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Its Halloween... you know what that means...
#panic! at the disco#pre split panic#patd#halloween#its almost halloween#ryan ross#brendon urie#spencer smith#jon walker#everybody scream
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Why do we have such fewer "Halloween Core" movies? When I say Halloween movies I don't mean every other scary movie out there. No! I'm talking about a movie that shows Halloween being celebrated. Streets and houses with spooky decorations. Kids running for trick-or-treats. Some friend gang trying to bust into a haunted house on the night of Halloween. Show me this!
Show me a movie where the frames have a bunch of jack-o-lanterns every 5 seconds.
Show me people dressed up as anything and everything - Batman, Pac-Man, werewolf, anything.
Anything but some cheap slasher thriller that has 90% of the movie shot in the dark.
I'm not saying we don't have Halloween core movies at all, but not as many as they should be.
There needs to be more!
I mean look at Christmas movies.
Any random movie cannot be termed as a Christmas movie. Christmas movies are where Christmas is celebrated. There's drama, there's a feel-good vibe, there's romance, there's snow and pretty lights and Santa's and Christmas trees and families and kids- that's the whole vibe of a Christmas movie. And we have so many of them(too many to be honest).
A simple romcom cannot be termed as a Christmas movie. The same way a simple horror movie cannot be a Halloween movie. No. Give me Halloween core. More of it. Please!!
#halloween#happy halloweeeeeeen#all hallows eve#it's always halloween in my soul#hocus pocus#hubie Halloween#jack o lantern#witches#warlocks#Wizards#halloween movies#scary movies#slashers#thriller#Halloween thrills#movie night#halloween mood#halloween makeup#halloween music#halloween memes#Everyday should be Halloween#pumpkin patch#trick or treat#halloween aesthetic#halloween vibes#halloween core#where is my Halloween movie#Christmas movies#more Halloween movies please#everybody scream
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THE EXAM I HAD TOMORROW GOT POSTPONED
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panic! bring back the beatles role play NOW
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i finally finished dilf scara
#.☽˚ saturn thinks#everybody scream#idk why this took me so long#but hi#i haven’t been active all day omg???
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JOYOUS JOYOUS DAY
The feature isn’t being removed for everyone at the same time. The contract Tumblr has with whoever the fuck it is ended on December 23 (I’m pretty sure at least) so it’ll be removed for everyone in the (hopefully) near future also happy new year
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THIS IS HALLOWEEN
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
PUMPKINS SCREAM IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
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I've been holding on to this one tight but I figured y'all deserve it
#glen powell#twisters#tyler owens#jake hangman seresin#anyone but you#hit man#chad radwell#scream queens#everybody wants some#walt finn finnegan
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Together
#LITERALLY WHAT THE HELL SCREAMING CRYING THIS IS SO CLOSE AND INTIMATE#CAPS KISSING!!!!!!#carlos sainz jr#charles leclerc#charlos#f1#scuderia ferrari#c2#c square#australia 2024#EVERYBODY THEY GOT MARRIED!!!#I mean they were already married but they finally chose to have a public ceremony for it#THIS IS THEM AFTER RECITING THEIR VOWS AND THE MINISTER LETS THEM KISS#AND THEN THEY GENTLY PULL APART AND SMILE AT EACH OTHER LIKE THIS#soft smiley giggly happy
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zero coherent thoughts, just in pure awe of how majestic he looks
📸: ruthlessimagery
SummerSalt Torquay || 11/10/2024
#'Hades this' 'Orpheus that' THAT IS APOLLO RIGHT THERE#screaming throwing up sliding down the wall he's so handsome kind of wouldn't fare well!!!#they knew this photo was too dangerous to post on main. the astronomical psyche damage this will bring us 😩#i am so unwell he's so handsome AND he brought back the pinstripe suit!! wins on wins!!#everybody make sure to thank you friendly neighborhood Ruth Medjber for this shot and for Caroline Downey for uploading it 😍#hozier#andrew hozier byrne#unreal unearth tour#summersalt#torquay
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panic! needs to be studied as a greek tragedy (without catharsis)
#will we ever rest???#doomed by the narrative#panic! at the disco#wwwyf 2025#everybody scream#my txt
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| Love Bites |
Just a very lazy drawing for Halloween! I haven't drawn these guys in a HOT second.. it was both a joy and a pain but isn't that what it's all about??
#scream 1996#stuilly#billy loomis#billy x stu#stu macher#stu x billy#scream#scream fanart#artist on tumblr#happy halloween in a few days everybody#halloween art#not the movie#oceanicjessie-art
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Part 1 / Part 2
Emmet remembers when he and Ingo first brought Elesa to explore Celestial Tower, back when they were fourteen and thought they were immortal.
“Allegedly, the bell chime will bring ghosts home”, ingo had told emmet with the pompous knowing energy of a child who read way too much brochures. “It’s culturally significant! We must ring it.”
“Hmmm,” emmet had responded suspiciously. “Brother. The bell is at the top of the tower.” The implication stands: Ingo, there are thirty flights of stairs between here and the top, and no elevator to speak of.
Don’t be a coward, Litwick had told Emmet with the blaise tone of somebody who’s going to be piggy backing off of somebody else. Go ring the bell. Tynamo, sensing a litten fight, floated towards a loitering blitzle.
Ingo turns his lilipup eyes on Elesa, who’s squinting at the carved stone faces of the front door.
“Elesa? What do you think?”
Elesa thinks. She shrugs. “We already made our way here,” she said in accented galarian. “Might as well make it the rest of the way. Ganbatte!”
Emmet sighs. “This is a mistake,” he tells the two in exhaustive patience, but lets himself be dragged into the building.
Last time the twins were here, Ingo caught litwick— but not before she managed to nab a good chunk of Emmet’s soul. It’s not terrible; he felt fatigued for a week and bounced back pretty quickly, but it was the principle of the whole situation— celestial tower’s a pain in the ass and Emmet will stand by that until the day he dies.
Like right now.
The map isn’t working. Emmet checked it once. He’s checked it twice. He’s taken out his pen and written on it, which he would usually never do but desperate times call for desperate measures. The compass he brought spins useless circles. It’s like chargestone cave up here, but worse because instead if electric pokemon it’s all ghosts.
“We’re lost, yyup yup!” He announced to the crew. “I vote we eat Ingo first.”
“I love you too,” Ingo told Emmet placidly. “But we all know between the two of us, you’re the tastier one.” Litwick gives Emmet a thumbs up. Emmet gasps in mock affront.
“Elesa, help!”
Elesa gives the two of them a wary look. It took two floors for her to realize this is not just a weird temple with strange rocks, but a full out graveyard. She’s not very happy about that development.
“Don’t drag me into this,” she tells them. “Teme wa urusaii.”
“I will take that as a compliment,” Ingo reports back.
Emmet, who’s cheerfully struggles with Galarian on a good day, simply gives her a thumbs up.
The three painstakingly crawl their way up. And up. If all else fails, Emmet told himself, at least they can orient themselves towards high ground.
“We’re like pidoves,” Ingo gasps. He has fallen behind them on the stairs, with Emmet taking the lead through sheer spite despite his legs going numb on floor twenty two. “We, hah, we are attracted by the magnet of the bell, like, like probopass-“
“I am emmet! You are not making, sense!” Emmet called back. Elesa, who’s stuck between them and looking two steps from perpetual collapse, giggles.
“No, no hear me out, Ingo wheezes. “What if the bell’s a magnetic pole? And that’s why your compass doesn’t wo, woo, hahh, work.”
Emmet stops to rest, just because Ingo is using precious breathing air to infodump. Elesa gratefully slumps against the railing. Tynamo and litwick, lazy in their still small size, have settled on a weary blitzle and look very smug doing so. (Emmet is not jealous, he tells himself. Emmet is also lying.)
“The bell’s important,” Ingo had repeated.
“Okay,” Elesa responds. “If it’s important to you, then it’s important to us.”
And Emmet finds that he agrees with Elesa. Partially because they crawled up twenty fucking three flights of stairs, but also because Ingo thinks this is important, so it is.
And here’s the thing—
— emmet doesn’t remember much after that.
The rest of that trip was a blur of exhausted groaning and burning legs, and by the time the trio managed to breach floor thirty, people’s brains have all but dribbled out their ears. Emmet remembers being disgustingly sweaty. He remembers blitzle almost tripping to death and litwick’s swearing. He remembers tynamo sticking to his neck like a damp towel. He remembers Ingo’s excited sneasel smile, and the way the sunset bounced off of Elesa’s hair.
He remembers the brassy ring of the Celestial bell. It sounded like victory.
But it was Elesa’s cackle turned scream as Ingo swiped cold hands down her neck that sounded like home.
—-
So when the conductor at thirty one, lost and disoriented in the Impossible Place, heard the sound of a familiar bell, ringing over and over and over-
-the sound of laughter-
-EMMET! Elesa cried-
-like a homing pidove, the conductor, thinks nonsensically as something in him perks up.
(Emmet had always liked winning, more than anything else, and the sound of victory calls him home.)
—
Elesa catches lightning in a bottle. Elesa, arms outstretched, finds purchase in her brother, and does not let go.
Emmet is so, so cold, Elesa thinks as the wind steals air from her lungs. (That’s okay. She’s already breathless from a terrible business called hope.)
Emmet stares back. His hands flap against Elesa’s jacket. Elesa desperately drinks in his wan face and too wide eyes and his frost bitten lips. In a tiny, meek voice, almost lost to the wind, he asks:
“Are you real?”
Elesa lets out an ugly sob. Her tears whip away in the wind as they fall. Emmet’s frightened countenance turns immediately to alarm. His shaky grasp becomes a solid grip as they spin through the air, cushioned by chandelure’s psychic.
“I think so??” Elesa warbles. She sees Emmet’s eyes dart to her mouth. He’s reading mirroring her, she realizes with giddy delight— it’s such an Emmet thing to do, to read lips, and-
“I am Emmet,” Emmet breathes. His eyes have started to water. “Yyou are Elesa- Oh dragons, Elesa!?“
Elesa reaches. Hesitates.
Emmet grabs elesa by the lapels and crushes her tight against him. Elesa holds on, and the grief and relief in her accumulates into a wet sopping mess. She’s ruining his jacket, she mourns, but its okay because he’s dripping all over hers.
She can’t hear what he’s saying into her shoulder, can’t read what he says, but everything’s okay because every part of her is chiming
You came back
You’re here
I’m not alone anymore.
Around them, the air distorts as Chandelure’s psychic wavers, flutters, and solidifies. Gravity reverses its call as they settle gently on the ground, dust billowing in all directions.
The ghost pokemon drops next to them, shaking so hard the musical clang of glass makes Elesa flinch.
You fucks, Chandelure gasps. DON’T GO LEAPING OFF BUILDINGS, I AM NOT YOUR EMERGENCY PARACHUTE.
“I’m sorry,” Elesa gasps, still giddy from the adrenaline.
AND YOU! Chandelure howls, whirling on Emmet, who’s still staring at the ghost with huge eyes. He’s gripping on to solid ground with the energy of a man who realized he could have been a splat on the ground.
YOU LEFT!
Emmet winces.
You- You left us, you left me-
Ah, ah no, Elesa thinks as golden globules of light shed from Chandelure. This is what a ghost looks like crying.
Emmet holds out his arms. Chandelure drifts into his embrace, and shakes, and shakes, and shakes.
You left me, the ghost pokemon whispers. How dare you. How could you.
“I didn’t mean to,” Emmet whispers. “I’m sorry.”
Stop doing this to me, Chandelure demands. Golden brine joins human tears, like drops of sun trapped in wet glass. Stop going where I can not follow.
And Emmet holds his tongue, because he knows he can not promise staying. Not while Ingo and Eelektross are still in Hisui.
(In the back of Emmet’s hurt and shattered mind is a spark. Synapses connect. The cold breach of the Distortion does nothing to drown out the sudden flare of hope in Emmet’s chest, so great he can not breathe, so strong he can not feel, because there’s a path. A difficult, painful path through the Space that Can Not Be, but a path all the same.)
“Elesa, Chandelure-“ Emmet’s voice breaks. He wants to tell them about Eelektross. He wants to tell them about the terrible past that is Hisui. He wants to explain how the last five months were filled with horror and wonder and fear and hope.
Hope, he thinks. So he says this:
“I know how to get Ingo home.”
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AAAAAND THAT’S ALL FOR THIS DRABBLE. ITS OUT NOW. I CAN FINALLY GO BACK TO POSTING HAPPY SHENANIGANS! (Now you know the shape of their story.)
Thanks for reading this monster of a post!
#salvaging the ship of theseus#submas au#submas#ONCE AGAIN. MAKING THIS EVERYBODYS PROBLEM#hey look i did a funny little callback#remember the celestial tower as a Fun Time?#im about to make it BITTERSWEET.#emmet#elesa#chandelure#ingo#critterbitter screams into the void#critdraws#anyways uHh pls just know stsot is made from my worldbuilding notes#i dont know the shape of its ending yet and things are bound to change (which is why its on this acc instead of critterbitter!#feel free to postulate in the comments tho! i have other drabbles but drawing and writing hard)#((mostly? ingo taking care of the sneaslets. getting harassed by lady sneasler. confusing the local wildlife.))#submas angst#with hopeful end?#submas fanfiction#fanfic#Spotify
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