#lee amber
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
weirdlookindog · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
The Touch of Satan (1971)
AKA Night of the Demon, Pitchfork, Curse of Melissa
55 notes · View notes
okthatsgreat · 1 month ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
they all told me this themselves
556 notes · View notes
kirjavas · 11 months ago
Text
never not thinking about iorek byrnison eating lee scoresby's dead body, so as not to let it rot but instead allow it to sustain an old friend on his journey. and how this act fulfilled lee's dying wish to help lyra by giving iorek the strength to go on and find her. thinking about consumption as a form of love, loving someone in their entirety and wanting to eat them whole but also love and grief being something you carry inside of you that guides you forward
1K notes · View notes
nakedinm4nhattan · 1 month ago
Text
oh gee i sure hope i see a lesbian under my tree!
134 notes · View notes
thevillainsfangirl · 7 months ago
Text
This is gonna ruffle a lot of feathers, I’m sure, but...
If you're going to love a fictional villain, LOVE THEM AS A VILLAIN! Stop trying to make them into some Good Person™ that they’re not. What is it that you even like about them? You think they're hot?
Quit being a pussy! THEY'RE FICTIONAL. It's not some moral dilemma if you love a villain AS A VILLAIN.
Tumblr media
(Remade this old post because I had some characters to add.)
304 notes · View notes
rinkasisopods · 9 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
fashion designers in figure skating (2/?) : lisa mckinnon
lisa mckinnon is a swedish costume designer. mckinnon was only 12 years old when she started making her own skating dresses and practice clothes. it soon grew in to a passion and a freelance business, that would keep her busy during her teenage years and later on during her off time from touring. in march 2014, she formed her own company, lisa mckinnon designs inc.
selected worked:
ava marie ziegler's burlesque
amber glenn's exogenesis
alysa liu's the storm
elyce lin-gracey's anna's theme
starr andrews' je suis malade
young you's otono porteno
kaori sakamoto's baby, god bless you
mia kalin's rain, in your black eyes
josephine lee's letting go
148 notes · View notes
andimack-crack · 10 days ago
Text
ambi & Kippen siblings confirmed AND they're all down for S4 no one speak to me.
47 notes · View notes
wolvesandvoices · 11 months ago
Text
amber (wilson's dead girlfriend) (when house found out they started dating he said wilson was dating a carbon copy of him) (he hallucinated her and she represented his subconscious) made him pick out a mattress for their apartment when they moved in together, to force him to have an opinion on something.
house (wilson's best friend) (constantly paralleled to his dead girlfriend) (he risked his life to save amber's and it didn't work) (the only person he cares about is wilson, so the only reason he would risk his life to save amber is because he knew wilson cared about them equally) moved in with wilson, to a new apartment (out of the one he shared with amber) (he refused to redecorate for years) and MADE WILSON PICK OUT A PIECE OF FURNITURE TO FORCE HIM TO HAVE AN OPINION ON SOMETHING.
AND WILSON BOUGHT HIM A FUCKING ORGAN.
242 notes · View notes
weirdlookindog · 2 years ago
Text
Tumblr media
The Touch of Satan (1971)
AKA Night of the Demon, Pitchfork, Curse of Melissa
80 notes · View notes
detective-jane-rizzoli · 3 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
43 notes · View notes
fxoxota · 6 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
f(x) & SHINee = BESTIES 🫂 ʾ
106 notes · View notes
draculovemp3 · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Whimpering and ogling. Amber you know what else u can do w that cigarette . ,…
184 notes · View notes
kirjavas · 2 months ago
Text
into the sky
roger laughs as he leaves the land of the dead. like the bubbles in champagne, the sound ripples around the surrounding caves and passes through the other ghosts, who laugh too, and scramble up towards the light pouring in ahead. tell them stories, he thinks, as the world greets him for the final time.
lee thinks of hester, the scrappy little arctic hare who was his soul, companion and friend. he can almost hear her singing as he steps through the window—eager to finish a final duet. the last thing he remembers is lyra gripping him tight, her tear-streaked face pressed right over his heart, and her tattered jacket the very same shade as the red hat she once wore to recruit an aeronaut and an armoured bear. never has he been so pleased to be blindsided by love.
john parry thinks of his son. his soul is no longer trapped thanks to william, who will soon get to grow old alongside his mother and pick up the pieces his father never had the chance to. he feels himself disperse, drawn into the breeze of a world that looks like paradise, surrounded by love and stories.
benjamin de ruyter has been walking against the flow of ghosts, searching for his family. he finally finds a small boy with a shaved head in a blue snowsuit that covers him from head to toe. benjamin takes billy by the hand, and together they begin the climb, catching up as though not a day has passed between them. they start telling stories of the gyptians between whispers from the other ghosts, connecting lyra's words with their own.
giacomo paradisi smiles when the news reaches him. he feels free long before he even sees the window, hearing whispers of a girl and a boy and a knife. when he reaches the opening, he can't help but notice the shimmering strings of energy that indicate the gaps between the worlds, and silently thanks the teenage knife bearer who turned out to be the best of them. part of him wants to look around and thank the children in person, but every other part of him is aching to join the universe again, so he steps forward, and meets his destiny in private.
behind them lay darkness, fear and death, but they were no longer alone. up ahead the world was welcoming them back. so the dead turned away from the world they'd been trapped in, and looked towards the sun, and walked into the sky.
42 notes · View notes
out-of-body-xperience · 21 days ago
Text
Tumblr media
Naomi Campbell @ Rifat Ozbek 1995
30 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
Customized His Dark Materials Funko Pops by @ocriadordearte on Instagram
32 notes · View notes
yours-stevie · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Spooky season 🦇
185 notes · View notes