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likeafantasy · 6 months
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31 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN 1980's edition — (08/31) ↳ The Slumber Party Massacre (1982)
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scarymovies101 · 2 years
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Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl O Rama (1988)
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moviemosaics · 6 months
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The Slumber Party Massacre
directed by Amy Holden Jones, 1982
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horrororman · 2 months
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Remembering Robin Stille
(November 24, 1961 - February 9, 1996).🕯
#action #scifi #sciencefiction #thriller #horror
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2ndaryprotocol · 1 year
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The campy horror comedy ‘Sorority Babes In The Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama’ (aka ‘The Imp’) opened in theaters this week 35 years ago. 🎳🧞‍♂️☠️
“𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗.”
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videomessiah · 1 year
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artkaninchenbau · 3 months
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Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)
It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.
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Bonus:
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daydreamerwonderkid · 2 months
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Somebody rescue Tim. He's seen too much.
You do NOT have permission to repost my art.
Meme reference under cut:
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violent138 · 25 days
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League members discussing meeting Robin at work:
"Compared to Bats, Robin was a total sweetheart. Ball of sunshine."
"Man, must've been a good day then, the kid I met was a real anklebiter. He pulled out a sword and everything."
"Anklebiter is harsh, the sweet boy I met barely said a word, he just kept asking about Themyscira and the lasso."
"He? I met a blonde girl."
"No, no, black haired boy with blue eyes. We're talking about Robin."
"Yeah same here, blue eyed and tanned."
"Pretty sure he had green eyes. And talked fancy. And kind of scolded me for time travelling."
"The child I met was paler than the moon."
"I'm telling you I met a girl, and she was Robin."
"Well... either we're all wrong or we're all right."
So they arrive at the conclusion that Bats has a shape-shifter for a kid.
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newttxt · 2 months
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“ain’t no one born into this world to be alone!”
happy birthday, robin!!! 🌸
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ochibrochi · 4 months
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🐣 ok we are so back………..
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batfamilycannons · 5 months
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A daily occurrence
Jason, English nerd, Todd: USE OXFORD COMMAS, CUNT!
Tim, I dropped out of high school I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, Drake: No.
Dick, I speak like 17 languages fluently and still refuse to follow or learn the grammar rules in this one, Grayson: a what?
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horrororman · 1 year
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Remembering Robin Stille
(November 24, 1961 - February 9, 1996).🕯
#action #scifi #sciencefiction #thriller #horror
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vivianthepigeon · 5 months
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Tim: “I need to tell you something”
Bruce: “What did you do??”
Tim: “when Alfred was doing our taxes he noticed a missing check”
Bruce: “what did you do???”
Tim: “Before I answer do you trust me enough to understand that it was for a good reason and just leave it at that?”
Bruce: “What. Did. You. Do.”
Tim: “it’s all Jason’s fault! He is a BAD person, I’ve been telling you for years!”
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Bruce to Jason: “WHAT DID YOU DO?”
Jason: “okay now before I answer that-“
Bruce: “just tell me whatcha did”
Jason: “I got a DUI”
Bruce: “Jason!”
Jason: “it’s not as bad as it sounds”
Bruce: “How is driving drunk not bad???”
Jason: “I wasn’t exactly driving”
Bruce: “I don’t follow.”
Jason: “I was at the bar with Damian and I had a few”
Bruce: “DAMIAN?!”
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Damian: “With God as my witness I’ve never been to that bar in my life.”
Jason: “He knows.”
Damian: “Oh I’ve been there a bunch”
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desos-records · 2 months
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suddenly struck with thoughts about the devastating concept of Jason Todd
because he was good. because he had a bleeding heart despite every reason not to. he loved school and was good at it. he was the first to be adopted, with little pretense of guardianship. he did everything he could to be a perfect Robin and live up to an impossible ideal. he only ever wanted Bruce and Dick to like him.
because he met Bruce in the same place and on the same day that Bruce's parents died--the single defining moment of Batman's existence. and he made Batman laugh. he hit the Dark Knight, Terror of Gotham, with a tire iron. he wasn't afraid of the man who turned fear into a weapon.
because he couldn't save his mother from herself, but he tried. because he was too good not to try and save the woman who gave him up. too good to play the Joker's game. the crowbar didn't kill him, the bomb did. he died knowing he wouldn't make it and tried anyway. he died a hero.
because other Robins have died, but none of them put an irrevocable tear in the mythos of Batman. because Jason Todd always dies, in every universe. he dies for the sins of his father. he was put to death by popular vote, sacrificed by the crowd. doomed by the narrative and doomed by the audience. the boy who only ever tried to prove he was good enough--wasn't good enough.
because he has every reason to be angry. because he didn't ask to be murdered, didn't ask to be brought back, and when he did everyone acted like he was better off dead. Bruce tried to kill him and nearly succeeded. he's blamed for his own death and blamed for his resurrection. he can never come home because the house is haunted by his own ghost.
because he's been the hero, the victim, and the villain. because his family and his writers and his universe don't know what to make of him. they don't know how to look his tragedy in the eye. and how can you?
it hurts to look at the hero who cannot be good enough, the victim who will only ever be angry, the villain who can sometimes be right. the audience hates to feel complicit and, in this exceptional case, they are.
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