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walshedits · 4 months
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thebramblewood · 3 months
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Helena seeks out new ways to satisfy her insatiable cravings for blood (none of which are very successful).
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Chapter 3: Sustenance Methods and Sources
Helena, thinking: Ugh! No way that's going to cut it.
Hmm... [to Banjo] C'mere, boy.
Banjo: [whimpering]
Julia: Banjo! Where are you? I'm ready for my morning kisses!
Helena: [muttering under breath] Oh my god. What the fuck is wrong with me?
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Darling: Yooooo! Helena! Long time no see.
Helena: [awkwardly] Oh, uh, hey, Darling.
Darling: Interesting assortment of items you've got there. What's with all the meat? Aren't you a vegetarian?
Helena: [nervous chuckle] It's for my parents. They've been away on vacation and I wanted to give them a warm welcome home: burgers for Dad and a clean house for Mom.
Darling: Helena, wait up! I can't believe you didn't tell me you were back in town. We've got so much catching up to do!
Helena: Well, I was hoping not to be back for too long, but you know how the job market is these days...
Darling: Yeah, it's been a real rude awakening after relying on my basketball scholarship so long. But I just landed a sweet bartending gig. I can totally score you free drinks!
Helena: Cool. But I'd better get going now.
Darling: What's the rush?
Helena: Sorry. I just can't trust my sister not to burn the place down if I leave her unattended.
Darling: Well, call me if you ever want to hang. I'm assuming you haven't lost my number!
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Helena, thinking: I can't believe it's come to this.
[immediately gags] NOPE! NOPE! NOPE!
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puppyeared · 6 days
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vincent voice claim!! hes auggie and anton's son ^_^
VA: Catbug from Bravest Warriors, voiced by Sam Lavagnino
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damian-navarro-art · 21 days
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SLADE: A Deathstroke Fancomic #3
Part III (end)
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And here it is guys… the last part, this project really meant a lot to me in my life and i really hope one day to be able to tell more stories like these of the Wilson Family, if someone would pay me right now i would be doing Rose’s story in a heartbeat which I have already written, but in any case, thank you for reading these stories and i know they are not the Batfamily but there is really so much potential and interesting stories about Slade with his sons, with his wife, his good old days, his mercenary missions, slices of life in the criminal world, the deep violent action missions… i.. it’s just so much… that i really wish i could tell or help someone to tell them someday. Thank you.
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maxispremades · 1 month
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[расшифровка под катом]
Радж: Дарлинг? Какими судьбами? Дарлинг: Я подумала и решила извиниться за то, что сбежала из бара. Со стороны это выглядело отвратительно... Радж: Окей, проехали... Зайдешь в гости? Радж: Это Корица. Правда, она чудо? Дарлинг: У меня аллергия на шерсть. Радж: Как же я рад, что ты не держишь на меня зла! Я несколько дней не мог нормально есть — всё думал о том, что же я сделал не так!.. Дарлинг: А по тебе и не скажешь... Всё норм, правда. Просто я не люблю шумные места. «Планета Медок» — исключение, ведь там я бываю с... а, неважно! Радж: Э-эм... Может быть, посмотрим фильм? Как тебе «Зловещие Симы»? Это классика винтажного хоррора! Дарлинг: Звучит неплохо! Дарлинг: Ну и нудятина!.. Ты обещал мне ужасы, а не сопливую мелодраму! Радж: Перхоть — пепел кипящего разума... Дарлинг: Ахахахах, умора!.. Гита (мысленно): Воркуйте, воркуйте, голубки! Гита: Добрый вечер, юная леди! Дарлинг: Добрый вечер, старая леди! Голос Гиты из глубины квартиры: Чтобы я еще хоть раз позволила этой нахалке шагнуть на порог нашего дома!
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kent-farm · 11 months
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—Superman and Lois, "Collision Course"
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notforemmetophobes · 29 days
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All in the Family (TV Series) S2/E1 'The Saga of Cousin Oscar' (1971) - M. Emmet Walsh
I wouldn't mind some alone time with Walsh and Carroll O'Connor.
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personinthepalace · 3 months
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Bradley Walsh with the cast of The Play That Goes Wrong in Keep It In the Family (2015) -> for @forensicated - Happy Birthday!
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simulation-machine · 5 months
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Following up on a promise to Ed to vet Parker's parents. Akira was there for a bit before disappearing, but Darling was home! Stormy and Darling really got along.
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mrssalvatore-1st · 1 year
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walshedits · 2 months
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final-girl96 · 6 months
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Broken World: Chapter Three
Atlanta 2010
I sat at my desk filling out the paperwork for the arrest we just made on Troy Kinney, a man who killed three women in the span of a month. He wasn't smart about it either. Left evidence all over the crime scenes. He wasn't hard to find either. "Stone!" I turned my head to see the Lieutenant walking towards my desk. I stood up as he approached. "Lieutenant."
"I need you to go to 345 Chestnut Street. There is a man who killed his wife and apparently ate part of her too before trying to attack the neighbor. Take Peterson with you." I gave him a confused look, not sure I heard him right. "I'm sorry, did you say he ate part of her?" I asked. He nodded his head with a sigh. "Yeah. Neighbor said he heard the wife screaming for help while out on a walk, tried to help only to be attacked himself, bitten actually, before getting away and locking himself in the house, checked the man's wife for a pulse but found none and called 911."
"There seems to be a lot of reports of people attacking others and biting them," I said. "Yeah, I don't know if it's some new drug or what, but we gotta get it off the streets, whatever it is." I nodded and pushed my chair in. "Peterson, you're with me!" I called out. Peterson was new, transferred from New York PD, and he's supposedly one of the best they had. I'll be the judge of that, I guess. He came over to me, a smile on his stupid, handsomely face.
I grabbed my stuff off my desk and started walking for the door. We headed out of the other department and headed for the garage where the cars were parked. "So, am I driving, or are you?" I walked up to my car and opened the driver's side door. "You it is," Peterson said and got in. "Do I get to know what we're heading into?" He asked.
"Man killed his wife; are part of her before attacking the neighbor." I looked over at him to see his green eyes staring at me in shock. "Ate part of her?" I nodded my head, "yeah, and bit the neighbor." I started the car and pulled out of the parking garage, onto the busy city streets, and towards the highway. "There's been a lot of that; people attacking people, biting them."
I hummed as a reply, looking up at the light, waiting for it to turn green. "We never had anything like this in New York. Well, I mean we had some fucked up shit, but eating someone…yeah, nope. At least not while I was there." I took a deep breath and started driving again. I was not used to having a partner; I work better alone. So, have you lived in Atlanta your whole life?"
"No." I mumbled, pulling onto the highway. "Where are you from?" He asked. "A small town hours from here," I said. I hate small talk, and he keeps asking questions. "Why'd you move to the city?" I shrugged, "because I wanted out. Nobody ever gets out of a small town like mine. Stop asking questions." He mumbled a sorry, and the rest of the ride was silent. When we pulled up to the house, there were already police and ambulance and the coroner outside the house.
The crime scene wasn't like anything I've seen before. The poor woman was ripped apart, a gaping hole where her stomach should have been, and her throat was ripped out as well. Peterson ran out as soon as he saw the scene, I could hear him gagging and heaving outside. The floor under the woman was covered in dried blood. I walked outside and up to the man who had found her.
He sat in the back of an ambulance, getting the bite mark his neighbor had given him cleaned by one of the medics. I asked him to tell me exactly what happened and if he saw which way the suspect went. He told me exactly what I was told at the office and that he wasn't sure where the husband went.
After we got back to the precinct, I started writing up the report and going over everything. The chatter of other detectives and officers grew louder and louder until someone yelled to shut everyone up. The tv was on the news, as it always was. A news report, a thin woman with long blonde hair, bright green eyes, stood in the street with a scene going on behind her.
Police cars, officers, medics, and ambulances blocked off the street behind her. A man lay on the ground, blood pooled under his body while another man slowly stumbled to his feet. Blood covered his hands all the way up his forearms and covered his face. Officers shouted at him to stand down, their guns pointed at him. The news reporter repaid the events that unfolded behind her. When the man didn't get on his knees with his hand behind his head and just kept coming, an officer fired his gun, hitting him in the shoulder.
That didn't stop the man, though. It only jerked him back a couple of steps before he kept stumbling towards the line of officers. Another shout for him to stop and get on the ground came before a gunshot rang out, and another and another. No matter how many times they shot at him, he didn't stop coming until one bullet found itself flying through the man's forehead and out the back of his skull. Only then did the man stop, dropping to the ground.
Screams from the patrons standing around watching the scene screamed and shouted. Until the second man, who was believed to be dead, rose to his feet slowly, shuffling his feet towards a woman standing too close and biting into her throat. Her shrill scream pierced the air while two men tried to pull the attacker away from her. Medics rushed towards her to help.
Then things took a turn for the worst when another man came stumbling out of the alley, attacking the cameraman. The tv screen went blank before the faces of the new reports in the studio filled the screen. Nobody said a thing, too shocked at what happened, and the audio that was still coming through from the field report. Screams filled the studio while someone tried to cut it off. "What the fuck is happening?" I whispered. The department was in complete and total shock and silence. We were in for a hell of a ride.
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made some silly goofy matt walsh blackout poetry
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[ID: blackout poetry of a tweet by Matt Walsh. his twitter name has been changed to Wash and his handle has been changed to wash log. the text has been altered to say "be aggressively anti-family. there are no decades. abort nation. there is no good. always be destructive and poisonous." end ID.]
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damian-navarro-art · 21 days
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SLADE: A Deathstroke Fancomic #3
Part II
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And here’s the second part! I hope none or this is being too confusing, the idea for this story was to be jumping and alternate between the night of the incident that would change Joey’s life forever, and a moment we have never seen before in a comic, the first time after the incident when both finally see each other again ,with now Joe living with his mom Adeline and Slade keeping Grant after the divorce. Adeline is looking for Slade desperately but Joe manages to meet Slade thanks to Isherwood who is a close friend of the family but who is still working for Slade, Joe wants to show Slade his powers for the first time instead of what it was inferred to be their first reunion on Judas Contract . I hope you are enjoying the story, please feel free to tell me anything you want! :)
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maxispremades · 1 month
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У Раджа неожиданно возникло желание встретиться с Дарлинг Уолш и я решил понаблюдать за тем, что из этого выйдет!
Последний раз Радж виделся с Дарлинг давным-давно и запомнил ее нескладной, угрюмой пацанкой со взглядом исподлобья. Так что парень изо всех сил старался не показать своего удивления, когда возле караоке-бара «Уотерсайд Уорбл» его встретила стройная, изящная девушка с нежными чертами лица и пышной копной волос.
Поколебавшись с минуту, Радж заказал на барной стойке два стаканчика сладкой газировки — всё-таки Дарлинг еще совсем недавно была подростком! — и попытался завести непринужденный разговор со спутницей. Это был полный провал — всего через несколько минут Дарлинг допила свою газировку и совершенно наглым образом сбежала, даже не попрощавшись с Раджем!
Остаток вечера Радж провел в одиночестве, опрокидывая один стакан дешевого напитка за другим. Ближе к наступлению ночи парень вернулся домой и принялся жаловаться матери на свою жизнь и неблагодарных девушек. Выслушав стенания своего горемыки-сына, Гита крепко обняла Раджа и горячо уверила в том, что он заслуживает всего самого лучшего!
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blueshistorysims · 18 days
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Miss Balass in her London flat, 1923, 23 years old
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Eleora Balass is the sole daughter of Salim and Miriam Balass and a member of the Baghdadi Jewish Balass family, often nicknamed the "Rothchilds of the East" due to their vast wealth and influence. Her great-grandfather moved their family from Baghdad to Bombay to escape the persecution of Ottoman rule, taking control of the cotton trade in India, and her father later moved their family seat to London in the 1880s. Eleora is a portrait painter and was the first woman of Jewish and Middle-Eastern descent to attend the prestigious Royal Academy of Arts. Taking advantage of her family status, Eleora uses her connections for her political beliefs, being a staunch believer in women's rights, religious rights, and anti-imperialism. However, she can be more often found at a libertine party or her flat than in Parliament. Her bisexuality is more or less an open secret, though her parents pretend they are not aware of their daughter's proclivities.
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