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Sophie Gengembre Anderson - Elaine John Everett Millais - Ophelia Paul Delaroche - La Jeune Martyr

by Rino Stefano Tagliafierro (x)

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seems weird that I am just walking around & nobody knows that my brain is like this

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someone who truly Understands the post

setheverman

what’s the mood for july?

medievalthymes

omghotmemes

Baby can do a little a cocaine, as a treat

chemtra1ls-deactivated20210901

You. Cannot. Tell.

sleepyowlet

Just to be clear. The message here is not, “All men are scum.” It’s not even, “Most men are scum.” This is not what it’s about, and fuck every TERFy shitwaffle who tries to co-opt this. We don’t need that kind of rhetoric spreading the belief that “men are naturally evil” and that “men can't help being that way.” That’s just complete bullshit.

The message is, “A few men are murdering, raping bastards, but they are very good at pretending to be perfectly good, normal men, and we have no way of telling who they are so we have to be super cautious because society and law-enforcement can't be counted on to have our backs.”

tomhollandnet

“I love dogs with all my heart. I hate cats. They’re evil, conniving.” - Tom Holland

ferreadomina

fuckyeahjapanandkorea

officialromaniantranslatiuni

wildersage

the impulse to hide what I'm doing at my computer still sits so deep even tho I'm literally never looking at anything objectionable , the door will open and I'll hurry to close the page like oh fuck no one can know I'm looking at the Wikipedia page for the Balkans

writing-prompt-s

A dating service where matching is based on people’s search history exists. You’re a serial killer. You go on a date with a writer.

endreams-s

Serial Killer: metaphorically, if you were to kill someone, how would you do it?

Writer: Air shot between the toes, it’ll look like a heart attack.

Serial Killer who is obviously in love already: *sucks in a breath* ok

honeypressed

Writer: how long would it take to die if you were to potentially stab someone in the guts

Serial killer: anywhere from 2 to 30 minutes

Writer, already bringing a ring out: *shaking* thanks

moonreflectioninthefragglepond

A++ addition

tetsuskitten

Writer: *shows the serial killer the murder scene they’re writing* babe, i’m not sure if this would actually work?

Serial killer: *kisses writer on the forehead and leaves, comes back later, a suspicious scent of blood coming off them* it works baby, you’re doing great

tigerliliesandcherryblossoms

I LOVE THIS

vmohlere

Oh no, murder comedy is my jam

laziestofthedreamers

I love this, I love all of this, but quick question, does the author know? Like are they aware that their significant other is a serial killer or do they just think that they have a morbid sense of humor? It’d be even funnier if the author had no fucking clue, like how Aurthur Conan Doyle was apparently stupidly gullible, and on top of it they’re a horror or crime novelist. Like the serial killer works at a butcher shop or something so it’s completely normal for them to come home smelling like blood, no murders going on here, no sirey. Just my darling coming back home from a long day at work.

Now fast forward a bit and the author has managed to get their first book published, with loving support from the serial killer who helped them fine tune all the murder scenes, and it’s a big hit. Enough so that a detective with the local police department has noticed some disturbing similarities to several active cases, including details that were never released to the press. Obviously he brings this up to his superior and convinces him that there’s something to the theory, but it’s all circumstantial right now. He stakes out the author’s home and is super convinced that the author is the murderer, but they don’t seem to do anything??? Like they literally are at the house all day, that’s it. Most they do is leave for groceries.

So you get this dynamic of the serial killer mining the author for creative murder schemes, the author being lovingly encouraged by the serial killer, and finally the detective who is just so sure that the author is the killer and that if he sticks it out long enough he’ll FINALLY have proof.

pamgkrthwrites

Plot twist, The serial killer and detective use to go out so it gets sub what personal.

“You need to stop seeing them. I think they are a serial killer.”

Serial killer breaths in. “Look-”

ladyhavilliard

…perfect

outerspacekake

I don’t like actual murder mysteries, but this is perfect

yourpotatotwiceremooved

THE ORIGINAL POST HOW DID I GET SO LUCKY

b00bconnoisseur

@sadamericanorca

ununquadius

Learning a language that doesn’t use the same writing system as your native one is so fun because they change the font and you’re doomed

samayla

I had a penpal from Greece in high school. She had the neatest handwriting ever. She taught me a bunch of basic stuff, and it got to the point that we’d write our letters almost exclusively in Greek (a big deal, as this was before Google Translate was even a thing).

Cut to junior year of college. I took Classical Greek as part of my degree, and I was feeling like I had a leg up over my classmates, whose Greek handwriting looked like kindergarten chicken scratch, while mine was smooth and quick. I turned in my first assignment feeling pretty damn proud of myself.

About three assignments later, my professor pulled me aside with the goofiest look on his face…

“I appreciate the effort, but…”

You remember that phase I think all little girls go through in middle school/junior high? Where we have swirly tails on our G’s or our Y’s get all swoopy, or we dot all our I’s with little hearts?

Yeah…

Turns out, all the perfect little flourishes I’d been putting on my letters were not, in fact, part of the letters at all. My penpal had just still been in that phase when she taught me the alphabet!