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Various Vincent Price gifs from
The Hilarious House of Frightenstein (1971)
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Congratulations 🎉 500 followers is amazing!! Lots of people out there with good taste 😉
My prompt:
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Catherine
Backyard of the Austin farmhouse
Into the Mystic
okay gonna be honest here. i have no idea what happened here. like, i really adore what i wrote, but i have NO EARTHLY IDEA where it came from or if it's even at all close to what you were aiming for. lots of catherine/arthur feels ahead and like, a little magical realism? i guess? anyway here's wonderwall...
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10:05pm, texas farmhouse
It’s odd, really, that an ocean and half a continent away from their shared home, that Arthur’s spirit feels so strong here. Here, in Henry and Alex’s backyard, deep in the heart of Texas.
The boys—they’re still boys, no matter that they’re closer to forty than thirty—are inside, cleaning dishes, rinsing out bottles. Catherine can see them through the window above the sink, laughing and chatting easily before Alex flicks water in her son’s face. The affronted look on Henry’s face sends her right down memory lane, a slideshow of the dozens of times she and Arthur did the same thing playing in her mind.
It took a while, a shove from Bea, and a lot of therapy, but the memories no longer hurt her, no longer make her feel like her soul is being ripped away every time she thinks about her husband. Now, after everything, she can let the memories pass through like a draft through windchimes; she might get knocked around, but what sweet melodies they make.
A cool breeze makes Catherine pull the quilt Alex draped over her earlier closer around her shoulders and she looks out over the dark backyard. The only light is from the stars, the crescent moon, the dying embers, and the occasional lightning bug. Catherine inhales deeply, breathing in the smell of the earth, of burning wood, of the lingering scent of the beer that Alex knocked off the picnic table earlier. The sound of crickets chirping is accompanied by grass rustling in the breeze and the quiet pops of the fire. It’s peaceful here, in this place where there’s more sky than anything else—a sky big enough for dreams and memories alike.
Arthur would have loved it here. He would have been first in line to learn how to work the grill from Alex. He would have laughed easily at their son’s carefree antics. He would have been their biggest supporter in buying this place. Catherine knows that their siblings were confused, Alex’s parents were a little more understanding, but Arthur— Arthur would have seen the house for what it is: a sanctuary, a place to recharge, a place where they can truly be themselves, stripped of the pressures of both royalty and politics.
She knows that they chose Texas for Alex, but the feel of the place has more than a little to do with Henry; Catherine finds echoes of the cottage in Wales around every corner. The farmhouse is a monument to the love they have for each other and to their families. The house is so full of affection and care that one could almost taste them, almost trip over them on the way to the kettle. 
Another breeze sweeps through the yard and Catherine shivers, but not from the chill this time. She can feel something—someone—here with her now. She gets a whiff of Arthur’s cologne, a faint trace of pine and leather that always made her feel safe. She holds her breath, and she can faintly hear Arthur’s laugh, bright and full, over the sound of her heartbeat. Impossibly, she feels the weight of an arm across her shoulders, tucking her close into the faded imprint of a warm chest.
The back door opens and the boys’ chatter spills out along with the kitchen light. Their presence breaks the spell the night was weaving around her, but between more jokes and reminiscing, between dessert and a cup of decaf, Catherine feels ghostly fingers slip between her own, and hold tight.
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gracehoneymoon · 10 months
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All hail the breakfast queen 👑❄️
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tooquirkytolose · 1 year
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There's so many ppl talking online about the 07/08 writers strike and how so many shows they loved went completely bonkers downhill and thats valid but tbh all I remember about that time was how crazy bananas the late night with Conan shows got but in a good way. Spinning his wedding ring on camera to a timer, climbing up the rafters above his audience during the show, giving an audience member a hundred dollars in singles so he could buy vending machine snacks for the audience, turning his desk into a go-kart...
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archmagerykarr · 8 months
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I'm not even gonna bother writing anything else with all that crap that's going on there.
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protectionsquad24601 · 5 months
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Fauchelevent: omg the mayor is Dead 😭😭
Jean Valjean from inside the grave: what's up bro I was just napping
Fauchelevent: a miracle 😮
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aphrogeneias · 2 months
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once a year i watch the 2004 athens olympics opening ceremony and i cry from beginning to end
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wntrnghts · 7 months
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currently rewatching i-land with my best friend. did taki’s elimination always hurt this bad????
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notacaravan · 2 years
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Thomas taking the letter out of his pocket and putting it down, watching it disappear, only for it to reappear back in his pocket is the most accurate representation of what its like to post on tumblr that ive ever seen
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gaytedlasso · 1 year
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Okay I just powered out a charcoal drawing of Harvey after he punched the mutant gang guy in like 40 minutes what just happened
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ganondorf · 11 days
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miku in cotnd still feels unreal to me
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violent138 · 1 month
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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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inkybinkyboink · 6 months
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am i dizzy or just on cold meds
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jaythelay · 7 months
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Ay I dunno if YT is cool to ya'll like it is me with the recommendations, but if you're seeing smaller videos appear, please god, just leave a nice comment.
If ya wanna use what I use, just add at the end of your comment: "Thanks for your work, I look forward to more!"
and vary it up every other while.
It makes it so you can basically say anything, literally almost anything, but the creator will actually feel something opposed to the crushing lonely numbness of a comment like this
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currentlyonstandbi · 8 months
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i dont care what kind of lore they're coming up with for that zepotha film or whatever the fuck over on tiktok, nothing will ever come close to the fact goncharov was spawned entirely from a label on a boot
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mobius-m-mobius · 7 months
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Lokius in Loki 2x01 - "Ouroboros"
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