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The Munsters - Whitman coloring book cover art (1965)
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🎬🦇 That's wrap on filming #TheMunsters - time to fly back home! 🦇🎬
#the munsters#rob zombies the munsters#sheri moon zombie#jeff daniel phillips#daniel roebuck#lily munster#herman munster#grandpa munster#1313 mockingbird lane#mockingbird lane#that's a wrap
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Wei Wuxian: Jiang Cheng, note to self. Remember 1600 Joshua Lane.
Jiang Cheng: You can't give me your note to self. It's a note to yourself.
Wei Wuxian: Fair enough. "At that moment, Wei Wuxian found himself alone. Unable to face the journey ahead."
Jiang Cheng: You can't do your own omniscient narration either.
Wei Wuxian: Let's see what's at 1313 Mockingbird Lane.
Jiang Cheng: That's the Munsters' House, it was 1600 Joshua Lane.
Wei Wuxian: Thanks note to self.
#mdzs#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#the untamed#mo dao zu shi#cql#mxtx#incorrect quotes#incorrect mdzs#incorrect cql#wei wuxian#jiang cheng#source: psych
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Flamingoes
Title: Flamingoes
Rating: Teens and Up
Warnings: canon typical violence as Sam and Dean get hurt
Word Count: ~1790
Tags: Pick a Season, Dean x Reader (loosely), mild flirting, whump, Dean whump, Sam whump, humor, angst, drama, YOU is reader, hunt of the week type story
Summary: You don’t expect to leave your house and find Dean Winchester bleeding out all over your lawn flamingoes…
For @badthingshappenbingo prompt: confined to bed rest
You aren’t expecting to walk out your front door and find someone facedown in your lawn flamingoes.
Not at five in the morning, anyway.
The only time you tend to walk out your door and discover someone passed out on your lawn is when the odd frat boy who partied hard the night before didn’t make it back to their off-campus housing before they lost consciousness.
University is on winter break, however.
All the partying concluded a week ago, in fact.
Without anyone taking a nap in your flamingoes.
Curious as to who this person was, why they were facedown in your lawn display, and how they ended up there, you set your purse and travel mug on the porch and meander over to investigate.
You smell the blood soon as you get within a foot of their prostrate form.
Alarm shoots through you and your belly clenches.
Reports of wild dogs attacking people has been headline news for the last few weeks.
You, yourself, treated a few victims for bite wounds, in fact.
Once you turn the injured person — a man, you quickly realize — over, though, you realize he hasn’t been attacked by wild dogs.
No, whoever this fella was, he’s had the absolute crap beaten outta him.
One eye is swollen completely shut, blood trickles from his nose, and there’s small rips in his lip and right cheek barely crusted over.
He likely had internal injuries, as well.
Most alarming, though, is the large laceration you discover on his right side.
“Shit…” you breathe out as you sit back on your heels, eyes glued to that ugly gash, brain a whirlwind of thoughts, and fingers rattling with nervous energy. “Shit shit shit…”
He needs more help than you can give him so you pull out your phone and dial 9-1-1 while checking that he is, in fact, alive.
His pulse is faint but strong.
A good sign despite the amount of blood he’s clearly lost.
“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”
“I need an ambulance,” you say as you carefully peel blue plaid and a black undershirt away to get a better look at the gash. “There’s a man in my yard who has been stabbed.”
“Is the man conscious?”
“No.”
“Is he breathing?”
“Yes, but he has lost a lot of blood.”
“Okay, ma’am, what’s your address?”
“1313 Mockingbird Lane.”
“Okay, an ambulance is on the way.”
“Thank you.”
You return your phone to your pocket as you try to think of something you can use to staunch the blood oozing from the man’s side.
The only thing you have that’s handy is the scarf your mom knitted you for Christmas a few years back. Knowing your mom, and how she’d say she can always knit you another scarf, you pull it off and press it to the wound.
A groan pushes by bloodless lips but the man doesn’t open his eyes.
You find yourself oddly disappointed about that.
Something you shouldn’t be given how the guy clung precariously to life.
“Sammy…” you swear you hear him utter. “Sammy…”
If Sammy is a friend, family member, lover or the person who stabbed him, you dunno.
All you can do is keep him calm while you wait for the paramedics to arrive.
“Hold on,” you tell him as you hear sirens in the distance. “Help is on the way.”
“Sammy…” is all he says again
Things become chaotic after the paramedics and police arrive. You find yourself answering questions as paramedics work on saving the man’s life.
It’s not like you can tell them much.
You only found the guy, after all.
You agree to a search of your yard when the deputy asks if it’s okay.
What else are you supposed to say?
Guy is stabbed and left to die in your front yard but no, don’t canvas for clues?
Deputies find a blood trail leading from the side of your house into the forest.
You have no idea if they find anything else as you decide to follow the ambulance to the hospital.
You tell yourself it’s because you need to get to work, anyway, but the truth is you kinda feel responsible for the guy.
He was left to bleed out in your flamingoes, after all.
You feel as if you’ve been hit by a bolt of lightning when Nan comes over to tell you the fella woke up long enough to tell her his name’s Dean.
“Dean?” Your brow furrows as that name bounces around inside your head. You know of a guy named Dean but there’s no way this guy and that one are one in the same. The odds of that are simply too astronomical. “Did he say his last name is Winchester?”
“Yes.” One of Nan’s brow quirks. “I thought you said you didn’t know him?”
“I don’t.”
“How’d you know his name then?”
“One in a million guess.” More like one in a million chances of an event like this happening. “He’s the son of a guy my uncle Brody worked with when he was living in Lawrence, Kansas.” Your lips purse. “John is his name, I think.”
Who, you realize now with a curl of dread, also had a son named Sam.
One that might’ve affectionately been called Sammy by his brother.
“He has a younger brother,” you tell Nan. “Sam.”
“He asked about someone named Sam right before we took him into the OR.” A worried expression crossed Nan’s face. “Do you think his brother might have been attacked, too?”
“It’s a possibility.” You pull your phone from your pocket. “I’m going to call the deputy still at the scene and let him know there might be another victim.”
Another victim is rushed into the ER before you dial the number.
You let out a small gasp as they roll him by on the stretcher.
You don’t need a degree in criminology to figure out this is Sam Winchester.
His face looks as if it was used as a punching bag by Mike Tyson. One eye is already turning black while the other looks as it is not too far behind.
His lower lip is puffy, the top bleeding from a cut in it.
Bruises are already creeping black over the parts of his face not covered in blood.
More bruises form a band around his throat from where he had obviously been choked.
Whoever attacked the Winchesters had done so with the intent to cause them as much physical pain as possible before killing them.
Why, you have no clue.
Sam’s wheeled into a trauma room before you can get an idea of any other injuries he might’ve sustained. If he was as unlucky as his brother, he probably had internal injuries, as well as a laceration to either his right or left side.
They were alive, though, and that’s what mattered, you told yourself.
😈😈😈😈😈😈
“You don’t gotta fuss over us like this,” Dean tells you as you tuck the blanket around him. “Ain’t the first time Sammy and I got our asses kicked and it won’t be the last time, I promise you.”
“Yes, but you got your asses kicked practically in my backyard,” you say as you move the laptop Dean insisted on using despite your repeated reminders of his needing rest. “I still have the bloody flamingoes in my front yard as a reminder of where they dumped you after beating the crap out of you.”
Dean rolls those incredible green eyes of his.
“You still don’t gotta fuss over us.”
“You just hate being confined to bed,” comes from Sam in the other bed. “Admit it.”
“No, I hate being confined to bed rest.” Dean flashes that lopsided grin of his. The one that turns your knees to jelly and your brain to mush. “I’d be perfectly content being confined to bed if I had someone in it to keep me company.”
That someone obviously being you.
A fact Dean’s made absolutely clear in the three days he’s been there.
You initially thought he was pranking you by flirting with you so outrageously.
Especially since guys like him tend to ignore you because you’re the farthest from a Kardashian as one could get.
No, you discover Dean quite means what he says.
Making him truly special in your books.
“You’re in no condition for anyone to keep you company,” Sam teases lightly. “You can’t even walk to the window without her help.”
“Like you can?”
“I’m not the one hitting on our nurse.”
“You two are lucky whoever stabbed you missed your vital organs,” you interject before the argument can escalate. “Inch or two more to the left or right and neither of you would be here right now arguing over .”
“They missed on intention.” Sam grimaces as he shifts himself into a more comfortable position. “If they wanted us dead, trust me, we’d be dead.”
“That’s why you should tell Sheriff Connelly who the people are that attacked you.”
Something you have been urging them to do since they woke up in the hospital.
You’re beating a dead horse, however as Dean replies with his usual gruff answer.
“We’ll handle the sons of bitches our way.”
You let the matter drop.
Not because you in any way are conceding the argument but because it’s how hunters tend to handle things.
Something you found out Sam and Dean are after a talk with your uncle Brody.
Who shocks you when he tells you he’s a hunter, as well.
You take it all in your usual stride, though.
It’s not like you haven’t suspected the monsters in the dark are real.
You just know now there are hunters like Sam and Dean Winchester out there stopping them.
Well, trying to, anyway, you amend as you gather up the dirty sheets and blankets.
“What do you boys want for supper tonight?”
“Pie?” Dean’s eager, hopeful look has your lips twitching. “Apple?”
His favorite you’ve come to find out.
Something you have in common.
Along with a love for classic rock and Scooby-Doo.
“Good thing I baked one after breakfast,” you tease as you glance over at Sam. “Apple good for you, too?”
“With vanilla ice cream?” He blinked those great big puppy dog eyes of his. “And caramel syrup?”
“You got it.”
#supernatural#dean winchester#sam winchester#jensen ackles#jared padalecki#dean whump#Sam whump#whump#fanfiction#supernatural gifs#sam and dean winchester#spn whump#spn fanfic#spn fanfiction#gifs#flashing gif#dean x female!reader series#dean winchester x you#dean x you#Dean x reader#Sam and Dean whump#Scorp writes fanfic
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Custom lot: 1313 Mockingbird Lane
Good evening, I am literally here at the 11th hour LOL! Tonight, I bring to you in the spirit of Halloween a cute little gothic style home. This lot is NOT CC-free. There is just a little bit from @pixelated-sim such as the wallpaper on the exterior, The large tree, the chair shaped like a hand, and the windows. Beautiful pumpkin decor on the front porch from @angelapleasant. Bedroom furniture from Holy Simoly.
As always make a backup of your game before installing this or any DLC into your game to prevent permanent loss of all your hard work in your game.
This home is modestly furnished to keep lag to a minimum (::cough:: not because I suck at decorating). Feel free to add or remove what you like and enjoy it in your game. If you want to exclude all the CC, you can use Clean Installer.
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The Munster family residence, 1313 Mockingbird Lane
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Link to the results of part one
Link to the results of part two
#american horror story#american horror story murder house#ahs#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf#game of thrones#the shining#doctor sleep#the addams family#the munsters#dungeons & dragons#crimson peak#the dreams in the witch house#batman
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5 YEARS AHEAD OF THE TIME! (Garage Revival)
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Fuzz, Acid and cuban heels! Surfadelic is proud to present “5 YEARS AHEAD OF THE TIME!”, a garage revival comp. featuring THE HOODS, THE NOMADS, RICHARD AND THE YOUNG LIONS, PURPLE MERKINS, SKY SUNLIGHT SAXON & FIREWALL, THE WYLDE MAMMOTHS, THE CREEPS, THE LEARS, THE STEMS, THE FLESHTONES, FOXBORO HOT TUBS, ROKY ERICKSON, THE NEANDERTHALS, THE THANES, 1313 MOCKINGBIRD LANE, COSMIC DROPOUTS,…
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The lesson I want you to learn is it doesn't matter what you look like, or that's what Rob Zombie's hoping for at least?
The year is 1964 and everyone's television was taking them down to 1313 Mockingbird lane for the first time to meet a wholesome new friendly family. The Munsters, although this wasn't your typical family; be it Herman Munster played by the late great Fred Gwynne who some may recognize as the judge in my cousin Vinny (1992) or as Jud in Stephen Kings Pet Sematary (1989). Yvonne De Carlo as Lily Munster who also started in the Ten Commandments (1956). Al Lewis as grandpa Munster who was in used cars (1980) Rock 'n' Roll highschool forever (1991) and yes Ramones: raw (2004) because Al Lewis knew how to party. Also featuring Pat Priest as Marilyn and Butch Patrick as Eddie. It was simple really, a normal family like any other except the father was a Frankenstein monster, the wife was a vampire and grandpa was Dracula, the son was a Wolfman leaving Marilyn (the niece) a human to be the ugly duckling of the family so to speak. It would have wholesome family moral values discussed in episodes with occasional cheesy gags throughout the show. The show was moderately successful with 2 seasons, 2 movies, a mini cartoon movie, a reboot movie and today this.
When Rob Zombie took this opportunity I wasn't sure how I felt. Sure he's a fan and he'll treat it with care as everyone around me said; but I didn't feel that way especially when the first thing I heard was his casting. Now first I'm not trashing on the acting abilities of any actors here I enjoy the movies each of them do and their parts. The thing is directors typically cast the part by who's the best fit and actor for the role. Try outs are held and they go through processes. Yes sometimes they pick their friends for certain parts but he seems to do that a lot. His first choices were his wife of course, and his friends that have been in other movies of his. Another thing is he does a great job at directing and cinematography in my opinion but he needs others to help if not take over the script writing. We all enjoyed the white trash bits in devil's rejects because it fits in that movie, but once he did Halloween and added in his white trash touch, it just ruined it. That's an article for another day so let's move on to the new trailer.
Rob Zombie's newest movie, a love story, the first he's done. Has dropped and it's a reboot of a classic, one of my all time favorites, The Munsters. Being hailed by the internet as one of the worst trailers ever released I've watched it several times now. To begin I will say when the teaser dropped, the black and white remake of the opening of the original. I was excited and had some mixed feelings. The characters looked pretty decent although grandpa had some extra liberties taken making him seem off, which was fine. For the most part everything seemed ok I gave it the benefit of the doubt. Then the new trailer hit and like most of the viewing audiences watching it I was very concerned as a fan what was done to the property I so dearly loved. The money put into making this movie does not reflect on the trailer and it looks like a "made for TV" cheap knock off movie done in a hurry. The voice of Herman is awful and he doesn't fully look the part in every aspect but it hits worse when that voice pierces your ears. The effects and lighting looks horrendous. Although the color looks fun and unique it shows it would be better in black and white. Now it still looks somewhat cute and fun in a way if this were not to be a big budget movie that was a reboot of a beloved classic I would be on board totally.
That being said after watching it a few times I've come to my final conclusions to give the movie a chance and here's my words of hope. In the trailer Grandpa makes Herman who later meets Lily and falls in love. My belief is that bc Herman was just made a.k. born he's going through a form of puberty and that's why his voice is not low and weird. Also this may be a way to keep the story at bay, by not revealing everything in the trailer. I think this is a flashback of how Lily and Herman met and married and moved to 1313 Mockingbird Lane. That the rest of the movie looks good and it's going to be a different all great film but the memory is hooky because it's a memory. That's theory and I'm hoping it'll go in that direction.
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Person: Rob Zombie is gonna RUIN the Munsters he's gonna make them bloody and gritty and sexual and nasty and kill my childhood and I hate him! ! ! Why couldn't we have just had more Mockingbird Lane episodes?!
Mockingbird Lane: *Herman and Lily have sex, Grandpa hates the lower class, Grandpa murders people and the whole family is fine with it, there's blood and gore, Eddie kills a kid in werewolf form, Marilyn's bio mom wanted to eat her, homeless people's corpses are in the walls of 1313 Mockingbird Lane*
#this is not ML hate btw#but don't you dare hate on Rob for gritty reboots (which he hasn't even done with the Munsters)#when you are a fan of a gritty reboot yourself#the munsters#mockingbird lane#rob zombie's the munsters#rob zombie
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5, 12, 16, 25. i’ll reblog too <3
-calla xx
5. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
A: I USED TO in the last like 10 years! And I still have some special stuffies but i don't sleep with them just because I don't want my dog to get a hold of them and chew on them :(
12. Who are 5 people I want to hug rn?
A: YOU, Elvis, Matthew, my grandpa (RIP) and my kitty :)
16. Want any tattoos? What of?
A: I'm gonna get my grandpa and aunt's birthday and death dates, 1313 mockingbird lane, some sort of harry potter tattoo, and a tattoo based on a book my grandfather used to read to me practically every night
25, FAVE DECADE!
A: I enjoy this decade because I know you, and we have internet and stuff BUT if you're asking about my FAVE ELVIS DECADE is a tie between late 60's (68-69) and 70's (seventies in general bc of BDE)
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𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 and Spot had been rough-housing again, but this time their fun had led to a loud, accidental crash. Aunt Lily was very upset her crystal ball had been destroyed, particularly as it had been an anniversary gift, and Eddie looked quite sorry.
Marilyn was sorry too; not only for her aunt, but she had so been looking forward to more crystal reading lessons.
"Maybe I can find a spare somewhere around here, Aunt Lily," she suggested as she consoled the older woman. "You and Uncle Herman have so much stuff stored up in the attic, I could start there. I know there's none of the same sentimental value, but at least we'll have a crystal ball again."
Lily agreed; after all, they just didn't make quality crystal balls anymore. She went to finish making lunch (with Eddie on tow to sit in the corner and Spot back outside) and Marilyn headed upstairs.
The old, cluttered attic offered many objects: things brought from the old country, gifts from visiting friends and relatives, trinkets or tools someone or other had bought on a whim and realized they didn't actually have much use for it. She moved around a heavy urn, a trunk of old spell books, and a sheet-covered statue to finally reveal what she'd been looking for. It even had the clawed stand for it to sit on.
She studied it for awhile, examining its condition, and realized it was showing her a vision. There was a familiar street sign... a yard that looked familiar... and a lone figure walking past them up. Someone she didn't recognize and got an odd feeling about.
Who was walking up 1313 Mockingbird Lane?
#✶ — › the best moats are made of good manners ↳𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛#starter rp#starter call#the munsters#the munsters rp#marilyn munster rp#horror rp#indie rp#crossover friendly#spooky rp#roleplay#tumblr rp#✶ — › you didn't have to make up stories about beasts and monsters ↳𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜
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Mean Machine shows for Halloween weekend! Friday 10.28: The Warehouse, Amityville Saturday 10.29: 89 North, Patchogue (at 1313 Mockingbird Lane) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkLyyhGJqtb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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