#he's so insane and sexy and insane

[passengerseatsam]

I love 3.13 ghostfacers for many reasons but chief among them is sam's little meltdown when midnight strikes and dean's reaction to it. "It's 12:04 Dean, are you happy?" "yeah, I am happy" "let's go hunt the morton house, you said! it's our grand canyon!" *smashes chair*

sometimes i get cynical about the whole show being in dean's pov but then i get this to remind me that sam is exactly as unhinged as dean would have you believe <333

[hyunjining]

what’s his problem!!!!! how will i ever move on from this!!!!! // © IN2128J

[chefkids]

[userslayer]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER | 5.18 “Intervention”

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - The Comedy of Terrors (1963)

[ilottthepilot]

this has to be one of the photos of all time.

[mattodore]

birthday boy 🎂

[justevelynnnn]

i actually cannot stop thinking about this tease he pulled during this scene like omggg…. all these clips make me wanna watch australia real bad (especially for him)

[aka-indulgence]

Guy let me introduce you to my husband

I adore him

[skitskatdacat63]

Every time I read Fernando cursing in fic, I can only think about this clip and then my brain short-circuits

[lostcryptids]

*comically creates a dust cloud around him ripping his clothes off and he escapes with only cartoon boxers on*

[hootiee]

"mephisto pheles could've been a tumblr sexy man if blue exorcist was popular" <- doesn't know

[soupandsorcery]

Beaux wakes abruptly, mouth dry, heart in their throat. For a moment, they don't remember where they are, and it's...disorienting. Like being in a mental free fall that has their stomach swooping unpleasantly. The light is odd, which doesn't help. Shifting, rippling, blue-green and eerie. There's something there on the edges of their memory, like a half remembered dream. It wasn't a nightmare, they don't think. There's no gripping fear at the very least.

But there's something...

"Smells like apples and heat. Warm. Wet."

The rasping voice cuts through the bleary half consciousness, and it all comes back to Beaux in a rush. They're in their room at the Lighthouse in a rare moment of down time. And Lucanis—no, that voice is Spite's, isn't it—is standing over their bed.

"Shit," Beaux swears, rolling into a sitting position. Their instinct is to defend themselves, even though they're trying to keep an open mind where Spite is concerned. For Lucanis' sake, if nothing else. Leading by example, so the rest of the team will do the same. They don't reach for a weapon, so that can be compromise enough. "What are you doing in here?"

"Watching." Spite's eyes glow stronger in the dim light, casting their own shadows.

Right. Of course.

"Watching me sleep? That's a new level of creepy, even for you." They rub a hand over their face. "You have to let Lucanis sleep, Spite. And the rest of us too."

"He sleeps. And not interested in the rest," Spite says, leaning closer. "Only you."

Beaux frowns, and really, they're too tired for this conversation. "You're not making any sense right now. Can we do this in the morning?"

"No," Spite says sharply. "He won't let me talk to you in the morning. He's protective." He says it like it's a bad word. "Warns me to keep my distance. He's keeping distance for us both!"

"Can you blame him? Generally chatting with demons isn't the best idea."

"Wouldn't hurt you." Spite makes a face, offended. "Not you."

"I've seen you hurt Lucanis, and you're sharing his body. What makes me so special?"

In a flash, he's even closer, one knee up on the cushion, pressing right up into Beaux's personal space. There's really nowhere for Beaux to go, unless they want to jump over the back of the couch and end up on the floor, and they feel caught. Pinned. Staring into those glowing purple eyes, set into a face Beaux is coming to know pretty well these days.

But this isn't Lucanis. Lucanis never gets this close.

Sometimes...sometimes Beaux thinks he wants to. Thinks they can see him holding himself back with effort. But it's always on the fringes of their vision, and by the time they turn to look properly, Lucanis is back to his usual restrained self.

It's Lucanis' hand reaching up to touch Beaux's hair now, though. His fingers sifting through, rubbing the silvery strands like they're precious.

"Soft. Warm. Trembling," Spite purrs, and it's a low, deep sound that thrills something deep in Beaux's gut.

"I am not," Beaux breathes. Their heart is pounding in their chest, and they should be pushing Spite away. Should be waking Lucanis up so he can put an end to this.

Only...

Only.

Spite inhales deeply and closes more of the distance. "Want to keep you. Want to taste you."

"Oh. I—"

An annoyed look crosses Spite's face—Lucanis' face—and he pulls away suddenly, leaving Beaux struggling to remember how to breathe.

"He's trying to wake up. Bothersome. Cowardly."

"Be nice to him," Beaux whispers.

Spite says nothing, just turns and leaves as silently as he came, presumably so Lucanis will wake up somewhere else other than Beaux's room.

And Beaux lies awake for hours afterwards, absently touching their hair where Spite touched it, wondering at their lack of disgust for this whole thing.

[chefkids]

The way the only thing that makes Carmy crack a smile while being locked in the walk in is remembering the first and last meal Syd made him. Mind you, he didn't even try the fennel salad and the radicchio almost made him throw up.

[illmetkismet]

It's so funny to me when stupid men on the internet complain that Ada's remake voice makes her unsexy, as though if she crashed through their living room window with her grapple, kicked them down to the ground on her way in, and then stepped on their balls with her high heels and said, "Meow. Now," they wouldn't immediately start mewling like newborn kittens for her. Get real.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Bringing this back for the upteenth time...because...I fucking love it. That's why.

Vincent Price as Dr. Frankenstein - Danny Kaye Show (1965)