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You will not guess where this is going

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Christine Baranski as Martha MayHOW THE GRINCH STOLE CHRISTMAS (2000), dir. Ron Howard

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angel plumbers

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Disco lesbysium

I like... Girl... And turning boys into girls...

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do you think Albert kicks Cooper out of the car so he can smoke a cigarette inside? actually I think he did it once and Cooper wandered off and randomly came across a brutal murder scene totally unrelated to what they were investigating. never again.

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psychiatry likers will be like im so glad to finally have an explanation :) and the explanation in question is oh yes you have symptoms disorder, the disorder that causes symptoms, which we know because you presented with symptoms, a sign of the disorder

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Every succesful buisness woman should have a hung yet virginal femboy secretary for her to abuse and exploit. Butt plugs are just a regular part of femboy work attire. It isn't sexual harassment if it makes him shoot ropes. It's normal for a non compete clause to mention castration.

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I think Bonesaw would have Pippi Longstocking pigtails actually @cpericardium

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An interesting theory from lesbian_mothman on twitter suggesting that Alecto has always been in Harrow. Awesome thread, give it a read.

This also gives a lot of significance to the line in the last act of harrow the ninth where gideon says "Living inside you—if I start I’ll never stop, so we have to move on—was like living in a well, and every time I bobbed to the surface I kind of got clotheslined back down to the bottom. I’m not complaining, I just want you to know."

Was alecto there with gideon, pushing her back down to the bottom?

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We also saw this billboard while we were out tonight and it’s now my favorite sign in the entire state of Minnesota

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"happiness isn't in the having" and other lies you tell yourself

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Belphie is still begging for his medicine every day. I'm sorry boy, you're better now......you don't need it.....

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Everybody at the company Christmas potluck has contributed their own weird, homemade take on classic meals. There's Ted's strange chili, Alanis's bizarrely warped lasagna, and some kind of horrifying jello concoction on the end of the table by Ernesto. Being a home cook is difficult, and serving it to a judgmental audience of hungry coworkers is much more so.

Me, I went with the easy answer: tacos. All I had to do was run the entire contents of my house through a food processor, and then show up with them meticulously organized into little bowls. If I make a bad taco for you, I'm a bad taco chef. If you make a bad taco for yourself, you must be some kind of dipshit idiot, and would never in a million years blame the guy who provided the ingredients and trusted you to make your own food. This is a lot like kit cars.

When I was a kid, a trusted neighbour did something very bad. He bought a Beetle-based kit car. Well, not the whole car. The kit, you see. In case you're unfamiliar, the idea behind these things is that you would get a then-worthless Beetle (now worth more than the neighbour's house,) chop it to little bits and then throw all the oily, smoky parts onto a new frame. Then you'd go racing around in your cool new exotic car that makes less horsepower than the aforementioned food processor.

Lots of these kits got sold, and hardly any got finished. Not only is there the demon dog of procrastination lurking outside your garage at all times, but some serious manufacturing skills are required. You might think that it's just turning wrenches and picking up heavy objects, but, like the tacos, the kit car leaves a lot of details to the imagination.

Sure, you can bolt things together according to the two-page photocopied manual, but then you'll have doors that don't shut, an engine that randomly catches on fire (more than usual for an air-cooled VW,) and the whole thing will fall apart thirty feet down the road. A lot of reading-between-the-lines is necessary. In other words, you need to be competent enough to make your own car, in order to make their car.

Be that as it may, everyone loves tacos, and everyone loves homemade sports cars. In that way, I've only followed the long-standing tradition of avoiding responsibility for shitty manufacturing. What do you mean, "did you fully cook the beef?" It's been in the crock pot for like seventeen hours on low, dude.

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im not christian but i do believe in the power of prayer. for this reason i keep a little homonculus in a dog crate under my bed which i have raised as a devout catholic. whenever i want something in my life to change i poke him with a stick and he clasps his grubby little paws together and starts chanting in latin. his prayers always go through because he has never known sin

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armand dress up time!!

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No Rest

CW: blood

(ID:

image 1: Armand and Daniel facing eachother during the Interview in 1973, Armand’s eyes are out of frame and Daniel is crying

image 2: older Daniel stands in the center of a rushing city and looks over his shoulder, overlayed on the city are the eyes of the vampire Armand

image 3: Armand baring his teeth next to older Daniel’s neck, Daniel’s head is thrown back and they are both covered in blood

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amadeo amadeo

thats my ig handle there yall should follow me there :)