Recovering at home and need a diversion, so here it goes. Watching the top 25 instant steaming #horror #movies on #Netflix. Will I survive?

Recovering at home and need a diversion, so here it goes. Watching the top 25 instant steaming #horror #movies on #Netflix. Will I survive?

theparadoxmachine:

victoriawinters:

juliahoffman-md:

afp-darkshadows:

Vicky thinks Sam et co have something to say about her past.

Roger is like bitch please.

“Her past,” LMAO BRANDY TIME

this is the best photoset

 reblogging for all the reasons.

I feel a spiritual connection to this post. 

Roger’s face…BWAHAHAHA!

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WIDE awake and ready to take on the day…not! #mornings #yawn #catzilla #cats #kitty Have an awesome day, sweeties!

WIDE awake and ready to take on the day…not! #mornings #yawn #catzilla #cats #kitty Have an awesome day, sweeties!

cirilee:

cirilee:

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fanfic idea: maggie being fed up with playing the damsel in distress :D

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more Maggs and Will :D

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Did someone say Happy Flyday?!? #Friday #TGIF #puppy #dog #fly #HAPPY

Did someone say Happy Flyday?!? #Friday #TGIF #puppy #dog #fly #HAPPY

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Walt Whitman, “O captain! My captain!

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cousinbarnabas:

Some DARK SHADOWS Facebook timeline banners from days of yore.