#quitoon

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guys please please please I need more people who have read Mister B Gone to talk about how funny the infant blood bath scene was. I was snickering the whole time why are they like that.

like. hey hey babe I'm you just got into your bath but we gtg to Germany. no definitely just not because they're making cool stuff, bc you left a hole in the baby bag and now an army of priests and mothers want to kill us again.

[bandakajuwes]

So, this is a drawing about Quitoon Pathea, a character from Clive Barker's book "Mr B Gone" He's one of my fav characters <3 

[whispers-know]

whats your favorite clive barker novel or short story? or both

just excited to see more clive barker fans

omfg it took me so long to respond sorry

anyway my favorite would have to be mr b gone i just

it's so very ridiculous and tragic at the same time like it appeals to my fucked up sense of humor but can also be. tragic af which i like

frankly our mr b is exactly the sort of character i like he just has that appeal like i can spin him around in the microwave plate of my brain

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Τρίτη

It's mid-July, and I'm on the back row of a two-hour coach ride from Cartagena - an enjoyable day that will finish with the gang in the pool for our penultimate night in Spain.

The summer term flew by, as always, with more change incoming, and more work than I think I'll be able to complete over the summer. I spent most of this term examining, procrastinating over PhD data analysis and counting down the days until a toxic colleague left. My birthday quietly passed, and retrospectively, I should have celebrated more...

Three weeks of the summer break have passed, and in short: Hot air balloon #2 was a success; Cadbury's World gave out less chocolate than I remember; Spain was very hot; I have successfully baked bread; I think the new colleague will be a handful, and I want more tattoos.

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Παρασκευή

It's a Friday afternoon in Northern Ireland, it isn't raining, and I'm overcoming the flu (which I refuse to accept may be burnout). A short week with the gang has been lovely, but will soon be a distant memory and a selection of nice photos. We're already in April - next week I have my PhD panel assessment (I'll be fine), last month we saw the Rock Orchestra live, on a school night, and sat next to friends from an old era of my life - very strange but a good catch up. An article I wrote last summer (whilst I was in Ireland...) has been published in the BPS, with my quote on the front page (amazing!), I've lost and recruited a new colleague (stressful) and another ex, is having a baby - naturally, I'm nostalgic and questioning life, but it will pass.

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