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animated fantasy films just don’t make fucked up evil castles like they used to

[ID: king haggard’s castle from the last unicorn (1982), the horned king’s castle from the black cauldron (1985), and maleficent’s castle from sleeping beauty (1959) /end ID]

moviesludge

aesthetic of the day is fucked up evil castles

cosmicretreat

rnismatch

(backseating you at the mortar and pestle) man you aint even squarshing it

grrl-beetle

Slayyyter

gunpowdercarousel

Persona 3: Save the world from evil monsters with your badass sexy monster-hunter friends in the most magical city in the world (Tokyo)

Persona 5: Commit sexy fucking crimes with your badass awesome sexy thief friends in the most magical city in the world (Tokyo)

Persona 4: You are in OHIO. Your friends are LOSERS. You are WET. Go hang out at TARGET.

heureuxvivant

🤘🤓🤣

bigbettybeyond

This vid will always crack me up no matter how may times I see it 😂

losthavenmine

Harold Perrineau as Mercutio Romeo + Juliet (1996)

henstomper

i think the whole Having A Job thing would be less bad if people in management positions were capable of planning and abstract thought

nchntd

In the club

vacuously-true

I think I’m literally never gonna be sick of this masterpiece. I think watching it on a loop for eight hours could fix me. Dancing’s what clears my soul. Dancing’s what makes me whole.

dimmadoome

I just love that this very video is an accumulation of thousands of years worth of art made by people who have never met each other. The concept of this video was so completely unfathomable to every single artist who made the sculptures and yet they’ve all put something toward the creation of it.

i-restuff

ITS BACK ON MY TIMELINE

absurdlakefront

This video just brings me joy, and I need more joy.

s4mm4n

God I miss the days when you could show up to a stranger’s farm and he’d say “What’s your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I ain’t got none, sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do you for and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who ain’t got married yet even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talkin and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinkin from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour

argumate

you see you don’t get posts like this on twitter

lastweekseyeliner

every day at least once while on a walk i think to myself “it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour” and sometimes if i am alone i say it out loud