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bittwitchy · 6 months
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Emily Browning, being beautiful
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mediagifs · 2 years
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AMERICAN HORROR STORIES (2021)
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thatspookyagent · 2 years
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AHS Milkmaids was about to get a solid 8/10 from me right up until Thomas' homophobic scene. Like bitch got stabbed and he's too worried about the lesbians. Girl don't fucking worry about the lesbians, they're not the ones bleeding out all over the damn barn floor right now. So how about get help and cure the town WITH the lesbians!!! 😐
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every time Gabourey Sidibe pops up in American Horror Stories, I know it's gonna be good. I love her so much
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Little Myrtle!!
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can-of-pringles · 2 years
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That new episode of AHStories was actually really good. Also connection to AHS Coven?!
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thcangriestboy-a · 2 years
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@fistofhnsw - Marc & David - but who is who? 
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lavandula-field · 2 years
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The Witches are back!
The way I screamed when I saw baby Myrtle
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emmanelson · 7 months
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#i watched for the plot #wait nvm what plot?
MATT CZUCHRY as DEX HARDING in AMERICAN HORROR STORY: DELICATE PART ONE "Multiply Thy Pain" (2023)
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fear-is-truth · 3 months
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𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧
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whitefluffyyeti · 7 months
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American horror story "Rockabye"
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bittwitchy · 6 months
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Emily Browning.
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likeafantasy · 7 months
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brutal-planet · 2 years
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American Horror Stories — Necro
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catoslvt · 8 months
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Tate Langdon x Reader
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extremely short.
Unsupportive dad, so there's some angst.
Tw, smoking, family arguments.
As tate and I sit on my bed, we share the cigarette between ourselves as some random show on my TV plays, it's well past midnight and tate was due home hours ago but we always end up getting caught up in laughing fits.
That's what I love about being with tate. He brings out a side of me that nobody has in years, not even Violet.
"We need to shut up." I say through laughs as I press my fingers to his lips, only making us laugh more, but when I hear my dad coming upstairs I quickly put the cigarette out on my jumper and whisper to tate to hide under my bed, which he does, and I begin to spray my perfume to hide the reek of cigarette smoke only meer seconds before my dad barges in.
"Where is he?" My dad booms as he practically takes the door off of its hinges.
"Who?" I ask with a small laugh, motioning to my extremely empty room.
"I heard you both laughing y/n! I'm not stupid. Where is tate!?" He yells, and I just blink at him a few times.
"Dad, I don't know what you're talking about, Tate isn't here, I was laughing at the TV show. There's a laughing track on it. You must've just heard that." I argue and he shakes his head.
"I do not want you seeing tate ever! If I find out you're talking at school no matter what the situation is, I will move you y/n, he's dangerous. He will hurt you." My dad states, and I just stare at him with pure hurt.
"You can't do that. You can't just be mean about tate just because we're in a happy relationship whilst you and mom are inching closer and closer to a divorce each day!" I yell, and he walks closer to my bed pointing a stern finger in my direction.
"Do not talk to me like that! I am your father, and you'll do as I say. I hate that boy, y/n! And if I catch you with him or even have a suspicion that you two are together in any way, shape, or form, I'll storm over to his moms' house and tell her to keep her freak son away from my perfect daughter!" He screams before he walks out, slamming my door behind him, and I feel his footsteps boom down the stairs before I hear his office door slam shut. He doesn't approve of our relationship, but yet he has to sleep in his office?
"Tate, you can come out now." I whisper, and as tate climbs onto my bed, his face is now red from tears and he's sniffing slightly.
"Your dad hates me that much?" He asks as I grab his face and stare at him.
"Tate, no, it's not your fault. He thinks all of his patients are bad." I tell him as I gently stroke his face and he stares at me and shakes his head.
"He thinks I'm going to hurt you y/n, I'd never do anything to hurt you or anyone you love, you do know that, don't you?" He asks, his tears spilling more and more, and I wipe each and every one away with my fingers.
"My dad's just a prick tate. You already know this, and I know you'll never hurt me." I tell him, pressing a small kiss to the tip of your nose.
"I love you so much, y/n, you changed me." Tate promises, and I kiss him on the lips over and over until we're both laughing and smiling again, tates tears now nowhere to be seen.
"I love you too tate." I say.
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feefymo · 2 months
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What about a liiiittle spoiler from my JPM fic? Nothing too rousing but please: let's try to imagine him exclaiming: "PALE TURQUOISE!" in that bizarre way of his.
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- Mr. March? Mr. March, wait! - a small nervous looking man chased James until he caught up with him but James didn't stop walking along one of the corridors on the first floor of the Cortez. - Forgive me Mr. Shaffer, I am saddened but, as you see, I have an unbreakable commitment. - the owner of the hotel began by pronouncing his words. He sped up his march in long, elegant strides that distanced him from any troubles. For his part, the little man in question was responsible for managing some projects relating to the building and, although he was intimidated by the figure of the other, he tried to insist: - But Mr. March, I need-... -
- I have to think! - James interrupted him with a theatrical gesture of his hand, as if to chase away an insistent fly. - I'm not convinced about the color of the pool lining. - he murmured with a caricatured thoughtful expression: although he seemed to be addressing someone, he was talking to himself, appearing and disappearing among the cones of light emanating from the walls. - Cerulean or Egyptian Blue? Cyan or Powder Blue? - captured by that Hamlet-like doubt, James stroked his mustache and continued in his vicious circle. Mr. Shaffer stopped, dabbed his forehead with a handkerchief and took a breath but the hotelier burst out: - PALE TURQUOISE! ... Perhaps. - and then he disappeared, swallowed up by the dark secrets of Cortez. One, in particular, who fed his blood with trepidation.
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