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refiningpalladium · 6 months
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Watching The Fall of the House of Usher, which for the record is really good, and I just feel so bad for Juno. She wants so badly to be liked by these awful, horrible people. She's never anything but nice to them, and ofc they're just awful to her. She even thinks her personalized Goop box is going to be full of poo! And then she catches a mike stand with her face because Tammy's hallucinations are using her for a backstop.
I just want to give her a hug and tell her everything turns out alright, which, spoiler alert, for her at least it does.
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goddesspharo · 2 months
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Glen Powell, Danny Ramirez, and Bijan Robinson at Super Bowl LVIII
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maeofthedead · 6 months
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Even though it makes no sense, I like to think that Netflix's The Fall of the House of Usher is just a very fucked up episode of Leverage from the other side
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orphyd · 3 months
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Now Unc….
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emu-lumberjack · 6 months
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I’m not quite done with it but I want to give major props to Mike flannigan and the writers of the fall of the house of usher. The way the we’re able to base every story every Death off of something Edgar Allen poe wrote, and the way you can tell what’s gonna happen early in the episode if you know the story is just amazing.
It took me an episode or two in (granted that’s when I truly started paying attention) to realize what he was doing and it clicked once I saw the episode titles for Masque of the Red Death and Telltale heart as those are two stories I’m familiar with.
The foreshadowing he puts for each siblings death in the episode prior, and the way each story is written is just beautiful. Once I had figured it bout I knew immediately the brick wall was a cask of Amontillado situation and now watching the first part of the final episode I for certain know whose behind it.
Just… this is me massively nerding out over the writing and theme of this show so if you haven’t watched The Fall of the House of Usher yet and you can handle some jumpscares, gore, and strobing lights I highly suggest it
Also: Julius was my favorite man didn’t deserve the drama that family gave him
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i know this has been done already but since u reblogged a post about it i would absolutely kill for your take on if karolina found shiv scheduling her grief instead of tom 🙏
first off, thank you so much for the ask, and sorry for the long long wait!!
secondly, i've cheated a bit - this was supposed to be a part of the fic that i'm currently writing, but i've had to cut it. I'm really fond of it, though, so I hope you like it :)
it's a much milder take than i'd envisioned, and in the context of an established relationship i definitely would've made it angstier, but i think it fits somewhat close to canon
read below <3
'Indulged child' — seven letters, starts with an S or the healing properties of the NYT Games app
Karolina steps into the meeting room, tension already melting off her shoulders, and almost trips on the poorly installed carpeting when she spots Siobhan sitting at the end of the conference table. Her head is bowed, cradled between her hands, so Karolina can’t see her face.
“Oh, sorry.” she blinks, stopping a few feet away from the table. “I didn’t know you had the room booked.”
Karolina watches as Shiv turns her head, attempting to cover the fact that she’d been crying. She wipes hurriedly at her nose, and only meets Karolina’s eyes after she’s composed herself.
“It’s fine.” she shrugs. “I’m done anyway.”
Then, Shiv rises from her chair quickly and begins clearing her things off the table before Karolina has the chance to say anything. She hasn’t brought many things: some pens, a notebook that’s been opened on a blank page, a pack of tissues, Shiv’s tablet—just enough knick-knacks to make it seem like she’d been working. Shiv’s back is turned to Karolina so she can’t see all of the table, but she knows it couldn’t take more than a few seconds to gather everything.
Still, she stays silent, watching the lines of Shiv’s shoulders like landmines, like birds about to take flight. As if reminding herself of their existence—and reminding herself to control them, she pulls her hands closer to herself.
“Are you—”
“I’m good.” Shiv cuts her off. She finally turns to face Karolina, her things now stacked on top of each other in her hands. “It’s all yours.” she nods towards the table.
Karolina takes a tentative step forward as Shiv starts making her way out of the room. As she approaches the table, she spots Shiv’s phone lying face down. She sets her things on the table, before turning to Shiv.
“Oh, Shiv, I think you forgot—”
As she calls out, the phone begins ringing. She picks it up, turning it around to see the timer notification flashing on the screen.
“Were you meditating?” she frowns, cracking a smile.
She reaches to hand Shiv the phone, pretending not to see the tiny trail of blood pooling at the base of her thumb nail.
“No.” Shiv swallows. A beat. “Crying, actually, yeah.”
She clears her throat, tilting her head as if challenging Karolina to say anything. To throw a punch.
“I—I’m so sorry, Shiv.” Karolina blinks, barely croaking the words out. “I’ll let you—”
“It’s fucking fine, Karolina.” Shiv snaps. “Take the goddamn room. I’m done.”
Her eyes are red-rimmed, and the hand she’s raised to silence Karolina is just shy of shaking.
“I’m just hiding out from Kendall.” Karolina sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “He keeps asking me for feedback on his pitch but all it is, is just—buzzwords.”
She catches the faintest smile flash across Shiv’s face, which spurs her on.
“Dynamic. Innovation. Convergence.” she coos, raising her brows and shaking her hands in front of herself like an old-timey snake-oil seller.
That gets a full-fledged chuckle out of Shiv, and when Karolina drops her hands and sets her face into a familiar scowl it erupts into real laughter. She lets Shiv enjoy this brief reprieve, before gesturing to the room.
“So please, take the room. I have my assistant blocking it as important, so it’s yours for the next hour. I can hide out someplace else.”
She doesn’t give Shiv a chance to refuse, grabbing her things and turning to leave before Shiv takes a step forwards, blocking her way.
“I’m not going to sit here and cry for an entire fucking hour.” Shiv scowls, shaking her head. Then, she nods towards Karolina’s bag and the laptop peeking out of it. “What were you gonna do while you were hiding?”
“Catch up on work, probably, I don’t know.” Karolina pulls her lips into a tight line. “Maybe a crossword?”
“Crossword?” Shiv raises a brow. She looks Karolina up and down, frowning. “How old are you, again?”
“Right, sorry—” Karolina sucks her teeth, raising a pointed brow. “I assume the last puzzle you were able to solve came on the back of a cereal box?”
“Well, yeah, because after that I got real hobbies.” Shiv shakes her head, her grinning. “What, d’you play those hidden object games, too? Look for tiny fucking keys in those weird drawings?”
Karolina looks down as her cheeks start burning. Shiv catches it, and bursts into laughter.
“Oh my god. Karolina, no.”
A part of her wants to believe she’s only doing it for Siobhan’s sake. That she’s humoring the other woman as an act of kindness—some version of an apology for not extending any kind of support after Logan’s death. But she’s apologized enough times in her life to know one rarely finds delight in the act of apology, so when her eyes meet Shiv’s and she lets her lips turn up into a smile, Karolina knows the real reason she hasn’t left the room already is much simpler—she doesn’t want to.
“What hobby should I pick up, then, Siobhan?”
“God, there’s so many.” Shiv’s cheeks puff out. “Let’s see…”
She starts listing what Karolina guesses are her ideas of a pensioner’s hobbies: gardening, knitting, pickling, making jams—getting all the way down to walking around parks and standing all still and creepy to watch pigeons.
With each finger she uses to enumerate, Shiv’s grin widens. Karolina nods her along, pretending to be impressed until Shiv runs out of ideas.
“Or just volunteer at an elderly home.” she shrugs. “I’m sure the ladies would love to have you over for canasta.”
“Mhm.” Karolina nods, pursing her lips. “I’ll think about it.”
They sit in silence for a brief moment, neither making a first step.
“So, uh, can I see one?” Shiv finally asks.
“See what?”
“One of your crosswords, nerd.” she chuckles.
“Oh.” Karolina blinks. “I mean—really, Shiv, I can let you be—” she points to the door.
“Well, I don’t feel like crying anymore.” Shiv clears her throat, cutting her off. “And I don’t feel like going back out there yet, so… Unless you’re, you know, very private about your… crosswords.”
Karolina rolls her eyes. As she turns around to rummage through her bag for her tablet, Shiv steps closer until she’s right behind Karolina. When she leans forward to put her own things back on the table her arm brushes against Karolina’s. From up close, Karolina can distinguish each thin trail of blood wrapped around the irises of her eyes, and the blue shadows creeping up from under her concealer.
In the months after her own father’s passing, Karolina remembers going through them like candies.
Each week, she would reach into the bottom of her bag and pull up crumpled up receipts for concealer, whiskey, and the occasional lottery ticket—her dad’s guilty pleasure.
She used the same numbers each time, just like he'd taught her: each of their birthdays, twenty-eight, and eleven.
On the last ticket she bought, she put down the date of his death: seventeen, three, twenty, eight, then twenty-eight, and eleven.
It won her $10 that she never bothered to cash in.
So, she knows what it’s like—the make-up, the perfectly timed crying breaks, the split ends, the furrowed brows. The way it would hit (and still does, sometimes, on rainy days) so suddenly it would leave her breathless, like something had dislodged itself within her chest and all day long she’d have go on with her business as if that horrible rattling wasn’t ringing in her ears and reverberating inside her entire body like a war drum.
Karolina knows what Shiv is going through, but she also knows that grief is like a fingerprint. That it belongs so intimately to the person going through it. Defined by the very matter of their being, and from the moment it has formed—defining them in return.
So she doesn’t offer an apology, or a hug or, worse, advice. Instead, she sits down and waits for Shiv to do the same. When she does, Karolina turns on her tablet and opens the crossword app with her upturned hand stretched out towards Shiv, palm open and fingerprints exposed.
Then, Karolina begins explaining the basic rules of crosswords.
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aeltri · 9 months
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If y'all had any doubts as to who these frauds really work for, look no further. You'd think they were talking about Elton John but shilling 🎟️ = 💷. As if the Cunters didn't have a Bank of Benedict debit card already...
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One of the Lads!? Well, I'll be darned! We do know about associates of Cunter's that live in Brighton BTW. One of whom just so happens to be an Officer in her shell company! Can you say vested interest? They've also used the University of Sussex ISP which further confirms their links to Tavistock.
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Ben being a notable victim of such techniques...
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msclaritea · 29 days
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I don't think theres any evidence that Ben had been to this club recently. Hes just been exposed as a member (along with a dozen other actors and lots of high profile people)
Seems v unlikely that the exposure is about him
It's just unfortunate hes getting caught up in it (and obviously this wouldnt have happened if he avoided dodgy institutions like that)
You know how I know it was you? Because you all enjoy trying to lay traps, months and years in advance. It took seven years of arm twisting, huh? Well, I distinctly recall one of your crunchy little fake black, UK activists, declaring on Twitter, and I quote:
"I've been waiting nine years to get this fucker!"
So, you also got some steam started to go after Ben, for this bit of stupidity, and just sprung it. And don't even try that. 'Others were outed'. You all play this game; get some names to throw into an article for deflection. Those other tools know damn well that they will be left alone.
But...Ben is the ONLY person you trolls are concentrating on...aren't you?
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grimmiearchive · 10 years
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25 February 2014
Christina Grimmie's The Voice "Wrecking Ball" Blind Audition is uploaded to YouTube
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okay so i watched parts of the superbowl and i just want to say how odd the tiktokification of everything is. like i heard the announcers saying shit like "algorithm buggin" and "locked in" more times than i can count on my fingers and toes
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Ok I'm going to like. Infodump abt my crush in the tags bc like. Yeah <:)
#ok SO#he's another trumpet player n obviously we met through marching band#he's a music ed major. bless his soul#he's LITERALLY one of the funniest fuckers in the band#I put my bottle next to his for band? he makes sure to consistently keep it in that spot so I won't put it somewhere else#after practice I give him his bottle and he goes 'thank you Rex <:)' WITH GLEE IN HIS VOICE#for football games our team is Awful so he leans over and shows me tiktoks he finds#(<and one of my love languages is sharing things that make you smile)#I make a lot of excuses to hang out with him and he always willingly comes!!!#he shows. so much. interest. in ANY events I go to. I mentioned a dance recital I wanted to go to and he went 'I should check that out :)'#(<we're going on sunday btw. I v much so talked him into coming with me <3)#I posted on snap earlier before our 3 hour trip home 'wish us luck on the road' and he was the only one who asked if we made it safe 🥺#and RELATED TO THAT. he's ushering an opera rn. he's not supposed to be on his phone but he got a text from me and texted me back ASAP#he's also??? so fucking relatable and I think that's why I fell#'you good?' 'yeah. just tired. when I get back to the dorm I'll probably make some Chef Boyardee and put on Rick and Morty'#like GIRL you are so right. that's the ideal night and ily#mutuals if you'd like to see him after I put a pie in his face for his frat fundraiser. lmk#and I'm saying all these AMAZING things about him. and what's even better!!! he seems?? like he might feel the same way 😳#idk I've never really been properly flirted with but he always seems like he wants to hang out <:0#but like!!! from a respectful distance!! guys who respect space while also keeping interest these days is hard to find ESP in college#if I ever have the guts to tell him I like him I will do so IMMEDIATELY because jfc I really do#maybe? somehow someway he might do it first 🙏 manifest it ✊#anyways yeah :) infodump over I just really really wanted to spill about him#I wanna tell Batz about it all but he doesn't care much for that kind of stuff so I don't wanna bother him with it 😔#But!!!!! I can tell tumblr dot com. and you can throw all the tomatoes at me you want but I never shut up here <3
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dutybcrne · 5 months
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Taking Furi out for a stroll with her new bodyguards!
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camscendants · 9 months
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People are so nice 😀
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stanforbreezy · 2 years
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😂😂😂
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baubeautyandthegeek · 21 days
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Rescued Love – Morella Usher/Tamerlane Usher/Verna
A/N: Day 18 for @polyamships Multiamory March. GIFs made for me by @whoreofthecottage
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Verna had sensed when Tamerlane fled the presentation, close to coming undone, she had followed even as Morella took a moment to ready herself and take Tamerlane’s place as she continued the presentation, keeping Goldbug alive and launched. She comes home to Tamerlane shuddering with sobs in Verna’s arms, the woman’s smile small and soft as she leads Tamerlane closer, easing both of them closer to Morella. This, this accidental team-up had been destined and now, finally, Verna knew they were supposed to be together, as a true polycule. Morella, when Verna explained it later, had smiled and agreed happily. They made the most sense as a team, three strong women together.
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megannabell · 2 months
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I'm going to a Super Bowl party this afternoon. Which is meh, ig
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