[sculien]

WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS 5.10

[paperlignes]

GUILLERMO DE LA CRUZ WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS (2019-) SEASON 5, EPISODE 5: LOCAL NEWS

[dailyflicks]

JANINE TEAGUES and GREGORY EDDIE ABBOTT ELEMENTARY — 2.22 Franklin Institute

[susiephone]

emma woodhouse is the funniest jane austen heroine solely because she spends 95% of her precious free time shipping her friends and trying to set them up and being convinced she is the world's greatest matchmaker and talking about how great it will be once her bestie has her perfect true love and then when she's asked if she's considering getting married anytime soon she's like pfffft GOD no why the FUCK would i do that

[romanceyourdemons]

“if he be mr. hyde, i shall be mr. seek” is such a funny line i can’t believe robert louis stevenson actually wrote that in the actual original dr. jekyll and mr. hyde in the actual year of 1885

[ruka-desuu]

me: there is no way this is true *pirates a pdf real quick to check it out* WHAT?!

[northwezt]

Welcome to Forks.

Forks, Washington (April 26, 2014)

[zandrapaints]

There's always time to rest by zandrapaints

[florencemachines]

Costume appreciation series: Mamma Mia! (2008) dir Phyllida Lloyd

Costume Design by Ann Roth

[ddesole]

What We Do In The Shadows 5.06 "Urgent Care"

[izacore]

You remember Jane Austen? Yeah. I'm not gonna forget her in a hurry, am I? The brains behind the 1810 Clerkenwell Diamond Robbery. Brandy smuggler. Master spy. What a piece of work. She wrote books. Novels. Jane? Austen? Yes! Whoa, bit of a dark horse. Novels, eh? Yes. They were very good. Good Omens (2019-) || Pride and Prejudice (2005)

[willgrahamscock]

"You idiot... we could have been... us."

[shanehollanderjpg]

WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS — 5.06 Urgent Care

[sliversoakley4]

i need to stand ankle deep in a creek about this

[diet-bathwater]

current top ten best tutter moments 2022

[kazs-inej]

chapter nine || red, white and royal blue

[troutlawyer]

Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post

[withered-rose-with-thorns]

I approached the barren, vacant face slowly, my truck rumbling out a comforting roar behind me. I stopped when I got to the porch stairs, because there was nothing here. No lingering sense of their presence…of his presence. The house was solidly here, but it meant little. Its concrete reality would not counteract the nothingness of the nightmares. I didn’t go any closer. I didn’t want to look in the windows. I wasn’t sure which would be harder to see. If the rooms were bare, echoing empty from floor to ceiling, that would certainly hurt. Like my grandmother’s funeral, when my mother had insisted that I stay outside during the viewing. She had said that I didn’t need to see Gran that way, to remember her that way, rather than alive. But wouldn’t it be worse if there were no change? If the couches sat just as I’d last seen them, the paintings on the walls-worse still, the piano on its low platform? It would be second only to the house disappearing all together, to see that there was no physical possession that tied them in anyway. That everything remained, untouched and forgotten, behind them. Just like me. (for kellythepitiablefangirl)