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ruinedchildhood

thewintersoldier

THE ADDAMS FAMILY (1991) - dir. Barry Sonnenfeld

tesb

Star Wars Jedi: Survivor (2023) official reveal trailer

gallnerkyle

WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS (2014) dir. Taika Waititi, Jemaine Clement

funnytwittertweets

witchinghour

I Married a Witch (1942) dir. René Clair

tooies

mad scientist ethics board that makes sure that a project is sufficiently unethical before providing funding

professionalchaoticdumbass

sometimes you get a normal scientist trying to apply with a regular invention that just has a puppy shredder attached to it with hot glue or sticky tape

teslacoils-and-hubris

you'd think they'd be disqualified for that, but trying to cheat the system to get research funding actually adds a lot of unethical points

funnytwittertweets

lenin-it-to-win-it

Frodo: Sam hates Gollum, but that is what I shall become once I have lost myself to the ring… he’ll despise me…

Sam if Frodo did turn into a Gollum: That’s a very nice fish you caught with your bare hands, Mr. Frodo, and its very smart of you to eat it raw, saves us the trouble of starting a fire. I knitted you a sweater in case you get cold running around in that loincloth of yours. Is the sun hurting your eyes? I’ll kill it if it’s bothering you. I’ll kill the sun

bestiol

HATE havIng hyperfixation s sometimes bc ill see someone being a bit hostile towards it and i start to feel NAUSEOUS and my HEART is breaking in pieces and then dies a million deaths over and over for an extended period of time. like that sad spongebob gif

littlzbird-archive

i always love post like this… like imagine young ned struggling with keeping jon ancestry a screet and freaking out

miniaturewizardstudentsworld

Someone: “Hey did you know that sometimes a baby’s eyes can change color? Like after six months the final color comes in.”

Ned: *vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass* “Oh you don’t say?”

cerleansky

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.