing 4-5 days a week and taking modeling gigs regularly. I also worked time to time on set as and extra or stand in. I begin getting jobs for promotion and band representation. Where I got hired by many many different business owners, photographer and designers. It’s been a lot of fun.

I am 31 now. Still modeling, doing brand representation, promoting, and now doing some event coordination when I am hired for it. Currently going to school for real estate.

Last stop for careers.

I’m sure some of you are wondering about school.

[kelyon]

On the House 3

Belle goes through her first day of being Cora's least favorite person

Read on AO3

Belle’s punishment began bright and early, when Cora opened the door to her bedroom. It was technically morning, but far too early for most of the house to be up. Belle jerked out of a dreamless sleep the instant she heard Cora’s voice.

“Right this way, Mr. Wells. Our Belle will be happy to--oh!”

There was just enough time to sit up and cover her body with her blanket before Cora and the customer walked in. Belle pressed the quilt to her chest, well aware that her shoulders were bare. Last night, after Mr. Gold had left, she had been too tired and too overcome with feeling to bother putting on her chemise. 

Cora couldn’t possibly be shocked at the sight of a naked body, no matter what exclamations she made. At most, Belle might have surprised her--but it was the surprise of a baker seeing that the cakes were done ten minutes before they were supposed to be. For less than an instant, she grimaced at Belle, then turned to the gentleman with a warm smile. 

“As you can see, she’s ready and waiting for you, Mr. Wells. You can pluck this little rose fresh from her flower bed!”

She didn’t give Belle a second glance, before shutting the door and leaving her alone with the customer.

Muddled as her mind was from slumber, Belle knew exactly what she was supposed to do. She let her gaze settle on the customer, keeping her expression soft and pleasant. He was a tall man of middling age, almost fat, but not quite. He wore a light summer frock coat that was stained with grease and sweat. His beady eyes roved over Belle’s naked neck and shoulders. Meaty red hands slowly undid the buttons on his fly.   

Belle took a breath, and smiled. She let the blanket fall a little farther down her breasts. Tease him, tempt him, make him want it.  “Good morning, sir. How can I please you?”

The man sniggered, revealing brown teeth. “You can take off the rest of that blanket and show me your goods, missy.”

She forced her smile to grow deeper and warmer. This must have been how Cora had perfected her art, over years of practice. With an attempt at drama, Belle swept the blanket off of her. She didn’t let herself wince at the cold. She didn’t let her face move a muscle.

“All your goods are right here, sir.” She waved her hand down the line of her body, directing the man’s gaze to the curves of her waist and her hips. Hopefully, she looked like a figure from one of those horrid French photographs some men liked to carry. Her legs remained demurely closed, but that would just excite him more. Show a man something closed and all he’ll want to do is pry it open. He’ll force it, if he has to, but he’ll be more fond of an object that yields and submits in the face of masculine desire.

The man pulled his cock out of his trousers, but kept the rest of his clothes on. Including his muddy shoes. Somehow that seemed more an insult than anything else. He came closer to her, stroking himself in front of her face.

“Give us a kiss, will you, lovely? Let’s say a proper good morning.”

Belle licked her lips in preparation. She hadn’t yet learned how to smile while her mouth was open, but she kept her eyes bright and cheerful. She looked up at him. Unless they said otherwise, men loved being looked up to. It must make them feel like gods. With slow, reverent hands, she took this stranger’s stumpy cock. 

She stroked him for a moment, discreetly inspecting him for sores. Not that she would have been able to do anything about it if he had some. Cora had personally brought this man to her bed. He could be oozing with syphilitic pus and Belle would have no choice but to service him. She cupped his balls--they always liked that--and pulled back his foreskin with her other hand. Delicately at first, she placed her lips on his bulging red cockhead. Then she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. 

To the customer’s credit, he didn’t push into her, or pull her forward and force her to swallow all of him at once. This man didn’t jerk her head or grab at her hair to move her where he wanted. He didn’t choke her or gag her or keep her from breathing. He didn’t touch her at all, just sighed his appreciation and let her work. 

Belle took in more of him, licking and sucking and trying not to retch. For a moment, she dared to get her hopes up; perhaps this would be all he would ask of her. Not that pure fellatio was that much better than any other act. There really wasn’t anything a man could want from you that wasn’t unpleasant and degrading in one way or another. But it was always nice to be violated in only one orifice per customer.

Of course he wanted more. The man pushed on her shoulder, nudging her away from him. She obeyed, releasing his instrument from her lips. Thin strands of her saliva fell from his cock onto her chest.

“That’s a good girl!” He slapped his hand loosely against her jaw, the same way he would pet a horse or a dog. 

Under the mask of a smile, Belle caught her breath and swallowed down the taste of his unwashed flesh. 

“Oh, this is my lucky day.” The man took a few steps to the foot of the bed. With his dirty coat and muddy shoes, he got on the mattress over Belle’s body. “Any day that starts with such a pretty cunt is bound to be a good day.” 

She opened her legs and lay back on the bed. “Oh yes, sir!” she cried when he entered her. “Yes, this will be a good day for me as well, if it starts with such a powerful early riser.”

Above her, the customer sniggered again. His breath was rank on her face. It was even fouler when his slobbery lips covered her mouth. Some men didn’t kiss whores, some men paid extra for whores who would kiss them back.

Only one man said he didn’t kiss whores, but had kissed her because she wasn’t one.

The mirror in the corner was still uncovered from last night. It reflected the bed, and the customer’s hairy backside. It reflected Belle’s face, until she couldn’t look at it anymore.

As the customer thrust and panted, she let out her moans and squeals. She kissed him, threw her arms around him in simulated ecstasy. She did her job. He got what he paid for and enjoyed every moment of it.

She tried to forget the sounds she had made for Mr. Gold, the reactions he had insisted were real, in a way that nothing else in this house was real. She pleasured her customer, and tried to forget what her own pleasure had felt like. 

****

Men tended to take offense if a girl leapt out of bed to wash while he was still in the room. After her customer was concluded, Belle put on her chemise and a mended dressing gown in order to escort him from the house. 

He kept his hand on her waist, kept squeezing and pinching her. She had to play along, had to pretend to flirt with a man who had already paid and was already on his way out. Cora insisted that every moment a customer spent in the house should be pleasurable. She said that kept them coming back.

Belle had a momentary envy for alley-whores. At least they could walk away from a man once he was done with his tuppenny upright. Did those girls have to act like they liked it? Or for that price were the customers’ expectations lower? From Belle’s perspective, that seemed a more honest way to do the trade. She was already just a soft thing for a man to rut against, a hole for him to fill. Why not embrace it? Why not let her body become as misused and hollowed-out as her soul felt?

The man kissed her again before he left. On the cheek. Belle closed the door behind him and wiped it away. 

Now she was free to go through her routine of waking. Now she could dress and brush her hair. Now she could cleanse her body with noxious chemicals and cast off slivers of soap. She could wash the man’s fluids out from between her legs, his stench off her hands, his spittle off her face. She could put the cloth back up over her mirror. She could steel herself a little better, prepare to endure another day of life in Cora’s house. 

****

When she was ready, Belle took the back stairs down to the kitchen. Cora preferred for the girls to use the servant’s stairs whenever they didn’t have a customer with them. When Belle had been a child, she would hide from her governess on these stairs, so she could read adventure books instead of conjugating Latin verbs. Belle had always been welcome in the kitchen, where Mrs. Potts would give her sweets and listen to her prattle on about her stories. The housekeeper used to dote on her, the little girl without a mother.

The butler, Potts, and his wife had stayed on with Belle and her father through it all. Even in the face of ruin. Even when there was nothing to pay them. It was only when Cora bought the house, and made it clear what kind of house it was going to be, that those good people had gone on to seek another situation. 

Now, the kitchen was run by Ruby’s grandmother, who everyone called Granny. Granny Lucas had no compunctions about coming to work at a brothel. She had been a bawd herself for a time but had lost the taste for it after her daughter ran off. Ruby said that when she had first gone out, Granny had tried to act as her pimp, but the lurking image of a furious old woman brandishing an ancient crossbow had been rather bad for business. Staying in Cora’s house was safer for Ruby and easier for Granny.

Mornings in the kitchen were almost homey, with all the girls gathered around the table for a bit of chat before the workday started. Every girl who lived in the house stayed up in the attic, and the kitchen was the only other room where they could relax a little. Even Regina would lounge in a corner chair, perusing the gossip magazines that Cora said were too vulgar for a lady to read in the dining room. Cora and Zelena never came back here, and neither did the customers.       

Astrid was the first person to look up when Belle entered the room. She smiled, bright and true as a star. “Good morning!”

Ruby greeted Belle with raised eyebrows. “Did I hear you with a man earlier?”

“You hear everything,” Belle said as she sat down. 

She took a cup off the table for tea. Granny’s morning tea was strong and sweet, with just enough of a nip to take the edge off. Belle needed it today. She’d tried to clean her mouth with tooth powder, but the rancid taste of her earlier appointment still lingered on her tongue. 

“Cora really put you with a customer this early?” Ella always looked and sounded like she was about to cry. “Doesn’t she normally send them away and tell them to come back later? Was he very rich or something?”

“He didn’t seem rich,” Belle shrugged.

“If Cora thinks she can bring in customers at all hours, she’s going to have to organize us better.” Ruby yawned. “I’m not staying up all night and then getting up in the morning. We should work in shifts, like they do in factories.”

“We already work in shifts,” Astrid giggled. “And then customers take them off!”

Ruby laughed, more out of encouragement than humor. It had only been a few weeks since Astrid had fallen from grace and landed on her back. The poor girl had been training as a nun before coming to the house, so teaching her how to use unholy language was a work in progress. 

A heavy set of feet came thundering down the stairs, followed by much lighter steps. Apparently, Anastasia had let her paramour spend the night again.

“Allo, ladies!” Will Scarlet gave them all a wave. He had the buoyant good humor of a man who hadn’t had to pay for his lady’s time. Rubbing his hands together, he sidled up to where Granny was bent over the stove. “That smells good.”

Granny smacked him away. “You don’t work here, you don’t eat here.”

“Aw, Granny, I’m hungry!” he whined. “And I work here! Ana had me working like a dog not ten minutes ago.”

At the table, Anastasia snorted into her tea. 

Of all the girls in this house, Anastasia had the most potential. If Cora ever had anything good to say about anyone, it was about Anastasia. She was classically beautiful--all flaxen hair and rosy cheeks and pink lips that seemed to be forever pouting--and she had an air of effortless charm. Men flocked to her like flies to honey, and Anastasia had a finely-honed instinct for which one would be the most beneficial to her. She flirted with everyone, went to bed with as many gentlemen as she could, and steadfastly reserved her heart for Will. 

That was the part that puzzled Belle. How was it possible to fuck for your bread and butter and still have any appetite for it at all? Was Anastasia as insatiable as they all pretended to be? Or did she love Will so much that she would do extra work just for him? Was it work, when they were together? What would it be like, Belle wondered, to be fond of the man you went to bed with?

Granny would not be moved, even when Will offered to pay her for his breakfast. 

“This is a whorehouse, not a boarding house. Now get out before the boss finds you.”

The mention of Cora put the fear of God into Will. He gave Anastasia a loving kiss, the rest of them a friendly wave, and then he was out the back door and into the alley like a stray cat. 

Ruby turned to Ella. “Your boy could spend the night too, you know. None of us would say anything.”

Ella blushed crimson and put her hands over her protruding belly. “Thomas isn’t that daring. If Cora found out, she would tell the Judge, and--”

“And that would be worse than where you are now, darling?” Anastasia gave Ella a knowing look. 

“It can always get worse,” Belle muttered. “Especially if you get on Cora’s bad side.”

There were murmurs of agreement. Granny came around with the pot of hot porridge. She went around the table and served the girls one by one--until she got to Belle. For Belle, Granny pulled out a slice of bread from her apron pocket and placed it in her empty bowl.

“Sorry dear,” she said grimly. “Orders from the top.”

Belle nodded at the old woman. It wasn’t her fault. Around the table, everyone was staring at her, with various levels of shock and horror. 

She tried to laugh it off. “See? What did I just say? It can always get worse.” 

Ruby let out a long breath. “What did you do that was so terrible?”

Belle shrugged. “Got picked by the wrong man.”

Astrid gaped. “But that’s--”

“It doesn’t matter,” Belle lied. “I’ll just let it blow over.”

“Who is this wrong man anyway?” Anastasia asked. “Let us know so we can all avoid him.”

Before Belle could answer, the bell rang in the front hall. All of them went quiet, listening for who was at the door. From three rooms away, Cora’s voice rang out:

“Ah, Mr. Quigley! How wonderful to see you again!”

Everyone groaned. Mr. Quigley was a regular customer, but nobody’s favorite. He wasn’t a bad man, exactly, but he never seemed to know his own strength. Having him on top of you could be brutal.

“I’ll go,” Ella stood up. “Ever since I started to show, he’s treated me like I’m made of glass.”

Ruby lifted her teacup in salute. “Your strength and bravery are a model for us all.”

When Ella left, Anastasia asked again. “Belle darling, tell us. Who did you tup that Cora wants to kill you for it?”

Belle picked at her bread. It was yesterday’s bread, stale and dry. Granny hadn’t gone to the baker’s yet today. 

“It was Mr. Gold,” she said. “Cora wanted him for one of the ladies but I was in the room and he picked me instead.”

“Oh, I met that man last night,” Ruby said. “Cora said we should do anything he wants us to. He’s a short man, so he probably wants to hear how big his cock is.”

“I thought they all wanted that?” Astrid said with honest curiosity and confusion.

Before Belle could say anything else about her night with Mr. Gold, Ella came back into the kitchen with a worried look on her face.

“Belle?” she said. “Cora wants you to take Mr. Quigley. She insisted.”

“I bet she did,” Belle muttered as she stood up.  

****

Up in her room, Belle gripped the whitewashed bars of her headboard to keep from screaming as Mr. Quigley pounded into her. At least he didn’t smell, she told herself. At least he wasn’t trying to hurt her. It could be worse. Knowing Cora, it would be much worse, very soon.

When it was over, she walked Mr. Quigley down to the front door. It was very important not to limp, after a man was done with you, unless you knew he liked knowing he had hurt you. Most of them weren’t cruel, not really. Most men liked it when the women around them were happy and well. So the girls had to appear happy and well, no matter what a lie that might be. 

At least Mr. Quigley did not kiss her when he left. 

Too fatigued to make another trek up three flights of stairs, Belle went into the kitchen to wash. The other girls had gone, and Granny was washing dishes. She gave Belle a sympathetic look, and let her dip a rag into the warm and soapy water. 

At least there was no blood this time. 

When Belle went into the parlor, Ella and Anastasia were playing cards while they waited for daytime customers. Ruby must have taken Astrid out for a walking lesson on the streets of the city. Regina was up, reading a letter by the window. Her face grew more sour by the line. Belle walked by her on her way to the pianoforte. 

“Duke Leopold?” she asked, mostly to keep her mind off of how much it hurt to sit down on the wooden piano stool.

Regina looked up. “He was so impressed with me at the opera, he’s invited me to his estate in the country. He says it will be an overnight visit. Normally, that would mean he wants me in his bed, but with this man…” She shook her head, pointed to a section of the letter. “He wants me to meet his daughter. His eleven-year-old daughter. What man says that to a girl he wants to be his mistress?”

Belle’s hands stretched out on the keyboard. She played a few chords from memory, no particular tune. Even that little soothed her spirit. In Cora’s house, music was Belle’s only means of creating beauty and harmony. 

“Your mother would tell you you’re not a girl,” Belle said. “You’re a lady, so of course he should treat you like a queen.” 

Regina scoffed. “He could treat me like I’m a woman, and not just a--a--I don’t know what he thinks I am.” 

Before Belle could reply, the doorbell rang again. Her breath stopped. She lifted her fingers off the keys and listened for who it was.

Cora’s voice didn’t carry through the hall, so it must not be a customer. Belle began to breathe again, then stopped when Cora strode into the parlor. She carried a vase of white roses with both hands. She was already angry, and now sought out a reason for it. 

“Regina! What are you doing in the sunlight? It will ruin your complexion.”  

Belle watched Regina straighten up. “I was reading this letter from Duke Leopold.” 

“Duke Leopold’s late wife was so fair her skin looked like snow.” Cora stalked toward her daughter. “You’re swarthier than Anastasia’s Mr. al Vizer.”

Across the room, Anastasia rolled her eyes at the mention of her very rich, but very odious, Arabian regular. Beside her, Ella looked ready to cry. Regina stood up. “Mother, you’re being unfair.”

“Go to the kitchen and ask Granny for lemon juice. You’ll wash with it every day until you stop looking like a pirate.”

Unable to do anything but clench her jaw and obey, Regina stormed off into the kitchen. Cora allowed herself a luxurious thirty seconds to seethe before she turned to Belle with a calm but knowing look.

“Well, dear, since you clearly have nothing else to do, why don’t you make yourself useful and bring these flowers up to my daughter? They’re from an admirer who remains anonymous, for the moment.”

Belle stood, as quickly as her battered body would allow. “Yes, Mrs. Mills,” she said softly.

She took the vase of white roses and left the parlor. As she went up the stairs, she could see into the parlor door. She lingered for a moment to catch her breath. In the parlor below, Cora tossed something into the fire, then stood and watched it burn.

Belle continued up the stairs.   

Of all the flowers gentlemen sent to the house, Belle liked roses best. The ones she carried now were particularly elegant, long-stemmed and tight-budded. The beauty of roses was in their simplicity. While a rose was a welcome addition to any bouquet, she admired the flower’s ability to stand on its own. A single bloom or a full vase were equally enchanting. Roses were soft and lovely, no less beautiful for their thorns.

Curious, that an admirer would send white roses to Zelena. The white rose symbolized purity, innocent love. Not the kind of gift a man gives to a whore. If Duke Leopold had sent these flowers to Regina, that would almost make sense. The poor man barely seemed aware of what Regina did for a living, so his affections for her could be entirely innocent. But these were for Zelena, who never let anyone doubt her availability. Perhaps it was a joke between her and the sender. 

Belle was too tired to give the matter any more thought than that.

Up on the third floor, the door to Zelena’s room was closed. For most other rooms in this house, Belle would take that as an indication that there was a customer inside, and that she shouldn’t interrupt. But Cora’s daughters had permission to close their doors even when they were alone, as Belle assumed Zelena was now. 

Shifting the vase to one hand, Belle knocked on Zelena’s door. 

“Who is it?” sounded from the other side.

“It’s Belle,” she said. “Someone sent you flowers.”

“Oh, then come.” 

Belle opened the door, but Zelena had not finished speaking.

“Oh, yes! Come for me!”

From inside Zelena’s sitting room, it was clear that she was not alone. The bed was in full view of the door, so Zelena was in full view of Belle. She was completely naked, on her hands and knees, with her customer standing behind her on the bed, plowing into her for all he was worth.

Belle shut the door behind her quickly, only belatedly thinking that she should have shut it in front of her. She should have set the flowers on the floor outside and been on her way.

It was too late now.

She kept her gaze averted from the bed, but she could not turn her ears away from the steady thumping and the squeak of bedsprings. Nor did Belle have any power to deafen herself to the customer’s grunts and Zelena’s encouragements.

“Yes! Yes! Ride me, my stallion, yes!”

Quickly as she could, Belle placed the flowers on an empty table and made for the door.

“Don’t move!” Zelena snapped. The noises from the bed suddenly went silent. “No, not you Norbert, the maid!” After a moment, the bed began to thump again. “We’re nearly done and I want to talk to you.”

Belle nodded. She moved away from the door, and began an in-depth study of the wallpaper. Like everything else Zelena had any say over, it was green. A forest green velvet design against a background of mint. When this room had been Belle’s nursery, the walls had been painted with a mural of a castle, with gallant knights and fair ladies looking out at her with warm and noble expressions. 

 The noises grew louder. Zelena continued in her assertions that the man on top of her was a stallion and that he was riding her to victory. Did she mean to call herself a mare? Or was there a fundamental aspect of horsemanship that Zelena had yet to grasp? 

Either way, it was done quickly. The customer dressed and saw himself out, with Zelena’s praises on his lips. Zelena said her good-byes from the doorway, clad in a silk chemise and an emerald dressing gown. Cora’s daughters weren’t obliged to walk their assignations through the house. 

Zelena kept the contempt off her face until the man was out of the room. As soon as the door closed, she turned to Belle and smirked.

“They’re all pathetic, aren’t they?”

Belle shrugged. “They’re the ones with the money.”

“Well exactly,” Zelena said. She went to the table where Belle had set the flowers. Bending at the waist, she rubbed her nose against the white petals.  “We’re born with what they want. Those poor sods have to go out and work every day just to have enough money for us to think is worth taking. And we milk them dry.”

“Mmm,” Belle said. Usually that was as much as you needed to say when Zelena was talking. 

She took one of the roses out of the vase and smiled into it. “Now who did these come from? I don’t see a card.”

“Your mother said they were from an anonymous admirer.”

Zelena snorted. “Well, I’ve never fucked anyone anonymous. All my gentlemen are of good and proud names. It must be someone who wants me and hasn’t had me yet.”

“Why wouldn’t a man announce himself?” Belle asked. There was no point in trying to win a whore’s affections with romantic gestures, not when it was so easy to simply buy them.

“For the mystery,” Zelena licked her lips. “To build anticipation.” Losing interest, she tossed the rose aside. “Maybe he thinks I’ll let him pay less if he makes me want him first. Men can be so stupid about things like that.” 

That was possible, though white roses wouldn’t be cheap this time of year. Whoever sent these probably didn’t need to vie for a discount on Zelena’s charms. 

“Time for business.” Zelena sat down at the vanity in her bedchamber and began to brush out her long, copper-colored hair. She looked at Belle’s reflection in the mirror. “You must tell me everything about Mr. Gold.”

Belle swallowed. In the mirror, her image floated above Zelena’s shoulder, like a pale ghost. She moved out of the way. Zelena hadn’t invited her to sit, but she leaned against the clothes press off to the side. 

“Um, it was fine. He was--”

“Did he seem tired? Mother said he just got back from business abroad. The journey must have depleted him.” 

“I… didn’t notice.”

She snorted again, sneered at some flaw in her own reflection. “Of course you wouldn’t notice. You’re not actually very good at this, you know. I think that’s why he wanted you. I think Mr. Gold knew he wasn’t up for a challenge, so he decided to take someone who would be impressed with any effort he could manage.”

“That’s not very charitable.”

Zelena let out a single harsh burst of laughter. “No one comes into this house for charity.” She chortled and shook her head at Belle. “How stupid are you? This is why picking you was such a shrewd move on Mr. Gold’s part. He’s an older man, he has limitations. He knew he wasn’t ready for me.”

“Yes,” Belle lied. “That must be it.”

Once her hair was arranged, Zelena began to apply her cosmetics. “He’ll want me soon, I know it. Everybody does.” She blew a red-painted kiss to her reflection. Then she looked over at Belle. “What did he like? Or did you even do anything for him? Tell me you didn’t just lie back and think of England. We all know that’s what you do most of the time, but not with Mr. Gold, please.”

Cheeks burning, Belle spoke with more candor than she would have otherwise. “He likes to be touched,” she said. “And he likes sincerity. He said he wanted something real, not a trollop’s song and dance.” 

With a soft snort, Zelena added another layer of powder to her face. “Perhaps Mr. Gold isn’t as sharp as Mama says he used to be. What kind of man goes to a whorehouse and doesn’t want a whore?”

Belle had no answer to that--or at least nothing she wanted to say to Zelena. She was about to ask if she could go, when the door opened and Cora walked in.

“Good morning, darling,” she said to Zelena. “Mr. Birch told me he had a very pleasant evening. He’d like to have you for dinner at his residence tonight.”

“Do you think he’s good enough for me, Mama?” Zelena looked up with something like hope in her green eyes.

“No.” Cora snuffed out that hope like a candle flame. “But his coin is good enough, and you didn’t have anyone better lined up.” 

Zelena nodded, all business again. “So it’s off to the races.”

After smirking at her daughter, Cora turned to Belle. “Customers are waiting in the parlor while you’re up here bothering my daughter.”

Belle stood at attention, her head bowed. “Of course, Mrs. Mills, I’ll go--”

“Two young men want something they call ‘a pig on a spit.’ You’ve done that before, haven’t you?”

Sudden anger flared up in Belle’s spirit. She glared at Cora. “Actually, no. I’ve never--”

“Well, then you had better apologize to the gentlemen before they begin, and hope they aren’t disappointed by your failure of experience.”

Cora’s rages were frightening, but times like this were worse. When she was quiet and calm, dispassionate to the point of coldness. That was when she was most cruel. 

Belle’s defiance crumpled. She lowered her gaze. “Yes, Mrs. Mills.”

“If they don’t like you, I’ll let them walk out without paying,” Cora smiled. “So you had better make them like you.” 

“Yes, Mrs. Mills.”

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GHOST STORY (1981) – Episode 269 – Decades of Horror 1980s

“Dance with me, you little toad.” Okay, but could we have a safe word, just in case? Join your faithful Grue Crew – Crystal Cleveland, Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, and Jeff Mohr – as they discuss Ghost Story (1981), the film made from Peter Straub’s bestselling novel starring five Hollywood legends.

Decades of Horror 1980s Episode 269 – Ghost Story (1981)

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Two generations of men find themselves haunted by the presence of a spectral woman. When the son of one of the elderly men returns to his hometown after his brother’s mysterious death, they attempt to unravel her story.

Directed by: John Irvin

Writing Credits: Lawrence D. Cohen (screenplay by); Peter Straub (based on the 1979 novel by)

Music by: Philippe Sarde

Cinematography by: Jack Cardiff (director of photography)

Editing by: Tom Rolf

Costume Design by: May Routh

Production Design/Art Direction by: Norman Newberry

Makeup Department:

Dick Smith (make-up illusions by)

Rick Baker (special makeup effects artist)

Carl Fullerton (special makeup effects artist)

Visual Effects by:

Albert Whitlock (special visual effects)

Syd Dutton (matte artist)

Dennis Glouner (matte photographer)

Bill Taylor (matte photographer)

Henry Schoessler (matte crew) (uncredited)

Susan Turner (visual effects) (uncredited)

Stunts (selected): Glenn Randall Jr. (stunt coordinator); Dick Warlock (stunts)

Selected Cast:

Fred Astaire as Ricky Hawthorne

Melvyn Douglas as John Jaffrey

Douglas Fairbanks Jr. as Edward Wanderley

John Houseman as Sears James

Craig Wasson as Don / David

Patricia Neal as Stella

Alice Krige as Alma / Eva

Jacqueline Brookes as Milly

Miguel Fernandes qs Gregory Bate

Lance Holcomb as Fenny Bate

Mark Chamberlin as Young John Jaffrey

Tim Choate as Young Ricky Hawthorne

Kurt Johnson as Young Edward Wanderley

Ken Olin as Young Sears James

Brad Sullivan as Sheriff Hardesty

Robin Curtis as Rea Dedham

Breon Gorman as Nettie Dedham

James Greene as Mailman

Cagle D. Green as Eva’s Apparition

Kyra Carleton as Eva’s Apparition

Alfred Curven as Man in Coffin

Our apologies to the Grue-Believers expecting Without Warning (1980), but Ghost Story (1981) is a film the Grue-Crew have been keeping their collective eyes on for a few years, patiently waiting for it to move from PPV to a subscription service. Rest assured, Without Warning is already rescheduled to record in late November 2024.

Ghost Story’s cast and crew sports eight Oscar winners plus several nominees, and yet, the Grue-Crew are divided in their appreciation. Compromises and sacrifices must be made when transforming a 500-page, complexly plotted novel into a two-hour movie, and the results are hit-and-miss. Despite its faults, it’s a remarkable film, and the crew has much to discuss.

At the time of this writing, Ghost Story is available to stream from Amazon Prime (for a short time) and multiple PPV sources. It is also available on physical media as a Blu-ray formatted disc from Scream Factory. 

Every two weeks, Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1980s podcast will cover another horror film from the 1980s. The next episode’s film, chosen by Jeff, will be The Blob (1988)! Classic Era covered the original 1958 version, and a previous 80s crew covered this version in episode 126 almost seven years ago. This time, the current 80s Grue-Crew will be joined by effects artists Ralph Miller and Jeff Farley, who both worked on the film. This is going to be fun!

Please let them know how they’re doing! They want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans – so leave them a message or comment on the Gruesome Magazine Youtube channel, on the Gruesome Magazine website, or email the Decades of Horror 1980s podcast hosts at feedback@gruesomemagazine.com.

Tagged Albert Whitlock, Alice Krige, Bill Taylor, Craig Wasson, Dick Smith, Dick Warlock, Douglas Fairbanks Jr., Fred Astaire, Ghost Story, Jack Cardiff, john houseman, John Irvin, Ken Olin, Lawrence D. Cohen, May Routh, Melvyn Douglas, Norman Newberry, Patricia Neal, Peter Straub, Philippe Sarde, Rick Baker, Tom Rolf

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OKAY! Now that I have been given the okay to use my degree in yappology-

CLEANING WHEN YOU’RE STRESSED IS SO REAL. Like tmi mayhaps but I have like a 2 yr depression room (at one time it was clean but stuff happened that is not tumblr sanctioned and it reverted back to a depression room 🧍🏻‍♀️) and I got stressed about the first day of school (senior yr I’m gonna throw up guys-) and I just started cleaning it! I did like four loads of laundry and picked up all the trash and folded all my new clothes I got. I made a dent in the room and I was very happy about it lol.

Whenever I have a bad day I too rant to someone, usually it’s my best friend bcs as an only child I don’t have a sibling I can kidnap and force to listen to me and vice versa. So like needing to feel productive when your day has been literally awful??? Real for that!

Like I’m pretty sure I have picture day the same day I’m supposed to get my hair done which makes me want to pull my hair out. Like ONE MORE DAY PLEASE. MY SENIOR PICTURE CANNOT BE ME WITH THIS ORANGEY PINK MESS. PLEASE I’LL CRY. Unfortunately I don’t think they’ll push it back if I ask 🙄 how unreasonable /j

I’M SO GLAD I WAS ABLE TO MOTIVATE YOU TO MAKE THINGS!!! THAT MAKES ME GIGGLE AND TWIRL MY HAIR!!! Also not to worry, I love sending long asks so every once in a while if you enjoyed these more will be coming soon to Tumblrs near you <333

I am caring for myself, it’s called rummaging through your account along with (eggy, dodger, hiraethwa <333, honee, and Molly’s accounts). What more self care could I need??? NO BUT REALLY. I am taking care of myself, had myself a little self care shower the other day with face masks and hair masks. You know the works! Mostly because I had to take my nail polish off finally bcs school 😔 (I’m in a culinary tech school and you can’t have nail polish lol) also had a delicious meal bcs school started. We’re making yogurt and granola and then making crepes. The granola was so good- like omg. I added more brown sugar and honey 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Okay enough about me- now onto rambles about your fics bcs they’re delectable.

LOVE NOTES. OMG MY BELOVED….

I LOVE ALL THE LITTLE THINGS THAT LOVE NOTES SUNA DOES FOR HER. LIKE GOD I’VE SEEN WHAT YOU’VE DONE FOR OTHERS. LIKE BARKING. GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE.

FOR ME??? AWHFJSJJFJS I FEEL SO SPECIAL 🥰🥰🥰🥰

I’m gonna be so fr- I love love notes Suna but if I got put in that universe he’s not the one I would go after. Love you pookie but I need Osamu. As a baker I need him. Chef + Baker combo goes so hard like- we would cause so much havoc for Atsumu. Like “Here I made cupcakes you want one?” And he would agree bcs what could sweet little bakery anon have done to them??? PRANK. Osamu and I would be menaces and I feel like love notes Suna (and Sakusa) would wholeheartedly support this.

Wanting to write a story based off one scene in your head? Real. I do that all the time. There’s literally so many ideas floating around in my head (send help I have 15 drafts of ideas and it grows everyday😭😭😭😭🔫)

RAHHH MAKING ART FOR PEOPLE IS JUST SO ROMANTIC. I find it even more romantic when the other person doesn’t know because person A isn’t making the art to get credit or to get ahead in any way with person B they’re doing it because they get so inspired by person B that they have to get their love out somehow. And they want to inspire the people they love. WHEN IS IT MY TURN????

In a completely funny and ironic way when I think of love notes I think of “LOOK AT THIS PHOTOGRAPH! EVERY TIME I DO IT MAKES ME LAUGH!” Like my brain supplies me with that anytime photography is mentioned it’s all I can think of.

FOREHEAD KISS AND FRESH BAKED COOKIES MWAH 🍪🍪🍪🍪

I love you too Ness!!!!! <3333 MAKE SURE TO EAT FOOD AND DRINK WATER!!! AND THIS IS FOR EVERYONE ELSE WHO MADE IT THIS FAR IN MY YAPPING!!! -> YOU’RE IMPORTANT AND I LOVE YOU!!! AM I A STRANGER ON THE INTERNET? YES BUT DOES THAT MATTER? NO! You’re worth all the effort and deserve someone who puts effort into you. If no one else tells you they love you today I love you! You’re doing your best, even if you think you’re not. If you only have 40% of your usual effort today to give that means that you still have 100% because you made it through the day. You guys are doing great and eat food, drink water (it’s good for you I promise!) and take a shower or bath to help you decompress. You deserve it. And good night/morning because you deserve one!!! <33333

Thank you for yapping with me <3333 certified yapper clocking out for the day-

-sincerely bakery anon 🍪 <3

I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY BAKERY ANON PLEASE YOU ALWAYS HAVE THE OKAY TO USE YOUR DEGREE IN YAPPOLOGY <3 like u worked hard for that degree yk 😔😔 don't let anyone tell u that u can't use it!! BUT ANYWAY I'M SORRY I'M SO LATE I PROMISE IT IS ONLY BECAUSE LAST NIGHT -> TODAY LITERALLY SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE AND TOLD ME TO STAY DOWN </33 BUT I AM BACK AND ALIVE NOW!!

and not tmi at all!! omg i totally get the depression room 😭😭 like my desk is always just a mess of things i cannot be bothered to deal with and then i throw anything else in my closet so i don't have to deal with it and just recently cleaned it out and it was the best feeling in the world!! and ik how hard it can be to like start trying to clean up cluttered rooms when there's so much to do so i'm so proud of you for cleaning it!! stress cleaning is super fun <3 (it being clean and then things happening is so real + GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR SENIOR YEAR!! ENJOY YOURSELF <3 DON'T STRESS TOO MUCH ABOUT COLLEGE OR ANYTHING!!! HAVE FUN!! <33 and idk why i'm so stupid but i read "i made a dent in the room" and thought you meant a LITERAL DENT like i fully imagined you [a person with a cookie for a head <3 /pos it's so cute] just sucker punching your wall and leaving a dent LMAOOO)

and aa i'm glad you have a best friend to rant to!! friends are amazing honestly i definitely value friends over family tbh so i think that's just as good as a sibling yk <33

AND PLEASE???? idk i remember for my senior year they literally just used our junior pictures 💀💀 bc i guess their priority was the senior photos yk!! AND AAA ORANGEY PINK HAIR SOUNDS SO PRETTY THOUGH!!!! I HOPE YOUR PICTURE TURNS OUT WELL :(( AND ALSO THAT YOUR HAIR APPOINTMENT GOES WELL!! (😭😭 maybe they have like a retake picture day if u need it??)

I CANNOT WAIT FOR MORE LONG ASKS ESPECIALLY FROM YOU BAKERY ANON!! YOU ARE SO SWEET AND I LOVE TO READ AND REPLY TO THESE <33

AND RAHHHH!! i'm so so glad you loved love notes!!! suna is so sweet literally i think about him everyday <3 and then i see irl men and get severely disappointed and depressed </3 but it's okay bc that's what fanfics are for!! (@/yogurtkags tagged me in the most DELECTABLE suna drabble EVER OMG IT LITERALLY GAVE ME BUTTERFLIES but i reblogged it on my sideblog bc i went a little too feral...and not main blog appropriate....so if u want to read it u can either find it on there or i'll definitely find a way to send u the link!! like we can do it like a little smuggle deal where u send me an ask asking for the goods and i send u the link and then u send me another ask telling me u got it and then i delete the post... 😈😈😈 [i have no idea why i'm gatekeeping this fic or why i would do something this convoluted i am just mildly ashamed of my own behavior and reaction that fic ahem...]) AND PLEASE GOING FOR OSAMU IS SO VALID!!! AND THE CHEF X BAKER COMBO IS ACTUALLY SO SO CUTE!!!! <3333 i would die for your guys' prank wars 😭😭 ik that all goes crazy and suna and sakusa would definitely support you!! love notes yn would too <3

THE 15 IDEAS FLOATING AROUND YOUR HEAD IS SO REAL 😭😭😭 THAT'S ME AND ALL THE LITTLE TINY NOTES I HAVE IN MY NOTES APP THAT ARE JUST SPORADIC NOTES AND COMMENTS THAT MAKE NO SENSE

AND RIGHT IT'S SO ROMANTIC :((( like i don't think i ever find a way to convey this very clearly bc i was so scared to do a lot of pictures yk 😭😭 but that's basically how it was!! like they were both artists and they were both each other's muse <3 like y/n would be taking pictures of people (especially like engagement/couple photos) and be thinking about suna and suna was making art thinking of her <33 aa they're so cute!!!

FOREHEAD KISSES AND FRESH BAKED COOKIES :((( THANK YOU BAKERY ANON I LOVE YOU!! <33

YOU'RE SO SO SWEET BAKERY ANON PLEASE REMEMBER YOUR ENTIRE NOTE ALSO APPLIES TO YOU!!! PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF <333 GET ENOUGH REST!! EAT PLENTY!! DRINK WATER!!! LOVE YOURSELF!! AND I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY <333