every time i listen to “you’re a mean one mr. grinch” i can’t help but sit there and think “what did the grinch do to hurt you?” because dude just stands there for 2 minutes and 58 seconds and drags the grinch into the dirt
he stole christmas, kayla! stop with your #notallgrinches propaganda!
you know what if someone told me i was a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce i’d probably be bitter enough to steal christmas too
Interestingly, though The Grinch Who Stole Christmas is narrated by Boris Karloff, the big musical number is sung by the late Thurl Ravenscroft - an American voice actor better known as the voice of Tony the Tiger.
My headcanon is that the Grinch and Tony the Tiger had a bad breakup, and “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch” is the resulting breakup song.
Did this really HAVE to be the first thing I see when I opened up Tumblr?
Yes.
oh god theres art
@altadude you know what must be done.
ive been avoiding reblogging this honestly but just. What the fuck. What the fuck tumblr
I apologize to all my followers for this
if i had to read this you do too
I have a hate-hate relationship with this
Good grief… I’m sorry, but I can’t not reblog this…
Tis the season bitches
DAMN IT WHY WOULD YOU BRING THIS BACK YOU HEATHEN
Why is this on my dash?
…..I’m.. Bothered? by the fact that I’m not bothered by this.
You’re not bothered?? I’m not only not bothered, I’m freaking invested. I’m having actual empathetic sadness for The Grinch. I want them to go into couple’s counseling. I want the “ten years later” when Tony visits Whoville on business and meets the reformed Grinch whose heart has grown 3 times its usual size. I want them to reminisce over a shared dinner of roast beast and wine, then spend a drunken night together, then realize that maybe things are different and people really do change. I want a 3-act story where there’s a long dark night of soul searching and the realization that maybe we’ve all got a little bit of bad banana with greasy black peel inside us, but that doesn’t mean we can’t make a damned fine banana bread if someone will give us a chance.
WHOA!!!!! i love my friends' ocs
Reblog to let your friends know you love their ocs
listening to music literally fucks so hard. you mean i can just put in headphones and experience incredibly profound emotions felt throughout my entire body
maid tried to kill me again by putting poison in my tea she doesn't know that i'm something far more terrifying masquerasing as a princess but i honestly don't think i'll tell her because i think it's really really adorable how desperately she wants to kill me. i don't want her to stop trying. i want to see the look on her face grow progressively more terrified the more she realizes things that should kill me don't seem to do anything. and in that moment i want to embrace her so gently like a mother carrying a child, and show her exactly how much i love the little game we play, her and i
woke up last night with a knife in my back and i couldn't stop myself from pulling it out and licking the blood off the blade, ahahaha, she came by again, this morning. the look on her face when she realized i was still there, still breathing, still "alive", ahahaha. she's so adorable. she looked so pale. she told me, princess, you're still here, and i gave her a smile, my smile, my special little smile i save just for her, and i told her, why wouldn't i be, maid? what reason would i have for being gone? please, set my tea down on the nightstand, join me on my bed. and i saw how shaky and nervous her every breath was as she approached me, wondering to herself, did i do something wrong? did i stab the wrong girl? did i hallucinate that? totally unsure of herself, unsure of even the very fabric of this reality we share, her and i, and i couldn't help myself. she was so cute. i wrapped my arms around her and held her, and told her, it's alright, little maid. please don't let yourself be so afraid. you have nothing to fear, i promise. why don't you have some tea? and in that moment, as i held the cup up to her mouth, i swear i could see it in her eyes, the moment she knew she was about to die
once my friend made a drink he called turpentine that tasted like every worst college night out rolled into one and felt like getting whacked in the head with a hammer, and I woke up in my own apartment with my phone wallet keys clothes and absolutely zero memory of the night before, and when I checked my watch I'd walked over 60k steps.
60k steps in the middle of the night in heels for reasons entirely unknown to me. what was I doing. where did I go. where did I come from. cotton eye joe. or whatever.
people are theorizing what happened so here's what I know:
- the club we went to closed at 2am and 45kish steps were after 2am, meaning I wasn't still dancing at the club. we got there at 11:30pm. I don't know when we left.
- none of us had any charges on our cards or venmos after getting into the club and none of us were missing cash
- we all woke up with all our things and no injuries except some bruises (to be expected from a night out)
- I woke up smelling like salt water which would make me think I'd ended up in the ocean(??) except my hair was still straight, none of my things were water damaged, and I was completely dry
- from our camera rolls we know we were all together until around 4am, but not where we were because they're all too dark to see, which is fucking weird because we live in a city with tons of lights all night
- I didn't wake my roommates up when coming home, managed to take out my contacts, cooked mac n cheese, and passed out on the living room floor
- me and everyone else who'd been wearing heels had crazy blisters
- my friend found a bunch of rocks in his pockets
- two of my guy friends were wearing each other's shirts when they woke up (in their separate apartments)
- we all got back to our apartments around 6am which we know for a fact because we all texted pictures of ourselves being home safe to the group chat, so being unbelievably hammered didn't stop us from having enough common sense to make sure we were all okay
if we'd been able to sherlock holmes together what happened it'd just be a funny night out but the fact we all have no fucking clue means we have conspiracy theories about it. and we don't let my friend make turpentine anymore.
comic that appeared to me as I was waking up from a dream
ive always rly liked the idea of a member of a group of adventurers having what everyone assumes is very well trained hawk and then at the end of their journey its casually revealed that thats actually just his buddy whos a shapeshifter and just rly likes being a hawk
the guy also like thinks everyone knows bc he never tries to hide the fact that the hawk is a person but everyone assumes hes always just joking. like the others being like "damn its crazy how he knows exactly what you want him to do its like he knows english or something." and the guy is just like "well yeah thats his first language so ofc he's fluent??" and they all go "haha good one" and move on, leaving him confused
they just think hes a quirky guy that really loves his pet and says things like "the 9 of us" even tho there are clearly only 8 people! he just cares about the bird so much he counts it as a group member haha !
none pizza with left beef
It should be a rule of Tumblr to always reblog none pizza with left beef
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