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alicentpark

this scene alone should be enough for queer eye to win another emmy

mind--master

eternalanimation

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@staff TWENTY SEVEN HOURS ONE MINUTE TWENTY FIVE SECONDS UNTIL YOU DIE!

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@staff TWENTY FIVE HOURS THIRTY SEVEN MINUTES TWELVE SECONDS UNTIL YOU DIE

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@staff TWENTY FOUR HOURS UNTIL YOU DIE

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@staff FOURTEEN HOURS TWENTY MINUTES EIGHTEEN SECOND UNTIL YOU DIE

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@staff TEN HOURS ONE MINUTE THIRTY FOUR SECONDS UNTIL YOU DIE

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@staff SEVEN HOURS FOURTEEN MINUTES TEN SECONDS UNTIL YOU DIE!

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@staff FOUR HOURS TWENTY MINUTES UNTIL YOU DIE

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@staff ONE HOUR FOURTY FIVE MINUTES THIRTY SIX SECONDS UNTIL YOU DIE!

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good bye…. my friends…..

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it was an honor….

yayroos

For everyone’s information:

The plan for the 17th, when the adult content ban comes in, is to protest.

To do that, we are making as much noise either side of the 17th as possible, and using the site as normal.

On the 17th, dead silence.

People are saying log off but what they really mean is don’t open the site or the app.

But, on the 17th make as much noise as possible on every other platform. Tweet about it and post on facebook and instagram and everywhere else.

What this does is causes a massive dip in ad revenue for one single day. That does not make staff think ‘oh everyone’s gone let’s shut down.’ What it actually makes them think is ‘oh shit people aren’t happy and if people don’t keep using our site we’re out of money and out of jobs.’

A boycott reminds a company that the users (consumers) have the power to make their site (business) worthless with one single coordinated decision.

If you want to join in, here’s what to do:

Do:

Close all open instances of the app and site on all your devices before the 17th

Make posts before and after the 17th on tumblr and other platforms, talking about why this ban is bad

Make posts on other sites during the 17th. Flood the official tumblr staff twitter and facebook with your anger and your opinion

Come back on the 18th and check in

Don’t:

Delete the app from your phone (this doesn’t affect their revenue and since it’s off the store at the moment it’ll be hard to get back)

Delete your account. I mean you can if you want to, but if you keep your account and don’t use it you’re saying to staff that there’s still time to save it. If you delete it’s hard work to come back.

Open the app or website (including specific blogs)

Make any posts (turn down/off your queue and make sure nothing is scheduled)

Go quiet elsewhere. Make it clear that this is just about tumblr, not a mass move away from all social media.

Remember: the execs don’t care about anything but money. Shutting down the site means there’s $0 further income from it. That’s their last possible course of action. If we make it clear we’re not happy, they’ll have to do something or we can do more and more until it becomes too expensive.

Protests take commitment. They’re a defiant action against a business that is doing something wrong. They will try to scare you into not participating, because they’re scared. We hold all the power here, sometimes the execs just need to be reminded of that.

zombieland-userboxes

This user is pro tits and anti nazi

xxxxxljock

Joshua Andrew

wartortling

whatever, its gonna get deleted anyway so here have this 💗

beepbeepbeepbeep-deactivated202

send butt pix before the purge

beepbeepbeepbeep-deactivated202

oh lord

snyggvur

Reblog for butt pix in ur inbox

wolfstravelsinmind

Options are being brought to us, now. Read this open letter then peruse their option. -Wolf

OPEN LETTER

To: Tumblr Jeff D’Onofrio, Tumblr CEO New York City, New York, United States

Dear Jeff D’Onofrio,

On December 17, Tumblr will be banning porn from its site.

By banning “adult content” from your website in truth you categorically ban sex workers regardless of how they are using your platform. You cut them off from the ability to build an audience for their work, and what’s even worse, you declare their very existence as obscene.

Tumblr allows every content creator, artist, or small entrepreneur to build an audience and communicate with this audience at any moment in time - if you do not work in the adult industry of course.

Many brands use social media to sell products. Social media and eCommerce are interlocked. You take this now away from every adult content creator around the globe. And that is wrong.

You mentioned in a blog post titled “A better, more positive Tumblr”:

“There is no shortage of sites on the internet that feature adult content. We will leave it to them and focus our efforts on creating the most welcoming environment possible for our community.”

You are wrong: There is a shortage of sites on the internet that feature adult content, in particular when it comes to shadowbanning and the ability to also advertise on these sites.

Look, here is what we do:

Sharesome is a site that welcomes all the people that you just kicked off your platform. You gave them time until December 17th to export a backup of their blog to save their years of work. Meanwhile we will develop an import tool, so they can move to us, and we leave you with all the white supremacist Nazi blogs – because we ban that kind of shit.

Regards,

Tudor Bold Ralf Kappe CEO, Sharesome Founder, Sharesome

marriedandfucking

Posting for reference and for others to see.

foxyshadow

@instructor144 did you see this?

instructor144

I did not.

throathammertime

Reblog the shit out of this.

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Let’s reblog like hell

jasper-rolls

remember that sasuke figurine that could hold up like literally fucking anythign

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atomicpowered

And my personal favorite

frxppy

ARE YOU KIDDING ME

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I had to reblog this, I’m sorry

comic-canary

This is back and I will never not reblog

lovelyass

omg this is so hot

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Ask me these probing NSFW questions ‘cuz I’m bored

SEXYTIMES EXPERIENCES

1. How many people have you had sex with?

2. Can you remember the names of everyone you’ve slept with?

3. With whom did you first do the sexytimes? Was it good?

4. What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?

5. What’s the worst sex you’ve ever had?

6. Where’s the most unusual place you’ve had sex?

7. Where’s the most unusual place you’ve masturbated?

8. Have you ever been caught doing the sexytimes?

9. If you masturbate, when did you start, and how?

10. Have you ever been caught masturbating?

QUEER SHIT

11. How would you describe your sexuality using only adjectives (describing words–busy, fluffy, squishy, etc.)?

12. Have you ever been in a queer relationship?

13. Have you ever been in a straight relationship?

14. How and when did you realise you weren’t straight?

15. Are you out to everyone you know?

16. Where do you meet queer folks to date? Do you find it difficult?

17. If your parents know about your sexuality, how did they react?

18. Does your best friend know about your sexuality? How did they react?

19. Describe your first queer kiss.

20. What’s the queerest shit you’ve ever done?

LET’S GET PHYSICAL

21. Are you happy with your body?

22. What’s the raddest part of your bod, and why?

23. What do you do with your body hair (pubes, underarms, legs, etc.)?

24. Do you have stretch marks? Where?

25. Describe your nipples in too much detail.

26. (Vagina-owners) Do you have an “innie” (small, tucked-in inner labia), or an “outie” (more visible/larger inner labia)?

27. (Vagina-owners) Is it very obvious when you’re turned on (swelling, wetness etc.)?

28. (Penis-owners) Describe the size and shape of your penis. Are you happy with it?

29. (Penis-owners) Have you tasted your own cum? Did you like it?

30. (Breast-owners) How does the size of your breasts compare? Is one bigger than the other?

SEXUAL FANTASY LAND

31. Describe your most unusual/taboo fantasy.

32. Do you fantasise more about real situations, or imaginary/impossible ones?

33. Who’s the oddest person you’ve fantasised about?

34. Do you ever find yourself fantasising absent-mindedly, or is it something you do on purpose?

35. Do you always fantasise while you masturbate?

36. When you fantasise, does it usually lead to masturbation?

37. Have you ever had sex with someone while fantasising about someone else?

38. Do you have any celebrity crushes that you fantasise about?

39. Have you ever fantasised about something by accident, and felt weird about it after?

40. Describe your most sexy fantasy.

KINKTOWN USA

41. How do you feel about BDSM?

42. What’s your most unusual kink?

43. In an SM context, do you prefer giving pain, or receiving it?

44. Do you consider yourself to be dominant, submissive, both, or neither?

45. Describe your most recent bondage experience.

46. In a BDSM context, have you ever referred to anyone as “daddy,” “mommy,” or any similar term?

47. Do you have a kink for any bodily fluids (pee, saliva, blood, tears, cum, etc.)?

48. Have you ever revealed a kink to someone and had them react negatively?

49. Do you have any kinks that you’re ashamed of?

50. How much money have you spent on equipment for your kinks (toys, whips, chains, etc.)?

COME FOR THE QUESTIONS, STAY FOR THE SUBHEADINGS

51. (Vagina-owners) Do you ever squirt when you come?

52. Have you ever come solely from penetration (anal or vaginal)?

53. Can you have an orgasm without your genitals being touched?

54. Describe how you like your genitals to be touched.

55. How sensitive are your nipples? Does nipple play turn you on?

56. Do you find it easier to orgasm with another person, or through masturbation?

57. Have you ever had an orgasm that you weren’t expecting?

58. Do you get off easier from rough contact, or gentle?

59. What’s the best orgasm you’ve ever had?

60. Did it take you a while to have your first orgasm, or were you an early starter?

ORAL FIXATION

61. Do you enjoy giving oral sex? Why?

62. What’s your favourite position in which to receive oral?

63. Describe your oral sex technique.

64. Do you find it easier to give oral to someone with the same genital configuration as you (eg., you both own vaginas/both own penises), or different?

65. Describe the worst oral sex you’ve ever received.

66. Describe the best oral sex you’ve ever received.

67. Do you ever simulate oral sex while masturbating (sucking on dildos etc.)?

68. How sensitive is your mouth? Is it an erogenous zone, for you?

69. Do you like 69ing?

70. Can you deep-throat?

EVERYTHING BUTT

71. Do you like it in the butt?

72. What’s the strangest object you’ve had in your butt?

73. Do you enjoy being rimmed?

74. Can you take a lot in your butt, or just a little?

75. Describe your most recent experience with buttsex.

76. Do you like doing stuff to other people’s butts?

77. (Prostate-owners) Have you ever received a prostate massage?

78. Do you own any buttplugs?

79. Have you ever had an embarrassing buttsex experience?

80. Have you ever pegged someone (ie., worn a strapon and fucked them in the butt)?

SHARING IS CARING

All questions assume you’ve done group sex of some kind

81. Describe your most recent group sex experience.

82. Have you ever had sex with more than two people at once (eg., foursome, moresome)?

83. Have you ever had an orgy? Would you?

84. Do you enjoy watching your partner(s) having sex with others?

85. Do you prefer to arrange group sex beforehand, or allow it to happen organically?

86. Have you ever felt left out during group sex?

87. Have you ever done a gangbang (ie., lots of people have sex with one person, but not each other)?

88. Have you ever teamed up with someone and given a double blowjob/double cunnilingus?

89. Have you ever been penetrated by more than one person at the same time?

90. Have you ever been ejaculated on by more than one person at the same time?

**BONUS DARES**

91. Post a selfie.

92. Post a naked selfie.

93. Tag your biggest tumblr crush.

94. Post your follower count.

95. Press ctrl-v, and post whatever comes up.

96. Tag your top five followers.

97. Post your most recent Facebook status here.

98. Post the last SMS you received.

99. Post the last SMS you sent.

100. Send me $500.

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Please?

😍❤️😘〰️😘❤️😍

mxnrique

im literally not exaggerating when i tell you guys this video saved my life

rehfan

This is a damn MOOD FOR LIFE, I tell you what.

running-batty

It’s that time of year to say no to the Salvation Army.

Never forget they let a Trans woman die instead of helping her.

Never forget they have tossed entire families on the street for having an LGBT child.

Never forget they tell non Christian families that unless they convert they will not help them.

Never forget that the Salvation Army is bigoted and hateful, many of the bell ringers routinely heckle and harass LGBT couples.

ftwobr2000

Annual reblog.

cosmomage

In case you’re worried about being rude by ignoring the bell ringers.

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An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

eatbreathewrite

It isn’t uncommon for this particular demon to be summoned—from exhausting Halloween party pranks in abandoned barns to more legitimate (more exhausting) ceremonies in forests—but it has to admit, this is the first time it’s been called forth from its realm into a claustrophobic living room bathed in the dull orange-pink glow of old glass lamps and a multitude of wide-eyed, creepy antique porcelain dolls that could give Chucky a run for his money with all of their silent, seething stares combined. Accompanying those oddities are tea cup and saucer sets on shelves atop frilly doilies crocheted with the utmost care, and cross-stitched, colorful ‘Home Sweet Home’s hung across the wood-paneled walls.

It’s a mistake—a wrong number, per se. No witch it’s ever known has lived in such an, ah, dated, home. Furthermore, no practitioner that ever summoned it has been absent, as if they’d up and ding-dong ditched it. No, it didn’t work that way. Not at all. Not if they want to survive the encounter.

It hears the clinking of movement in the room adjacent—the kitchen, going by the pungent, bitter scent of cooled coffee and soggy, sweet sponge cakes, but more jarring is the smell of blood. It moves—feels something slip beneath its clawed foot as it does, and sees a crocheted blanket of whites and greys and deep black yarn, wound intricately, perfectly, into a summoning circle. Its summoning circle. There is a small splash of bright scarlet and sharp, jagged bits of a broken curio scattered on top, as if someone had dropped it, attempted to pick it up the pieces and pricked their finger. It would explain the blood. And it would explain the demon being brought into this strange place.

As it connects these pieces in its mind, the inhabitant of the house rounds the corner and exits the kitchen, holding a damp, white dish towel close to her hand and fumbling with the beaded bifocals hanging from her neck by a crocheted lanyard before stopping dead in her tracks.

Now, to be fair, the demon wouldn’t ordinarily second guess being face-to-face with a hunchbacked crone with a beaked nose, beady eyes and a peculiar lack of teeth, or a spidery shawl and ankle-length black dress, but there is definitely something amiss here. Especially when the old biddy lets her spectacles fall slack on her bosom and erupts into a wide, toothy (toothless) grin, eyes squinting and crinkling from the sheer effort of it.

“Todd! Todd, dear, I didn’t know you were visiting this year! You didn’t call, you didn’t write—but, oh, I’m so happy you’re here, dear! Would it have been too much to ask you to ring the doorbell? I almost had a heart attack. And don’t worry about the blood, here—I had an accident. My favorite figure toppled off of the table and cleanup didn’t go as expected. But I seem to recall you are quite into the bloodshed and ‘edgy’ stuff these days, so I don’t suppose you mind.” She releases a hearty, kind laugh, but it isn’t mocking, it’s sweet. Grandmotherly. The demon is by no means sentimental or maudlin, but the kindness, the familiarity, the genuine fondness, does pull a few dusty old nostalgic heartstrings. “Imagine if it leaves a scar! It’d be a bit ‘badass,’ as you teenagers say, wouldn’t it?”

She is as blind as a bat without her glasses, it would appear, because the demon is by no means a ‘Todd’ or a human at all, though humanoid, shrouded in sleek, black skin and hard spikes and sharp claws. But the demon humors her, if only because it had been caught off guard.

The old woman smiles still, before turning on her heel and shuffling into the hallway with a stiff gait revealing a poor hip. “Be a dear and make some more coffee, would you please? I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

Yes, this is most definitely a mistake. One for the record books, for certain. For late-night trips to bars and conversations with colleagues, while others discuss how many souls they’d swindled in exchange for peanuts, or how many first-borns they’d been pledged for things idiot humans could have gained without divine intervention. Ugh. Sometimes it all just became so pedantic that little detours like this were a blessing—happy accidents, as the humans would say.

That’s why the demon does as asked, and plods slowly into the kitchen, careful to duck low and avoid the top of the doorframe. That’s why it gingerly takes the small glass pot and empties it of old, stale coffee and carefully, so carefully, takes a measuring scoop between its claws and fills the machine with fresh grounds. It’s as the hot water is percolating that the old woman returns, her index finger wrapped tight in a series of beige bandages.

“I’m surprised you’re so tall, Todd! I haven’t seen you since you were at my hip! But your mother mails photos all the time—you do love wearing all black, don’t you?” She takes a seat at the small round table in the corner and taps the glass lid of the cake plate with quaking, unsteady, aged hands. “I was starting to think you’d never visit. Your father and I have had our disagreements, but…I am glad you’re here, dear. Would you like some cake?” Before the demon has a chance to decline, she lifts the lid and cuts a generous slice from the near-complete circle that has scarcely been touched. It smells of citrus and cream and is, as assumed earlier, soggy, oversaturated with icing.

It was made for a special occasion, for guests, but it doesn’t seem this old woman receives much company in this musty, stagnant house that smells like an antique garage that hadn’t had its dust stirred in years.

Especially not from her absentee grandson, Todd.

The demon waits until the coffee pot is full, and takes two small mugs from the counter, filling them until steam is frothing over the rims. Then, and only then, does it accept the cake and sit, with some difficulty, in a small chair at the small table. It warbles out a polite ‘thank you,’ but it doesn’t suppose the woman understands. Manners are manners regardless.

“Oh, dear, I can hardly understand. Your voice has gotten so deep, just like your grandfather’s was. That, and I do recall you have an affinity for that gravelly, screaming music. Did your voice get strained? It’s alright, dear, I’ll do the talking. You just rest up. The coffee will help soothe.”

The demon merely nods—some communication can be understood without fail—and drinks the coffee and eats the cake with a too-small fork. It’s ordinary, mushy, but delicious because of the intent behind it and the love that must have gone into its creation.

“I hope you enjoyed all of the presents I sent you. You never write back—but I am aware most people use that fancy E-mail these days. I just can’t wrap my head around it. I do wish your mom and dad would visit sometime. I know of a wonderful little café down the street we can go to. I haven’t been; I wanted to visit it with Charles, before he…well.” She falls silent in her rambling, staring into her coffee with a small, melancholy smile. “I can’t believe it’s been ten years. You never had the chance to meet him. But never mind that.” Suddenly, and with surprising speed that has the demon concerned for her well being, she moves to her feet, bracing her hands on the edge of the table. “I may as well give you your birthday present, since you’re here. What timing! I only finished it this morning. I’ll be right back.”

When she returns, the white, grey and black crocheted work with the summoning circle is bundled in her arms.

“I found these designs in an occult book I borrowed from the library. I thought you’d like them on a nice, warm blanket to fight off the winter chill—I hope you do like it.” With gentle hands, she spreads the blanket over the demon’s broad, spiky back like a shawl, smoothing it over craggy shoulders and patting its arms affectionately. “Happy birthday, Todd, dear.”

Well, that settles it. Whoever, wherever, Todd is, he’s clearly missing out. The demon will just have to be her grandson from now on.

voidbat

this is so sweet. it made me want to hug someone.

bigmammallama5

i had to

geniusorinsanity

I WOULD WATCH SIX SEASONS AND A MOVIE

rocky-horror-shit-show

Okay but she takes him to the little cafe and all of the people in her town are like “What is that thing, what the hell, Anette?” and she’s like “Don’t you remember my grandson Todd?” and the entire town just has to play along because no one will tell little old Nettie that her grandson is an actual demon because this is the happiest she’s been since her husband died.

Bonus: In season 4 she makes him run for mayor and he wins

silvermoonphantom

I just want to watch ‘Todd’ help her with groceries, and help her with cooking, and help her clean up the dust around the house and air it out, and fill it with spring flowers because Anette mentioned she loved hyacinth and daffodils. Over the seasons her eyesight worsens, so ‘Todd’ brings a hellhound into the house to act as her seeing eye dog, and people in town are kinda terrified of this massive black brute with fur that drips like thick oil, and a mouth that can open all the way back to its chest, but ‘Honey’ likes her hard candies, and doesn’t get oil on the carpet, and when ‘Todd’ has to go back to Hell for errands, Honey will snuggle up to Anette and rest his giant head on her lap, and whuff at her pockets for butterscotch. Anette never gives ‘Todd’ her soul, but she gives him her heart

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In season six, Anette gets sick. She spends most of the season bedridden and it becomes obvious by about midway through the season that she’s not going to make it to the end of the season. Todd spends the season travelling back and forth between the human realm and his home plane, trying hard to find something, anything that will help Anette get better, to prolong her life. He’s tried getting her to sell him her soul, but she’s just laughed, told him that he shouldn’t talk like that. With only a few episodes left in the season Anette passes away, Todd is by her side. When the reaper comes for her Todd asks about the fate of her soul. In a dispassionate voice the reaper informs Todd that Anette spent the last few years of her life cavorting with creatures of darkness, that there can be only one fate for her. Todd refuses to accept this and he fights the reaper, eventually injuring the creature and driving it off. Knowing that Anette cannot stay in the Human Realm, and refusing to allow her spirit to be taken by another reaper, so he takes her soul in his arms. He’s done this before, when mortals have sold themselves to him. This time the soul cradled against his chest does not snuggle and fight. This time the soul held tight against him reaches out, pats him on the cheek tells him he was a good boy, and so handsome, just like his grandfather. Todd takes Anette back to the demon realm, holding her tight against him as he travels across the bleak and forebidding landscape; such a sharp contrast to the rosy warmth of Anette’s home. Eventually, in a far corner of his home plane, Todd finds what he is looking for. It is a place where other demons do not tread; a large boulder cracked and broken, with a gap just barely large enough for Todd to fit through. This crack, of all things, gives him pause, but Anette’s soul makes a comment about needing to get home in time to feed Honey, and Todd forces himself to pass through it. He travels in darkness for a while, before he emerges into into a light so bright that it’s blinding. His eyes adjust slowly, and he finds himself face to face with two creatures, each of them at least twice his size one of them has six wings and the head of a lion, one of them is an amorphous creature within several rings. The lion-headed one snarls at Todd, and demands that he turn back, that he has no business here. Todd looks down, holding Anette’s soul against his chest, he takes a deep breath, and speaks a single word, “Please.” The two larger beings are taken aback by this. They are too used to Todd’s kind being belligerent, they consult with each other, they argue. The amorphous one seems to want to be lenient, the lion-headed one insists on being stricter. While they’re arguing Todd sneaks by them and runs as fast as he can, deeper into the brightly lit expanse. The path on which he travels begins to slope upwards, and eventually becomes a staircase. It becomes evident that each step further up the stair is more and more difficult for Todd, that it’s physically paining him to climb these stairs, but he keeps going.

They dedicate a full episode to this climb; interspersing the climb with scenes they weren’t able to show in previous seasons, Anette and Honey coming to visit Todd in the Mayor’s office, Anette and Todd playing bingo together for the first time, Anette and Todd watching their stories together in the mid afternoon, Anette falling asleep in her chair and Todd gently carrying her to bed. Anette making Todd lemonade in the summer while he’s up on the roof fixing that leak and cleaning out the rain gutters. Eventually Todd reaches the top, and all but collapses, he falls to a knee and for the first time his grip on Anette’s soul slips, and she falls away from him. Landing on the ground. He reaches out for her, but someone gets there first. Another hand reaches out, and helps this elderly woman off the ground, helps her get to her feet. Anette gasps, it’s Charles. The pair of them throw their arms around each other. Anette tells Charles that she’s missed him so much, and she has so much to tell him. Charles nods. Todd watches a soft smile on his face. A delicate hand touches Todd’s shoulder, and pulls him easily to his feet. A figure; we never see exactly what it looks like, leans down, whispering in Todd’s ear that he’s done well, and that Anette will be well taken care of here. That she will spend an eternity with her loved ones. Todd looks back over to her, she’s surrounded by a sea of people. Todd nods, and smiles. The figure behind him tells him that while he has done good in bringing Anette here, this is not his place, and he must leave. Todd nods, he knew this would be the case. Todd gets about six steps down the stairway before he is stopped by someone grabbing his shoulder again. He turns around, and Anette is standing behind him. She gives him a big hug and leads him back up the stairs, he should stay, she says. Get to know the family. Todd tries to tell her that he can’t stay, but she won’t hear it. She leads him up into the crowd of people and begins introducing him to long dead relatives of hers, all of whom give him skeptical looks when she introduces him as her grandson. The mysterious figure appears next to Todd again and tells him once more he must leave, Todd opens his mouth to answer but Anette cuts him off. Nonsense, she tells the figure. IF she’s gonna stay here forever her grandson will be welcome to visit her. She and the figure stare at each other for a moment. The figure eventually sighs and looks away, the figure asks Todd if she’s always like this. Todd just shrugs and smiles, allowing Anette to lead him through a pair of pearly gates, she’s already talking about how much cake they’ll need to feed all of these relatives.

captaintinymite

gilajames

P.S. Honey is a Good Dog and gets to go, too.

kaijufluffs

jumpingjacktrash

the last lines of the show:

demon: you’re not blind here – but you’re not surprised. when…?

anette: oh, toddy, don’t be silly, my biological grandson’s not twelve feet tall and doesn’t scorch the furniture when he sneezes. i’ve known for ages.

demon: then why?

anette: you wouldn’t have stayed if you weren’t lonely too.

demon: you… you don’t have to keep calling me your grandson.

anette: nonsense! adopted children are just as real. now quit sniffling, you silly boy, and let’s go bake a cake. honey, heel!

honey: W̝̽̂̿͂͝Ọ̮̹̲̪̋ͦͅO̸̘͔̬͊F̜̫͙̟͕͖̙̋ͫ͌͗