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yes-divine-ruler · 1 year

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Your Personal Trainer - Kai Anderson

Part 2

Summary: another private gym session between you and Kai leads to more kinky sex.

x fem!reader

CW: oral (k receiving), fingering, cum eating, degradation, (slight) public sex

wc: 2.5k

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To say you were nervous to go back to the gym for your second private session was an understatement. All that had been on your mind for the last few days was your personal trainer, his fingers wrapped around your throat, his thick cock stretching out your walls as he pounded you in the shower, the water cascading down his toned chest, the moans of pleasure that escaped his lips. It was distracting you at work, at home, and as much as you tried to ease the sexual tension with your own fingers it never quite felt the same.

You sat in your car in the parking lot contemplating going inside. You didn’t know what you would do if he tried to act like it didn’t happen, or if it didn’t happen again. It was like an addiction that you had to satisfy. You decided you’d go in, sporting your most revealing sports bra, your cleavage tightly pushed together from the constraining fabric. Your eyelashes were thick with waterproof mascara in an attempt to appear more sensual to him, to show him that you hadn’t stopped thinking about him and that intoxicating blue manbun.

You approach the front desk, another guy you didn’t recognise at the counter.

“Hello ma’am, what can I do for you?” he smiled, looking up from his desktop screen to make eye contact with you.

“Hi, I’m here for a PT session with uh, Kai Anderson?” you said shyly, looking around nervously for the man in your sexual fantasies.

“Yeah, no worries, I’ll let him know you’re here,” he says, disappearing into a backroom off the reception desk as you stood awkwardly in your slutty gym gear. You were almost worried that Kai wasn’t here today, and you’d have to have a session with someone else.

You suck in a breath as you watch Kai follow the man from the front desk into reception, chatting to him, oblivious to you standing there staring at him with wide, hungry eyes. He wore grey sweatpants this time, with a simple fitted grey t-shirt, his hair tied up just the way you liked it. He turned his head to make eye contact with you, his lips curving into a devious smirk as you offered him a small smile.

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite client,” Kai said, coming around to the other side of the counter to stand in front of you. You blushed as his words, looking down at your sneakers as he chuckled softly at the obvious affect he had on you.

“Come, let’s get started, I’ve written up a plan for you in the past few days,” you follow Kai into the gym, taking in the mouth-watering appearance of his broad back in his tight t-shirt. You knew this session was going to be even harder to get through than the former, now that your mind had substantial material to feed off.

He held up the clipboard, coming into you from behind and placing it in front of you to read. You felt his chest press up against yours, freezing from the close proximity between the two of you.

“Now this, is today’s plan. A mixture of glute focused exercises and abs, it said on your request that these were what you wanted to work on the most, although, I think your ass is fine,” Kai smirked at how tense you felt in front of him, moving in closer so that the erection in his sweatpants lightly brushed up against your backside. Your eyes wearily filtered through his work out plan.

Single leg deadlift with bench support.

Leg press.

Hack squat.

Lunges.

Hip adductions.

Ab circuit.

Cool down

Rolling with foam roller.

Blowjob.

Your eyes widened at the last item on the list, heat instantly rushing between your legs as you thought of his thick cock hitting the back of your needy throat.

“I- okay looks good,” you could hardly get a word out, as he moved from behind you and walked over to a bench. You followed, as he set down his clipboard, both of you knowing what was on the list and neither of you acknowledging it until you had to.

He grabbed an 11 lb weight, setting it down next to you as he encouraged you to place one bent leg on the bench, the other foot still touching the floor. You leant over to pick up the weight, beginning to start your first set of single-legged deadlifts. Kai sucked in a harsh breath behind you as he watched you bend over, again and again, acknowledging the already damp patch at the middle seam of your tights. All he could think about was how your cunt felt clenching around his cock, and the whimpers that escaped your pretty little mouth as he savagely pounded into you. This session wouldn’t only be hard for you, but for Kai too, who was eager to get through the plan as soon, and as quick, as possible.

“Good, you’re doing so much better with your form today,” he encourages, placing a guiding hand on your lower back, pressing back up against your ass from behind as you finished the set.

“Thanks Kai,” you mutter in reply, a small almost unnoticeable moan escaping your lips as his hand travels from your lower back to your ass, running down the middle seam of your tights towards where you needed him most.

His hand retracts almost as quickly as its placed there, a small whimper escaping your lips from the loss of contact. A low chuckle escapes Kai’s lips as you look up at him in desperation, he loved the control he had over you.

“Hey Anderson?”

Kai turns to face the guy who was previously behind the front desk as he tosses him a lanyard with a multitude of keys.

“Lock up for us after your session? The gym is closed, so you shouldn’t have anyone else come in,” he smiles as Kai agrees, bidding him a goodnight and watching as he leaves through the glass sliding doors at the entrance. A smile crosses your face knowing that the two of you are now alone, and that anything is possible now that the gym is yours.

“Right, next exercise?” Kai grins back at you, as though he was reading your mind.

Kai continued to touch you here and there throughout your workout, his fingers trailing the front of your thighs as you sat down in a squat on the hack squat machine, his arms wrapping around you front behind and determining the angle of your hip during hip adductions. All of it was informative for him, but it only made you grow more lustful for the man by your side.

When you’d finally completed the last round of your ab circuit, you were drenched in sweat, your cleavage and face sticky from the perspiration. Kai thought you looked so fucking hot tired and worked to your limits, it only made you more compliant to his commands.

“Now for our last exercise…” Kai smirked as your face blushed impossibly redder, sitting on your bent knees as you tried to steady your breathing. It wasn’t helping that your hands rested on your thighs, your arms pushing your cleavage together making your chest look unbearably good. Kai stepped forward, his crotch in line with your face as you looked up at him from under your thick eyelashes.

“Here?” you asked him confused, furrowing your eyebrows.

“It’ll happen wherever I want it to happen, I give the instructions here,” Kai reaches forwards and grips onto the ponytail at the back of your head, pushing your face towards his clothed erection.

“Look how turned on you’ve made me, wearing that slutty little sports bra- you know exactly what you’re doing,” Kai’s eyes turned darker, his grip on your hair tighter as he pulled down the elastic waistband of his sweatpants. With nothing on underneath, his thick cock sprung free, a gasp escaping your lips at the pleasant surprise.

“Open,” Kai demanded, gripping onto his erection in his hand and guiding it towards your parted lips, “stick out your tongue.”

You obey his commands, sticking out your tongue for him as he runs the tip of his cock against it. He groans at the warm wetness of your tongue, before you open your mouth greedily to take the tip in your mouth. He doesn’t object, instead harshly pulling on your hair to slam his cock into your mouth. Your eyes well with tears from the forceful contact with the back of your throat, but you only get more turned on from it.

Kai fucks your face, his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over, ignoring your gags and pleads between short breathes. Your hands shoot up to his thighs, holding tightly onto the skin to try and alleviate some of the forcefulness.

“Look at me while I fuck your pretty throat,” Kai forces your head upwards, your face soaked with tears as he growls at the sight in front of him. Nothing got him off more than a vulnerable whore, crying from the length and thickness of his cock. He eventually pulls out his cock, slick with your saliva, as he pulls you up from the ground.

He pulls off your tights in a single motion, as you help him kick them off your legs, leaving you in the middle of the gym in just your sports bra and tight lace thong. He ventures over to a bench, pulling you by the hand behind him, before pushing you down on your hands and knees onto it. His fingers pull your panties to the side, before he unclasps your sports bra and lets it fall off your chest. You take a deep breath, glancing around at the glass windows surrounding the building, suddenly nervous that someone could be outside, watching you.

Its soon forgotten how open your sexual encounter is when your feel Kai’s finger enter you. He lets out a low moan as he pumps his finger inside you, and then inserts a second, stretching you out in preparation for his painfully hard erection. His thumb brushes over your clit, as you arch your back to give him a better view of between your legs. He watches as you clench around him, a dark laugh escaping his lips as he marvels at how bad you need him.

“My god, don’t you just have the neediest cunt, you want my cock so bad don’t you?” he asks, retracting his fingers from inside you and bending over you to display them by your face.

“Suck on them, taste yourself,” he seethes, shoving his two soaked fingers into your mouth and onto your tongue. You hollow your cheeks around his fingers, tasting your own arousal after a sweaty gym session and even swallowing after he removes them.

“Good girl, you’re such a good girl, I want to hear you beg,” he taunts, rubbing his tip between your soaked folds and up against your clit as you whither in pleasure beneath him.

“Please Kai, I need you,” you plead pathetically, arching your back even more as you try and push yourself back onto his cock. He suddenly lays a hard slap down on your ass at your eagerness to feel him inside you again, tutting as you let out a small whine.

“You need me to what?” he urges, pressing his tip back against your entrance.

“I need you to fuck me Kai, please, I need to feel your cock,” you almost cry out, as he finally slides into you with ease. You both let out satisfied moans as he begins mercilessly pounding into you, already close to his own release after fucking your mouth. He watches in awe as your ass bounces against him with every thrust, leaning forward and tugging again on your ponytail. Your arched back makes his cock hit deep inside you, his rough and fast thrusts tipping your closer and closer to your own release. You had been waiting for this for 2 days, and now that it was finally here, you couldn’t get enough.

“Oh Kai please, it feels so good,” you moan, his hands coming down to grasp both your ass cheeks in a tight grip, digging his fingers into your skin. He throws his head back in pleasure, building up pace until he finally pulls out, stroking his length in his hand until he releases all over your ass.

He doesn’t leave you without your own release, turning you over so you’re on your back, plunging his two fingers into your cunt and curling them up to reach your spot of intense pleasure. He watches your face as your mouth gapes open and your eyes squeeze shut, his thumb coming up to rub against your clit as you finally orgasm. The orgasm feels like a dream, as it courses through your body like an electric shock, Kai letting out a moan of his own as he feels you clench around him. A mix of your arousal and Kai’s ejaculate coats the bench beneath you, as you sit up in exhaustion.

“Looks like you have some cleaning up to do,” Kai mutters, looking down at the bench, now with his sweatpants back on and clinging to his hips. You look at him in shock.

“Me?” you ask, pointing a finger at your bare chest. He doesn’t answer, instead gripping onto the back of your head and pushing it down towards the pool on the bench. You try and move your head away, but Kai only chuckles as your cheek contacts your combined secretions.

“Don’t be a disobedient little slut and clean up your fucking mess, it’s all your fault” Kai spits, as you turn your head and stick your tongue out against the bench in dread, knowing that this bench was in use by the public.

“I’m waiting,” Kai mutters, as he pushes your tongue against it and watches you lap it up with your tongue, your face cringing at the taste.

“Good slut,” Kai praises, as he finally takes his hand off your head, allowing you to stand from the bench and locate your clothes.

You dress and watch Kai as he goes passed the front desk and into the backroom. The lights switch off suddenly, and you’re quick to move to the front of the gym, careful not to trip over any equipment.

“Booked your next session?” Kai asks, as you both stood outside as he locks the gym shut with his lanyard of keys.

“Yeah,” you reply, as he turns with his gym bag and heads into the parking lot.

“See you whenever that is,” Kai chuckles, before stopping in his tracks and turning back towards you. He leans down and kisses you softly, a weird contrast to the roughness of the events that just occurred inside.

He pulls away without another word and walks towards his car, as you clear your throat and head towards yours, legs shaking as you walked. If this was going to be a regular thing, you felt that maybe you’d need it outside the gym because two more days was too long without feeling Kai Anderson.

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just-a-floofy-catt · 7 months

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I WROTE THIS LITTLE DRABBLE AGES AGO AT LIKE 7AM IN A FEVERED DAZE 💀💀💀

Im not a writer, like, AT ALL, so this is probably pretty bad lmao

But i had the urge to still post it sooo here it is ✨️

(Its written about my self insert, Avery, but you can totally see it as yourself or your oc or whatever! ^^ )

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Avery is an insomniac.

Moon is easily frustrated and becomes very aggressive when people dont get adequate sleep when they're supposed to.

Can't imagine how that could go wrong💀

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Oh for fucks sake.

The lights were out, having suddenly plunged you into darkness.

You were just starting to get used to Sun over your past few shifts after finally meeting him, and now you were presumably going to have to face Moon unprepared.

With the stories people told about him and why to avoid him, you were immediately on edge, skin prickling with anticipation and senses feeling heightened and sensitive with your newfound lack of sight.

You cursed and fumbled for your flashlight, shaking slightly and almost dropping it with your anxious hands.

Despite not being able to see, or even hear, anything, you could feel his eyes baring into you pointedly, making you feel like prey being stalked. You would say it felt similar to the eerieness of being observed by Sun, but no. This felt much scarier - Darker, almost. Not just unsettling.

Your fingers press into the flashlights button desperately, other hand tightly fisted by your side, painted nails digging into the fabric of your glove.

The white cone of light immediately illuminates the area at your feet, and you quickly sweep it up to look fully at the area in front of you.

Nothing.

Just a dark, empty playplace.

No attendant to be seen.

You will yourself to look harder and scan each inch of space before you diligently, squinting into the void.

A light jingle of bells and a raspy snicker sound behind you all too late.

Before you can so much as turn around, cold metal and silicone hands slam you against the security desk, your wrists held behind you in a bruising, clawed grasp and the side of your face forced to press harshly against the surface of the desktop.

The solid body of what you could only assume to be Moon was bent over you, caging you in.

He relaxed rather quickly, almost releasing you as a gentle yet devious laugh left him. It seemed to reverberate through the whole of his casing, rumbling and edged.

"Someonessssss up past their bedtime~"

...

He leaned in closer to your ear, taking his hands fully off of you now.

"This isnt your shift. You need to sleep. Otherwise, thats breaking the rules for when im hereeeee"

His voice sounded dangerous, the low growl of it making you shiver.

You tried to gather some courage, and twisted your body fully to stand face to face with him.

"They needed me to fill in the nightshift here tonight."

You tried to keep your voice steady, watching him carefully as he took a few steps away from you, still keeping narrowed eye contact with those glaring red LEDs.

"Anyways... i dont think we've met before, Moon, since im pretty much always doing dayshifts here. Im-"

"I know veryyyy well who you are, little lamb. The sunny idiot has told me alllllll about you~"

His growling voice sounded lulling as he began to prowl before you, crouched like a

slinking predator in wait as he continued boring into you intently.

"...Including how you always seem tired during your shiftsss, and almost fall to sleep constantlyyyyy..."

You swallowed thickly.

You pressed your back to the solid security desk and followed his movements very cautiously.

"Well, regardless, im working as nightshift staff tonight. Which, if i know correctly, means you should not be trying to put me to bed. You know the nightshift staff have different sleep schedules."

That was indeed true, from what youd been told.

Moon was apparently stern with kids, but could be downright aggressive with adults, especially if they broke rules.

He knew the night staff were here to do their jobs. It didnt stop him from acting irritable towards them, but it still meant he didnt interfere with them unless they did something wrong.

Therefore,

He should not be trying to get you to go to sleep or whatever the fuck sort of bullshit he was trying to pull.

His low growl trilled its way into the empty air again,

"How cleverrr~"

He rumbled out a subtle sarcastic huff.

"But unlikeeee the regular night staff, you also worked here today. A little yellow birdie told me as much..."

He began to round over to your side. You followed him with the angle of your body, always facing him.

Having your back no longer at the desk made you feel much more exposed.

"So youve probably not slept at alllll, sweet little starrr. And i dont take too kindly to naughty boys who refuse to go to sleep when they should. Especially when it seems to be such a reoccurring misbehaviourrrr~"

You could feel your heart start to race as he crept steadily closer to you.

You backed away from him at the same pace. You felt if you tried to run away, youd merely be caught and dealt with, like falling victim to the prey drive of a predator.

"Um-M-my sleep schedule is of no concern to you. I need to do my damn job, Moon. S-stop trying to intimidate me!"

Your lips quivered relentlessly and your throat caught on every breath of air, making it hard to form the words properly.

He simply rasped out an eerie chuckle, a sound that bled into a much darker growl as he took yet another creeping step.

His eyes were still completely and utterly fixated on you.

"Im afraid i cant let this slideeeee, little lambbb~"

You heard the chilling tap of his claws on the edge of the desk as he continued to slink towards you, vaguely menacing.

"If you wont sleep on your own time like a f*c#i^nG adult, then i have no choiceeee but to put you down for a nap here like the naughty little boy youre actingggg likeeee"

You were starting to get frustrated with his bullshit and it mixed dangerously with your adrenaline and fear in your chest.

"FUCK OFF, MOON. YOURE BEING RIDICULOUS"

Your breath stilled suddenly as you realized what a dangerous game youd just accidentally played into.

Silence fell for a moment.

"My, my.... i think that requires a punishmenttttt for such a rude responseee~"

His voice was threateningly quiet.

...

"Now you better hope you can tire yourself out enough to fall to sleep like you shoulddddd so that i dont have to make it too harsh, little rulebreakerrrr~"

The word 'little' felt all too right as the giant animatronic loomed over you.

Agreeing to this had been the worst fucking mistake of your life.

A fear filled moment of shock held you in place for a hearbeat.

Then, when your feet finally shifted, you took off sharply towards the play structure.

A vicious snarling noise left his voice box, followed almost immediately by a borderline manic laugh.

--------- (ill write the chase scene eventually. Probably.)-----------

You knew he was directly behind you.

The blood rushed in your ears.

Tears gathered and burned in your eyes.

A shriek gathered in your chest

...

But was unable to rip out of it as a large, chilled hand curled tightly over the bottom half of your face.

"I winnnnnn~"

His voice distracted you briefly as you snapped your head towards the rasp, only for you to be dragged unceremoniously from the play structure and hoisted into his tight grasp.

You struggled, panicking for a moment, but it was futile in his mechanical hold.

As you settled, you realized it was oddly comfortable, much gentler than his harsh strangle-hold from earlier.

"You got caughtttt, you little S#i*. That means youre going to sleeppp. Right. Now."

He hissed it out, almost spitting put the first sentence with his still very clear annoyance.

You were still so confused.

What the fuck had just happened?

The adrenaline from being practically hunted down, by what was honestly a very intimidating and presumably dangerous robot, was quickly falling away due to your extreme exhaustion. You felt like you were going to pass out, between your sleeplessness and having just had a (possibly) near-death, exhausting experience.

Your head was too fuzzy to comprehend where he may be taking you.

Suddenly, you were whisked into the air, and high into the still-darkness

"WHAT THE FUCK"

You jolted and instinctively clung to Moon with an iron hold.

He merely grumbled out a sound of amusement as his feet touched something solid again and he continued walking, parting what you assumed was a curtain.

Being carried through the pitch-black by a possibly-killer animatronic that just stalked you like you were his next victim had your fried, tired nerves still on end. But what else could you do other than hold on and hope for the best? And you would be lying if you said you hadnt had atleast a little faith that he wasnt as bad as everyone told you.

The room you entered was lined with fairy lights, making it possible to finally see again.

Unfortunately, as you looked up, you saw that Moon looked no less imposing in better lighting.

You were subsequently set down far gentler than you wouldve expected onto a soft collection of pillows and plushies in the corner. He promptly tucked you in with a blanket. You merely remained frozen, still immensely confused and exhausted.

Moon muttered as he stepped back slightly from your resting place

"If you wouldveeee cooperated in the beginning like a goooooodddd boyyyy i wouldn't have had to chase you..."

"I need to make sure the children are well restedddd and sleeping when they shouldddd.... and this also happens to apply to the adult staff too."

He growled for emphasis on his serious point.

You still felt faintly as if he were going to jump you.

The switch to this calmer, gentler persona had felt pretty jarring when he caught you.

It was clear to see that he just took his job very seriously and got easily riled up, but that didnt change the fact that he had scared the shit out of you.

You chose your words carefully, still cautious.

"Im.. sorry... Moon. You scared the hell out of me"

You couldnt tell if you were actually sorry or not, but you thought it best to try and get on his good side.

He rumbled out a hum in respose.

"How elsseeee am i supposed to get people to follow the rulesssss?"

You blinked at him, not responding.

"If you just agreeeeddd to go to sleep from the very beginning and apologised, we wouldnt have had a problemmm~"

He said it with an air of unbothered nonchalance.

You looked at him almost incredulously.

You had your job to do!

You couldn't have just agreed and gone home to sleep!!

He was a whole new breed of stubborn to assume that doing that was okay just because *he* wanted you to.

"You chased me!"

You blurted out.

Curse your anxious oversharing that kept getting you in more trouble.

"Onlyyyyy because you took off instead of listeningggg and going to sleep."

You huffed.

You know you shouldnt have, incase he got provoked again, but you couldnt help it.

Atleast you hadnt spoken about any of the other points you ought to bring up.

He seemed unamused.

"Nowww go the f*U#k to sleep."

He spat out, growling once again.

You thought better than to challenge Moon again, and closed your eyes.

Your insomnia and lingering adrenaline fought you, but as you heard a gentle music box accompanied by a soothing hum, your exhaustion prevailed and allowed you to fall into sleep.

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uriekukistan · 2 months

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ok well now how do you evil boop. i must get revenge on my mutuals

u hold over the boop button on desktop until it does at least three spins

(pls dont revenge on me im being nice and telling u abt how to evil boop and also i only evil booped u affectionately. it was more of a devious boop than anything 🙏)

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cymothoid · 5 days

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just wanna say every time you reblog one of my posts (which I absolutely love 1000%) I am so tempted to ask what the forbidden knowledge of insurances that you have is. Also you are a lovely human being and I thank you for your ER service, that is one of the most stressful jobs and I do not envy the horrors you have faced in it. But I am thankful you and the rest of the hospital staff exist and are willing to go through that hell because it keeps people like me around to see more days than our bodies want us to. Have a cookie, enjoy your day as much as you can, and take care of yourself out there because you are a wonderfully amazing addition to this world. (also sorry about all the weird stuff I reblog <3 )

mostly it's coding. the scrawl of notes and reference materials taped on every available office surface plus 10+ desktop sticky notes plus a thick stack of paper made me somewhat akin to a mad sorceror, but instead of spells, i know such things as "solving magnacare's devious elector/preferred puzzle", "jesus christ what healthfirst is this, there's like 20", and "i dont give a fuck what the response says, i'm coding the BCBS as a PPO". the other forbidden knowledge (general) is the almighty power of the word "okay", and the fact that taking the top off a can of PDI purple wipes and taking a big huff will get any smell (even necrotic flesh! don't ask!) out of your nose instantly.

thankfully i have served my time and have recently retired to the verdant pastures of secretarial life, where i don't have to pull surprise doubles or experience evil smells or, y'know, the worse things. i go back now and then to keep myself humble, but i'm mostly out of it now. i know i was really the smallest cog in the machine of it, but i think there's almost a kind of valor in making sure people don't get bills, or helping them get connected to the financial aid office, or just getting someone with a migraine a towel to put over their eyes while they wait. it was for sure a hell job, but i think it's been worth helping people, even in such a smallish way.

thank you so much for your kind words! they really mean a lot ;0; ;;

(you're good lol!)

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docrotten · 6 months

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BLOOD FROM THE MUMMY’S TOMB (1971) – Episode 203 – Decades Of Horror 1970s

“She who is buried here shall henceforth have no name, shall cease to exist in the minds of man as she has ceased to exist in life.” Well, she has a name and she is remembered. Not much of a curse, ay? Join your faithful Grue Crew – Doc Rotten, Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, Jeff Mohr – as they take in the last, but not least, of the four Hammer mummy films, Blood from the Mummy’s Tomb (1971), sadly sans Peter Cushing or Christopher Lee.

Decades of Horror 1970s Episode 203 – Blood from the Mummy’s Tomb (1971)

Join the Crew on the Gruesome Magazine YouTube channel! Subscribe today! And click the alert to get notified of new content! https://youtube.com/gruesomemagazine

Decades of Horror 1970s is partnering with the WICKED HORROR TV CHANNEL (https://wickedhorrortv.com/) which now includes video episodes of the podcast and is available on Roku, AppleTV, Amazon FireTV, AndroidTV, and its online website across all OTT platforms, as well as mobile, tablet, and desktop.

An archaeological expedition brings back to London the coffin of an Egyptian queen known for her magical powers. Her spirit returns in the form of a young woman and strange things start to happen.

Director: Seth Holt, Michael Carreras (uncredited)

Writing Credits: Christopher Wicking (screenplay); Bram Stoker (from the novel by; The Jewel of Seven Stars, 1903)

Selected Cast:

Andrew Keir as Fuchs

Valerie Leon as Margaret / Tera

James Villiers as Corbeck

Hugh Burden as Dandridge

George Coulouris as Berigan

Mark Edwards as Tod Browning

Rosalie Crutchley as Helen Dickerson

Aubrey Morris as Doctor Putnum

David Markham as Doctor Burgess

Joan Young as Mrs. Caporal

James Cossins as Older Male Nurse

David Jackson as Young Male Nurse

Jonathan Burn as Saturnine Young Man

Graham James as Youth In Museum

Tamara Ustinov as Veronica

Penelope Holt as Nurse

Sunbronze Danny Boy as Tod’s Cat

Once again, it is time to revisit a Hammer Horror entry from their 1970s features. This time, the Grue-Crew follow dismembered hands and devious archeologists as they confront the resurrection of the evil Egyptian Queen with no name. By the way, her name is Tera. Shhhh… don’t tell. Andrew Kier does an admirable job stepping in for Peter Cushing (after only a day’s shooting) to lead the heroic defense alongside the beautiful Valerie Leon against the Blood from the Mummy’s Tomb (1971).

At the time of this writing, Blood from the Mummy’s Tomb is available to stream from Wicked Horror TV and various PPV sources. The film is available on physical media as a Blu-ray from Shout! Factory.

Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1970s is part of the Decades of Horror two-week rotation with The Classic Era and the 1980s. In two weeks, the next episode, chosen by Jeff, will be Killdozer (1974), based on the 1944 Theodore Sturgeon novella and starring Clint Walker, Carl Betz, Robert Urich, and Neville Brand. You asked for it! Really. You did.

We want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans: comment on the site or email the Decades of Horror 1970s podcast hosts at [email protected].

Check out this episode!

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notalexhorne · 1 year

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Well, I just almost ruined my husband's entire day without trying.

He's currently exiled to the sofa, because they've had a covid outbreak at work, and with the amount of medical appointments I have lately, I cannot afford to get sick right now. I just went out to the kitchen to make my morning drink, and managed to do that as silently as a mouse, even though I'd forgot to wash my cup out last night whilst home alone. He slept through that, so that's fine and dandy. We've done this enough times by now that I've got real good at sneaking into the kitchen without making a sound.

Then, the real trouble started. Because the sad, shameful reality of my desk setup is that my fucking Alexa has better sound quality than my actual computer speakers, and I hate it so much. Usually when I turn on my office via my fancy voice commands, it turns on my lights and the Alexa starts playing the most recent playlist I was listening to, and it's all very 21st century. But sometimes it doesn't quite work if the most recent device I'd been listening to Spotify on was my phone. Which it was last night. For some reason, no matter what I was listening to on my phone, turning on my office makes the Alexa start playing podcasts, and I have to reset everything. It's fucking weird and I don't understand it. Resetting it is easy though, and it's just a matter of quickly telling Alexa to pause, and then using the Desktop client to play the correct music, and then re-routing said music back through the Alexa.

The problem here, of course, is the fact that I really like smart devices like this, to the point that I sometimes feel like it kind of vexes @lemonbalmgirl when she's over because there are only two rooms in the house that aren't fully voice or phone controlled, and those are the kitchen and the bathroom (and honestly, I'm thinking real hard about putting some in the kitchen). But tough tits, I don't like getting up to flip twenty switches when it's time to go to bed.

How does this ruin my husband's day? Well, he's out on the sofa, already not having a great sleep because he's night shift, and the living room is not exactly soundproofed the way our bedroom is, and the neighbour is being evicted and is being spitefully loud about it. And last night, I could not sleep at all, so I put the sleep lofi playlist on my phone to help my brain shut up. So when I came back here today, Alexa got confused and thought I wanted to listen to Ed Gamble for some reason, so I had to reset Spotify. And for some reason, the device list on Spotify does not always stay in the same order. I've given all my devices clever names so I don't get them confused, but today that was not enough.

Usually, Devious Amazon Machine is at the very bottom. Today, it had swapped places with the Victrola Alexa, so called because it's another Echo Dot that is connected to my stereo cabinet out in the front room. Where my husband is asleep. And which was last used to play music at quite a considerable volume to drown out a loud argument from downstairs.

Guess which one I very nearly clicked on. Luckily, I missed it by about two pixels and clicked on dead space instead, and it's only then that I realised it would have been a catastrophic misclick.

Spotify pls. Don't rearrange my device list like this. I don't want to get divorced. D:

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hey finr! great to see you back from the depths of deletion. i was wondering if you knew of a way to have multiple sims 4 installs easily? i'm sure i can wrangle it a hard way, but i'd quite like the option to update as well as keep my current version hard set where it is, a bit like when you play minecraft modpacks on 1.7.10 as well as 1.16.5, you know? anyway felt you were the one to ask and if you dont know maybe some of your followers might :) thanks

So long as you have enough space for multiple main sims4 folders, you can have as many as you like.

For example, my installation folder for the sims4 is in Downloads. That's where I paste all the update patches etc. and that's where I take the shortcut to desktop to run the sims.

If I had, at the same time, another installation folder, either in Downloads or anywhere else, I could still take the TS4 exe for that specific folder/patch, and run it.

You just have to be careful because your Sims 4 folder in Documents will keep on overwriting unless you manually create different versions that you rename each time. To be more specific, whatever kind of TS4 exe you use, the game will still always look for and read 1 (one) The Sims 4 folder in Documents/Electronic Arts. It will autogenerate if you don't have it, and if you're using that folder for another patch, so long as it's the only one named that way, it will be used for any other TS4 exe you use, be it through Origins or whatever else.

What I do is create different The Sims 4 folders in Documents/Electronic Arts, and before I get into the game I choose which one I need at that moment. I have, for example: "The sims 4"; "The sims 4 - DD" (devious desires); "The sims 4 - origins" Whenever I want DD or Origins to run, I rename the first folder "The Sims 4 - main game" and change one of the other two to "The sims 4" so that it's the one pulled up in the game.

If you were to have more than one game based on patches, I would differentiate those The Sims 4 folders based on patch numbers.

I don't know if I've managed to explain myself properly. If you still have doubts, feel free to hmu in chat.

#sims 4

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... SOMETHING DEVIOUS IN ME MAKES ME WANNA RESKIN MY DESKTOP TUMBLR THEME BUT AT THE SAME TIME... ERM... my colores :(

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@redemptioninterlude sent in this from a deleted prompt:

send 💓 for a cheek kiss ( faye @ saeyoung )

Rarer than the visage of the half-crescent moon on a fog-filled night, a moment of clarity. Scant few erected walls as they have, each layer containing another--several opted not to try, met with defeat after the barest of effort. Fragments of their masks littered the marble halls, some finding odd bedfellows (a smile here, a devious glint there, a heart severed in two yet to find its match), others the crumble ‘neath the heel of a passerby. So many elements, so many combinations, so many selves that were them but weren’t them, so many mirrors affixed with the handle of a brush splintering it down the middle — like an artist restoring aged old masterpieces, it took one to know one.

The night was long, and his eyes were tired. She, one bottle sober, let her mumbles die off into drowsy murmurings, and weren’t it for the ghosts hourly haunts, he, too, would find his place beside her, his share of blankets forming a cozy tower atop her slumbering body. As it were, speaking of demons were to invite them into your home, invite them to a three course dinner, and claim his chest they did -- the pinprick of nails, the tearing that he had grown accustomed to, the ache beyond his temple all familiar feelings, all having made their home within him. Blissfully, Faye hadn’t been plagued by the same, at least momentarily.

“You know,” Saeyoung said to no one though there was someone, “When something splatters, you clean it up. A rotten tomato gets thrown away with the expired lettuce and clumped milk, and you buy the same thing next week. Everyone buys milk, but no one finishes it, everyone buys tomatoes, but they buy too many, and nobody likes lettuce. If a tomato bursts in your hands, it’s disgusting, and you wash your hands until the feeling goes away. But,” his laugh was without humor. “You sew it back together. Like a surgeon for fruits. Gah, but doctors make a lot of money, not surgeons who work on veggies and fruit... so, why?”

When he had gotten up, Saeyoung didn’t know; only that he knelt beside her, encased in a feeling he couldn’t project onto paper or code into software. She didn’t understand, couldn’t grasp the severity of his position, couldn’t pin a name to what he was — but even still, that thread hadn’t frayed.

As softly as the night fell, his lips pressed against the flush of her cheek, stayed there, counted down the seconds before departing. The night was long, and they were tired, and Saeyoung left her in the bluish hue of his desktop monitor, his weary head seeking the sanctuary of his couch.

How dangerous, he thought, as his eyes fell shut, to experience such a thing.

#redemptioninterlude #asks‚ 707.#Bet you thought I forgot about this! AHAH! I haven't... I just really wanted to give you a good reply. I hope this is the good reply!#I love them so dearly. They're so complicated; so sweet.#Thank you so much for sending this! <3

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nice theme 😎😎😎

if the devious new tumblr desktop layout is frightening you i have an extension to fix that

please send xx it’s all changed i’m a wee bit scared

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The Consort - Chapter 8 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Finn

For once being in Professor Adams' lecture proves to be more valuable than just ogling eye candy for fifty minutes.

Not only am I taking notes for Kelly and Fiona but also today's lecture deals with the only subject consuming my mind lately.

Vampires.

"...and so while our troops were slaughtered by the dozen, considerably far less vampires were killed during the war."

My hand shoots up and Leo pauses, his eyebrows pinching with both confusion and concern.

It's unlike me to ask a question in front of the class, let alone be interested enough in his lecture to ask a question in the first place.

"Mr. Weston, you have a question?" Professor Adam asks, taking a seat on the edge of his desk.

He casually crosses his arms over his chest.

Even though his face gives nothing away, the lustful look in his eyes tells a different story.

Seeing him sitting in the very spot where we last had sex has me temporarily dazed.

It was hotter than any of the others before it.

It was passionate.

Steamy.

Impossible to forget.

By the time he finished, the two of us were breathless and splayed across the stainless steel desktop.

He turned me around, his face streaked with sweat but his expression consumed with pleasure.

Then he did something that left me both speechless and breathless.

He kissed me, over and over again.

He kissed every inch of my face and lips.

It was overwhelming and felt intimate.

"Mr. Weston?" Leo says, a devious smirk spreading across his lips.

"Have we lost you?"

My surroundings come back into focus.

I can feel the eyes of my classmates staring at me with boredom and annoyance.

Heat suffocates my cheeks.

"No, s-sorry," I stutter, trying to gain my bearings.

What was he just talking about?

I drop my gaze to my notes, following my penmanship until I land on the last topic of conversation that piqued my curiosity.

How to kill a vampire.

"Right," I continue, this time keeping my gaze on my notes rather than on my pseudo professor with benefits.

"So you were saying earlier in the lecture that we didn't know, at the time of the war, how hard it was to kill a vampire. And I've read the chapters you assigned us but I couldn't find anywhere on how we killed them. I mean, they don't die like normal humans do."

There's a stillness in the air.

Normally when we discuss vampires in history class, the conversation is focused on the human side of things.

How humans have been mistreated for years.

How humans suffered for years until the Agreement was written and put into place.

How humans are still being oppressed.

"Interesting question," Leo says slowly.

His eyes flicker to me, ever watchful in gauging my reaction.

I've never wanted to know more about vampires.

There was never a reason to.

Now though, after spending a weekend in emotional purgatory, neither hearing from Kelly nor Brayden, I want to know all that I can.

Is the reason it's taking Kelly so long to return is because he was successful in killing his vampire but the act of killing her was a slow process?

Or was it fast and now he's on the run?

Is Brayden having a hard time catching him?

I tap my pen against the notepad, waiting with a quickening pulse for Leo to spill everything he knows.

The energy in the room is buzzing.

My question isn't illegal to answer but it's certainly not one that many people would think or want to ask.

I can feel the stares of my classmates, their brains spinning with the same questions that are probably tumbling through Leo's as well.

"It's not easy," Professor Adams finally answers.

"Many storybooks and other literature from generations before toy with the idea that vampires can be killed by driving a stake through their heart. Exposing them to sunlight. Burning them. Snapping their head off."

Murmurs of acknowledgement erupt throughout the room.

Leo glances over the lecture hall, realizing he now has the attention of all his students.

"None of those are true," he continues.

"The only way we know, to date, to kill a vampire is using their own forces against them.

Poisoning them."

The girl sitting two seats away from me sucks in a breath of disbelief and mouths the word to her best friend. Poison?

"But the only thing vampires drink is blood," I argue with a frown.

"Our types of food and drinks don't affect them one way or another."

Professor Adams stands from the desk and goes over to the whiteboard behind him.

He picks up the red marker and begins drawing a mock outline of a man.

Then he draws a heart and points to it, glancing at me over his shoulder.

"When a human is changed," he explains.

"Their blood evaporates. What's left instead is the venom of the vampire who changed them. That venom...."

Leo slides his marker along the various veins, then turns his marker around to show them all leading back to the heart.

"...eventually ends up here. The heart. This is where it morphs into its final state and becomes frozen. While a vampire's bite and venom isn't toxic to another vampire, the liquid that becomes their essential life source? That's the toxic part. Granted, they're immune to their own but drinking that crystalized liquid from another vampire is deadly."

The girl next to me bounces in her seat and raises her end.

Grudgingly, Professor Adams tears his gaze away from me to answer the next question.

I slump in my chair and suck my bottom lip into my mouth, tuning out the conversation to focus on the new facts.

If Kelly went to kill his vampire, he knew he was going to poison her.

He's not the type of guy to go into something without being prepared or without knowing all the facts.

That's where it gets tricky, though.

It was probably easy enough for him to find out about the real way to kill a vampire.

But the real question is, how did he get the poison?

As Leo just told us, the only place it's stored is in another vampire's heart.

There's no way Kelly's strong enough to hold a vampire down to extract that liquid.

He'd need a small army to do that.

I raise my hand again.

Leo's eyebrows crease with a deeper frown.

I'm not sure how much he knows about Kelly's plan or his recent disappearance.

After hearing Fiona's confession, I wouldn't be surprised if he knew both and was planning on keeping it from me.

Regardless, whatever he does know, he's onto the fact that I now know something too.

"Mr. Weston... you have another question?"

"I can imagine that during the war, it was almost impossible to get that liquid poison out of a vampire's heart. It must have taken the strength of a ton of people not only to catch one but then also to extract it."

Leo's jaw tightens.

Oh, yes. He definitely knows about Kelly.

If it was just the two of us together, he'd tell me to drop it.

Or perhaps he'd try to distract me to get my focus elsewhere.

Right now though, in front of an entire audience, he's fixed to his spot.

"It is very difficult, yes," Professor Adams confirms.

"But not impossible. Which brings me back to my statement on how such little vampire life was lost in comparison to humans. That's also why... "

"So how would you get it?" I interrupt.

"How would a human acquire vampire poison?"

Leo stares me down.

His lustful gaze is ever present but now there's a burning intensity in his gaze that wasn't there before.

He must think I am curious about this because I share his views.

He must think I want to join whatever this Revolution is.

The rest of the class's eyes are on him.

Again it's silent as we wait for him to answer.

"Without force, there's only one other way I know how to acquire it," Leo explains.

"And that's if a vampire gives it willingly..."

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1️⃣🏃‍♂️💣 for the asks?

1️⃣ What’s the first fandom you ever participated in online?

Like a lot of folks my age, it was Harry Potter. I'm a perfect fit into that very specific subset of younger millennials that's been nicknamed "The New Bratpack," referencing Miley, Selena, Justin, Nick, Ariana, Timothy, and a number of young male actors and artists whose popularity has spiked enough to give him press coverage, until he does something dumb and and just fades away, as a revival of "Original Bratpack" wide group-recognition Matt Dillon, Tom Cruise, Patrick Swayze, Ralph Maccio, Rob Lowe, and a many others who have made Hollywood shine for the past four or five decades.

All of that might be jumbled, but this, people who started attending school in the year 2000, after spending birth through 1999 raised without much encombus, at home, with a family. Schools had just introduced a new special activity, "Computer Lab," (during which a "technology educator" and a teacher would show the students the bells and whistles of Windows 1998, then keep everyone from putting misspelled profanity at the top of their word documents, because they hadn't learned to use the backspace key yet. Anxious children would cry out for help, and devious ones would pester their friends to ask if "the F-word" ended with a C or a K.)

My bio family got one of those white Gateway boxy things when I was 5-ish, and then when I was 12-ish they replaced it with a laptop and desktop, AND I was now allowed to have my own profile and (loosely monitored) internet access.

Very much true to that spot of a generation, the magic or still-releasing Harry Potter books and, and continuous release of "limited edition" paraphernalia was still a concrete part of, well, everyone I knew's lives. It made making school acquaintances easier. I can be very OCD about my most voracious task of interest of the moment, and memorizing trivia was a hobby of mine.

I'm not going to go back and count the years or do math, but I'm not THAT much younger than Emerson Spartz. By the time extended periods of free internet were allowed, I found MuggleNet, which had just barely spiffed up enough to be a Google recommendation, in addition to becoming navigable for a middle schooler who knew computer skills, up to and including, QWERTY and click-with-mouse.

Once I'd poked around enough to have read all the tabs and verbally debated the guesses for upcoming book subplots (I was way too afraid to leave a comment), I found their fanfiction collection, and I was immediately hooked. I thought it was fun, but there. was probably a glitch in the system. A search term would be run through all data of all text of all files, of all stories of the site. I have some buzzwords. They haven't changed much over the years.

At 12ish I was reading fanfic a few times a week. By age 16 I was hand-writing or making shitty (ha, windows 98, remember?) typed stories that I'd print out and just hide in my room. I just got onto AO3 a little bit before starting my blog, making me a full adult before I hit the "publish" key.

🏃‍♂️ What/s your longest running fandom you still have interest in?

I love Titain A.E., which is a very underrated 20th Century Fox animated film released in the summer of 2000. It's a StarWars-type adventure/mild thriller, definitely PG (kid friendly, but the plot's intricate and there's some canon-typical violence), it really hit the ball out of the park for me. Yes, I believe it is now a Disney pawn, since the mouse in whiteface is carrying on with throwing cash, and grinning at the knowledge of the outcome of the next slippery deal, but it's been long forgotten.

After a disappointing theater run, someone let dust gather on the cover of the original notebook. Characters voiced by Matt Damon and Drew Barrymore, pushed together by fate, must continue to survive in the midst of an inter-species war as they search for a hidden method to restore Earth, all whilst overcoming the obstacles of their post-apocalyptic cyberpunk environment and keeping an eye out for enemies, which may not be where they're expected...

Ok, that sells, right? And the soundtrack is amazing (even if it's a smidge dated, but that underscores the cyberpunk vibe nicely as well)--Lit's Over My Head is a big feature.

The three main characters in the film are all humans in an alien-dominated environment, and they come from drastically different backgrounds. There are three scenes dispersed along the plotline where each of the three characters are wounded/sedated/receiving medical treatment/engaging in field medicine... And with the three characters also having huge potential for the filling in of missing moments and little opportunities of added H/C, one can take things in a lot of different ways, and with a lot of freedom to create complementary backstory.

💣 Have you ever been a part of a fandom during what might be considered a major fandom event?

...No... Not, like, a con. Though I'd love to attend a comicon.

But I have done, oh, eight or so, midnight releases over the stretch of my teens. And a few book parties. Though those, at least in the geographical area in which I grew up, meant that maybe 20 or 30 people would walk aimlessly around Borders (remember when those stores existed???) whilst trying to wave at the news van with its high beams on before it backs out of the gridlock of the parking lot.

#Starbucks sunday #ask game #ask meme

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The winners of the Devious Desktops Warm Vibes Wallpaper Challenge have been selected! Check out the winning wallpapers and see all the entries! #DeviousDesktopsWarmVibes See winners: http://bit.ly/DeviousDesktopsW

#LG #LG Monitors #Warm Vibes #Summer #Summer Desktops #Summer Wallpapers #Summer Vibes #DeviousDesktops #Devious Desktops #deviantart #DigitalArt

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Sunset Rose, i made this for a deviant art contest

#art #sunset rose #digital art #made with Krita #deviant art #contest entry #devious desktops #flower power #snappykitty129

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THE FROZEN DEAD (1966) – Episode 167 – Decades of Horror: The Classic Era

“The brain has many functions as you know. One is storing millions of facts, associations, and habits in… I call it a memory bank with millions of tiny deposit boxes. … I have only been successful in opening one deposit box which holds one particular memory.” This theory sounds a lot more scientific when uttered with a German accent. Join this episode’s Grue-Crew – Chad Hunt, Daphne Monary-Ernsdorff, Doc Rotten, and Jeff Mohr – as they chill with Herbert J. Leder’s The Frozen Dead (1966).

Decades of Horror: The Classic Era Episode 167 – The Frozen Dead (1966)

Join the Crew on the Gruesome Magazine YouTube channel! Subscribe today! And click the alert to get notified of new content! https://youtube.com/gruesomemagazine

ANNOUNCEMENT Decades of Horror The Classic Era is partnering with THE CLASSIC SCI-FI MOVIE CHANNEL, THE CLASSIC HORROR MOVIE CHANNEL, and WICKED HORROR TV CHANNEL Which all now include video episodes of The Classic Era! Available on Roku, AppleTV, Amazon FireTV, AndroidTV, Online Website. Across All OTT platforms, as well as mobile, tablet, and desktop. https://classicscifichannel.com/; https://classichorrorchannel.com/; https://wickedhorrortv.com/

Dr. Norberg, a Nazi scientist, attempts to revive frozen Nazi soldiers at his English lab so that the Third Reich can rise again, 20 years after the end of World War II. His flawed, thawed Nazis lead Norberg to reduce his niece’s best friend to a living head as part of the Nazi plot.

Writer/Director/Producer: Herbert J. Leder

Production Design/Art Direction: Scott MacGregor

Selected Cast:

Dana Andrews as Dr. Norberg

Anna Palk as Jean Norberg

Philip Gilbert as Dr. Roberts

Kathleen Breck as Elsa Tenney

Karel Stepanek as Lubeck

Basil Henson as Tirpitz

Alan Tilvern as Essen

Ann Tirard as Mrs. Schmidt (as Anne Tirard)

Edward Fox as Prisoner No. 3

Oliver MacGreevy as Joseph

Tom Chatto as Inspector Witt

John Moore as Station Master

Charles Wade as Porter

This episode’s film has a talking, severed head with telepathic powers; a wall of arms ready to strangle anyone who comes near; a room of frozen Nazis waiting to be defrosted; and a mad-scientist hatching devious plots. What else do you want in your 1960s sci-fi/horror feature? With all this and more, The Frozen Dead (1966) is silly; it’s absurd; it features Dana Andrews hamming it up. Yet, it offers an entertainingly dumb 90 minutes of goofy no-good nonsense.

At the time of this writing, The Frozen Dead is available for streaming on YouTube.

Here are the other Classic Era episodes based on movies that include the involvement of Herbert J. Leder:

IT! (1967) – Episode 6 – Decades of Horror: The Classic Era

FIEND WITHOUT A FACE (1958) – Episode 166 – Decades of Horror: The Classic Era

Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror: The Classic Era records a new episode every two weeks. Up next in their very flexible schedule, as chosen by Daphne, is The Reptile (1966)! Yes, it’s Hammer time again. Although Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee are absent, Michael Ripper pitches in with help from some other Hammer regulars to make this a “memorable” experience.

Please let them know how they’re doing! They want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans: leave them a message or leave a comment on the Gruesome Magazine YouTube channel, the site, or email the Decades of Horror: The Classic Era podcast hosts at [email protected]

To each of you from each of them, “Thank you so much for watching and listening!”

Check out this episode!

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