#game of crones

[happilyhadesbound]

this joke alone should convince anyone that Yonderland is the best show ever made

[xnumb-little-bugx]

I don’t know what I was dreaming about last night, but I woke up humming the ‘This Is The Process’ from Yonderland so I can only assume that this means today is going to be a good day ♥️

[baynton-nation]

Mathew Baynton in every ‘Yonderland’ cold open | Series 2

[luuuna-rambles]

Endless Six Idiots gifs - 121/?

Yonderland 2x06, “Game Of Crones”

[toastling]

Concept: Game of Crones

A show about warring factions of elderly women and grandmothers vying for social capital. It has no less hyper violence or full frontal nudity than the original show.

[wearingxspots]

Game of Crones || Yubaba & Cruella

@yubabaono

Swynlake's premiere Hotel & Spa had been one of Cruella De Vil's go-to place for her very deserved fix of rest and relaxation. Not to mention that the beauty treatments they provided were more than wonderful to make her natural beauty even more prominent and evident, and the woman just loved the place.

This time around, though, the woman didn't go there for the treatments. Her car was received by the valet as usual, with him subtly rolling his eyes at the very obnoxious bright red her interior was covered in and her not noticing it in the slightest because she didn't like to pay attention to the peasantry. Then she went in, but instead of heading for the usual floor she went straight to the top, where everyone was positively forbidden to go.

See, Cruella didn't just enjoy the Spa at the luxurious establishment. It also kept what one could say was her closest friend in town, or the only one, depending on who you ask. Yubaba was located at the top, and Cruella just had to see her! She didn't call ahead, because nobody gets a call ahead of time from Cruella. She just walked in whenever she wanted. Wait time and private property weren't a thing when she was around, really.

And so, the woman clad in a beautiful coat that came from a white deer, thanks to the magical handiwork of Gaston, and a magnificent silk pant suit, waltzed her way out of the elevator and past the employees guarding the floor, not even paying heed to their ridiculous claims of nobody being allowed there. She knocked loudly on the largest door and stood there, with as glorious a smile as always.