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Todays shark is...

The Zebra Shark!

Fun Fact: Zebra Sharks are sluggish during the day possibly because they are nocturnal animals!

for all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me

YOU hates terfs

Ghost food appreciation food

Autumn wall hanging, but make it sharkcore

So I haven't seen many movies, especially not horror movies- but it's Halloween season and I'm feeling a little down about the lack of spirit. Please recommend some good Halloween classics to watch, I already plan on The Craft, Trick or Treat, and Chucky. I also welcome children's or non-horror movies just as much, I literally just rewatched Scary Godmother :) (Assume that if it exists, I probably haven't seen it, no matter the popularity)

They were so old gay couple that bicker all the time. They were so ex boyfriends but still friends with each other's friends core

anyone else think they had something going on

Same person same exact font

horror sub-genres: children horror

✧☽ HALLOWEEN 2024 MOVIE NIGHT ☾✧

(1/?) SCARY GODMOTHER: halloween spootakular (2003) dir. ezekiel norton

This is the definition of Chaotic Evil.

Most immortals become the angsty “everyone I have ever loved is gone” kind of immortal. You, on the other hand, instead took it upon yourself to be a loving presence to entire generations of your chosen family, because they are descended from someone you once loved long ago.

Longhorn Spiny Orbweaver (Macracantha arcuata), family Araneidae, Singapore

photograph by Janice Ang

your dash has been BATFLIED

reblog to batfly other dashes

Sorry I just have to write a quick one shot about this. Bones is convinced by Booth to finally watch The Addams Family now that she's older to show her it's better than she thinks.

MORTICIA

The cold air nipped at Temperance Brennan's toes, making her tuck her legs under the warm blanket surrounding her and her daughter. It was October, and the chill in the air and light of the full moon had brought an air of that sort of spookiness Halloween brings.

"Booth, I don't know. I don't think I will like this."

"Bones, I promise you'll love it. Just give it a chance?" Booth was fiddling with the case of a DVD he and Christine had just bought, The Addams Family. He looked at her with those pleading, puppy dog eyes that told her that he wouldn't take no for an answer. Brennan pulled the blanket over her lap more, tracing the threads in thought.

It was just a movie. There's no way it could be as bad as she thinks. But then again, she couldn't put herself through something that might bring those memories to the front of her mind. Although, that was some time ago...

She looked up at Booth, who was waiting for a response with a goofy smile.

"Mommy?" Christine looked up at her. Her little lip stuck out in a pout. "Can we please watch this movie?"

She had told her daughter that she could stay up a little later tonight for movie night, and she was so excited that she accompanied her father to the store to buy the movie. Apparently, when Booth saw the movie in the bargain bin, he had told her all about how he loved it as a kid and how funny it was. It was more than enough to convince her.

Well. Brennan couldn't say no to both her husband and her daughter. Especially not when they both looked so excited. Sighing, she breathed out a defiant "Alright."

Cheers erupted from the two as Booth put the DVD in the slot and turned on the TV.

"You're gonna love this." He swayed his hips in a funny little dance that made them all giggle and made his way to the couch.

I hope so, she thought.

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"Shes out like a lightbulb," Booth said, walking back into the living room with a smirk, "Meaning we-" He chuckled- "Get some time to ourselves."

He sat down on the couch next to Brennan, who was staring out the window deep in thought.

"Bones?"

She snapped back to reality, but still seemed kind of out of it. "Sorry, I was.... Thinking."

Booth looked concerned. "About what?"

Brennan raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips. "I should probably get these out of here." She motioned to the glasses on the end table with her head, then got up to take them to the sink.

Booth called from the couch. "Bones, what's wrong?"

"Uh.. Nothing!" The water filled the dirty glass in her hand. Heavy.. why did her chest feel so heavy? Why did it feel as if there was a rock lodged in her throat? She didn't understand. She liked the movie. It wasn't terrible at all. But then why did she feel like something about herself was wrong? Why did-

Suddenly, big, comforting arms wrapped themselves around her waist. Then a kiss on the cheek. Then a head on her shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

Small tears welled up and her throat felt tight. Placing the glass in the sink, she turned to face him. She looked into her husband's eyes, peering into the deep, calming brown that currently held concern for her. Then she understood.

"I... Thought I was over this. I- I thought it couldn't get to me anymore."

Booth furrowed his brow and frowned. "...I'm sorry Bones, I didn't mean to hurt you..."

Brennan shook her head and looked away. "You-" she sighed and shuffled her feet- "You didn't. I really enjoyed myself. I don't even know why I'm acting like this" she said, wiping a tear from her eye. Releasing herself from his arms, she walked over to the barstools and sat down. "I don't.." She huffed and placed her arms on the counter, clasping her hands. "I don't understand."

He followed her to the opposite side of the counter. "Understand what?"

She paused for a moment, then looked up at him.

"I don't understand why they called me that."

Silence surrounded them. After all this time, after growing up and getting the life she deserved, Morticia still rang through her ears like an old church bell. It still stung and pierced her heart.

"Am I really perceived that way? An outcast? Someone who cuts roses off their stem, who brings misery and darkness wherever she goes?" Brennan fidgeted with her nails. "Am I really Morticia...?"

Booth sighed and bit his tongue. He lowered himself to the countertop, folding his hands and resting his forearms. He waited a moment to speak, trying to find the best way to word what he wanted to say. "...Yes."

"...What?"

"Yes. You're Morticia."

Brennan stared back in shock. She didn't know what to say. Then Booth continued.

"You.. are... a beautiful, smart, talented and strong woman. You're the most amazing, world renowned and respected person in your field. You are surrounded by death and darkness, but you bring hope and light out from under it. You have looks that could kill. You have a wonderful life and two beautiful kids. You go through so much but your eyes sparkle through it all. Of course..." He smiled at her, placing his hand in hers. "You're Morticia."

A tear dropped to her chin. She smiled and chuckled, gripping his hand. "I am?"

Booth gently lifted his thumb to her face to wipe away her tear, letting it linger.

"You are."

Brennan crossed her brow and smiled. She leaned in and placed her forehead on his. She could feel the tears dropping but couldn't care less.

I am. Aren't I?

She chuckled and leaned in for a kiss. "If I'm Morticia, I guess that would make you Gomez."

He kissed her back. "Oh, yes it would. A devilishly handsome, devoted husband to such an intelligent, sexy wife? Of course I am."

Brennan laughed and kissed him again. "Intelligent and sexy, huh?" "Mhmm." "I am definitely both of those things. Wait, then who would Fester be?" "Aubrey for sure." She laughed. "Well now thats just mean!" "Well it makes sense.......

Concept: Booth, Brennan, Christine, and Hank dressing up as The Addams Family for Halloween. Fuck you, people who made fun of Brennan in high school by calling her Morticia. She IS a sexy, happily married lady who likes working with the dead!

im sure this has been done already but uh mimiku

Chimera

Acrylic on canvas, August 2024

it’s ween

I’m trying to get back into making my more labor intensive moths. This little Death’s-head hawkmoth is hand painted and embroidered on silk

🖤🧡💀🤎💛

However will I emphasize these words? How could I ever express that this sentence is spoken aloud?

The humble quotation mark:

You guys ever have a dream about something and go "WOW guess I'm not over that"