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sea-jello · 1 year

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BMCBLR ANNOUNCEMENT AGAIN !!READ THE POST THIS IS IMPORTANT!!

remember the last day for the auditions sign up form is april 30th!! you can resubmit it if you change your mind on the character youre auditioning for, but please specify it is a resubmission. i will not be taking any more responses on may 1st. actual auditions wont open immediately, it will be in a couple weeks

however we will be starting in other departments soon! so if youre not in it yet please please PLEASE join the discord server. this is the final call. if youre not in it by may 1st im assuming youre not participating. (edit i was an idiot back then i think i was trying to scare you into joining thats my bad. join whenever you want) and if you have to be on do not disturb check your pings every once in a while i dont want to chase you down every time we need to get something done. if i cant reach you youre not doing it and ill find someone else. if you wont be able to respond/do something due to time and life and whatnot please just tell me!! i dont want to be waiting on you for a response. checking my phone every 10 minutes makes me look addicted you know

ive seen some people say they want a major role or nothing, or theyre willing to get discord only if they get a major role so ofc this doesnt apply to you guys. ill tidy the server up when i have time/when we start so tomorrow or the day after, but yeah excuse the all-over-the-place-ness

speaking of final call i dont want to go through every form searching for your @ to tag you every other day so please go follow @bmcblr-remake or turn notifs on or something cause there will be announcements and audition forms and stuff on there but rn its completely empty lmao. i will be sending the important stuff to the discord server so you dont HAVE to follow it but yk

this will also probably be the final time i post about official bmcblr stuff on here so if you followed me just for that go follow @bmcblr-remake get outta here

im literally tagging every single person who wants to participate regardless cause were gonna get this shit GOING

@gay-stranger-things @mynameismicah-getitright @itsjustjo78 @homo-phoneic @happistar @bbopit @thesquirrelqueer @neotheater-kid @antisocial-headphones-kid @radrat-with-a-tophat @astrellanyx @alveolion @dragonairice @kaslynspeaks @a-family-of-rats @feathertail11 @fic-recs-wanted-broadway-needed @mr-sh0wtime @spiirals @olliefeelsthings @preposterous-proposal @alsbullshit @lokibuni @ponfarrtimeatthevulcannightclub @pumakittycat @merf-txt @quiznak-ofgrayskull @keycr0w @jeremy-does-stuff @greenes-artdump @swagcoolcat @eryan-lainfa @thetheatergremlin @iheartspongebob @99dentay

apparently it wont let me tag 70+ people so the rest get to be in a rb LMAO

#bmcblr remake #LAST ONE NOW #if you followed me for bmcblr SHOO i will be posting my own silly little stuff on here #aughhh i really hope half the people dont flake cause i really dont know how we'll get things done with 40 people #really should not have started this at the end of the school year the start will be a bit slow going at first im just warning you now #hopefully it will be better during the summer #isnt the big bang also in the summer yeesh yall got a lot to do huh #bmc #be more chill #bmc musical #be more chill musical

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mrbottomhat69 · 2 years

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Specific and niche theories I have about the Are You Afraid of the Dark? reboot #1: Trauma theory

(Edited to fully explain Curse of the Shadows and Ghost Island instead of leaving the ideas half-realized)

Okay, so

Each season is a metaphor for or thematically connected to some kind of common trauma or something kids within the age demographic could relate to.

Let me explain.

After watching Carnival of Doom a few times, I interpreted it as a story about abuse and unearthing traumatic memories. Rachel assumed that her nightmares/night terrors were just really hyperspecific, even to the point of mentioning it in her own story almost offhandedly, until it actually came back to haunt her and she had what I could only describe as a precursor to a panic attack at the end of episode 1/beginning of episode 2. In episode 2, while the other midnight society members are generally threatened with their fears that one in each pair had said out loud in the carnival's perimeters, Rachel is almost fucking drowned in the tunnel of love halfway through talking about her emotions with a guy she trusts. Between her and Gavin, neither had mentioned their fears of anything similar during the episode unless Rachel's fear isn't as obvious. Mr. Tophat spends the entire story trying to isolate Rachel as much as possible from people she could easily trust, taking her first friend in a new town, her (probably) first love interest, the only adult that bothered to actively investigate everything, and all of her remaining friends in the climax of the last episode. The only reason she managed to win in the end was because she had friends that stood by her in her lowest moments. There's much more to this that I didn't write, but some of it relies on Freudian analysis of the scorpions and I don't know if that constitutes as valid evidence. It's also been a while since I watched all three episodes in succession.

I interpreted the theme/motif of Curse of the Shadows to be depression, but not obviously. Rather the effects it has on other people. Shadowman is literally a creature born of loss and deep sadness corrupted into a shadow that will kidnap children that enter his domain to fill the void of loss. In the first two episodes, Luke actively blames himself for Connor's disappearance in a way that's similar to how some people blame themselves for the effects of a friend or loved one's depression (taking from personal experience). The second half of the plot hinges on Connor becoming a literal shadow of himself, void of interest in anything other than making sure the rest of the midnight society suffer the effects of the curse (exemplified when Gabby proves Connor isn't who he says he is when he agrees to watch a zombie movie with the others, a genre that the real Connor isn't fond of). During episode 5, a majority of those who end up getting snatched by the shadows end up accepting their fate that they probably wouldn't make it out of there completely unscathed. It's their determination to break the curse that keeps their misery from trapping them. Their solution is to literally go back in time to keep the grief and sadness that caused the shadowman's existence from happening, leading to a literally better and brighter future. It was the midnight society's determination to help each other at their lowest points that lead to a better ending.

Ghost Island actually takes a lot from Curse of the Shadows, but seems to be more about grief and the grieving process. The plot hinges on the connection between Kayla and her dead twin sister Bella. Grief is also a prevalent plot point, whether it's the midnight society members and their feelings about Bella, Max grieving the loss of finding out he's no longer technically alive, Lucia's grief over her dead love kicking off the curse in the first place, or Bella having a conversation with Kayla in the mirror realm about grief and moving on before the climactic end of the series. Even the main villain of this season, Jonas Cutter himself, briefly feels regretful of betraying Lucia before shoving that feeling aside as he shoves Lucia back into room 13's bathroom mirror. The final scene also makes a poignant point, with all of the ghosts gathering around the midnight society's campfire as they tell their first story since Bella's passing and truly continuing both her and the group's legacy.

The point is I could easily make a video essay full of quotes specifically about how prevalent and important I find this theory, since we live in a world where it's becoming more mainstream for children within the show's age demographic to explore their own issues and traumas and talk about them.

Or this is just a fringe theory. I'm not really here to argue about its validity.

#ayaotd #are you afraid of the dark #abuse mention #I spent too much time thinking this out #but when I had the initial realization it hit me like a train #specific and niche theories

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clouds-oc-corner · 1 year

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oc facts I just thought of (trevor & Sylvia edition):

they were really into mlp (trevor more than sylvia but shush they both liked it. trevor got them to make ponysonas. sylvia made hers an alicorn who is super duper special and stuff while trevor made his Just Some Guy and they were friends)

I think whenever they played pretend a common theme was uncoverung a conspiracy or smth or being vigilantes on the run. they'd both get Really into it, doing various voices and stuff. they were epic tales of betrayal and trust and friendship.

Sylvia definitely knows how to lockpick. not sure how well but she can (she snuck out to meet trevor and stuff and ya know breaking and entering. maybe trevor held open a window or smth but hm this is kinda unrelated huh?)

and just!!!! trevor trex hands!!!!! and he flaps his hands when he's excited!! closed fist probably!! he can never be still always has to be doing something <33 sylvia cards her fingerd through her hair whenevr it's loose... rotating a pen in her hand...

also just thinking of them reuniting <333 and tge fact it's been like years since they saw each other and they've both changed a lot but they're still besties!!!!! they missed each other!!!!!!!! them!!!!!!

also just!!!! trevor always describing his story ideas to sylvia and her giving joking sufgestions which make trevor crack up and he sonetimes refrences in said work

sylvia uses emojis definitely. probably has a kinda dry style of texting? takes everything seriously (cannot tell if it is a joke or not and it's better to be saff than sorry) or hm. Trevor worries about it (is this a joke???? is this serious?????? help how do I respond i want to be funny but I'm not and what if they're serious aaaaaaa-)

trevor definitely has a plush fox. idk what he'd name it tho... mr Tophat... mr criminal? mr. mystery...

JIGSAW PUZZLES. it's one of their bonding activities. sylvia loves it. sylvia likes ones that don't have sny picture at sll but those are for her only. she and trevor do jigsaw puzzles eith pictures together (and tend to rope in the rest of the group at some point hdhchdjjfd)

#talking about them #Sylvia's world #sylvia #trevor #them <3 #theyre're on my mind and i love them so much <33333 #lul guys <333

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zubebuz · 1 year

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Prompt: Flash Fiction (750-1500 words) of a 19th Century Tophat-Donning English Socialite whose scientific experiments have brought him to what would be expected of Mars in that century

*partially inspired by Voyage Dans La Lune !!

**not fully complete/edited, ~1500 words

Montgomery’s breath puffed out before him in the hazy fog, which could almost be considered a form of precipitation. It reached a weak dribble at best. He huffed in irritation and straightened his top-hat, climbing the steps to an ornate front door. This meeting would certainly be tiresome at best, torture at worst. He suspected the latter, with the host being Mr. Hughes. The bastard. Truthfully, Montgomery had never met the man, but his legislation continued to baffle him with its insensibility. Unluckily for Montogomery, maintenance of social appearances was incumbent, thus making this commune mandatory.

The man wasn’t defenseless in the matter, though. Aside from his humanitarian and political endeavors, he was predisposed towards the sciences. He had been working on revolutionary technology allowing the feat of instantaneous travel. A small device in his pocket would, theoretically, transport him back to his abode at a whim. With this method of escape assured to him, Montgomery at last impelled himself to turn the doorknob.

As he passed through the golden-trimmed threshold (the door had been left unlocked, what an imbecile-), Montgomery huffed again. Of course Mr. Hughes would be one to leave his house dirty. Red dirt layered over the entire property, and there were larger mounds where furniture must have been covered. Mr Hughes must also have been addicted to his cigar, for the ceiling was imperceivable through clouds of smoke mixed with the aforementioned, irritating red dust.

Montgomery reached for his monocle as an attempt at better viewing this home, if it could be considered that. He immediately noticed some sort of writhing creature on the red mound nearest to him. Its sleek coat shined eerily in the warm ambience, and Montgomery shuddered. Mr. Hughes allowed his mutt on the furniture? The state of things was on an exponential decline. Montgomery had half a mind to march out of the house this instant - yes, indeed, that was an extremely sensible option.

As Montgomery turned back to the door, he huffed again. It had vanished! As Montgomery considered this unexpected change of circumstance, he pondered the possibility that he might not be in Mr. Hughes’s home after all…

Nonsense! Montgomery was well studied in the field of physics, and it certainly was not correct that, upon the entrance of a location, one should come into another entirely! Reassured by his own surpassing intellect, Montgomery went to shoo the mutt off of the red mound. It ran away, and Montgomery trekked onward in this hellish landscape.

Curiously, he could see the mutt coming back at him only a moment later. It slobbered and made crude noises, quite like a gargling animal slowly drowning. To Montgomery’s dull horror, more of its kind followed behind in a mammoth herd of the beasts. They were awfully fast. Montgomery began to sweat, unsure of if he should move. Surely, Mr. Hughes would be here soon to remedy this situation.

Alas, Mr. Hughes did not appear from nothing, and Montgomery was trampled by the slithering creatures and their gurgling cries. They squirmed under him, and he was lifted above the ground. Montgomery huffed, getting an even wider view of this strange terrain. Large craters marked its surface, and all was dry and dusty. Soon, the creatures had transported Montgomery to some underground cave. He was deposited before what might have been a twisted sort of throne, if a throne was low to the ground and made from crumbling rocks. On this seat was another one of the creatures, this one a bright orange in contrast to the dark-grayish others.

Montgomery huffed at the situation once more.

"Stranger! State your name!" croaked the creature on the throne. Montgomery startled, not expecting any comprehensible words to come from any of this land's inhabitants.

"My name is Montgomery Brimmerburg, and I demand to know the cause of all of this nonsense. First Mr. Hughes is absent from this most important meeting, in this dreadful house, then his mutts abduct me and take me to you! In fact, I should be asking, who are you?"

The creature narrowed its eyes. Or, more accurately, since it didn't have anything that could truthfully be defined as eyes, its face squished together in a sort of rage. "You are in the presence of King Kirigan of the Xylkwi tribe, here on Kalaseema, or as you might know it, Mars."

Montgomery huffed in triumph. His suspicions had been founded, and this strange land never was Mr. Hughes's house! This predicament could assuredly be attributed to the dastardly teleporter, and… oh, was it not so obvious! The feat of instantaneous travel had been done by the device designed to allow the feat of instantaneous travel, and this abrupt trip to an exoteric planet rather than his own home had been the fault of the overly ornate door! Indeed, Montgomery remembered his notes on the plausible defects of his invention, and elemental gold was on that list. Mr. Hughes’s actions haunted him even in the man’s absence.

Kirigan peered down at Montgomery from his throne. "So, Montgomery, as you claim to be known, what is your purpose here on Kalaseema?"

Montgomery sighed. "In all truth, I did not intend to arrive here in this mysterious land. Yet, my scientific inventions have malfunctioned and somehow instantly transported me here, when I intended to enter into another place entirely."

Kirigan nodded sagely. "There must be many people who eagerly await your return, I am sorry to keep you away from your loved ones."

Montgomery hesitated. "I fear that you are not... entirely correct. My scientific works in progress certainly beg for more development and mourn my departure, but I do not believe any other human would care so much as to miss my presence.”

Kirigan frowned. Or, again, not having much of a mouth, squished his face downward. "Montgomery, I feel for you. I know what it is not to have ones who care... to be abandoned by all that you know..."

"No, no, no!" Montgomery spluttered. "You have entirely misunderstood me, sir. I am perfectly content in my solitude. The burden of others is... simply too much for a man such as myself."

"You misunderstand yourself," Kirigan said, "if you think it is right for one to live on his lonesome."

"I suppose that that is just the way of my society... I am largely regarded as a socially active man, but that status always necessitates a muted sort of hatred for those you must ally with. Even my wife… she despises me, and in all honesty for good reason, as I am truly unpassionate about our relationship. Of course, marriage is what proper society calls for, so we must both hold on to it. It is a constant struggle for high status. Not a happy one. In fact, I had, at first sight of your curious species, planned to capture one of you and take you home, in order to show my own power and intelligence back home!"

Unfortunately, it seemed as if Kirigan’s guards did not take Montgomery’s joke so kindly. He sympathized with the fact that it might seem quite an unamusing of attempt at humor, especially when heard by the subject of the jest, but Montgomery certainly did not expect a violent response - the guards whipped out what might have been some primitive gun, made of rugged red rock, and the weapons whined in preparation for firing a shot.

Thankfully, Kirigan held up a hand that made the other aliens pause. "I propose," Kirigan began slowly, "that it may do you some good to stay with us. Our Xylkwi tribe highly values connection and brotherly love. I am sure that with time, you will learn these ways, and understand that something is essentially wrong with your society’s way of connection.”

Montgomery immediately wanted to argue - how could this alien know anything about his society? This was the very world he grew up in, painstakingly climbed the ranks of, imagined a prestigious future in! Yet he could not deny the wisdom in Kirigan’s assertion. Perhaps… Perhaps Montgomery’s life might just be better with a little joy in it. He began to imagine a world in which he didn’t live with someone who he shared mutual hatred with, in which he didn’t have to withstand torturous meetings with people like Mr. Hughes.

“I find your offer compelling,” Montgomery said, “and your words hold much truth. I concede that my society may not be quite the happiest place. I will stay on your planet, and live peacefully, for however long you will have me. But know that, if I feel threatened, or like you might be the brutes I thought of you at first…” Montgomery whipped the teleporter out of his pocket. “I have an instantaneous way back home.”

Kirigan’s face relaxed, and he nodded in what was probable to mean amiable agreement. “It is settled, then! Here, let Morichu show you to an available settlement.”

One of the guards, seemingly Morichu, slithered forward and nodded, then turned its head towards Montgomery. He followed them out of the cavern, and for once found himself without the urge to huff in aggravation.

#writing #fiction #science fiction #comedy #my writing

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after-witch · 3 months

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RIP to the lil music video edit of Mr. Tophat that is creator took down from Youtube, but this clip of him being a Lying McLiar who also kisses a carnival patron will suffice as a replacement.

#it's all part of the show #or so he says #I have been rewatching the season 1 of the revival Are You Afraid of the Dark series while working on Bright Lights oh yes I have #Youtube

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not-your-pussikat · 2 years

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Happy New Year, fuckers! 🍾

I hope that it's going to be a fantastic one for you all—one filled with love, laughter, kindness, health, and happiness!

To kick off the new year, here are some of my favorite blogs that you might want to have a look at:

@sweetestdreamsofyou -> Smart, sexy, sassy, and sometimes silly blog run by a lady who is all of these things and so much more herself. Follow her for delicious fun, delicious nudity, and delicious food for thought on what it means to be a human being. 18+

@wisconsinwarlock -> Actual RL rocket scientist. Would like to tell us about his work but would probably have to kill us if he did. Avid Mass Effect fan. Your source for everything geeky, nerdy, sciency, gamey, and generally awesome.

@normanthatisall -> Probably the most carefully and lovingly curated Norman Reedus blog on the internet. If you're into The Reedus, this is where it's at. There's hardly a Norman pic or video on the internet that this lady hasn't found, and she loves sharing the love.

@marsmad -> Mrs. Leto. Or at least she should be. Provides the best and newest pics of the man, the icon, the legend, the one and only Gucci King, Jared Leto. Loves having a good chat about how there's simply no fault to be found in him, and how he is the prettiest person to ever grace this earth (she's right). This blog is a must for every Leto fan.

@kittypatch -> Crazy Cat Lady Supreme. Takes care of 20+ ferals and appreciates every single one of them for their individuality and quirks. Incredibly kind heart who provides an absolute cat heaven to her charges. Follow her for cat shenanigans if you are a fan of felines!

@sodalitefully -> Lives, breathes, and dreams everything Slash (and Guns N' Roses). Will always know where to find the best interviews, live videos, and pictures of the man with the iconic tophat and loves to share them. Also writes Slash-centric Guns N’ Roses fanfic. 18+

@licensetochill42 -> Mister Meme. Witty, sarcastic, always on point, incredibly funny. Obsessed with tacos (and possibly boobs). Also the Prime Minister of the Grand Duchy of Nopantsistan, and a Knight of the Oxford Comma. Should have his face on a dozen postal stamps for being awesome and kinky (he's working on it). 18+

@pwh3 -> NYC native and photographer with a keen eye for light and shadow, colors, cityscapes, and the poetry in ordinary things. If you love New York, this is the blog for you! Also writes fantastic articles about living in NYC, and is very generous in sharing his knowledge of photography and editing photos, all of which you can find on his website.

@duffmckagans -> The Rocket Queen. Well, not the actual rocket queen, as she wasn't born then, but damn well should be. Writes Guns 'N Roses fanfics on an epic scale. Her writing quality is something a Stephenie Meyer or an E. L. James can only dream of achieving one day, and she's only getting started. 18+

@aquaristlifeforme -> Marine biologist/psychologist and lover of anything that lives underwater. Her posts provide a wonderful look into the work-life of an aquarist. Is as adorable and friendly as the critters in her aquarium's touch tank.

I hope y’all find someone new to follow in this Tumblrverse of ours, if not here on this list, then somewhere else. Let’s keep making this our home away from home, friends!

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gentlejack · 3 years

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Welcome to the second edition of i rate anne lister according to hotness in all of her scenes! PART I: here

Episode 2: “I Just Went There To Study Anatomy”

In The Process Of Making Wealthy Little Miss Walker Her Wife Anne: 10/10. This is a TRULY SUPERB Anne. This is peak dapperness. It’s one of her most polished looques -- the ear curls are gleaming, the eyebrow hair is tamed, the cravat is neat, the charm is on, she is so handsome that any woman would consider herself lucky to listen to her anecdotes about dissecting babies.

The Same Anne But She Has Taken Off Her Coat: 11/10 because Anne removing one of her 8687 layers of clothing is always sexy; extra bonus for the homoerotic tension and the close-ups of eyes and lips in this scene.

Dear Diary, All Miss Walker Needs To Do Now Is To Realise That What She Feels For Me Is Love Anne: 11/10. This is a fast-walking, self-satisfied, peacock-y Anne who moves so energetically that it is impossible to grab an unblurred screenshot of her. I am extra in love with this Anne because her boasting gets interrupted by a Bothersome Man and we see her morph from charming lesbian Anne into gruff business lesbian Anne. Hot.

Pondering One Of Many Coal Negotiations Anne: Ohohohhh definitely 14/10. The sleeves. The striped waistcoat. The ever so slightly dishevelled cravat. The intense gaze, the hand at her lips, the mermaid throne, this Anne has everything and can have all my coal and whatever other resources she demands of me. Wink wonk.

Doctor Anne Looking At Traumatised Farmboy: 8/10. This scene has a child in it and thus we aren’t meant to thirst for Anne quite as much, which I dislike. This Anne gets love from me for her very dark eyes and the fact that she talks about sword-fighting and discloses angsty insights into her psyche; though again, the dead brother and agony over being a lesbian who frequently gets mistaken for a man deflects a little bit from this Anne’s thirst-worthiness. Still a very beautiful and sweet Anne!

A Chaumière Is Not A Shed Anne: 12/10 I LOVE THIS ANNE. One of the most iconic Annes we ever did see! She is sassy and in charge, she bosses her family around, she does whatever she likes to her estate, she is snobby, she fingers her wine glass, she is conceited and snooty and looks EXACTLY like the kind of lady who runs the oldest house in Halifax, which dates back to Henry the Fifth and Agincourt and is not, and never has been, a farm, Marian.

Tempting Miss Walker To Go To Switzerland Anne: 11/10 A beautiful and hilarious Anne! An Anne who gets so jealous that she breaks a knife with her bare lesbian hands. An Anne who has her jealous lesbian wounds patched up by Miss Walker and her lily-white handkerchief, which is inherently sexy as fuck. Her cravat is silver, her collar is adequately ruffle-y, she is falling in love without quite realising it. A gorgeous, intense Anne. Would definitely go to Switzerland with her any day.

Wondering If Miss Walker Has Ever Kissed Anyone Anne: 15/10 because this scene has lip-stroking. And staring at lips. And longing. And ridiculous talk about sexual practices. This Anne is so focused in her courting of little Miss Walker and tbh who wouldn’t have a gay awakening under these circumstances??

Just Went To Paris To Study Anatomy Anne: 100000/10. I mean. I. I mean, I just, I mean, I, this, I just mean that this is. Yes. I. Hm. Apart from the obvious ........... the muscular arm. The loose hair that falls across her very naked back. The fact that she still has her drawers on because she is an untouchable stone butch. The glint of sunlight. Everything about this Anne and this scene is perfection.

Smirky Tophat Anne Who’s Having A Public Monologue On Her Own Greatness: 10/10 I LOVE to see a confident, happy Anne who wears a tophat and is fully aware of her own sexiness. Yes. Love love love. I want to wife this Anne.

Eating Pieces Of Fruit In A Homosexual Manner Whilst Eyeing Up Mrs Priestley Anne: 12/10 I think we can all agree that the unnecessary way in which Anne spreads open slices of figs with her fingers and then buries her face in them for some delighted slurping is entirely hot and entirely stupid. And then she licks her thumb. And sucks on it. I appreciate this Anne but also kind of hate her.

About To Smash Her Room Because Vere Invited Her To Her Wedding Anne: 9/10. This Anne gets a lower rating just because my heart hurts when I watch this scene. Kudos to this angry, vulnerable, emotional Anne for realising she’s now Too Old to smash up her entire room because a lady is giving her trouble, though.

Confronting A Shitty Man At His Shitty Bank Anne: 10/10 This is a very Anne-y Anne. The hard stare, the tightly set jaw, the raised chin, the squared shoulders; this Anne embodies everything sexy about confronting shitty men in public and I just, oof. Also, look at her beautiful floral collar.

Laughing At A Shitty Man Anne: 16/10 This Anne has just returned back inside from doing manual labour in the garden (a scene I currently have no access to, fuck you HBO), and thus her cravat is undone, wisps of hair are flying everywhere, there are speckles of dirt in her face, she’s woman-spreading in her chair, you can see a sliver of her chest, and she’s wearing the biggest, most-shit eating Grin Of Self-Satisfaction in the world, and I love her, she is clearly the superior person in the room and also in the world. I want to sit on this Anne’s lap. Right now.

Saying Farewell To Ann Walker Whilst Admiring Her Watercolours Anne: 11/10 Ooohhh such a soft and lovely and sweet and romantic Anne. This is the first time she seeks emotional support from Ann, and you can see her melting ever so fondly as she falls further and further in love with her future wife. The gondola pin, the yearning, the closeness, the almost-kiss, it’s just too much. This Anne is so tender, but then she turns the room into a mosh pit as soon as A Possible Rival enters the scene. Shouldering Catherine out of the way? Sexy. Very.

Laughing At Yet Another Man Anne: 12/10 Listen I don’t know how many alpha Annes in a row I can stand, but this one is just hot, snarky, sarcastic, and so very prim and proper in her chair. Also, the sleeves. Goddess bless this Anne.

Wearing A Giant Hat That Makes Every Church-Goer Behind Her Erupt Into Spontaneous Hatred Anne: 20/10 This Anne is, despite her enormous monstrosity of a hat, just a wee tearful baby and I want to wrap her into the softest hug!! She is hot because this outfit is so positively ludicrous and only Suranne Jones could carry it off with so much confidence. But also, ouch, this scene hits me so hard because not only does Anne have to watch Vere get married to a man, she also ponders the fact that this sort of marriage will forever be denied to her, and it’s just ... not fair.

We’re Not Alive Unless We Tell Our Ex Girlfriend That Her Husband Sucks, Are We? Anne: 11/10 This is a very beautiful Anne. There is just a tiny bit of spite towards Vere’s husband (hot), but she prioritises kindness over her own heartbreak, and also you can see her little facial hairs glimmering in the slanting sunlight and she is an absolute lesbian angel. Also, I feel like this hat in close-up shots is the nearest we will ever get to a historical snapback-wearing Anne.

Off To Pester Miss Walker At The Lake District Anne: 50/10 THIS ANNE. This Anne is EVERYTHING! Look at her perfect stupid collar. Look at the puffy sleeves! Her watch is dangling around her neck! Her hair is adorable and braided very cutely! Her eyes are making love to the camera! Her smile waters my crops and also various other things of mine! She is happy to run after her wife, she focuses on the future instead of dwelling on the past, and she is absolutely breath-taking. Thank you Suranne Jones, you are a gift to lesbians everywhere in this universe.

Vote for your favourite Anne below!

#i dare to say i am like no one in the whole world. ( anne lister )#( long post. )#i wish to make a name for myself. ( headcanons )#( love love love love )

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shambelle97 · 1 month

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𝐌𝐫. 𝐓𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐭 - 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗)

~ What do you remember? ~

#mr tophat #villain character #rafael casal #actor #are you afraid of the dark #nickelodeon #my edit #mr tophat edit #rafael casal edit #are you afraid of the dark edit #quotes

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santacarlahorrorshow · 3 years

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“It’s all part of the show.”

Rafael Casal as Mr. Tophat in Are You Afraid of the Dark? (2019)

#are you afraid of the dark?#ayaotd #nickelodeon #mr. tophat #rafael casal #the carnival of doom #i can't be the only one who watched this and had an immediate crush #tv show gifs #horror #my edit

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ditherwings · 4 years

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Magic Trick—A Good Omens Secret Santa Gift Fic

This is my belated GO Secret Santa gift for @hardly-functioning-morals! I’m sorry it’s late, but hope you like it!

Sorry about the odd formatting; I had to post this on mobile, and it came out a bit wonky. I expect I’ll cross post this to AO3 once I have a chance, and clean it up. My account there is bastet_in_april.

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Magic Trick

by bastet_in_april (ditherwings), for hardly-functioning-morals

Aziraphale had always developed fascinations for peculiarly specific bits of human culture, and Crowley usually enjoyed indulging even the ones that he found a bit odd. What was the draw in Regency-period silver snuff boxes, for instance? It wasn’t as though Aziraphale had any particular use for them--he didn’t use snuff, and so had no reason to wish for a dainty container as a means to carry the stuff about in a pocket. Crowley saw little interest in collecting ancient leather-bound first editions with cracked spines and dusty pages, either. He didn’t read, he liked to insist, and, if that was a lie, then surely glossy coffee table books full of remarkable photos were more his style.

Still, Crowley loved to indulge Aziraphale’s fascinations. He enjoyed the excitement on his face as he examined a new find for his bookshop, turning the pages carefully with gloved hands. He loved the surprise on Aziraphale’s face when Crowley present him with a beautifully engraved little snuffbox, with mother-of-pearl inlay. He loved the way Aziraphale would expound on the delights of a new patisserie shop, and the way his eyes would roll up ever so slightly at the ecstasy of a perfectly prepared piece of nigirizushi.

Stage magic, though, was where Crowley drew the line.

It had happened while Crowley was asleep. In 1871, an up-and-coming stage magician named Alexander Herrmann parted ways with his brother Carl, in order to establish his reputation via a solo act. While Carl continued to tour Europe, Alexander headed for London.

In 1871, Aziraphale was still an angry, terrified recluse. It had been nine years since his fateful meeting with Crowley in St. James’s Park. He hadn’t seen Crowley since their argument, and he wasn’t sure whether he was more likely to dissolve into tears or shouting if he saw Crowley again, or, frighteningly, if he didn’t. So he stayed in his shop, fretfully conditioning old leather bindings and being increasingly curt with the few customers who dared cross the shop’s threshold. Perhaps the neighborhood noticed. Perhaps it was a concerned neighbor who thought that odd Mr. Fell really ought to get out of that dusty old shop more often who slipped the advertisement under the shop’s door. Perhaps it was simply a paperboy who’d been paid a bit extra to distribute the fliers. Perhaps it was chance. Perhaps it was ineffable.

Regardless, Aziraphale picked up the flier and was charmed and arrested by the image of the thin man with the goatee and curling mustache, dressed smartly in a black tailcoat and brandishing a magic wand. “Herrmann the Great!” it proclaimed. “Master of the Magical Arts! Now Performing at the Egyptian Hall!” The man was surrounded by whirling petals, playing cards, and doves in flight, and comically outlandish cartoon demons peered from the edges of the playbill to marvel at the magician.

Helpless, Aziraphale’s first thought was that this was exactly the sort of show Crowley would love--a perfect chance to see humanity’s remarkable capacity for imagination at work, while the demon snarked and snickered into his hand at the feats of “magic,” from where he sprawled into his seat. Aziraphale crushed that thought down into something small and sad, like a crumpled ball of paper, and tucked it neatly away. He took a deep breath. There was no reason not to attend the show on his own. He couldn’t hide in his shop forever, as the world continued to move around him. And perhaps Crowley would have the same thought, and Aziraphale might yet see him in the crowd at the Egyptian Hall, heckling the performer and downing expensive wine.

So it was that Aziraphale found himself in a packed theater, its ceiling bedecked with pseudo-Egyptian frescoes complete with strings of artistic renderings of hieroglyphic text (having resided in Egypt for a time during the Ramesside period, and categorically unable to resist reading anything with words on it, if it was within view, Aziraphale was rather bemused to find that the hieroglyphs on the column to the left of him read, “your mother keeps house with water buffalo, and your father smells of lotus root”). Aziraphale was disappointed not to spot a familiar shock of red hair, or a distinctively sauntering gait, amongst the theatergoers.

The crowd buzzed with excitement as Herrmann took the stage, looking theatrically dapper in a tailcoat and tophat, and slightly malevolent, with his goatee and curled moustache like a villain from a penny dreadful. He produced a deck of cards, seemingly from thin air, fanning them out in flourishes, conjuring them from audience members’ pockets, and then turning them into an explosion of colorful ribbons that streamed through the air. Aziraphale felt himself get drawn into the show, as pieces of set dressing--grand fruit trees, ruby-colored lamps, even a burbling fountain--appeared in puffs of incense-scented purple or green smoke. The crowd gasped in wonder or shock, as Herrmann unveiled each new wonder. He produced a dove from a woman’s evening glove, making her laugh with delight. To the surprise of the crowd a rabbit leaped from his tophat, after he tapped it twice with his wand. The onlookers erupted into delighted laughter, as the conjurer tried and failed to convince it to return to his hat, finally turning it into a monogrammed handkerchief, instead. Aziraphale marvelled quietly at the ingenuity of humans, to create miracles of their own. This was so different from the times he had witnessed angelic miracles being performed before crowds of humans. That had been a thing of terror, each witnessing mortal made small and helpless before the gaze of Michael or Gabriel. The magician, conjuring marvels and wielding powers the crowd did not comprehend, instead welcomed them into the experience with humor and charm, sharing the wonder of it with them, and delighting in their reactions.

Aziraphale thought again of Crowley, and bit his lip.

The magician waded a bit further into the crowd, pulling a shiny coin from behind a boy’s ear, and offering him the prize. He paused before Aziraphale, and doffed his silk top hat, offering it to Aziraphale, “You, good sir! Look into my hat! Can you confirm for the crowd that it is empty?” Aziraphale stood, peering into the hat, before agreeing for the rest of the audience that it was empty, and an ordinary hat, as far as he could perceive. “Thank you! Now I see by the lines of care and worry upon your brow that something troubles you, so I have the spirits to deliver a wonder to set your heart at ease. The imps and spectres have told me that what you fear shall not come to pass! Now, reach into this empty hat, and see the wonder the demon has delivered as a sign!”

Aziraphale reached into the silk hat, and felt his hand close around a smooth, round shape. He pulled forth a perfect, shining red apple.

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Mrs. and Mr. Device were celebrating their anniversary by going on a short trip to the seaside, and needed a babysitter to look after six-year-old Magrat. Adam and the Them had each been given due consideration as potential sitters, but it was nearing end-of-term at school, and university applications and exams were making the teens look increasingly unglued. While Madame Tracey might be trusted with a small child, both parents agreed that Witchfinder Sergeant Shadwell (retired) was a last resort, only in case of impending apocalypse, option. So, after some deliberation, and after Anathema’s cousin had begged off due to plans involving concert tickets, the professional descendant (retired) and witch (current) rang up Crowley’s mobile.

Crowley always sounded hunted when he answered his mobile, as if he were a bit worried about whose voice might be on the other, but was pretending at nonchalance. “Yeah, who’s this?” he asked. “Anathema Device,” Anathema answered.

“Book Girl!” Crowley exclaimed, relaxing. He’d attended her wedding, and known her for years, but some nicknames stuck. She rolled her eyes.

“Are you and Aziraphale free on Thursday evening? Newt and I are going on a day trip, and need someone to look after Magrat while we’re away.”

“And you thought you’d ask a demon to babysit?”

“I thought I’d ask my friend. Don’t pretend you don’t adore babysitting her. She told me that you read her stories, last time, and did all the voices.”

“What can I say, she’s a little hellion. What’s not to love?” Crowley hummed thoughtfully. “Give me a moment.” There was a pause in which Anathema could hear Crowley having a murmured conversation with Aziraphale, before Crowley lifted the mobile again, voice coming through clear and audible. “Sure, we can take her for the day. You two kids go have some fun.”

Anathema breathed a soft exhalation of relief. Promise secured, she began to let Crowley know exactly what he was in for.

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Magrat Device did not want a babysitter. She was very certain that she should be allowed to stay up late on her own, thank you very much. She knew how to work a microwave, and had her parents on speed dial, and wouldn’t eat ice cream for dinner (honest!).

Her parents disagreed, which was why Crowley and Aziraphale were currently poring over a takeout menu, on her parents’ couch, trying to determine what one might order in to feed a six year old.

Anathema and Newt had named their daughter Magrat because Anathema knew the value, to a growing child, of being able to read one’s name in a book. Newt was pleased that this book, at least, while full of witches, fools, kings, and mistaken identity, did not involve an apocalypse.

It wasn’t that Magrat didn’t like spending time with Crowley and Aziraphale. The last time they had babysat her, they had gone to the park and Aziraphale had showed her how to feed the ducks, and Crowley had gotten her an ice cream, and then they had gone home and read from her favorite book--the one that had her name in it. But, the thing was, that had been when Magrat was five. Now, Magrat was six, and that was different. Six was grown up. Six year olds didn’t need babysitters, because six year olds weren’t babies.

“What would you like to eat, dear girl?” Aziraphale asked. “Is a curry too spicy? Or would you like some of the smoked trout and quiche from that lovely little cafe down the street.”

Magrat scowled, shoulders hunched up near her ears. “I don’t want anything to eat.”

“You’re a growing child. Can’t you try to eat something?” The angel looked pleadingly at her. “It’s alright if you don’t finish it, but I shouldn’t like to think of you going hungry.”

Magrat shook her head stubbornly.

“Tell you what,” Crowley said. “How about we order a sampler of a few things, and if anything piques your interest, you can try some of it. If not? Well, we’ll just leave the leftovers for your parents--save them having to cook tomorrow.”

When the takeaway arrived, it smelled enticingly of saffron, spices, butter, and fresh bread. Magrat stubbornly turned away, even as her stomach growled.

“Right,” Crowley decided, clapping his hands and straightening up out of his artful sprawl. “I know you don’t want to be babysat. Why would you? You aren’t a baby, and babysitting just sounds a bit demeaning. Or painful. The thing is, though, we aren’t just your babysitters, Magrat.” He tilted his head down to meet her hazel-colored eyes. She could just catch a glimpse of his bright yellow ones beneath the dark lenses of the sunglasses. “You’re a witch, so we’re your magic babysitters. Like when Hagrid took Harry Potter to Diagon Alley for school supplies.”

Magrat came slowly out of her slouch, considering this. “You’re not magic, though,” she argued. “Not like wizards, or witches, anyway. You’re an angel and a demon. You don’t have magic wands, or pointy hats, or cauldrons. You don’t pull rabbits out of hats. You might as well just be boring old regular babysitters, like Wensleydale or Auntie Sue.”

Aziraphale perked up, looking triumphant. “Oh, you think so, do you?” he asked. “Find me a hat, my dear, and we shall see!”

Crowley groaned. “Oh, angel, please not that. If she wants a rabbit, just miracle one up! Don’t you remember what happened last time? This is going to end in cream cake stains and tears--mostly mine--you mark my words.”

Aziraphale smiled serenely. “Nonsense, my dear. Now, Magrat, a hat, please?”

Magrat pulled a baseball cap from where it had been tossed onto the end of one of the umbrellas in the stand by the door. “It’s not the right kind,” she said.

“Oh, any hat will do. Now, I want you to check that it’s empty.” Magrat reached into the hat, feeling only the canvas material it was made from. “It’s empty,” she confirmed, interested in spite of herself.

“Right, now I need a magic wand.” Aziraphale looked around himself, as if expecting one might conveniently appear. It didn’t, so Azirphale snatched up a fork from the bag of takeaway on the table. He puffed out his chest, and cleared his throat theatrically. “Abracadabra expecto patronum bibbity bobbity expelliarmus!” The angel tapped the slightly rumpled baseball cap three times with his magic fork, and then picked it up and put it on his head. He wiggled his fingers, his eyes theatrically wide.

Magrat leaned forward, despite herself. Crowley covered his face with his hand.

With a dramatic, “Ta da!” Aziraphale whipped the cap off of his head and presented it to his audience. “One rabbit, as ordered!”

There was a pause. Aziraphale looked into the still-empty hat with bewilderment. Magrat and Crowley, however, were unable to tear their eyes away from the furry, bewhiskered little bunny rabbit that was perched comfortably amidst Aziraphale’s fluffy curls. His little pink nose twitched.

Slowly, Aziraphale’s eyes turned upwards towards his hairline, and he yelped, and made a grab for the rabbit, which leapt off of his head acrobatically and right onto the table, upturning the dish of eclairs, sending them flying through the air.

“What did I tell you?” Crowley asked, snapping his fingers. The eclairs settled back onto the plate on the table. And the rabbit was rather confused, but ultimately pleased, to suddenly find itself in the middle of a heavily guarded and carefully fortified garden of prize-winning vegetables (inciting wrath and suspicion of sabotage in the gardener, when he discovered the ensuing damage).

“Mmphghhahaha,” a peculiar half-strangled noise escaped Magrat’s mouth, like the first bit of water springing through the crack in a dam, presaging the deluge. She laughed until she had tears running down her face. Aziraphale, his face softening from bewildered shock to delight and fondness, laughed with her. Crowley, despite himself, let go of his second-hand embarrassment to join them.

The real magic trick, Aziraphale would explain to Crowley after the angel, the demon, and Magrat had finished their dinner, and demolished a respectable number of chocolate eclairs, was not pulling the rabbit from the hat. The real magic was surprise, wonder, and laughter.

#good omens #fanfiction #good omens fic #GoodOmensSecretSanta #aziraphale #crowley #stage magic #ineffable babysitters

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fuzzypetal · 4 years

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Rules: Put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs that come up. Then tag ten others to do the same.

I was tagged by the lovely @inesko3 🌸💗☘️, thank you for tagging me!!! I don't own a spotify premium so my playlist is basically always on shuffle 😆

1. Future Nostalgia - Dua Lipa

2. Like That - Doja Cat

Ok here i switched playlists to my "relaxing music"

3. Heroes (1999 remaster) - David Bowie

4. Trust Me (radio edit ft Robyn) - Mr Tophat

5. Kiss The Rain - Yiruma

6. At arm's length - momü

7. Ugotme - Omar Apollo

8. Sunset Lover - Petit Biscuit

9. Lonely man of Winter ( Doveman Mix ft Melissa Mary Ahern) - Sufjan Stevens

10. Find Me - Sigma, Birdy

I tag @leaficle @snazzycatmom @plantskin @rosegoghangel @fernhoney @glowplant @folkforestwitch @cottage-cat @cottage-core-honey @strawbsberry and everyone who wants to do this challenge!

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mrbottomhat69 · 2 years

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Specific and niche theories about the Are You Afraid of the Dark? reboot #3: smaller theories and observations

This is specifically for the little things I noticed and inconsequential one-to-two-season-specific theories.

(Occasionally edited to add new observations/theories)

Season 1: Carnival of Doom

Theory: Rachel has her own powers and never realized because it wasn't as obvious

Okay so I don't have that much evidence since it's kind of a fringe theory, but I think Rachel being the one chosen to remember gave her the power of persuasion, ultimately being the reverse of Mr. Tophat's power to manipulate people's memories. Most of this is based on episode 3, since she convinced the rest of the midnight society to help rescue Gavin by giving them her drawings and convinced a cop to drive her and her friends over state lines with a little heartfelt speech. And this was all before we learned about Rachel being the "chosen one".

. Rachel's dad is just... never mentioned at all and we just never know what happened to him despite him being present in Rachel's story/flashback

. If Rachel didn't have Gavin's pocketknife in episode 3, she would be dead. Also Mr. Tophat was perfectly okay with murdering a child and passing it off as being all part of the show, only deciding to try to talk his way out of defeat after his opponent escapes almost getting chainsawed in half. Also also the amount of times Rachel's almost died in this season is astounding.

. Mr. Tophat not showing up on video implied him not having a soul before it was mentioned in the final episode, since it's a common pop culture thing for beings without souls (vampires, for example) to not be able to show up on camera due to early cameras relying on mirrors

. There isn't a carousel in the carnival of doom (despite it being prevalent in commercials for the season and the opening itself) because of the 1944 carousel crash mentioned during Mr. Tophat's backstory

. The song that plays in episode 1 when Rachel's having a conversation with her mom on the way to school, Untold Stories, is an original song for the show written and performed by the band Chasing Da Vinci. The band is friends with Jeremy Ray Taylor, Graham's actor, and were contestants on the show America's Most Musical Families which was airing on Nickelodeon during the same timeframe. Check them out, their music is great.

. The town name of Argento might be more than just a reference, as director Dario Argento's most famous movie, Suspiria (1977), became iconic for its use of bright and dark colors to make a dream-like atmosphere, something that is used to its advantage throughout Carnival of Doom's three episodes

Can you tell this is my favorite season of the reboot?

Season 2: Curse of the Shadows

Two theories in one: Sardo is involved with some kind of family legacy to guard the book of shadows and the book of shadows from Ghost Island is only about half of the one from Curse of the Shadows

Ok so

From my moderate level of knowledge on witchcraft, a book of shadows is oftentimes referred to as a witch's diary because the person the book belonged to could write about their life and create new spells instead of just compiling information in a grimoire. I bring this up because by that logic, the book had to have been written by somebody who knew how to create spells that could be so unintentionally destructive. Maybe it was the witch from season 3, but I'll get to that in a bit. The main point is Sardo probably had the book of shadows in his family for generations if even his grandfather (Sardo from the original 90s series, which I think is a cool detail) warned him of how dangerous it truly was. So why keep a very real and very dangerous book hidden in a shop full of either unknown or fake magic run by a con artist? Because unless you knew where the book was, it would be the last place you would expect to find it. No one would suspect the fake magician is hiding real, dangerous magic.

The part about the Ghost Island book of shadows being a precursor to the Curse of the Shadows one is kind of a stretch, but one with evidence. Both contain rhyming spells that have some kind of bad outcome that only seems to benefit whatever creature or scenario spawned from it. The book of shadows in Ghost Island is this generally thin leather book, but considering this was the 1600s more stuff could have been collected and added so it becomes the ornate absolute unit of a book of shadows we see in Curse of the Shadows. Twice the spells, twice the danger.

. The lights on the sign for Sardo's magic shop suddenly flickering off in the opening foreshadows his (temporary) death in episode 5, since the shadowman basically drained the life from him and subsequently "causing his lights to go out". Also they killed him. They fucking killed him! They massacred my boy and fixed it with time travel! I still weep every time I rewatch that scene!

. Luke's name comes from the latin word for light, so it makes sense he's the last one standing and the one to free everyone from the darkhouse

. The t-shirt Seth wears in episodes 5 and 6 depicts himself in the magician tarot card. This isn't important or insightful, I just thought it was cute

. It's my personal theory that the reason Sardo remembers everything before the time reset is because his spirit was following the midnight society the whole time to make sure they didn't fuck up and die. Also his last words, "always say goodbye, kids" could imply he expected the midnight society to just escape and contact his spirit instead of them sacrificing themselves so the others could escape, eventually only leaving Luke behind.

. The whole "I thought women have bobby pins on them all the time" joke from episode 1 coming back to actually help them in episode 6 is clever, but it also implies that Zoe slept with that bobby pin in her hair before she disappeared. As someone who has done that before, it hurts

. Every time someone leaves the darkhouse, they end up next to June Murphy's grave

Season 3: Ghost Island

Theory: Max knew about the midnight society's storytelling ritual when he first met Kayla and the gang before they formally introduced themselves as the midnight society either because other midnight societies have visited the island before and just didn't bother with room 13 or Ricky and Max were part of their own midnight society

Like I know this is a stretch, but there's no way that Max just met a group of people on the beach and got the details of how they tell scary stories down to even throwing a handful of cocoa dust into the fire (which is an actual behind-the-scenes detail for both the original show and the remake) right unless he either saw it or did it before.

. In episode 2 when Kayla and Max are exploring the secret floor and Kayla mentions that they should split up to look for the camera faster, Max briefly looks at his hands and does the "whichever hand makes the L shape is left" trick implying he probably frequently confuses left and right

. The few flashbacks we get of older Kayla and Bella together implies that Bella died from some kind of medical reason, since the last/most recent two are implied to be in a hospital room

. It's All Coming Back To Me by Celine Dion is supposed to be the theme not just for Max, but for all the other ghosts and Lucia as well. The lyrics, despite being a love song, talk about longing for something to come back and how lonely and desolate the world was in the singer's point-of-view. By the time room 13's curse is broken, everything really does all come back to them

. In the flashback at the beginning of episode 4, Summer mentions Luke McCoy as one of the people she has a crush on only to be proven wrong by the game her, Kayla, and Bella are playing. This could be a different Luke McCoy than the one from Curse of the Shadows. If it's the same, then it implies that Derby (where Kayla mentions her and the rest of the midnight society are from) and Shadow Bay (where Curse of the Shadows takes place) are close to each other

. The previous point lead me to headcanon that Ghost Island is in the Florida Keys

. Kayla was the first person to see/notice Max in episode one, subsequently foreshadowing that he's a ghost

. Captain Cutter's alias, Stanley Crane, actually contains a few horror references. "Stanley" could be a reference to the Stanley Hotel in Colorado, which is said to be haunted and is apparently the inspiration for Stephen King's famous horror novel The Shining. "Crane", on the other hand, could be a reference to Marion Crane from Psycho (1960), who was assumed to be the movie's protagonist until she's suddenly killed in the iconic and infamous shower scene early on in the movie. This could parallel Cutter's duplicitousness, letting the audience assume he's just a hotel manager doing his job until he reveals his true colors.

. The reveal that Captain Cutter's grave was empty the whole time was definitely a twist, but the fact he had a grave at all raises a question or two about how the mirror works. If you get pulled into the mirror, you automatically become dead/a ghost, but if you get summoned by the mirror and pulled out of it, do you just instantaneously become alive again? Does your dead body cease to exist once you come back to life via mirror spell? Was the grave always empty/ put there as a front so no one suspects a thing?

. According to TvTropes, Betty Ann from Ghost Island is confirmed to be the same Betty Ann from the original series. I'm taking this with a bit more than a grain of salt because it never says who it's confirmed by. Where's the link, OP? Where's the receipt?

. The reason Lucia casually walks past Leo and Max as they're heroically sacrificing themselves wasn't because one was a ghost or they genuinely cared about each other like I initially thought, but because they aren't who she's actually after

.Not gonna lie, during the Charlie Charlie scene in episode 2, when Summer asked Bella who Summer's secret crush was, the angle of the reveal shot made it look like the pencil pointed at Kayla and I, out loud and in my family's living room with my parents nearby, shouted "Love wins again!". Boy was I wrong later.

This was a majority of the details, tidbits, and minor theories I noticed. Also I'm not counting references to the original series as details.

#are you afraid of the dark #ayaotd #this is just the details I noticed #specific and niche theories

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