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sparrowthemormon

Charlie Kirk is scheduled to speak at UVU. I have the opportunity to do the funniest thing of all time

sparrowthemormon

IT WASN'T ME I PROMISE

hmmm

Gerard Way in Brisbane, AUS by Joanna Foster

hupperts

bluebeetletedkord

lastnightspants

saint-batrick

that photo is one of the sexiest things i have ever seen.

acutely-unaware

Tall women don’t you ever feel insecure, you hold so much power with just a simple stance, I love youuuuuuuuu

salthepsychic

Can he start doing this again pls

therainbowwillow

They should invent an essay where you just do research forever and then you never write anything

thecrumbez

Happy Pride Month to those two women dancing together in the foreground of the boat scene in Godzilla (1954).

I’m sorry your romantic foibles were overshadowed by a big ass atomic lizard thing.

erratic-dragon-fruit

out of the tags with you

thesoldiersminute

"Anthony Perkins, Psycho. Corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pig’s blood in Carrie"

Scream dir. Wes Craven | 1996

pitchburgh

i wish you could laugh react eBay listings. that's not worth $250. you fucking asshole. lmao

pitchburgh

you should also be able to do this to job listings

leannihilation-deactivated20230

I do wholeheartedly believe Wes Anderson is a sick sick freak. I like his movies but I definitely think this guy has like a hidden room in his spacious french apartment that he slips into quietly each night and it is just filled with tiny little doll replicas of all the actors he's ever used in any of his movies and he puppets them around and mimicks their voices and shit. and sometimes he'll text Owen Wilson pictures of his little doll with a comb or something from an untraceable number and pair it with like "see how I take care of you Owen?" and then the following day Owen Wilson will find him at the service table and go, "Geez Wes look at this," and Wes will pretend to be all concerned and horrified but there is this calculating almost eager look in his eyes that unsettles Owen Wilson. and the next time Wes is having a little soiree with all his actors, his beloved beloved actors, maybe Owen Wilson will accidentally get lost on his way to the beautiful bathroom and find that little room and see all those dolls and his throat will hitch with horror. And before he can call Bill Murray or Adrian Brody to look a dark silhouette will appear in the doorway and Wes looks sort of resigned when he says, "I see you finally found my secret, Owen," and Owen Wilson will try and pretend that he's fine with it but they both know better. and Wes will go (the look in his eyes back again) "We both know this can't get out, right?" and he'll grin very suddenly and Owen Wilson will laugh along very nervously and leave the room and eat some brioche and when the evening is over he will rush over to his Prius and frantically click his keys but over the cobbles on the beautiful beautiful street there is the sound of footsteps. and tears are running down Owen Wilson's cheeks but he can't say a word and Wes, emerging from the shadows, will gently touch him on the shoulder and say, "look, I'll drive you to the airport, huh?" and Owen Wilson will try to refuse but they both know it's futile. and, halfway through the drive, Wes Anderson will smile and say, "I'll miss working with you" and then perfectly jump and roll out of the car, wiping off his corduroy pants, while Owen Wilson's Prius swerves into a local patisserie, bursting into flames

flimflix

monsterlets

steveyockey

affirmations they will not kill me at work today. it is not in my job description to get killed. if they did kill me at work that would be weird and probably not worth it for them