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“Fucked Up Heavy Dub” mix of Fopp (Ohio Players cover) by Soundgarden from the Fopp EP

Cry of the Banshee (1970)

"My children... All my children... Why? Why? You'd better kill me too, Edward Whitman, than let me live with this memory!"

"If your sorcery was so strong, Oona, why didn't you use it to save your children, as you call them, eh?"

#Cry of the Banshee #1970 #british cinema #horror film #vincent price #gordon hessler #Tim Kelly #Essy Persson #Hilary dwyer #Carl Rigg #Stephan Chase #Marshall Jones #Andrew McCulloch #Michael Elphick #Pamela Moiseiwitsch #Elisabeth Bergner #Patrick Mower #Victoria Fairbrother #Hugh Griffith #Sally Geeson #Date night movie #An interesting but flawed film. Feels like it's experimenting in several ways; it's caught between being a throw back to the Corman Poe #Cycle (thus the quote at the beginning and the title and Vincent) but its harder edge and grimmer tone are more in line with the work VP #Had done since coming to England and specifically Witchfinder General. Price himself seems to be going through the motions in some scenes #But elsewhere he's full of beans and giving it his all; he's also back with the late great Hilary Dwyer. Another veteran of Witchfinder and #A recurring costar for VP; but in other ways this is making strange choices and going in unexpected directions. There's a darkness of tone #And a pervading sense of immorality as pretty much every character is corrupted in some way and there really isn't anyone much to root for #The ending feels very modern in execution and tone but this is a bleak and gloomy ride that is spiritually miles away from the colourful #Gothic horror of the Corman Poe cycle. The cast is a lot of fun (I've never seen Michael Elphick look so... Attractive) and the titles (by #An obscure animator called Terry Gilliam....) are beautiful. Plus that poster slaps. Inconsistent and frustrating but always interesting

Marshall cumpleaños el 5 de junio

#marshall jones #Marshall di Rouge

Tenia ganas de dibujar a Al, y pues miren, un genial Marshall!!

Marshall jones @crazyblackbunny

Al. @lurenancot

#My Art #no my story #Marshall Jones #Al #My friend Oc

*jailor voice* ROLES?

|ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE NOW UNLOCKED FOR ASKS|

#tos #town of salem #Nile Dark #Marshall Jones #Pestilence Prey #Hedgewig Fowler #Lars Charmz #Orville Hills #role call

Vinrouge: Hijo, ¿Te acuerdas de Abygail?

Marshall: ¿Abygail? Claro que la conozco

Vinrouge: Bueno, ella pregunta por si...

Marshall: ¿Si quiere verme en una cena y así confesaré mi amor a ella, aceptando la relación y luego de 6 o 7 años de noviazgo nos casemos y tengamos dos hijos los cuales el hijo se llamará como uno de los hijos del sultán Suleiman y la hija como una de las duquesas Romanov y convivan con tu futura hija con Blake?

Vinrouge: Umm de hecho, ella pregunta por si le puedes decir dónde es tu universidad...

Marshall: Oh... :''D

Janet Elizabeth Vinrouge/ Lady di Rouge y Abygail Parker: @mione-laboratory

#bunny things #not my oc #janet elizabeth vinrouge #lady di Rouge #Marshall Jones #Marshall di Rouge #my oc #bunny headcanons

Un dato curioso sería que Al nunca ha comido Ramen. Pero le fascina los nuevos olores.

Por lo general, miras a las personas a los ojos. Eso no aplica para Al (?

Marshall: @/crazyblackbunny

#infamafia oc #Al #marshall jones

✨An Intruder🌟

Orville had just come back to Town, having left for a while to retrieve some books he felt would assist in his endeavours- ones of truth serums, lie detectors and such. He sighed, placing everything down as he unpacked, and that's when he noticed a window was open. The witch felt tense, his stomach jolted in the realization that perhaps someone was inside his house- and well, there was someone. Sitting in Orville's rocking chair was Marshall Jones, chewing at his arms nervously as he eyed Orville with saddened, green eyes. Of course, the witch jumped in alarm and snapped his fingers quickly, causing his attire to change. If it was a fight he wanted, a fight he'd give- but something was.. off. About Marshall.

The blonde when he was influenced, his eyes were always glazed with fury, but now it sat there, soft eyes examining the witch's actions like two gentle lush, emerald orbs. He sighed deeply, pulling his mouth away from his bleeding arms. "I'm sorry I came in uninvited an' all, I thought ya died." Marshall said quietly as Orville cautiously glanced around. "It ain't a trap, Orville. I realized Dorado was usin' me, but that's.." He frowned, scratching his arms. "I wanted t'apologize. Y'know, for tryna kill ya. I really wasn't in the right state if mind."

And then there was a long pause when Orville found out no one else was in his cabin, his teal eyes fell upon Marshall's.

Usually, the freckled blonde would have a bit of a smile, or a serious face. He never expected his eyes to be watching Orville's every move with an expression painted onto him of pure and utter guilt.. but then again, he was biased. This was the man who lashed at him like a wild animal. But, like a wild animal, if cornered they strike even their friends.

"You haven't eaten anything, have you, Marshall?" Orville finally spoke up. Marshall shook his head no. "Haven't since Krypt. Well, not people. Been eatin' bits of.. animals an' stuff. That's besides the point. I came t'apologize an' t'warn ya."

"Warn me? Of what- the rampant Hypnotist?" Orville said, arms beginning to cross.

"It's a Mafia newbie. He's runnin' 'round an' startin' t'kill people. Says he wants t'be the new Godfather."

"Well, didn't you want to be a 'loyal Mafioso' anyways? Why don't you step down then and let him take over, Marshall?"

"Well, 'cause first of all, he wants t'take over the whole town and kill everyone, an' second of all, he's the son of Walter Flores."

Orville went wide eyed, the room fell completely silent except for the soft croaking of Brewer and Wilbert. He then let out a forced laugh. "You're.. kidding right? Walter had a kid?"

"Afraid I ain't kiddin'. His name's Valentino, an' he's already gotten his hands on someone I promised t'protect an' harmed them. For the sake of my family I've brought together an' the sake of yer Coven's safety, I think we need t'work together. Hell, I don't care if I get hurt or die- I wouldn't be able t'live with myself if I knew this piece of shit killed some innocent people in this town."

'Yeah, tell that to Krypt.' Orville thought, frowning as he sighed. The way Marshall put it, Valentino could already have extra muscle. It'd be easy to take him out fast, before he had a following.. he looked at Marshall. "Alright. I suppose we have a truce- but I swear- Marshall- if you even slightly harm me or anyone in the Coven or-.." He shuddered. "John- I won't hesitate to kill you. Dorado controlling you or not, I will personally see to that you get lynched."

"Wouldn't have it any other way, doc." Marshall said as he slowly got up, limping towards the door. "Also, I left ya a lil' gift as a bit of an.. early Christmas gift. I'm hopin' you'll enjoy it. An' I hope we can be as close as we used t'be."

"Don't push it, Marshall."

Once Marshall left, Orville saw a small red box with a green ribbon, and picking it up he felt his heart sink.

What even was Marshall to him? They once were very close friends, but now they were practically strangers..

He opened the box, seeing a knitted red and green sweater, a frog plushie and most importantly, an envelope. Opening it, he saw that Marshall had packed it with loads of money, and a note saying "The least I can do to pay you back. -M"

And so, it was a truce.

#event #marshall jones #orville hills