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don't expect to like em!

#nirvanna the band the show #ntbts

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“this song brings a very special memory and emotions. Poland, the 90s. Small industrial town. 18 year old me and my 19 year old brother are lying on our beds in pyjamas. Late evening. Sounds of distant trains passing by our town. Our parents divorced, living with our father who always ignored us. Dreaming and falling asleep together to Trainspotting soundtrack playing from our 90s black two-deck casette player with auto-reverse option. I will never forget it.”

- mistermaster2000, “Blur - Sing”

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made this for my twitter, figured i should post here too. RAMverse characters + their ethel cain songs <3

#other blog #lolll

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does it ever drive you crazy

just how fast the night changes

#blackberry

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happy alex kralie day to those who celebrate

#WEE WOOO #alex kralie #marble hornets

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and if you’re giving up, would you tell me?

about me —

ziggy / ferris

20

he/she, bi (gender & sexual!)

transmasc

autistic

“you big into writing?” “don’t even joke, lad.”

main: @yellowjackets96 / twitter: @adambrodyluvr & @shaunastaissa / ao3: @ thefavourite / pinterest: @shorttermtwelve

prioritized projects at the moment:

Those Who Trespass Against Us: A rag-tag band of small town Catholic priests and one ordinary teenage boy face an incomprehensible evil. (Religious Horror; Novel)

Dark Influences: Ingrid Jessup, an orphaned savant with the inexplicable ability to perfectly imitate people, gets caught up in a classic cat-and-mouse game with a serial killer. (Psychological Horror-Thriller; Novel)

Senseless Depravity: A perpetually-exhausted veteran detective finds themself paired up with an optimistic, by-the-numbers rookie, after a series of cold cases related to family annihilation are reopened. (Mystery/Psychological Horror-Thriller, containing Body Horror elements; Novel)

Dealt at the Deadline: Follows a fictionalized version of the Washington Nationals as they build a dynasty, as well as all the bumps along the way. (Satirical Sports Dramedy; Television Series)

There Will Be No Intermission: What could go wrong when you cast a headstrong, seasoned actress, alongside a full-of-himself, newly-crowned, “It Boy,” as romantic leads in a revival of one of the most famous plays of all time? (Erotic Comedic Thriller; Novel)

Ahead in the Count: When James Fox announces his retirement from Major League Baseball, the last thing he expects is to form a life-changing bond with his biggest fan, autistic 13-year-old Nellie Moss. (Coming-Of-Age Dramedy/Slice of Life; Screenplay)

check back for more, because, i promise, there will always be more.

#LETS GOOO #writeblr #my pal ferris!

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about me

roman

(he/it), transmasc bigender

18

writer, painter, and musician from texas

my main- @helterskeletors

twitter- @/jaybaumans

ao3- jaybaumans

main current projects

DOGMOUTH - a teenager with psychosis sets out to murder his childhood abuser. horror, drama. manuscript.

LITTLE DEATH - a guardian angel becomes overwhelmed with lust for the man she's assigned to protect. horror, thriller. manuscript.

MAD WORLD - a group of a totalitarian society's lowest- cannibals, murderers, and necrophiliacs- welcome in a like-minded member from a fallen sister group. horror, comedy. video game.

ACT OF GOD - following a devastating tornado, a famous writer returns to his hometown to find it shattered worse emotionally than physically. drama. screenplay.

DUBLIN - borderline personality disorder haunts a journalist as he reassess his past relationships. drama, comedy. manuscript.

PARTITION - a sudden move to Paris has a young tailor caught up in sex, murder, and the maddening world of his boss. drama, comedy, thriller. manuscript.

STARTING OVER/RCF - a gay man wakes up in bed, somehow having survived a suicide attempt. the catch? he's in a lesbian's body. comedy. stage play.

DEVIL IN THE DETAILS - a pattern has found itself into everything, and a cult radio show host is out to find what it means. horror, comedy. manuscript.

CAMISADO - in a post "The Exorcist" world, an actual exorcist has lost his faith- until he meets a woman who convinces him of a higher power. horror, drama. short story.

notes

feel free to ask me anything!!!

i'm open for criticism, as long as it's in dms :3

this blog will mainly be for updates and discussion

i write a lot of horror and nsfw content, please keep that in mind byf

#new blog hehe #writeblr

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#holy shit i love these #pngs

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BREAK MY SOUL IN TWO LOOKING FOR YOU, BUT YOU’RE RIGHT HERE.

Fathers Zachariah “Zach” Avery and Louis “Lou” Sloccumb — Those Who Trespass Against Us

#THE ETHEL LYRIC #twtau

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visionary casting

#TRULY #blackberry #matt johnson #jay baruchel

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HIII my commissions are open!!! i plan on selling my paintings later but for now please consider commissioning me!!!! Reposts are appreciated!!

#art #my art #commissions #ocatc #on cinema at the cinema #PLEASE COMM ME

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Mai Masri - Frontiers of Dreams and Fears (2001)

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the way you do the things you do / angus tully x reader — part one

summary / chaos is only natural when barton's resident misfit strikes up a bond with the middle child of the school's most despised instructor.

warnings / none

word count / 1,300+

hii! this one goes out to the very wise anon who suggested a plot revolving around angus and mr. hunham's kid, which, i must say, is an utterly brilliant concept. however, it turned out to be a lot longer than just a mere one-shot like my first one had been, so it'll probably end up being two or three parts. i hope that's okay, lovely anon. thank you for sharing your brilliance with me!

Moreso than anything else, the relationship between the two of you started as an agreement. Well, an unspoken one, but an agreement nonetheless. Somebody had to look out for the two of you, on equal footing as outliers, as social rejects, as the odd men out. No one could be better for that role than you yourselves. 

To your utter dismay, ever since your parents made the decision to ship you off to Barton Academy in order to get you “the best education available” for high school (which was made possible by your father’s half-off tuition staff discount), you found yourself under a level of scrutiny that you never once faced at your old public junior high. It was not your intention to be perceived as the offspring of the most hated man there, either, but word travels quicker than a deer crossing the road at Barton. A concept introduced to the dean on a Sunday morning ends up widely-understood knowledge by a Monday evening. You’d already been written off as the ‘spawn of Satan’ before you even started your first class. Tough fuckin’ luck.

On the other hand, Angus’s isolation was entirely self-imposed. Following several years of what his mother had promised would be a “short-lived maintenance phase,” he became fed up with the entire process — the constant shifting and forced socialization and paperwork and meetings with headmasters. Lather, rinse, repeat, over and over until he felt utterly insane. He grew to resist society’s forced conditioning of him, lashing out the only way he knew how, through acts of adolescent rebellion. Due to how much you contrast from your stickler father, you eventually saw eye to eye with Angus on this. Once you had finally worn him down to the point of dragging a tragic backstory out of him, you understood why, because, of course no teenager could possibly be interested in the art of befriending their peers and engrossing themselves in a community at their third consecutive school. 

But it didn’t start off too swimmingly.

He entered your life on the strangest day of the week, during the least-interesting possible time of year — a Thursday in late February. You learned of his arrival through the grapevine, mere hours before you first saw him. Perched at a seat towards the very corner of the dining hall, you had become increasingly intrigued by the nearby nonstop chatter from a group populated by Georgie Jackson, Philip McNamara, Billy Wolfe, and Teddy Kountze, a rare sight in the seven o’clock breakfast setting, which was typically chock full of half-dead, completely exhausted teenagers.

“You wanna bet it’s gonna be another freak?” Teddy had grumbled, shaking his head dismissively at something optimistic Georgie must have said. “They’re half the school, at this point.”

He not-so-transparently nodded towards you, earning him in-sync laughs from the more agreeable Philip and Billy, and a halfhearted head shake from Georgie. “Christ, dude. And you wonder why we’re the only kids who tolerate you.”

Teddy threw his hands up defensively. “Hey, I’m just sayin’! We could benefit from someone actually cool and fun.”

“God, could you imagine how cool a girl would be?” Billy daydreamed, practically drooling.

The shaggy-haired blonde smirked. “You’re telling me. That’s all I wanted since I first enrolled here. Would be nice if old man Woodrup would do what the student body actually wants, for once.”

“Instead,” Philip piped up, wearing a dejected pouty frown. “I’m hearing this guy got kicked outta three different schools.”

Your curiosity piqued, you finally jumped in, against your better judgment. “What could possibly get a teenage boy tossed from not one, not two, but three schools? That sounds utterly ridiculous.”

The energy sufficiently changed as Teddy shot you a poisonous glare, you watched the trio of his small-time henchmen sink into their seats, seemingly anxious at how angry you were about to make him. His scrunched-up face twisted into a confident smirk, like he was one-thousand percent confident he could ensure you would never speak to him again. “What’s it to you, Walleye Jr.? You think I’d lie about some shit like that? Would you tell your daddy if I did?”

A scoff escaping your throat, you leaned back into your seat, slightly dejected. “Well, no, but-”

“That’s what I thought,” Teddy said, his lackeys chuckling in unison, practically on cue. “And you wonder why you don’t have any friends, loser.”

Just like that, enforced unnecessary social hierarchy had left you right back where you were before, with more questions than you could ever get proper answers for.

Once lunch period rolled around, you figured you may as well not try your luck again. 

Wrapping a gentle fist against the surface of your father’s door, you barely had to stand by for more than a few moments before he greeted you, the smile that he saved for you and the rest of your family plastered across his cheeks as he slung an arm across your shoulder, pulling you into a casual hug. Due to the academy’s policy of teacher’s children not being allowed to take their parent’s classes to avoid favoritism, you no longer spent time with him every day as you typically did with your mother back home. The reunion was definitely something you had been yearning for since you last saw him, even though it must have been no less than a week ago last Sunday. For the first time in far too long, something at Barton brought joy back to you. 

“How have you been, sweetheart?” your father asked, his reading glasses bouncing slightly on the bridge of his nose as he sat back down at his desk. He pointed to the chair on the other end of it, offering it to you. You gladly accepted, tugging the seat out and sliding into it.

You shrugged at the question, trying not to pay Kountze and his gang of blockheads too much mind. “Fine. Haven’t really done anything too notable or special.”

“Well, hey,” he offered, sliding a sheet labeled roll call across the desk to you. “Maybe this’ll brighten your spirits, despite how much the prospect of it annoys me.”

As soon as he finishes speaking, you instantly know what he was referring to, your eyes catching on the highlighted name sandwiched between Neil Sweeney and Todd Wedderling, bearing an emboldened word next to it — Angus Tully (NEW). And then, like it were on cue, the door behind the two of you swung open, revealing the sight of an instantly-enrapturing bearer of deeply brown eyes.

“Ah, Mr. Tully,” your father remarked, rising from the desk to greet him. “What a coincidence. I was just introducing them to you.”

Angus snorted. “All good things, I hope.”

“You’ve yet to prove us otherwise,” the older man quipped, before quickly turning toward you. “This is my middle child, the one Dr. Woodrup told you about. They’re a sophomore like you, so even though you won’t be in my class together, I’m sure you’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”

Picking up on the hint, you offer the other teenager a hand, which he casually shakes. “Pleasure to meet you, Angus.”

The brunette offered a crooked half-smile, enough to draw one out of you, too. “Nice to meet you as well.”Everything about him seemed natural — the way he didn’t force his grin, the warmth of his palm, the distinct waviness of his mud-shaded curls. This school left you perpetually surrounded by well-off jackasses, standing where they were currently placed via generational wealth, rather than strength and perseverance, working off of their own merits as your father had. Not to say that Tully was dissimilar in that manner, but he just felt so distinctly different, like he was not even trying to cultivate a phony persona in the effort of impressing others. If only everyone were like him. Maybe Barton would be bearable after all.

#SOME GOOD FUCKING FOOD

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BLACKBERRY (2023) / NIRVANNA THE BAND THE SHOW (2017) / WIDOWS OF NORMANDY, RYE LACHANCE (2024)

#my pics #webweave #webweaving #ntbts #nirvanna the band the show #matt johnson #blackberry #blackberry movie #pics

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hi guys going a little insane but i made a mini 8-fold zine based on the passenger 2023. u can read it here or print out ur own if u want!

#OH MY GOD????.

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THE DIRTIES (2013) dir. Matt Johnson

It’s funny. You see something happening to you on camera, it’s like it’s not even happening to you. It’s like it’s happening to a different person. It’s crazy.

#yall dont know this movie like i do #matt johnson #the dirties

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look all I'm saying is that there is still time to cast him as a murderer again

#please leave me alone #jordan peele #gifs #tim heidecker