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The struggle is real! I know that feeling, little loach, your tank was breaking my heart with that cladophora infestation. Slowly getting it back together.

Fun Facts About Ian Brady and Myra Hindley

1. When they first started working together Myra developed a huge crush on Ian. She deliberately read William Blake’s ‘Auguries of Innocence’ in front of Ian so he would notice her.

2. Ian, on the other hand, had a crush on infamous Nazi officer Irma Grese, and suggested Myra dye her hair peroxide blonde so she would look more like her (Myra was a true brunette).

3. They had their first sexual encounter on Myra’s grandmothers couch, after seeing a movie.

4. Brady was apparently very frightened of spiders. A friend recalled that Ian would “scream like a girl” if he saw a spider and would refuse to come back into the room until Myra killed it and showed him the body.

5. Both Ian and Myra smoked; Myra’s favorite brand was Embassy Tipped while Ian preferred Golden Flake.


Myra by Marcus Harvey - The work measures 9 by 11 feet (2.7 by 3.4 m). At first sight, it resembles a greatly magnified version of a black and white photograph printed in a newspaper. It was made using casts of an infant’s hand to build up a mosaic of black, grey and white handprints, creating a reproduction of the iconic police photograph of serial killer and child murderer Myra Hindley with bouffant peroxide blonde hair taken after her arrest in 1965

Members of the campus Gay-Straight Alliance were confused when they arrived at the normal meeting space and found it empty with no chairs. Still, many of them just sat on the floor and waited for proceedings to start.

They seemed even more confused when the straight Captain of the campus wrestling team walked in holding a leash that lead to a collar around the neck of the alliance president who was carrying a stool with both hands which he placed in the center of the room and beside which he dutifully knelt. The wrestling Captain sat down on the chair and in doing so became the only person not on the floor.

“Okay see if you faggots can stop staring at me long enough to try to listen to what I’m saying. Your president here spent last night crawling around the wrestling hall bathroom licking toilets clean while me and some buddies took pictures and it also seemed like he was eavesdropping. The wrestling team wants to take a trip this summer to a rented beach house up state. We need time to unwind after we win the big tournament but we’re so busy training and having actual worth to the college, that we haven’t been able to raise funds. When your president heard this and after he had gulped down a mouthful of my piss, he made a proposition. Isn’t that right, faggot?”

The wrestling Captain had grabbed by alliance president’s peroxide dyed hair and made him nod in compliance.

“ You fags have literally nothing to do. You have no competitions to win and the college expects nothing from you so we think that you should raise the money. We’ll probably need about 20 grand in total to cover the place, the food, the booze and keep in mind we all plan to bring plenty of pussy to entertain ourselves. We don’t really care how you do it but we want it all in the next 50 days. Now, we know your president here is in favor of the idea but if there’s anyone here that doesn’t agree, feel free to leave now”.

The room was still, more mature members were sporting obvious hard-ons in their skinny jeans. Two brand new members who had come along for their first night were kneeling in the back row. Both thought about leaving but were completely transfixed on the straight Alpha in front of them.

“Haha, not a single one of you faggots left. I fucking knew it. Okay so organize your fruity little bake sales or car washes. A few of you have cars, I’m sure they’ll catch some cash if you sell them. I’m sure a bunch of you have tickets to that Katy Perry concert coming up. Sell them and hand over the cash. Shit, call your poor parents and beg them if you have to”

The wrestling Captain grabbed the alliance president by his hair and chin and held his face to his own.

“Well i’m sure you scum have a lot of work to do but take this and don’t wipe it off”.

The wrestling Captain roughly cleared his sinuses and spat a discolored loogie right into his fag’s face.

“So long you pieces of shit and keep your eyes on the floor until I’m gone. Remember that’s 50 days!”.

The alliance president waited until he heard the door close to stand up, leash still swinging from his neck and spit still dripping down his face.

“Well, I’m glad we’re all on the same page and I guess we have some work to do”.


The Playboy Murder

Beautiful Dorothy Hoogstratten (better known by her stage name Dorothy Stratten) was a shy, awkward teenager when she met Paul Snider, a money hungry hustler who immediately saw the potential for fame in the buxom blonde. Dorothy had struggled with self-esteem issues her entire life, and despite her ethereal looks she did not consider herself worthy enough of a mans attention until Paul Snider came along.

The two fell in love and got married in June 1978, and soon after the wedding Snider persuaded Stratten to pose for nude photos, which he secretly sent off to Playboy magazine. Just a few months later the pair moved to Los Angeles, where Dorothy became a finalist in the Playboy Bunny Hunt competition. She met Hugh Hefner and worked as a dancer in his Playboy Club, and Snider encouraged her to audition for movie roles. To help her get roles, Snider bullied Dorothy into dying her hair peroxide blonde, and forced her to undertake a gruelling diet and exercise regimen. Dorothy’s hard work paid off when she featured as Playboy’s “Playmate of the Month” for August 1979, and she was also voted “Playmate of the year 1980”.

In 1980 Dorothy starred in her first (and only) movie, ‘Galaxina’, where she plays a beautiful robot. At the movie’s first screening, Hugh Hefner pulled Dorothy aside and warned her to keep away from Snider. “He’s a hustler and a pimp. He’s just using you” Hefner reportedly said. Dorothy made the fatal mistake of telling her husband about this remark, and Snider grew even more jealous and paranoid over his beautiful young wife.

Snider began beating Dorothy, flying into rages about the affairs he believed Dorothy must be having. He prohibited her from leaving the house without him, took away her car keys, and would stand next to Dorothy when she talked on the phone. Her friends desperately tried to seek help for her, but Stratten would always blame herself for his behaviour and make excuses for the bruises that were showing up on her body with increasing regularity.

In April 1980 Dorothy fell in love with Peter Bogdanovich, the director of the new film she had scored a lead role in. Snider hired a private detective to spy on her, and when he discovered his wife’s affair he reportedly threatened to kill Dorothy and “ruin that pretty face”. Dorothy and Peter moved in together at his mansion in Beverley Hills, and by August Dorothy had filed for divorce.

On August 14, 1980, Snider rang Dorothy and asked to meet her at his house to talk about an amicable divorce. Dorothy enthusiastically agreed and withdrew $1000 to give to Snider.

What happened next is unclear. Dorothy arrived at Snider’s house around noon, and at some point during the night Snider beat Dorothy and tied her into an elaborate BDSM harness. He violently raped and sodomized her, before shooting her in the face at point-blank range with a 12-gauge shotgun. Snider raped her dead body again, aimed the gun at his head, and committed suicide.

The landlord of the house discovered the two nude bodies the next day. Dorothy was only 20 years old, and Hugh Hefner wrote this about her in an article:

“Dorothy took my breath away. She had this beautiful inner quality about her that was so charming, so innocent, and it touched everything in the room”

It Only Takes a Taste (2/2)

Prompt: 57 for @sgtbxckybxrnes ‘s AU challenge: Celebrity/Movie Star

Summary: When you run into (literally) a really fucking hot man, you don’t expect to see him again, until he turns up at your cafe a few days later. The both of you ‘click’ instantly, but is he really just the ‘person whose name will turn up somewhere in an indie movie credits’ that he makes himself out to be? Or is he something more than that?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3,211 Words

Warnings: 5/6 Angst, 1/6 Fluff (lol sorry)


Originally posted by campercooperpugfi

Bucky looked on helplessly as the doors of the elevator slid closed, a young lady unknown to him still calling your name until she realised that you couldn’t hear anymore. Out of the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw her slump against the bar, rubbing a hand over her face and pulling out her phone, likely to try contact you. The digital floor numbers moved down to ground level, taunting him as they slowly ticked by. By the time he entered that elevator, you would be long gone from the building. 

As he tried to pull himself away from the group of sickening women, he remembered that woman, calling out your name; she must be your friend, she had to help him. He knew you would’ve found out some point, but surely not so early after meeting each other. The guilt immediately settled him as soon as he locked eyes with you; the betrayed and shocked look on your face, when you realised that he wasn’t who he made himself out to be, and that he apparently already had lots of girls he could be with. 

But the guilt had to wait until he could pour his heart out to you, until he could just explain. He knew you wouldn’t answer him through any forms of social media, so it was no use to try. 

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Blonde Dave Grohl

Dave’s mom: Well, I remember one phase, he peroxided his hair and let it grow halfway down his back (shows a photo).

Dave: Cause that was cool, mom!

Dave’s mom: Nobody else had that.

Dave: Yeah, that’s right. That’s why it was cool. Mine! I owned my bad dye job.

Five Minutes More (Chris Evans x Reader)

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A/N: So I saw this cute af wedding prompt and it was all I’ve ever wanted to write, so here’s some fluffy goodness to make up for the horrendous angst I’ve written before, and the smut that’s going to come- pun totally intended. 

I listened to two songs while writing this- ‘You Always Hurt The One You Love’ by The Mills Brothers and ‘Five Minutes More’ by Frank Sinatra. 

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Ponyboy x Reader The Aftermath of A Rumble

Summary: Reader cleans up Ponyboy after a rumble.

You knew the boys would get back from the rumble soon. You were waiting at the Curtis’ house. Your boyfriend, Ponyboy, said you could stay there to wait for them since that’s where they’d go after the rumble. You were all alone, just sitting there waiting and worrying a bit.

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In Good Time, the actor proves once again the extent of his game. And he enjoys seeing people surprised by his talent! Very frank interview. 

Robert Pattinson laughs a great deal. We did not expect it. Like everyone else, we thought he would be melancholic, distant, taciturn - in short, like the vampire Edward Cullen who made him famous in Twilight. Of course, it’s been five years since then, five years that he’s had several spectacular performances with prestigious directors: David Cronenberg in 2012 and in 2014, James Gray this year … one would believe that by this stage, his reputation would be made. But no. As he emphasizes so joyously–every new film, amazement, everyone realizes that Robert Pattinson is a good actor. And ultra-friendly, moreover. 

The phenomenon has not failed to recur with his latest metamorphosis, Good Time, in French theaters this Wednesday. Selected to be in competition at the last Cannes Film Festival, this thriller was inspired by Pattinson, working with brothers Joshua and Benny Safdie, a promising duo that Martin Scorsese himself took under his wing (he will produce their next film).

Pattinson is playing Connie, a nice boy capable of the worst. To prevent his brother Nick, who suffers from a mental handicap, from being interned in a specialized institution, he drags him into a bank robbery. The money, he says, will be used to buy a farm. Except that Nick is caught and imprisoned. And that, to make him escape, Connie will make all the possible wrong decisions - including dyeing his hair peroxide blonde! Add to that a face streaked with acne scars and a dull beard and you will get a Robert Pattinson so unrecognizable that he could walk the streets of New York without anyone stopping him for an autograph.

Interview with the Le Point: Your performance in Good Time was unanimously well received. What’s funny is that people seems to discover that you are a good actor with every new film …

Robert Pattinson: I wonder how much people think I’m a bad actor to be so surprised by each of my films. Do you think that in ten years they will still say: “Woah, he’s not that bad!”? (He bursts into laughter.) But that’s pretty good, isn’t it? It’s great to be able to surprise people, it gives you a lot of energy. It puts pressure on me in a positive way.

LP: Is it possible for an actor to get rid of the audience’s prejudices? Of the perception it has of you?

RP: I always thought that you had to accept the fact that people who saw you in a role will have a certain idea about you, some expectations. But I think we have more control than we think. It just takes time and work. It’s clear that after five movies in the same vampire role, we can’t expect that people won’t identify him to me. But it would be the same for any role.

LP: People may underestimate you because of Twilight, but it seems that you yourself tend to think you are bad!

RP: Absolutely. (Laughs) I don’t know why. For example, for this film, even if I love it and it was selected in Cannes, my brain couldn’t  help but whisper to me: “It’s going to be a disaster, maybe this film is shitty.” And, as I arrived in Cannes, I was in a terrible mood, ready to fight with everybody. The day before the public screening, I felt pathetic and I was so angry that I was arguing with people about nothing. I don’t know why this happens to me, it’s a strange kind of stress.

LP: Lots of actors avoid reading the reviews about them so as not to feel depressed. You, on the contrary, you devour them …

RP: Yes, and when they are good, I look for the bad ones! (Laughs.) Some reviews are really interesting: they don’t just give an opinion, they are well written and make you think. Besides, I stole quotes from critics several times to bring them out in interviews! (Laughter.)

LP” Today, these reviews say you are at your best, that Good Time is your best role so far. Is it your feeling too?

RP: I don’t know. It’s such a strange industry because it totally depends on what others do. We can only be good to the extent of the opportunities we are offered. With each film, I expect it to be my last one.

LP: You hate doing auditions …

RP: I’m awful during auditions. I really can’t do them. Before Twilight, I had 10,000 auditions and I only got nine jobs. I even lost my agent several times because I was so bad. It’s an anxiety problem. And then I don’t like the balance of power in these auditions: 20 people in front of you who judge you, it’s very humiliating, how can you not feel terribly bad?

LP: Fortunately, today you no longer need this: almost all the directors would be delighted to have you in one of their films, right? Your name is synonymous with fame, fans …

RP: If someone hires me thinking that I’m going to bring an audience with me, it makes me nervous. I can’t guarantee it, nobody can. But I think the people who hire me no longer think about it, so they can’t be disappointed in the end! I should do romantic movies again so that could work! (Laughter.)

LP: You should do a romantic comedy!

RP: I love rom-coms! The other day, I was watching ‘You Got Mail,’ it’s a really great movie, but nobody writes like that any more…

LP: Do you get a lot of offers? How do you choose your projects?

RP: I’m very pro-active. You go crazy if you just wait for something to happen. I try to find directors or screenwriters who are not too well known yet. I set up my Twitter account to follow many journalists who specialize in cinema and I literally spend my days reading reviews and watching movies. For the Safdie brothers, I came across a still from one of their films. I asked my agent if she knew them, but apparently no one had ever heard of them. So I rushed to my phone to ask them for a role, whatever it was!

LP: Are there directors with whom you still dream to work with?

RP: It’s strange because there are a lot of French directors who interest me. I would really like to work with Maïwenn, I think her last film incredible. And Maren Ade! Toni Erdmann is so great. I would like to play in a comedy too …

LP:   It’s so uncommon that a “Hollywood” actor is so attract by European cinema!

RP:  It’s just that I get bored very easily. I don’t like to watch predictable movies. I find it crazy that many actors never watch movies. How can you enjoy being an actor and not enjoy movies? I can honestly say that’s the only thing that interests me!  

My translation of the LePointe interview

Rewatching Gavin’s Game Time with Burnie, and honestly, everything in it is prime FAHC!Gavin material.

From SMG to Rooster Teeth, it’s like he created two separate personas once he started into a different world.

SMG Gavin is quieter—almost shy—and competent, the consummate professional. He’s young, him and Dan essentially built their empire from the bottom up at an astonishingly young age, but it’s obvious he knows how to be in charge. Gavin and Dan both know their strengths, and they rely on each other for support, but Gavin’s the planner, the one to ensure things go smoothly. They run a two-person operation, and all jobs fall to them. Gavin is the hacker, more comfortable behind the screen, but he also is a frontman. He’s focused on his goal, whether that means sitting in front of a computer for 37 hours straight to verify they have the correct codes for their latest two-person heist, or setting up meetings with potential allies in the hopes of expanding their empire. His job is a projection of their ideals, of their sacrifices to get to where they are, and he refuses to let everything they’ve worked for go to waste.

Not to say he isn’t a total goofball. The boys dance around while they wait for clients and they set off explosions in empty alleys just for shits and giggles. Dan rides his motorcycle too fast through London traffic, spurred on by his B laughing maniacally behind him. They know each other better than they know themselves, and while they are well aware that the other is more than capable of defending themselves, they are insanely overprotective of each other, sometimes to the detriment of themselves.

When Gavin moves to Los Santos as the heir apparent, his new persona is sculpted and cultivated through watching Burnie and Geoff.

Burnie teaches him management, how quality is far superior to quantity, and how trust and loyalty within a gang will lead to a stronger empire than fear and money will. He shows him how to spot a bad deal, and how to retreat when there’s no win in sight. But, most importantly, Burnie fosters the creativity in Gavin, and the confidence to continue on in a city that revels in its blood-stained streets.

Geoff teaches him the ways of a frontman, how to be what people want you to be. He tells him to cherish being underestimated, because it will be all the more sweeter when you see the looks on their faces when they realize they were wrong. He teaches him the importance of remaining calm in a deal, of never showing your hand to the person across the room. As a frontman, you’re unflappable, calm, cool, and collected. It’ll help in tough situations, but, more importantly, it’ll piss them the fuck off. Geoff teaches him to enjoy the finer things in life, while not being afraid to get your hands dirty.

“Expect the unexpected,” he tells Gavin. “There’s never a dull day when you’re in a city as depraved as this one.”

Gavin embraces it. He buys $6000 designer gold sunglasses. He dyes his hair bright, peroxide blond. He gets golden plated guns, cars, and rocket launchers. He becomes the Golden Boy, the bright, shining face of the Fake AH Crew.

Gavin won’t say it isn’t taxing. He has responsibilities—to Geoff and the rest of the FAHC, to Burnie and his associates, to Dan—and sometimes it’s hard to keep it all straight in his head. But this is what he was meant to do, and he’ll do what’s needed. Infiltration, extraction, hacking, he’ll do it all. He put countless years of blood, sweat, and tears to become one of the best in his profession, and he’ll be damned if he lets that go to waste.

The Hand That Feeds - NSFW Negan Fic

This is my contribution for @grab-my-boner‘s 1k Writing Challenge. The song I chose was U + Ur Hand by P!nk.

This ties in with my fic “Through The Valley”, but can be read as a stand-alone. Obviously, Lilly and the wives except for Sherry and Amber are OCs. The events of this little story take place between Chapters 6 and 7.

Category: Shameless smut! And some angst I suppose?

Word Count: 2027

Warnings: Negan being a HUGE dick / Negan having a huge dick, heh / Negan’s filthy mouth / Smut (Oral with a sprinkle of objectophilia) / Mention of BDSM themes

Forever taglist: @rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts @kinkozan @redisunamused @lupienne @embracetheapocalypsewithme @lovingzombiechaos

The door to the empty penthouse swung open and Negan waltzed in with his wives following, albeit less enthusiastically. He made a mental note of the clothes, books and dishes cluttering the room before he was swarmed by hands, tits and various other body parts, dutifully rubbing against him and he braced himself for what was coming. Sure enough, the five women started bombarding him with a stream of “What did you get us, Negan?” and several variations thereof and it took all of his mental strength not to roll his eyes and just flee into his room.

“A whole lot of food, water and warm clothes that are going to benefit ALL of Sanctuary.”

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USA Today, NEW YORK — Blondes don’t always have more fun.Robert Pattinson learned the hard way when he bleached his famously coiffed mop to play the amoral Connie Nikas, a greasy New York thug who haphazardly robs a bank and tries to spring his brother out of prison in Good Time (in theaters Friday in New York and Los Angeles). “It was pretty gross. I thought I was going to look a lot trendier than I did,” Pattinson laments. After months of alternating between a black dyed perm and hydrogen peroxide-lightened ‘do, “your hair is no longer hair. It’s just strands of chemicals.”

Temporary hair loss behind him, Pattinson now has his messy locks tucked inside a backwards baseball cap as he picks at a salad (“Too much lemon!”) in the courtyard of Manhattan’s Bowery Hotel. Quaffing water and coffee (“I’m a compulsive sipper.”), he’s soft-spoken yet waggish talking Good Time, which earned him career-best reviews when the pulpy crime thriller premiered at Cannes Film Festival earlier this summer.

People like Connie are “constantly thinking the world is somehow against them,” Pattinson says. “It’s fascinating.”

Pattinson, 31, who became an international heartthrob playing vampire Edward Cullen in the Twilight franchise,veered into more ambitious fare when the series wrapped in 2012, working with auteurs James Gray (The Lost City of Z), David Cronenberg (Cosmopolis) and Werner Herzog (Queen of the Desert). He emailed sibling filmmakers Josh and Benny Safdie after seeing an image of their 2014 drama Heaven Knows What online.

“We had seen, 'Oh wow, he’s picking really interesting people to work with’ and it was kind of an honor that he was even looking at us amongst that group,” Josh says.

Meeting in Los Angeles, “you could just tell that when he said he wanted to be involved and go deep, he wasn’t messing around,” adds Benny, who co-stars as Connie’s mentally handicapped brother, Nick.

Reading the script, Pattinson never overanalyzed Connie’s motivations. He considers the character an “innately narcissistic” and “fundamentally deluded” criminal, who wrings money and resources from his girlfriend (Jennifer Jason Leigh) and a smitten teen (Taliah Webster), only to cast them aside when they’re no longer useful.

“I don’t ever watch a movie and think, 'Oh, I can really sympathize with that guy.’ I don’t give a (expletive),” Pattinson laughs. “If someone’s not interesting, I just don’t care.”

Pattinson came to Queens, N.Y., two months before shooting started last year to get a feel for Connie’s world. He befriended ex-convicts and spoke to corrections officers in Manhattan prisons, where he would arrive in character and try to blend in. The actor also went method with Benny, writing fake prison correspondence and improvising scuffles at a local car wash and Dunkin’ Donuts. To his relief, no one recognized him.

“If someone sees two grown adults having a strange interaction with each other, people avoid it,” Pattinson says. The paparazzi and his rabid fans (known as “Twihards”) were also M.I.A.: “There wasn’t a single cell phone picture of me the whole time. I was so concerned about that happening, because I loved (the idea) of the film world being blurred with reality and having people on the street react to you.”

“I approach every single job like it’s going to be my last one,” Pattinson says.

Pattinson is continually unpredictable in his upcoming projects, starring in new films from foreign directors Claire Denis and Joanna Hogg. The Brit splits his time between London and Los Angeles with partner FKA Twigs, an experimental musician, and says that much of the unwanted attention from Twilight has subsided, thanks in part to his own crafty methods of flying under the radar.

“If you’re in London in the middle of winter, just wear shorts, Oakley sunglasses and a backwards baseball cap, and then everyone’s like, 'Oh, it’s just some Australian guy,’ ” Pattinson says. “I’ve learned different things in different cities.

"But maybe I’m just completely doing it for no reason and I’d be completely fine. The paranoia within myself has definitely died down a bit.”

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