#come in

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price introduces The Bat (1959)

[rotking]

ok if im in an apocalyptic situation and a giant woman in a hockey mask asks to crash at my place im ripping the door off its hinges

[zetevs]

come in ig

[jaredwalkersam]

Jared | mallorca

[i-j0s]

[tonightgraphics]

Could u do come in by weatherday 🙏🙏

weatherday come in themed graphics

i was just listening to weatherday earlier, they're great

[doctorforeseer]

Dr Zayne? Can I just sit with you for a while? You can keep working, you don't need to pay attention to me or anything. The world is just loud, and where you are is safe. 💜

Zayne barely looks up at first, pen still moving, the quiet scratch of it filling the room like a steady heartbeat. But there’s a subtle shift when you speak. “…You don’t have to ask permission for that.”

He gestures vaguely toward the couch beside his desk without lifting his eyes from the page. “Sit. Or lie down, if you want. Just… don’t fall off. I’m not carrying you back up.”

“The door’s closed. No one’s coming in. You’re fine here.” The room settles around you, papers neatly stacked, the faint scent of ink and something clean, something unmistakably him. Every now and then, he glances over. Not obvious. Just enough to check you’re still there. Still okay.

After a while, without looking up, he reaches over and slides something across the desk toward you, a small offering. A warm drink. He must’ve made it earlier. “…If it gets too loud again,” he murmurs, “stay closer.”