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goryhorroor · 1 year
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black christmas (1974)
“No, no, no! Don't do that, Jess... Jess, the caller is in the house. The calls are coming from the house!”
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dykealloy · 4 months
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the catholic rejection of it all
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dustbunsinspace · 4 months
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Part of 🟢 Leo gets Overwhelmed au🟢
Aah, I’m so happy I made it in in time! 💙✨ Merry Christmas, tumblr nation! Here’s a little comic about 03 Usagi and Leo going so see the Rockefeller tree after the events of the Christmas Aliens episode.
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Little post about events earlier that night
Also this is literally how maskless Leo looks to me, he’s so moomincore ;
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itspileofgoodthings · 2 years
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Good morning what are the movies or tv shows that traumatized you as a kid mine are the BBC production of A Christmas Carol and a handful of David Suchet Poirot episodes
#my dad always thought if something was well done it was appropriate for children#so we never watched the silly little kid version of things. The muppet Christmas Carol? My dad would N E V E R#anyway a Christmas Carol ruined Christmas for me for YEARS#i hated to think about it#and poirot was just. traumatizing#there’s one called murder on the links which involved a golf course at night which is one of the most terrifying locations I can imagine#also there’s one called death in the clouds#and poirot uncovers the murder because there are two spoons on the dead lady’s tray of airplane food#and the way he says ‘he picks up a spoon giving him the task of a waiter to carry out’#when explaining the murder at the end to this DAY sends chills up my spine#I know this is very obvious but the thing about fear is that it isn’t about logic or reason but it is about revelation#it’s like the flip side of moments of good and happy insight#at least for me#what terrifies me is a moment where some kind of evil is revealed in a blinding FLASH#a motive or (I guess) a ghost#and there is this presence of some malevolent entity underneath the reality of things#and something about it being SEEN almost more than it existing#is so scary. Like I.#Poirot uncovering the murder and describing it with such studied fascinated careful attention#pulling back the layers of a blind of one kind or another#shakes me to. my. CORE.#and it’s all so visual and instinctive. it’s one tiny little moment that doesn’t fit suddenly pulling back the curtain of reality#with such terrifying abruptness#makes me want to sit down and cry like a baby#the knowledge of evil doesn’t scare me. as in it doesn’t elicit an emotional/physical reaction of fear#but seeing it in embodied action. again. where it’s some tiny ordinary little detail suddenly ripping reality as you know it to shreds#the surprise of it. the recalibration it demands#I !!!!!!!!! Get so afraid
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why-the-heck-not · 4 months
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christmas things
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mipexch · 1 year
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forgot to post this but here’s the devil & his malewife
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skitskatdacat63 · 5 months
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Pictures that fuel the 007 vettonso au that exists in my head(for now)
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Also go listen to "You Know My Name", and think of Vettonso while doing so because I think it is SOOOOOO them coded(but also f1 in general tbh.) And also if you've seen Casino Royale, hey, remember that chair scene? >:)
#anwyays some thoughts on the au:#thinking that seb is Bond of course and Nando is a former 00 agent whos gone rogue 🤭#(<- so basically like Raoul Silva lol)#(also my god basically im weirdly obsessed w the daniel craig bond movies(mostly casino royale) +#(+ bcs my brother and i watched all of them in two days last Christmas so theyre just forever embedded in my consciousness ig)#(SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME YKNOW)#tbf the only reason this au is just in my head is bcs it would require me to draw them more masc handsme#bcs bond is not a twink(😔) and im not good at drawing men like that so UGH#mayne one day itll make its way into art. would you guys be satisifed w chibis? 🥺#i wanna recreate one of those iconic movie poster poses or smth but yeah not my forte ig#but if i was drawinf LESBIAN james bond id be on it instantly(one day. one day...)#<- speaking of that. fucking hilarious how i can only draw fem men and masc women. duality!!!#but gaahhhh yeah this au is sponsored by eternal casino royale brainrot#just imagining vettonso playing cat and mouse is so !!!!!#also side note. all these pics are from various fia galas. waahhhh wouldnt that be an interesting setting for a bond film#i bet bond would like f1 🤭🤭 fast cars!!#also bond au btw literally originally just comes from the fact that they both race for Aston...its just so fitting#the fact that seb actually named his amr21 after a bond girl!!#well dw bcs Fernando in this can be both his bond villain and his bond girl. dualityq#fernando is an mi6 agent(0014) who seb looks up to but he defects and turns evil bcs seb gets promoted above him#as grace said when i told her this: seb would be a great Bond with his cockiness and jokes and confidence etc etc#sebastian vettel#fernando alonso#vettonso#catie.rambling.txt
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lyxchen · 4 months
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David Tennant with a child is one of the most beloved things <3
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feliciamontagues · 3 months
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Was anyone going to tell me that there was a Sister Boniface Christmas special last year, or was I just supposed to happen upon that information while trying to find out when S3 comes out?
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captainsavre · 4 months
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mizgnomer · 1 year
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Behind the Scenes of Partners in Crime - Part 11
From a Radio Times interview with David Tennant and Catherine Tate (5-11 April 2008)
Radio Times: Does Donna change throughout the series?
Catherine Tate: She has a fantastic story arc. Donna feels she hasn’t done anything with her life, and suddenly she’s having incredible adventures - and she’s not unmoved by them. She was, at the beginning, but you couldn’t have had a series of someone going, “Get away from me! Shut up!”
David Tennant: You see a huge range. There’s a lot of funny, quite banter-y stuff and a lot of surprisingly emotional stuff.
Catherine: They really rounded Donna out from being a shouting fishwife to someone who’s quite vulnerable and emotional.
Radio Times: Does she provide greater potential for comedy?
David: Since they’re more like equals, the one-liners are more shared out. I used to get all the best lines! I think Russell’s really enjoyed writing that different dynamic, and it’s certainly great fun to play.
Link to [ part one ] of the Partners in Crime Behind-the-scenes posts, or click the #whoBtsPartners tag, or the full episode list [ here ]
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cherrysfeelings · 4 months
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Merry Christmas guys I hope that you're far away from your toxic relatives and don't get unconfortable questions, have a nice Christmas.
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jorvikzelda · 1 year
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I started reading Lord of the Rings (bought Fellowship of the Ring like… last spring but never got around to starting) and I’d just like to say. Holy fuck what a slow book. You mean to tell me I’m over a hundred pages in and this man is only just leaving the Shire? Sign me up for MORE I love this shit. Tolkien said “I will take exactly as much time as I want to describe things and you will like it”. AND I DO
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steelycunt · 1 year
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thinking about little baby r. shame he never got to go to a normal primary school he would've done bits as a little shepherd in the christmas nativity with a tea towel on his head.
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eightyones · 3 months
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transcribing oscar interviews is what the c1 English exams listening were trying to prepare me for
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i-am-become-a-name · 5 months
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Prompt - December 4th. Good King Wenceslas.
The wind was howling a lament through the trees above them, but the small hollow they’d tucked themselves into was dry, even if Ace’s hands still ached from the cold. Camping, the Doctor had said. Bloody well camping. Well this was nothing like skiving off with her friends back home, campfires, charring sausages over the fire, being stupid with no adults around to be boring and sensible. 
“C’mon, Professor, can’t we go back yet?” 
“No,” he informed her sternly, and pointed the end of his brolly at the pitiful pile of sticks she had scrounged up, “fire, please. My nose is starting to get a chill.” 
“Yeah, well maybe you can use that to keep the wind off,” she sniped back, and rubbed the sticks together again. Pointlessly. Her hand strayed towards the inner pocket of the jacket, but a pointed cough sent it back down. That would’ve made one hell of a bonfire, she thought mulishly, even if it would’ve blown their shelter sky high. Best place for it, and they could head back to the TARDIS where there was- was there heating? There were blankets anyway, and a kettle for tea.
Something white landed on the sticks in front of her. Then another, and snow was coming thick and fast, and any hope of lighting a fire with these stupid sticks was over. 
“Professor,” she groused, drawing it out, and he relented, propping the brolly behind her and releasing the catch to protect them from the weather. 
“Go on then,” he said, nodding at her pocket, and cast his eyes to the overhanging log that protected them in lieu of the sky as she triumphantly pulled out a lighter and scraps of paper. Old receipts, notes they’d left for each other at various points, handy little firestarters. She screwed them up, tucking them under the sticks, but the Doctor’s hand was lightening fast, snatching a piece back from the brink of destruction to smooth out and tuck back into her pocket. Nope. Mysterious nonsense, she was Not Going to Ask. Survival skills, meet disposable Bic lighter. Hah! At least her hands were warm now, and the brolly was protecting them from the worst of the bitter wind.
“What was the plan next?” and the Doctor screwed up his face. “Campfire songs?” she suggested, grinning. “Stop me if you know this one.” She opened her mouth as if to sing, but was immediately silenced by- pastry? She bit down, and yeah, a croissant. Huh, with chocolate. 
In her distraction, the Doctor had conjured up a cake tray. Tiered and all, like they were having a posh afternoon tea in the middle of the woods in a snowstorm. He hadn’t even brought a bag! Bloody Time Lords. She crossed her eyes, and picked a piece of lint off the end of her croissant. That explained something, she guessed, and her eyes went blurry as she focused back on the Doctor, who was pulling out a teapot so comically out of size compared to his jacket pocket, spout already steaming. 
“An’ yoo ma’muse icks?” she complained through the pastry, ignoring the chiding look at her lack of manners. 
“I won’t always be around to play Prometheus for you, Ace,” and there was a brief old sadness to his voice, before he started patting his pockets, making tutting noises, before he pulled his hat off, and pulled two teacups out of the crown, wiping them out with the end of his scarf. 
He poured hers first, leaning around the side of her cheerily blazing fire to pass it over, and she supposed she could manage without milk or sugar. So long as he passed over one of the muffins off the stand too, and her hopeful eyes bore fruit as he sighed, passing it over balanced on top of his hat. 
There were no sausages, no being silly with her old mates, but when she stretched her legs out to press her boots against the side of the Doctor’s trousers, he didn’t shift away, and it wasn’t too long till dawn when they could get back to the TARDIS. Her jacket clinked reassuringly when she moved, and she hoped she’d be allowed to break camp. Camp would go flying, she promised, as a stray snowflake caught the back of her neck.
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