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I’ve had this saved since I found it two years ago in the Halloween decor. There was a hand sewing needle rattling around inside the frame so I have to conclude that someone MADE this. Spent their hard earned time and effort to give nightmares and curses to everyone who pays eyes upon it.

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Alternative theory: Someone fought this creature back with the only weapon on hand, a sewing needle, and lured it back into a glass cage. They then quickly sealed up the beast, sent it off as far as possible in hopes that it would never return for revenge.

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“I’m a Republic officer, General. I swore an oath to protect the Republic, to—” “No, you misunderstand. I like it. It was rash of you, as I said, it was foolish. But we could use some rash these days, and foolish and passionate are often confused, and passion is something we desperately need.”

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#my favourite thing about this parallel is knowing how much poe would love it (via)

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#but yeah every time someone said rey was the leia i was just what the fuckk#like maybe take off your gender essentialist glasses for a moment and see some unsubtle imagery (via @anghraine)

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Customers who get angry when I read them their total cost are so compelling to me. Take charge of your narrative, Janice. Be the hero of your own story. You are the one who is purchasing $113.67 worth of adult zen coloring books, Janice. It’s not me you hate, Janice. It’s not me.

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i’m reading a very manly 1950s account of a hunt for el dorado but i’m thirty pages in and the narrator has already described his traveling companion as “handsome” 4 times, “extremely handsome” twice, “exceedingly handsome” once, his voice as “quietly husky” and “a husky whisper,” his fingers as long and deft, his body as “tall and cat-like,” and his eyes as some variation of ice-blue at least three times.

just men being dudes. dudes being pals. it’s great. this is great.

arahir

“Ever since he had aimed that gun at my throat, I had liked him immensely. And now I liked him even better.”

oh my god

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“I awoke when a beam of light fell across my eyes. Jorge had come into my room carrying a lighted candle.

‘I’m going with you,’ he said quietly.

‘I can’t pay you.’

He smiled. ‘I thought I was a partner?’”

OH MY GOD

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according to apparently every adaptation of a search of el dorado, i think we can conclude that maybe the real el dorado was the homosexuality we found along the way

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Cursed images. (via haleymichelleko)

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honestly I LOVE THIS????

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*capitalist voice* well, we could make sure everyone lives comfortably, but it would make the money sad

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Deep South gothic

You take a seat at the restaurant. A waitress brings you a sweet tea. You don’t look at what’s floating in the sweet tea. You never look at what’s floating in the sweet tea. You take a sip and ignore the taste of copper.

An old woman sits on her porch. You don’t know her name. In fact, you cannot remember ever seeing her leave the porch. She calls you “darlin’” and you cannot resist her call. Southern hospitality is famous.

The children whisper curses, and all of them end in “bless their heart”.

You drive past a cotton field. The stark whiteness of it unnerves you. You aren’t sure if those are cotton bolls. They shiver in the wind and blink at your passing. You grip the steering wheel and don’t look again.

The mayor has been mayor since 1893. No one has run against him in five generations. Sometimes people mention opposition candidates, but you never remember their names. The things that float to the top of the retention pond are unrecognizable as human.

Taxpayers protest fiercely at the cost of filling potholes. Instead, they are patched. They are not patched with concrete. You can hear the squish of fluid every time your tires move over one.

There has always been a Baptist church on the corner of Main and Central. Who are you to insinuate that there has not always been a Baptist church on the corner of Main and Central? You see lights on in the old church at the corner of Main and Central late a night, and you do not speak of them to anyone.

There are no rich people in the tri-country area, but all of the poor people have the idea that the rich should not be taxed.

Small children seems to disappear when people don’t lock their doors at night. But the neighborhood is too nice for locked doors. Southern hospitality is famous.

A family moves in from the North. The next day they all spontaneously combust on a trip to Kroger. “It’s not that hot,” someone says. “Yankees, I ask ya.”