#women running from houses

[thehalloweendream]

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#gothic romance #vintage paperback art #women running from houses

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔙𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔷𝔦𝔬 (յգշկ-յգԴճ)

#Falcons Island #Victor Prezio (1924-1976) #women running from houses #goth aesthetic #gothic aesthetic #Gothic Victorian Houses #Victorian house #novel #suspense #gothic romance #artwork #Illustration #pulp art #vintage pulp art

[shaenongarrity]

For this month's Patreon wallpaper, I thought I'd illustrate The Dire Days of Willowweep Manor, my graphic novel with Christopher Baldwin, as a classic Women Running from Houses gothic paperback.

#illustration #graphic novels #gothic #women running from houses

[leannareneehieber]

Cover AND STEPBACK COVER Reveal via Fantasy Cafe! Check out my new Gothic Romance, my debut contemporary, available for pre-order in digital (paperback pre-order links coming soon) and available for reviewers and librarians via NetGalley! Ghosts, reincarnate lovers, haunted houses, curses and second chances!  

#cover reveal #gothic #gothic novel #women running from houses #gothic heroine #leannareneehieber #womenrunningfromhouses #newbooks #coverreveal #gothiccover #ghost #ghoststories #gothicromance #gothic romance #paranormal

[plasma-packin-mama]

Miss New Vegas herself

#June #she doesnt smile or talk unless directly prompted but #autism be damned my girl can run a city state #miss thang from vault 21 #i should actually post about junes story and character instead of just talkinf about how shes pretty and i want to marry her #but like cmon #women #y'know #all u need to know is shes the one who takes over after delilah accidentally explodes mr house into a bloody vapor cloud #and shes good at it #art #peepie art

[miahasahardname]

total drama ship that makes me go absolutely FERAL

#THE SHIP OF ALL TIME #GRRRR ARGH I AM GOING INSANE #THEY ARE ACTUALLY PERFECT FOR EACHOTHER I AM SCREAMING #their ideal date includes burning down someone’s house and running away from the authorities #relationship goals tbh #td #total drama #tdi #total drama island #td eva #td izzy #izva #evzy #WOMEN!!!!!

[widowshill]

thinking about that quote about ds “existing in a twilight world somewhere outside the patriarchal hegemony.” yeah

#➤ ooc. ┊ she’s nauseous，she’s hysterical，and she’s exhausted. #patriarchs absolutely Do exist and they are foundational to the story but there’s a lot to be said about #Liz controlling the House in modern day - controlling the business and finances and thus the town along with it #and Angelique as (more or less) her mirror as figurehead of the occult #putting both men and women in her power; either humans or subservient occult #both of them are occasionally foiled by men (Jason; Nicholas/Barnabas) but the structures are often in place so that the men don’t get #the last laugh. I’m thinking of moments where Liz was confined to windcliff for instance and despite Roger’s raging Carolyn gets all the #power. on paper (money) and actualized in the running of things. #and with barnabas we all know he’s mastered by Julia lmao. #not to say that it’s Woman Power Funtime World because it’s not but they do subvert the #ancestor system that’s set up very early from the Get Go #Liz is mistress of collinwood but whose portraits hang in the drawing room? Isaac Theodore Jeremiah etc etc

[lilgynt]

my life is a back story in a whump fic for a little meow meow

#personal #everytime i go to make food this is the exact thought process in my head #like read this #oh yeah i should stop going out to eat cause i’m broke #*side steps through the hallway that’s full of hoarding* #*there’s a half eaten rotisserie chicken picked apart and left open and there’s bugs on it* #*someone’s washed and put away the mcdonald’s plastic cups when we are running out of room with the real cups and plates* #* i grab my bowls and spoons to cook the expired eggs and i have to check and wash them from bugs* #i’m in there for maybe three minutes and my dad gives me some brief grief for being in the kitchen #anyway i just live with hoarders and food is. weird at my house #between a women with stomach surgery an old blind man who doesn’t request anything and an autistic in recovery for an ed #it’s just a bit weird food wise in this house #anywya preciving my life as a form of media does help

[hippopotatoe]

i'm going batshit over the similarities between old cholera outbreaks and covid 19 wlkdhdjdbs dljdhd people really are people huh!!!!!

#i'm transcribing reports of a cholera outbreak in 1853 and i could just as well be reading a newspaper from 2020 #it's amazing really #i would assume it looks the same with older disease outbreaks as well #and i know it looked the same during the spanish flu #but it also fucks me up since it was before it was discovered how cholera spreads #so reading abt the ways people tried to protect themselves are...... hm. #like the solution is simple: wash your hands after pooping and don't drinking water #and people run around like ''smoke? will smoking help?'' #like bitch no it does not help to burn tar in your house i am terribly sorry #it's also fascinating to see how people notice it happens to women more than men and trying to figure out why and how #the answer is ofc that women do household chores #but the theory is ye ol' misogyny. women weak etc #anyway #i'm in love and also so frustrated

[gallusrostromegalus]

I was raised agnostic and tend to remain ambiguous on theological matters.

-but my house has a porch on the second story that affords me a terrific view of my neighborhood and the Colorado Front Range and I was partaking of some peace before the 4th Of July Finger-Loss Festivities begin, and I have had a

~*Spiritual Experience*~

I just watched my neighbor try to unload an actual wooden pallet that had to have been forklifted into the back of his insecurity pickup worth of fireworks.

Except that he does not have a forklift in his garage.

He does have so much sports memorabilia and cardboard boxes of unsold MLM Merchandise and patriotically themed camping gear and posters of women in bikinis and flags of suspect political organizations in his garage that there is only BARELY enough space for the fireworks and certainly none for his truck.

So he had to unload the individual boxes of recreational explosives from the back of his truck and stack them in the minimal space he had cleared by hand. This is a tedious and time-consuming process as this neighbor has purchased a wide variety of recreational and locally illegal explosives instead of many of just a few types, so the individual boxes are rather small.

He begins, and this is crucial to what happens next, by cutting apart the industrial-grade saran wrap his explosives dealer had so carefully wrapped his merchandise in, and discarded it unsecured on his lawn.

Where Outdoor Conditions sometimes happen.

His process for unloading the fireworks is to 1. Climb up through the gate into the bed of his pickup truck (a feat made unusually difficult due to the slope of his driveway, and this man's fascinating decision to wear the world's Siffest and least Flexible Denim Overalls. 2. Once in the pickup bed, he selects ONE (1) box from the pile He is apparently from a niche religious institution that doesn't believe in stacking things. 3. Carries it awkwardly around the palette that barely fits in the truck bed 4. His wife yells "Be careful!" when he nearly falls out of the pickup. 5. He Yells "SHADDUP!" back at her. 6. The Large German Shepherd barks from inside the house. 7. He yells "SHADDUP!" back at her too. 8. He sets the (1) box down on the gate 9. Slowly and awkwardly climbs out of the pickup bed 10. picks the box back up, and carries it into the garage.

Question: Aren't you going to help this poor man? Answer: Absolutely Not.

There's four military veterans, MANY dogs, and several people with dementia in this neighborhood, all of whom are terrified by this chicanery every year and many neighbors have repeatedly asked him to maybe do the fireworks somewhere else. (This is the Eighth Year Running he's held a major demolition event in his driveway, and for those of you who can do math, you may be able to guess the precipitating incident to this little ritual) Additionally, I live in Colorado, a state marginally less prone to spontaneous and catastrophic conflagrations than a rotting grain silo, but only marginally. Our recreational explosives laws are written accordingly.

I am in fact calling the Non Emergency line to report Fireworks violations, and reading off the brand labels to someone named Dorothy, who is gleefully totaling up a SPECTACULAR fine for my oblivious neighbor.

However, while I'm on the phone with Dorothy, I notice the wind begin to pick up. and by "Notice" I mean "The Industrial Saran Wrap he left on his Lawn earlier is suddenly swept up about 100 feet into the air by an updraft intense enough to make my ears pop" And by "Pick Up" I mean "I look up to see the sky has turned a fun and exciting shade of glass green, and the bottoms of the clouds are bumpy and rounded, and the overall effect is not unlike looking up through the bottom of the cup at God's Matcha Boba Tea."

For those of you who do not live in places with Inclement Weather, these conditions mean "You have about 30 seconds before a Major Meteorological Event Occurs."

I move under the eaves. "Hang on Dorothy." I say, nose filling with Petrichor. "The show is about to be cancelled." "Oh, that doesn't matter!" Dorothy cheerfully informs me. "It's illegal for him just to possess those, no matter if he actually gets to set them off or not." "Terrific, because he's gotten maybe five boxes out of a hundred inside."

Sometimes, the weather gods are Merciful and give you a verbal warning, typically in the kind of thunderclap that makes your ears ring.

The Gods were not merciful today.

It's not often that I am in the time, place, correct angle or in a properly observational frame of mind to see this, But I got to see it today. Huh. I thought. I've never seen a cloud just DIVE for the ground before. Oh. I realized as it got closer. That's RAIN.

Sometimes, a thunderstorm will form in such a way that the rain that would normally be distributed over an area of say, five to tent square miles, is instead concentrated into an area of say, my neighborhood exactly.

So today, I was granted the rare privilege of being able to actually see the literal wall of water descend from On High and DIRECTLY onto my porch, my street, and my neighbor's truck, and his pile of unwrapped fireworks.

The sheer impact force of the downpour immediately scatters the teetering pile of fireworks boxes in the back of the truck, like the wrath of God striking down the tower of Babel. Boxes tumble, then are washed out of the bed of the truck by the deluge. Smaller Boxes are carried down the road in a little line by the stream forming in the gutter, like little impotent explosive ducklings.

My neighbor was definitely yelling something, but I could not hear what over the DEAFENING noise several million gallons of water makes upon high-speed contact with the earth's surface, but there was a lot of arm-waving and faces turning red as he went looking for the saran wrap that had probably blown to Nebraska by now, while his wife started disassembling the complex three-dimensional puzzle of interlocking material goods in search of a tarp. They do not have a tarp. They have one of those wretched Thin Blue Line flags though, and my neighbor jogs out in a futile effort to cover what's left in the truck.

Which is when the hail begins.

"HELLO?" Yelled Dorothy. "HI!" I shouted. "WE'RE HAVING SOME WEATHER!" "OH GOOD!" she shouts back. "WE NEED THE MOISTURE!"

I watch for a minute longer, but the loss was immediate and catastrophic- the hail is the size of marbles and dense and cares not for your pitiful cardboard and cellophane, ripping the boxes asunder and punching holes in the few things covered in plastic. The colors on the Thin Blue Line Flag are seeping all over the remains of that it was supposed to protect in a particularly apt visual metaphor. Not even the few boxes that made it into the garage are spared, as the German Shepherd escapes from indoors, and in an attempt to assist her humans, jumps directly into the small stack of not-yet-ruined boxes, scattering them into the driveway and deluge. She even picks one up so her humans will chase her around the yard, before dropping it in the gutter to be swept away.

So. I was raised Agnostic -but even I can recognize when God slaps someone upside the head and shouts "NO!" at them.

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#Family Lore #Long Post #Local Man Experiences Local Weather

[thehalloweendream]

#gothic romance #vintage paperback art #women running from houses

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

#women running from houses #series #artwork #art #Illustration #haunted house #spooky aesthetic #haunted aesthetic #goth aesthetic #gothic aesthetic #Gothic Victorian Houses #illustrations #pulp art #vintage pulp art #black cat

[pirates-and-ninja-lover]

fuck politics btw <3

#why is the most horrible political party expected to get so many votes??? #like they want to take away people's rights #they are racist #they actively and publically hate on everyone who isnt a straight white christian conservative cis man #they hate our neighbouring country and would love to start an actual war #they claim that “the homogeneity of our nation is our biggest strength” #just say youre a racist nationalist and shut up #yes we have been having more immigrants #yes we are becoming waaaay more racially diverse #nobody cared about the immigrants until they werent white #racial diversity is a GOOD THING #sharing out culture is a GOOD THING #people from around the world moving here is a GOOD THING!!!!! #and yes women and lgbtqa+ people DESERVE FUCKING EQUAL RIGHTS #its 2024 and gay people still cant have families here!!! thats outrageous #how are thes people getting SO MANY VOTES??? #wtf is up with my country and why is everyone so extremely conservative #the election is in 2. days. #im so terrified #gotta start learning german and just fucking run #like im genuinely terrified of loosing my basic human rights #we have the highest rent/household prices in the EU #78% of people are MIDDLE AGED when they can finally afford to move out of their parents house #we have huge inflation #our food prices are higher than germany and belgium but our min wage is around €600 a MONTH #the amount of violence on women has gotten up #we have the worst corruption and worst justice system in the EU #our education system is starting to fail #the medical system is horrible and we have the 2nd highest mortality rates in the EU #theres men protesting for the “submission of women” EVERY WEEK. AND THEY'RE PLANNING TO SPREAD THE PROTESTS TO MORE CITIES

[ii-zi]

It's literally the beginning of another month and I was JUST stabilizing from crying myself silly for days at a time bc of all the March 8 stuff and how fucking unreal it is to live in a country with such statistics and then look at what first world countries are fighting for on those areas like how the fuck am I supposed to do anything in these conditions

#NINE fucking reported femicides a day. REPORTED #how am i supposed to not fucking end it when every single day you're slapped on the face with another lost child that's #found killed n violated just mines away from their houses????? #multiple a day sometimes??? #countless women killed by their own fucking partners? friends? family? coworkers??? for the crime of being a woman???? #and dont fucking get me started on transfemicides i cried myself sick last public case this fucking country is SICK this government is #beyond fucking salvation people are getting MASSACRED #i couldn't even attend the march #here it did use to be like in the US like just a few years ago the organizers used to disappear there are still some out of the country bc #they had to run away to save their lices #lives #but nowadays attendance is widespread enough in most capital cities you can safely upload pictures the day after #not of the black block ofc but of yourself ig #but I couldn't even go i was fucning bed bound bc i had spent the prior fucning week bawling my soul out. for what??? what did i accomplish. #what good did it even do me. what cause did it even support #like I can't walk much so i probably wouldn't have marched either way lol but still #idk im just tired ig #tired. angry. in pain #vent #personal #mine

[audisive]

♪ BROOKLYN BABY. (💌) – previous part

౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader

synopsis: the 141 believes the scot now.

tags: fluff, romance, soft!simon, you're basically their mom atp lol, bickering, there's a bet between gaz n soap, gaz secretly wants you shh, ooc characters, not proofread, price being the gentleman he is, he's seriously just watching everything unfold

       It's not always that Ghost is willing to let the 141 stay at his house for their traditions – which is just drinking beer and watching sports, really. In fact, he's always said something about his place being empty, so they always settled on someone else's. They stop asking after a year, and in turn, he stops having reasons.

It's not until Soap pops the question again when everyone else's houses are unavailable for a variety of reasons, his being that he left his faucet on and now his shitty apartment is flooded. You can only imagine the suspicion and shock when Ghost agrees (or, rather, simply grunts).

The drive is long, nothing short of 5 hours, and Soap spends the better half of it bickering with either Gaz or Ghost. He falls asleep by the next half, and when he awakes, he gawks at the lovely looking house before their car. There's two stories to it, a balcony, a front porch, and there's no doubt that there's a backyard.

Contrary to popular belief, no, it is not all black or plain at all. It's all equally surprising to them. The Brit isn't the type to care about the appearance and state of a house, usually. They do envision him in a mostly empty apartment with only a bed and a bathroom, though.

There's a delicate touch to where a rough man lives; the smell is almost heavenly when they enter the house. It's homely, the scent of newly washed sheets and lingering smell of food; there's a cat perched on the living room table that Ghost scratches the head of lovingly in a way that's so casual and natural. It's like they're at the gates of–

"Simon!" Heaven's bells ring in their ears, luring them into the doorway of the living room, and the sound of feet padding against the cold floor. There comes a soft-looking thing running into Ghost's arms, completely engulfing you.

You only notice the three familiar faces of your boyfriend's team members – though you know he considers them family if anything – when you pull away. An angel clad in only a cami top, shorts, and Simon's hand around your waist, you turn to look at the group with a surprised look on your pretty – Soap thinks that God, you're so pretty – face. "Oh, hi," you smile sweetly, obviously awkward at the silence and the staring.

"It's been a while," Ever the gentleman, the gruff voice is the first to speak up with your name uttered, the only who's actually met you – John Price. Soap is too enamored with the way you hold yourself and the fact that, holy fuck, even your name's pretty. Gaz raises a brow at the captain's greeting.

You smile once more – a genuine one now. "Nice to see you again, John."

"'S rude to stare, Johnny." Simon speaks out, a smirk under the mask. "Please excuse him, miss," Gaz adds, this beautiful man, and offers a charming smile.

"You must be Gaz," you hold your hand out, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine," Kyle forgets that a hand could be this soft and gentle, "and please, call me Kyle." He barely stops himself from turning your hand in his to kiss the back of it like one should to a lady so fair; his lieutenant has good taste in women, he'll give him that. And when you're out of the area, Soap is sure to rub it in Gaz's face. I told ye so! LT wis hidin' somethin' from us. A pretty something, that is. You don't miss the way he slips a twenty-dollar bill into the Scottish man's hand.

"Glad tae meet ye," Soap finally says, winking. "Understand why he wis hidin' a bonnie lass like ye from us." There's a mischievous glint in his eye, almost naturally so.

"A'm hurt, LT, but whit can I do? After all, we're just a couple o' brutes, arenae we?"

Simon watches in amusement, "you'll live." Soap is quick to move to your side as you lead the small group of hulking men through your shared home after that.

Simon is visibly more relaxed with you around. He's comfortable, that much is a given, with the way he's taking up most of the thankfully large couch with his manspreading. So is the 141. They're pampered like spoiled children (or pets, really) through the whole day.

Instead of just beer and faucet water, they're offered a variety of drinks in the kitchen that's enough to be considered a private bar. Instead of an empty belly unhealthily stuffed with beer and a mix of mediocre takeout, they're met with warm homecooked meals. They lose track of time quickly; the night falls by the time they've tired themselves out, and they've had not one, but two meals thanks to you.

(They're sure to commend your cooking skills and think of how lucky this tall brute of a man is blessed with a woman so soft and pliant and wonderful and– while Price is the one to be the most grateful, Soap compliments you the most. "A can practically taste the love." You laugh in turn.)

Gaz is the first to speak after a meal so lovely, they could simply just sleep on the floor comfortably and wake to the same smell of home. "It's a bit late, love, we should probably go."

"Thank you for having us," Price smiles down at you kindly.

"Ye've been lovely, bonnie." He wants to stay some more.

"Wait," you stop them, looking up at Simon for further approval. He's already looking at you with a reassuring brush of his thumb on the side of your hip and a nod. You turn your eyes back at them. "It's already late, you three should stay the night. We have enough room for everyone."

There comes, "we don't wanna intrude," then, "we can take care of ourselves, it's alright."

"Please, I insist." Your smile brightens, "I'll even cook breakfast before you leave."

The mohawk moves with a sigh, "now tha's just no' fair, lass. How are we gonna say no tae that?" You giggle. Only then do they find themselves tucked away in the guest room, and boy, you were right when you said it could fit them all if not more.

On the way to the bathroom in the late hours of the night, Soap catches a glimpse of light through the crack of your bedroom door to see his oh-so strong lieutenant, vulnerable in your arms. There's something natural about the way you cradle the large man and kiss his hair like it's part of your DNA, like you're programmed to do that 'cause Soap thinks you're simply unreal.

He's proud of his lieutenant, this lucky bastard. He turns another blind eye once more, but he's paid in full with another fulfilling meal by the morning.

#౨ৎ simon ! #୨୧ audi's works ! #finally did this omg #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x you #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod #ghost cod #cod x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod x you #fluff #cod fluff #romance #ghost #john price #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz cod #gaz garrick

[goryhorroor]

my favorite genre of women is running from creepy castles/houses

#god i love this art style #gothic romance #gothic horror #art #these are all from older gothic romance novels