GREETINGS FROM FURRY HELL

Come one, come all, to see the blog of a guy that loves musicals a little too much.

[fayzart136]

There are no ghosts in Galley House.

Made with this very fun pixel converter. But I spend too long on detailing to not post the unedited version, so:

[were--ralph]

[jelloapocalypse]

Someone asked me a while ago if I still had a photo of the worst sink I had ever seen while apartment hunting in Los Angeles. I assumed I deleted it so I didn't answer the ask and now it's gone, but as it turns out, yes, I do still have a photo of it.

[segamascott]

[videolottery]

This review is nonsense

House 1977 has not one but two horses featured over its 88 minute runtime.

First, one that’s easy to miss is this small horse outside of the shoesmaker’s workshop seen here next to Mr. Togo’s car. (And sharing the scene with director Nobuhiko Obayashi’s daughter Chigumi Obayashi, a cowriter of this film.)

This horse is shown a second time when Mr Togo returns to use the shoesmaker’s phone a few beats later.

Now I could forgive you for considering this to be a pony as it’s quite small and therefore not quite fulfilling the horse quota. But what I can’t forgive is blatantly ignoring this

The beautiful white horse featured in one of the most iconic moments of the film, Fantasy’s fantasy about being rescued by Mr Togo in which she imagines him riding in on a white stallion to save her from the titular House.

In conclusion this letterboxed review is pure bullshit made up for attention and you all fell for it because you don’t know anything about House 1977

[videolottery]

[chanoeys]

WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY? GREATEST HITS of WESTERNS

[ottolat]

Honestly, the gifset doesn’t do Colin’s delivery justice:

[lemonsweet-moved]

Jevil: COME INTO MY VOID PRISON AND WE CAN PLAY A FUN LITTLE GAME HOOOHOOOHOFGJFB

Kris: *looks in jevils cell door and sees this*

Kris: We should absolutely go in there we need to go in there no matter what we have to

[cumdumpstiel]

so cool how advanced the algorithm has become, it literally only takes like a decade or more of spying on all my internet activity and then it can expertly curate a selection of 15-20 youtube videos that i don't really want to watch, and then keep showing me those videos over and over again for a week so i can scroll past them again. the future is now

[deviantarchive]

Have some Prozac -For Mallow by Enpu2

2004

[agentlove]

hi. i’m the guy who all that blood belongs to. yeah in all the pictures of anime girls and cool ocs holding knives. it’s mine. i don’t donate it or anything. they just kill me again and again. because someone’s gotta but that’s not the part people really wanna see. it’s okay though. it’s a living

[itsuwari-no-kibo-offical]

[iphigeniacomplex]

“our age of bronze is collapsing” is this beautiful random burst of monty python dialogue amidst the drudgery of nolan’s vision and i think it should win the first-ever oscar for best solitary line

[iphigeniacomplex]

[wringing my hands as i look out my window directly overlooking wall street, watching the sun rise on october 29, 1929] aw fuck it’s the great depression

[estrogenesis-vaporeongelion]

[rioblitzle]

i go to the shop and I ask if they have any raspberries. they say no, they used to sell raspberries, but they haven't had any in stock in the last 15 years. I ask if there's somewhere else I can go to buy raspberries. They say no, with confidence and pride, they're the only shop around who has ever sold or will ever sell raspberries. Other shops might sell other fruit, sure, but they have a monopoly on all raspberries forever. I ask if they're possibly planning on them selling them again in future? they say they can't tell me that.

on the way home, I encounter someone eating raspberries. I ask and they tell me that they grow their own, they got some seeds from the shop back in The Raspberry Days and kept them. They take me to a field of many beautiful raspberry plants and invite me to pick my own, they're free for all the town to pick whenever they'd like.

someone comes up behind us. It's the shop manager, President of Nintendo Shuntaro Furukawa. he hatefully throws a bob-omb that blows up and kills both of us instantly for stealing 200 trillion dollars worth of potential Raspberry Shop That Doesn't Do Raspberries Anymore profits that they weren't making and then he turns around to the camera with a big thumbs up and says don't do piracy or something ok please

[valtsv]

the thing about edgy serial killer songs is that sometimes they slap sorry

[valtsv]

scissor sisters: oh, i could bury you alive, but you might crawl out with a knife and kill me when i'm sleeping, that's why i can't decide whether you should live or die ^_^

me, every time, without fail:

[tastylemonbread]

imagine youre kris and youre all reserved and cagey and you dont want to tip off your new best friend susie as to how much your parents divorce fucked with you. and then all your adventures take her through divorce themed fantasy lands constructed by your subconscious

[im-mender]

post: I noticed that in act 1 there's a loaded gun mounted on the wall there. I bet by the end of act 2 it will have been fired

all the replies: you're a fucking idiot

*after act 2*

all the replies: how the fuck did you know that

[im-mender]

okay but we can't know for sure that the loud noise and bright flash offstage—which occurred after the character who was holding the gun exited the stage with it—was a gunshot, because we didn't get to directly see it

[lizord-lord]

[flaskrobonoid]

every so often they will invent roblox games that you have never heard of that every single person on your dash has played and loved

[mothmanmagicalboy]

no sorry i dont really use instagram, i can contact you via ouija board, spirit box, fluctuations in temperature, flickering lights, and certain rituals. i am also on tumblr.

[thedurvin]

Back in 1997 there was a goth lesbian Muppet