#shriek like banshee

[slapjacq]

screaming and crying again because CLAUDIA AND MADELINE DESERVED THE WORLD AND THEY WERE ROBBED, ROBBED I TELL YOU

if they deserve anything, they deserve to haunt and traumatize those deranged gay men back

[liyazaki]

we get to choose our own paths, instead of what destiny chooses for us.

LA PLUIE THE SERIES | EPISODE 12

[harleybird]

"Do you think it has to be torture? Being the way we are?"

"Listen to me. No, it does not."

Dead Boy Detectives | The Case of the Very Long Stairway

Bonus Niko:

[joogios]

Zeke extracting literal gallons of his own spinal fluid enough to fill like a cabinet of wine bottles repeatedly in order to conquer nations without the hassle of sending out armies

[gameo-archive]

"Do you have any inside jokes you could share? Or just your favourite jokes broadly? I’m going on holiday to London in March, any recommendations for non-touristy activities? Do you remember your dreams (sleeping ones) and could you share any?"

Transcript below:

"G: Right, oh, hello Tan, it‘s George here from… Percy Jacks�� sorry, Dead Boy Detectives. J: And Jayden from Per— Dead Boy Detectives. G: Both filmed in Vancouver, both excellent shows of the supernatural variety. So, you‘ve asked us a few questions, Tan, and we are gonna get straight into them, so… question number one: Do we have any inside jokes we could share. Could we share? J: We probably have inside jokes but could we even explain them? Not really. It‘s most of them is just like noises and like weird just quotes from random things. G: Yeah, that's the thing, they kind of evolve as we're spending time together. Cause when we were filming the show we were literally in each other's pockets every day, so… Also, they just wouldn't be funny to you. J: No. It's like… you gotta be there for it to be funny. G: Not in like an exclusive way but, like, even Kassius didn't find a lot of them funny. J: No. Nobody did. G: Nobody did, no. J: You would have just thought we had like Tourette's or something. We'd just walk around set just shouting things and making noises. G: There's the shag smash one. J: Yeah. G: That's quite funny J: That was quite funny. But, I mean, is that an inside joke? Well, that's a joke anyway, so let's talk about that. So, obviously I had the line in episode… G: Three? J: Three, where I have to say, oh you know, we shag, smash, you know. Get it on, whatever the line was. And for some reason I was doing it in this voice where, when we were reading it and rehearsing it, I kept going ""shaaag"", ""smaaaash"". Again, probably doesn't sound that funny to you right now but at the time we found that absolutely hilarious and when it came to the actual rehearsal and when I tried to say it normally, it was the first time I said it normally, and we all were just on the floor. G: And the crew who watched the rehearsal—there's about over a hundred of them—they were not impressed. J: They had no idea G: They had no idea because… because it was a British joke. J: It was a super British joke. And they were all literally like this. G: So we then had about twenty minutes after that rehearsal to actually filming the scene which you see, which is now available for everyone to see. We had twenty minutes to get our you know what together. So we were literally lying down one by one and standing on each other's chests… J: To get the laughs out. G: …to compress them and get the laughs out. And it worked, didn't it? J: It did. G: I couldn't… I'm sure if you watch that scene, I'm not looking at him when he says that line because… J: I think I was looking at your bowtie as well, I couldn't look you in the face. G: Probably. It was towards the end of the day as well, wasn't it? J: Yeah, it was G: And sometimes towards the end of the day you get the giggles a little bit. But it means that we were having fun and that's the main thing. Erm, you said you're going on holiday to London in March, any recommendations for non-touristy activities. J: Well, I let you take this part, because I'm awful with anything touristy or non-touristy. G: I mean, it's not too touristy but you should visit the Greenwich Naval Museum because we filmed the very first part of the Pilot there, so you can go and reenact it, should you wish. J: Oh, I got one. Go to the Sherlock Holmes Museum as well. Me, George, and Kassius actually went there for some pre-filming research. G: In Baker Street. Yes. Do we remember our dreams and could we share any? I don't remember my dreams. J: I do remember some but they are just so blooming random. I had a dream last night that I went to my nan's house with my little brother and we walked in and she jump-scared us and I woke up. G: Fascinating. J: Yeah. G: Well… Both: Let's end the day with that."

[christronomy]

can we talk about chris' ARM in his recent bbl pic?? i woke up to that and screeched

YES ANON WE CAN TALK ABOUT IT ALL DAY ALL WEEK ALL MONTH FOR THE NEXT 50 YEARS.

i wanna take a huge bite out of his arm tbh. can we also talk about his neck and his nose. i wanna ride it. and the earring sheesh. need to lick him all over.

and i am posting it AGAIN bc everyone will be seeing him on their dashboard whether they like it or not.

[litlunacy]

43 hours in and these goobers are finally talking about feelings!

Also Bellara writing spicy self insert fanfic to cope with said feelings is so adorable idk what to do with myself. Girl tries to be suave for all of 3 seconds and manages to knock everything and herself off the desk.

They are both brilliant and they are both dumbasses. I love them. When can I make them kiss??

[i3utterflyeffect]

i'm about to start killing. it is july 6th. fucking STOP

[mochalottie]

What's that thing from Aladdin again? The little jingle genie sings...? Oh right!

Here's the conquering hero!!!

You guys have been asking (read: Begging) and I am here to deliver!

The ikrans are back!!! I repeat the ikrans have returned, Guy is here in all his splendour and my little brain practically rejoiced at getting to write flying scenes again because oh boy, have I missed them.

I do hope you enjoy this especially fluffy chapter, although it does still contain some angst of course, and do read the authors note this week guys, 'cause I need your opinion on something.

Anyway, ta ta for now lovelies! Imma go smack my head against the wall some more as I try to write this stupid dissertation.

Enjoy <333

[queenimmadolla]

may i introduce, Line Cook!Steve

[gracieposting]

crying sobbing throwing up etc

[theblackestofsuns]

"Shrieking Like A Banshee"

Love & Rockets Volume 2 #4 (Summer 2002)

Jaime Hernandez

Fantagraphics Books

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

I’m like if a feral cat and a Clydesdale had a baby

[blondiexbiites]

The Ghost first appeared in the periphery of Maddie's vision one night-- just outside of one's focus like the bum on the street corner. Litter in the gutter. A bad feeling that made you cross the street.

But he always seemed to be there, just around the corner for her to bump into, only to realize it was just a coat hung upon a door, or a broom stood in the corner. First as a figment half-sensed in the dreams that come as the skies grow dark. Then, as the nights passed and grew into weeks, as something lurking, waiting for her.

A thin man in a rumpled suit, his throat torn open in some terrible act of mortal violence-- his life bled away and still wetting his ruined collar. A lingering scent of mildew, sour beer and cigarette smoke. An unwelcome brush in the darkness. A laugh half-heard. Leering.

Except tonight, he seems almost solid, sitting at the end of her bed smoking a goddamned cigarette. The audacity.

"Looks like some ol' pornos in here. All th' fuckin' pink an' lace an' fuckin' princess shit, aye?" He chuckles, and smoke wafts from the gored hole in his neck.

"You leeches an' yer aesthetics make me sick. Bet you do insta too, aye?"

Madison forced herself out of bed; her legs were heavy and uncooperative, and her stomach growled from lack of proper nourishment. She swayed, holding to the bed for support, her teeth chattering from a familiar bone-deep chill. That damnable chill she'd endured for weeks on end. She had never before been so cold, but she couldn't allow herself the luxury of huddling under the covers when she had a whole night of hunting ahead of her. Madison had to do something to ward off her hunger and the unsettling feeling of being watched. Laboriously, Madison smoothed out the pink satin sheets and pillows, then shuffled to the kitchen and grabbed a can of scented liquid she couldn't even bring herself to name. Returning to her bedroom, she sprayed the bed linens before tucking everything in tight and drawing the silk duvet in place. Madison then stacked her decorative frilly pillows on the bed in their usual order and sprayed the air deodorizer around the bedroom and bathroom.

Maybe Maddie was just imagining it, but she could have sworn she could smell the same strange, chilling presence she'd been smelling for weeks. The smell of rot, blood, gore, and something unwelcome in her home. Trembling, Madison wrapped her silken pink bathrobe tighter around her trembling frame, blonde curls whipping about as she looked around frantically. Why was she so damnably cold? The normally bubblegum-scented air in her room felt freezing, but she had already set the thermostat to a toasty 70 degrees! Snarling, Madison began to pace, eyes glowing red with frustration as she tried to wrap her head around the strange occurrences these past few days and the smell that had taken residence in her home!

And that was when she heard it.

The noise was slight, little more than a rustle. Madison paused, her blonde head tilting as she listened for a repeat of the slight, odd sound. There. A whisper, like fabric. And from a familiar location.

Someone was in her room.

Madison's scalp prickled, and a jolt of sheer shock made her undead heart almost freeze in her chest. Slowly, Maddie turned her head to face whatever or whoever was sitting on the edge of her bed. The very presence that was violating her sanctuary.

"Looks like some ol' pornos in here. All th' fuckin' pink an' lace an' fuckin' princess shit, aye?"

The chill grew even more potent, the smell staggering, but Madison didn't move, couldn't move. Her eyes swept from his horrendous rumpled clothing to his smarmy, unpleasant face before finally settling on the red hole that was his throat...or used to be his throat. 'Did I do that?' she thought distantly. Afraid. Why did she feel so scared?

"You leeches an' yer aesthetics make me sick. Bet you do insta too, aye?"

Madison's chest constricted, preventing her from doing more than draw in quick, shallow breaths. She couldn't move or even scream, but the moment he insulted her pink colors, morbid righteous fury roared and overwhelmed the bubble of unsureness. "DON'T INSULT MY COLORS!" she screeched, fangs bared, face twisted in a look of ugly rage. "And for your information, I use Tinder!" Only the best place to get proper food. Insta asked for too much exposure, but enough about that, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?! AND GET THE FUCK OFF OF MY BED! THOSE SHEETS ARE EGYPTIAN SILK, AND YOU'RE SPOILING THEM!"

@infamouscabal

[abyssopelagicstar]

Sometimes you hear a fucked up unidentifiable animal noise outside in the middle of the night and are like yeah okay this is why people believe in demons

[queen-scribbles]

Okay, this is too much, I'mma go play some LOTRO before these two make me explode