WHICH OF THESE IS THE BEST AMERICAN GOTHIC TROPE
Look upon these decrepit mansions, ye might, and despair
It's in the corn oh god the corn in the corn I can't see it but it's in there
24 hour diner safe zone <3
These highways go nowhere, which is where we're going
Billboard Jesus Knows Your Sins
Our nuclear family is degrading, headed to meltdown, no survivors
Other (tag it baby)
See ResultsReblog if you vote, please, this poll is headed West <3
Dr. John Seward, post-rejection: All is woe. If I did not have work in the examination of others, my life and my mind would collapse into the void they so truly wish to be. Love for me is an illusion and so I must make do with turning the lens without, lest it see within and find the deficiencies waiting inside. Examine the Other. Examine the Other. Are you the Other?
Quincey P. Morris, post-rejection: Congrats on the proposal, Art! Want to go hang by the campfire with Dr. Goth for a toast? (We need to get some liquor in him or I think he’s going to try to physically fold himself into his phonograph horn and not come out. Again.)
I’ve got a cork board with string covering my brain because There’s….something there, about the way Miles jokes about how saying ATM Machine is repetitive and you don’t need to, about Pavitr complaining that Chai Tea just means tea tea and Naan Bread is just bread bread. Something about pointless repetition, and how saying the same thing again slightly different is unnecessary, and you can just leave it as it is.
Learning that the original idea for Dracula’s name was “Count Wampyre” had me all “Really?? They’re going to be acting mysterious over whether Count Wampyre is a Vampire??”
But then I remember the fully serious show about Hannibal the Cannibal
(tags via @see-arcane)
We need to go back to using sailing ships full time like immediately. Yes it would take longer to get places but the Aesthetic is unmatched
Like there is nothing sexier hthan this
Total fucking madness that we let fast food joints sell us this little-ass hash brown patties for three fucking bucks. They're making like ten, maybe twelve dollars per fucking individual potato. Jack in the box wants $3.29, nutritional info pegs their hash brown at 64g. Just with a Google search, a potato will weigh anywhere between 140-285g. They're making $7.19-$14.64 per fucking potato. And I figure they're using the largest they can get, and potatoes are fucking cheap dude. And let's say they're paying the same price we do for potatoes, like 4 bucks for 5 pounds. Same serving size. They're making that into $116 fucking dollars. They're making fucking fried potatoes --delicious, broke slop-- into an expensive treat, a luxury. What goddamn horseshit. When is it enough? When are you going to just let loose? Can you really keep living like this?
Dracula Daily sketch for May 24th!
In which we meet Lucy's Victorian Polycule three suitors.
