open my coffin all you'll find is books

i love you im glad you exist im so happy you’re alive

Rb to tell prev you love them ur glad they exist and you’re so happy they’re alive

Movies, TV shows, books, podcasts, anything counts! Bonus points if you put what scared you in the tags. Wondering how common it is to be Spooked™

You’ve got ways to take hold of my thoughts Over-riding my senses, lock your sights Dead in line with my heart, share your powers You stir my soul and whet my hunger And weave that spell that pulls me under

These moonlight desires haunt me

They want me…

They want me…

In which Jonathan Harker is either in a music video, a dream sequence, or a great deal of trouble. Probably all three.

Lyrics and color palette taken from, “Moonlight Desires” by Gowan.

Scenario: somebody you know casually, but not, like, that well has cheaply obtained some rare article that happens to be related to a special interest of yours. However, they're not sure if it's genuine or a knockoff, and – being aware of your special interest – they reach out to you to confirm its authenticity. The results of examining photos being inconclusive, they insist on showing it to you in person; upon arrival, they point the way to a musty, ill-lit basement where item in question is ostensibly kept.

It had almost escaped my notice that it is now May, the month that dooms to a heartbroken death 99% of characters from folk ballads. So, if you suspect you may be a character from a folk ballad, for your own safety: 

don’t fall in love, don’t go by the river, don’t go to the sea, don’t talk to sailors, don’t gamble, don’t ramble, don’t go North, don’t go North-West, don’t stand in the wind, don’t dance with anyone named Sally, Sue, Mary, Ann, or Barbara, don’t go to the pub (but if you do go to the pub at least don’t drink, and if you do drink at least pay for your own drink, and if you are absolutely broke and have to let someone else pay for your drink then at the very least do try not to forget to toast everyone you know whom you think might be there very loudly and possibly multiple times), don’t lend money, don’t borrow money, don’t wish you had more money, don’t make plans to make more money, don’t start working for a new employer, absolutely do believe anyone who says they will try to kill you, curse you, or maim you, absolutely do believe anyone who says you might die, turn down every invitation to go a-hunting, horse-riding, or a-courting, be wary of flute players you meet on your path, don’t dance with satanic men in black coats, don’t marry off your daughters to the first man who’ll have them, and don’t promise your true love any herbs you can’t readily plant and gather in your own garden. 

There. That should just about cover you for 31 days. Heed the warnings and you may have a chance to last the month. Good luck.

Are you cooking in the room? NO COOKING IN THE ROOMS!

Watching the reactions to Roger Corman's death and it seems hard to explain who he was to people who don't know him. "So he was a producer of shitty b-movies?" Yes! And he's responsible for the careers of dozens of directors, actors, and other filmmakers and is pretty inarguably one of the single most important people in modern film. By making shitty b-movies

In a time where studios micromanage everything filmmakers do (and that started all the way back in the 80s - the early to mid 70s were more an oasis from the norm than the norm in terms of freedom) it's amazing to remember that there was a guy who went "here's some money to make a movie. Don't go over it, make sure you include the quota of violence and sex, otherwise go nuts", and also the guy he was saying that to was like, Martin Scorsese

grabs your hand. you've had enough plot and exposition and character development lately im taking you to the beach episode

Part 27 of ?

if i could Draw. 10 of swords guy but hes doing a thumbs up

he’s ok

happy Mother’s Day to these two queens

a gyro in my future...

Re-Animator (1985) // Dir. Stuart Gordon

you sit around getting older there's a joke here somewhere and it's on me i'll shake this world off my shoulders come on baby the laugh's on me stay on the streets of this town and they'll be carving you up all right they say you gotta stay hungry hey baby i'm just about starving tonight i'm dying for some action i'm sick of sitting around here trying to write this book i need a love reaction come on baby give me just one look you can't start a fire sitting around crying over a broken heart this gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark you can't start a fire worrying about your little world falling apart this gun's for hire even if we're just dancing in the dark