I know I’m way behind on the Scott Pilgrim show but was dressing that catty gay bitch when he’s 40 exactly like that other catty gay bitch when he’s 40 just a coincidence or what
this is it. this is the funniest scooby doo clip
Mike needs a firm hand to ground him and Harvey needs someone to care for, devote himself to— keeping him tethered to the earth.
truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.
Every friend group should have;
You've heard about the Madonna/Whore complex, now I propose Mary/Medea: a fictional mother must be an absolute perfect selfless saint whose identity revolves solely around her children, or else be a selfish abusive demon with no redeeming qualities whatsoever
Them: NOOOOOO!!! YOU CAN’T JUST MARRY SHANE STARDEW VALLEY!!!! HE’S GROSS AND MESSY!!!!!! HE STILL DRINKS SOMETIMES!!!!!!! HE’S NOT A PERFECT HUSBANDERINO NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: ha ha man bounce chicken
Reading Pennywaynes as canon is SO funny because there’s no way to plot it out other than Martha dragging Alfred home, presenting him (in full, mild British fluster) to Thomas, and letting her darling husband know that she’d found a butler for them to fuck together.
He’s an excellent cook, he’s killed an indeterminate amount of people somewhere overseas, and she thinks he’d be lovely to have around for the baby.
My cat haunts my house like a small Victorian ghost. I do not see him… but i sense him. He is always just in the corner of my eye but bever when i turn. The offerings I put out for him are eaten, despite the fact i have never seen him eat.
He is such a curious little creature.