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I wish for nothing but the sweet release of death, or alternately a really long nap.

Shuri really does wake up every day like: "Still alive? Welp. Time for me to slay the cosmos," and honestly I'd expect nothing less from a Woman In STEM.

Maybe the real Neil Gaiman was the hashtags we found along the way.

Sometimes I doubt that you're the real neil gaiman

Sometimes I doubt that there is a real neil gaiman.

Goncharov Lore Thus Far, based on the top tumblr post results

Main cast are Goncharov himself, his wife Katya (née Michailov), and Andrey 

One side character is named Mario Ambrosini. He is described as a “sad boi” and is involved in gambling. 

Set in Naples and involving a drug ring/mafia. The plot seems to involve Russian organized crime attempting to get a foothold in Italy. 

There is a Boat Scene. Katya survives via resourcefulness. 

Andrey and Goncharov have a substantial amount of homoeroticism. Andrey also has an internet in Katya. This forms a true love triangle. 

At some point, Katya threatens to shoot Goncharov. This is framed as a Girlboss Moment. 

There is also a Beer Bottle Scene. 

Katya fakes her death. 

@wearewatcher I'd like to offer Mr Shane some vindication on this fine day.

Confirmed 2025 horror movie dates!!

(As of this time)

Wolfman- Jan 16th

Presence- Jan 24th

Companion- Jan 31st

Heart Eyes- Feb 7th

The Monkey- Feb 21st

Opus- Mar 14th

Ash- Mar 21st

Sinners- Apr 18th

Until Dawn- Apr 25th

Final Destination: Bloodlines- May 16th

28 Years Later- Jun 20th

Megan 2.0- Jun 27th

The Conjuring: Last Rites- Sep 5th

Him- Sep 19th

Saw XI - Sep 26th

The Bride!- Sep 26th

The Black Phone 2- Oct 17th

Credits: @/possessedbyhorror YT, @/deep_red_perfect_blue INSTA

Will update in the future :]

(Feel free to reblog and update if I’ve missed anything)

@carnivorous-toothache​ *vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass* yeah i could explain.

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So my family has a Gay Pirate Plate.

Stay with me.

We do not know how the hell the Gay Pirate Plate was first acquired. This being a point of contention is actually pretty plot-relevant; the saga of the Gay Pirate Plate began with my grandmother and her sister, who, for some ungodly reason, both BADLY wanted the Gay Pirate Plate and believed it to be rightfully theirs.

I should back up, firstly, to establish: The Gay Pirate Plate is the cheapest, tackiest, ugliest plate in existence.

It is in no way a collector’s item. It is physically impossible for it to complement anyone’s decor, because the colors in it are garish. It’s just a ceramic plate with a gay pirate painted on it, and the painting is, this cannot be emphasized enough, extremely bad.

(How do we know the pirate is gay if he’s just posing on a plate? Listen. Fully 100% to stereotype, but he is. He is gay. There’s an energy. That pirate is a flaming homosexual. That pirate has sex with men and does it frequently. That pirate is fucking gay, all right, he just is.)

Anyway. The point is that this is an extremely cheap and ugly plate with a poorly-executed painting of pirate on it who is like a nine on the Kinsey scale.

My grandmother and her sister fought a blood feud over this plate for their entire lives. It would be on the wall in my grandma’s house, and then her sister would visit, and then it would be gone. She’d visit her sister and the plate would be on the wall and her sister would pretend it had always been there. She would steal it back, hang it up, and, when her sister visited, pretend it had always been there. This continued for DECADES.

When the sister died, the Gay Pirate Plate lived triumphantly in my grandmother’s house. And then my grandmother died. And my aunt, who had lived with her and been her carer throughout her life, rightfully inherited their house.

We visit my aunt after the funeral and stay with her for a week or two.

Me, my sister, and our dad. Her brother.

The three of us look at each other. We don’t say anything. We studiously avoid making eye contact with the Gay Pirate Plate mounted proud and ugly on the wall. We notice one another studiously avoiding looking at it. We notice one another noticing. We say nothing. We come to a silent consensus. We pack up to leave. We get in the van. Our aunt comes out to say goodbye. I loudly announce I need to use the restroom before we leave. She obviously stays outside to continue talking to my dad.

I take down the Gay Pirate Plate, stuff it under my oversized sweatshirt, go outside, and get in the van. She happily waves goodbye as we drive off.

Two days later my dad gets a phone call that opens with hysterical laughter and “You FUCKING ASSHOLE did you seriously STEAL THE PLATE–”

Anyway. The gay pirate plate lives in my dad’s house currently.

But he’s trying to get me and my sister out to visit him. And plate mounts are cheap.

*drinks coffee and returns to factory mode*

I love Klaus just figuring out that he can come back from the dead. Like he fully fell off a twenty story building and was like huh. That was a close one!