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you heard it here first, the dinner scene where will and hannibal eat ortolan was inspired by two gay penguins from the toronto zoo
full thing here :)
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“I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.”
The Shawshank Redemption
1994, dir. Frank Darabont
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Midnight Mass studies
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My brain keeps trying to decide which version is more adorable and then I realized I don’t actually have to choose.
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#fake tim curry fans (@talesfromthecrypts)
on the MONSTERFUCKER WEBSITE??
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Have the guts to look them all in the eye and warn them first.
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A fanbinding of Hawks and Hands by Dira Sudis @dsudis from AO3
This one ended up at almost 600 pages, set in EB Garamond! About 200k in total. It’s in the mail today, so I can post photos I’ve already shared with the author. Hopefully it will be delivered before Week 1 of @ds30below is done!
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never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn’t worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱
the reviews are in… glad everyone’s enjoying song of the worm
[id: tumblr tags reading ‘dude This Fucking Rules’, 'holy fucking shit! that was legit so cool?’, 'holy shit that is fucking metal’, 'oh this fucks severely’, 'yeah no this fucking SLAPS’, 'yo this RULES’]
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The tailors at Colonial Williamsburg made a suit for their cat
The best part is that they were inspired by a diary entry from 1775, written by a 12 year old tailor’s apprentice who had been left unsupervised all day and decided to make a suit for a cat. Here’s a link to the blog post about it, but I’ll just paste the whole diary entry here:
“I had been at work about two months when Christmas came on – and here I must relate a little anecdote. The principal [the tailor] and his lady were invited to a party among their friends…while it devolved on me to stay at home and keep house. There was nothing left me in charge to do, only to take care of the house. There was a large cat that generally lay about the fire. In order to try my mechanical powers, I concluded to make a suit of clothing for puss, and for my purpose gathered some scraps of cloth that lay about the shop-board, and went to work as hard as I could. Late in the evening I got my suit of clothes finished; I caught the cat, put on the whole suit – coat, vest, and small-clothes [breeches] – buttoned all on tight, and set down my cat to inspect the fit.
“Unfortunately for me there was a hole through the floor close to the fireplace, just large enough for the cat to pass down; after making some efforts to get rid of the clothes, and failing, pussy descended through the hole and disappeared; the floor was tight and the house underpinned with brick, so there was no chance of pursuit. I consoled myself with a hope that the cat would extricate itself from its incumbrance, but not so; night came and I had made on a good fire and seated myself for some two or three hours after dark, when who should make their appearance but my master and mistress and two young men, all in good humor, with two or three bottles of rum. After all were seated around the fire, who should appear amongst us but the cat in his uniform. I was struck speechless, the secret was out and had no chance of concealing; the cat was caught, the whole work inspected and the question asked, is this your day’s work? I was obliged to answer in the affirmative; I would then have been willing to take a good whipping, and let it stop there, but no, to complete my mortification the clothes were carefully taken off the cat and hung up in the shop for the inspection of all customers that came in.”
“I was hoping they’d beat me and forget about it but to my horror they stuck my work up on the fridge”
What a dapper little gent!
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