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@frankencomplex
Photo by Breno Machado
Vancouver Daily World, British Columbia, June 27, 1921
Fucking kill it, little girl next door
A FUCKING ICON
“𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥!“ 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡.
"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐭, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 - 𝐚 -”
“𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲-𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲-𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫-𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐧,” 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝.
𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝. “𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬!”
“𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭,” 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲
independent , book - based percy weasley from harry potter. ©
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“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?” - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Re-Animator Directed by Stuart Gordon (1985)
“I will do anything for you” is not a promise I make lightly.
@thineownself liked this & doesn’t get any lyrics at all
charles montgomery is a man of reason. RUMORS are nothing to base one’s fears off of , and FEAR is nothing to a dead man. it shouldn’t be. yet , he swears , if he wracks his brain for inklings of a past that is long - dead , he remembers photographs in the paper of the newly wealthy james patrick march and his grand hotel in the city. yes , charles is even certain his parents stayed in that hotel one thanksgiving and praised its elegance at dinner. he remembers his wife bristling at the name , he remembers some defamation of new money ––––– he also remembers a newspaper on his doorstep years later , only a few years after his own death , which tied the man to killings ? of course , who could be certain of a thing like that ?
but then , looking at him from mere feet away , he can feel his hand squeeze tighter around his near - empty whiskey glass , feels the skin on his neck prickle , as though there really is skin there at all. he tries to swallow his unease. all he can think of is the regrettable kinship shared between the only two men in the room born in the NINETEENTH CENTURY. he almost wishes the connection was gone. a) he had always lacked the charisma necessary for such social settings , b) on a strangely sunny halloween afternoon , it suddenly feels like a cold night , and he just wants to leave the bar at the cortez. unfortunately , his face betrays him , & dark brows furrow , his mouth opens and closes unnaturally. he gives a sort of . . . wave ??
@friendsfought liked this the brain - young frankenstein the musical
“ I don't believe in mummies, ghosts, or ghoulery! ” that , of course , is never a very nice thing to hear from a man who is semi - transparent , and standing in the middle of one’s living room. charles doesn’t quite know WHY anybody would believe such a thing in the first place , though. nor can he comprehend why the girl before him looks off-put. “ I deal in fact not fiction, I am a scientist, I live for truth and reason, && that's the reason I exist. ”
More Memories
🌈- A memory about when they first fell in love
🌋- A memory about their first heartbreak
🏠- A memory about their childhood home/where they used to live
📷- A memory that comes with a picture they have
💡- A memory that comes with an object or keepsake they have
🔪- A memory about a dangerous situation
🎈- A memory about a time they were safe and relaxed
📔- A memory from a journal/diary entry
📝- A memory of them getting to know/meeting my muse
🔗- A memory about their proposal/wedding
🐥- A memory about their children (past, present, or future)
👘- A memory associated with an article of clothing they have
⚔️- A memory about war
🌅- A memory associated with a certain location
🏚- A memory about exploration
🛤- A memory about traveling
🌠- A time they wished upon a falling star
🐕-A memory of teamwork
🐺- A memory about being alone
🌟- WILDCARD
❄️Feel Free to add more memory prompts to this!❄️
𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 :
@frankencomplex.
she’s a tad worse for wear, but a librarian’s job is never done. the bruising on her arms + face have mostly faded, looking more like spots of greyish-yellow dirt. despite all this, + the fact that she likely would rather be anywhere than surrounded by dead strangers, she stands quite solidly. “d-doc-ctor m-m-mon-ntgom-mery?” she hasn’t got a book for him – she’s come to pick one up. “t-tom-morr-row’s th-the … d-d-due d-date. unless-s you … w-wanna ren-newal …?”
to be quite honest , charles had not been expecting annette’s appearance in his house. he hadn’t expected it that day , nor ever , if he thought about it. he had been so appreciative of her delivering his book that he had finished it three times in three days , then set it down && forgot the whole thing ever happened. such is the life of a ghost. nevertheless , he rises from his spot in his armchair ( what had he been doing ? it was possible he hadn’t existed for some days. who could say ? ) and calls up the stairs to reach the voice. “ the book ––– of course , dear. I haven’t forgotten !! ” a lie. “ give me a moment , i’ll go fetch it from ––– er–––––– i’ll go fetch it. no need for renewal. I enjoyed it immensely –– and three times , might I add. go ahead and sit in the living room if you’d like, i’ll be right up. care for anything to drink ? ”
Once Upon A Time I Wrote A Weird Charles/Nora Oneshot ,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and here it is I hate charles/nora bc they are the worst but oh man , they’re fun to write
I was reading through my ao3 and found my percy sorting fic !! so if anyone’s interested : here it is percy was a hatstall and u can tear my hc from my cold dead hands
dearrot:
my immense self hatred VS my delusional god complex