sundae split

  • George: The church again, sir? Is that wise?
  • Murdoch: They'll never think to look for us here. They think we're a lot smarter than that. Which is why this is so brilliant.
  • George: ....as you say, sir.
  • The third time they attempt to meet there:
  • *scene from the godfather plays*
  • George, as he falls: Damn you, sir...you and your beautiful mind...
  • George, on the ground: Also, I'm still pissed I never got to eat that banana split sundae

ppidgeotto  asked:

can you hit me w those spacebuttercadi headcanons bc I'm desperate and lazy

oh shit i didnt see this until now o o p s

- they often go out for huge ice cream sundaes that they can split between them. pbg eats the most

- jeff and peebs call cadi the bread because pb and j h ah

- whenever they go grocery shopping together its a downright mess, their cart is full of weird crap that jeff has to sort through to see what they actually need cuz cadi and peebs put random stuff in

- they swap clothes a lot, usually noticeable cuz pbg gets clothes too small for him and cadi gets ones that are too big

- they try and find the biggest plush they can find so that they can all lay on it together. no success so far

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You may be wondering why I’m posting a photoset of my most recent Instagram posts. Well, dear reader, I ask you to use your great intellect and determine what these six photos have in a common. Here’s a few hints… starts with a c, ends with an e, and it’s quite literally the solution to any problem.

If you guessed chocolate you, my friend, are completely correct.

MAPLE COCONUT OIL CHOCOLATES (vegan + gluten free)

Makes: 14 small chocolates (about the size of 1 ½ to 2 tbsp)
Prep Time: 5 min
Cook Time: 5 min + 30 min in the freezer

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The eerie night

Equestria was silent. Utterly quiet. The only sounds that could be discerned were leaves, stirred by the gentle wind. Not one bird sang, not one cricket chirped. No owl hooted into the eerie night. Not one living creature dared even breathe.

That night, where no pony left their homes. That night, that eerie night. The night where no pony breathed, where no chests possessed the steady rhythm of rise and fall, that night where no pony lived. This is a story about that night.

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He stands there, an empty stare, trying to make enough money for his cab fare home, he'l have to walk home tonight, don’t have enough for the ride~


Summer of Music Day 24 - You Don’t Have to Be A Prostitute - Flight of the Concords

Character of the Day - Sundae

Man, what a creeper…

HEY KIDS, IF YOU WANT YOUR CHARACTER TO APPEAR IN SUMMER OF MUSIC, JUST SAY SO, MAYBE I’LL PUT THEM IN, OR I’LL USE THEM WITHOUT PERMISSION LIKE I DID WITH SUNDAE but he’s a shameless whore so I don’t care about his permission..

She stands atop a bellbottom peak held together only by strings in a multitude of colors. Her arms, clad in rainbow wristbands and plump red mosquito bites, are nailed to a crucifix of thin air. She thinks, what is this sense of fervent rush in my bones?

She thinks, perhaps this is freedom.

Counting each yarn and thread with a slight twinge of her fingers, there are fifteen blues, sixty-four yellows, twenty-seven reds, and one that is an iridescent hue. The rest of the colors do not have a name. What she knew, though, was that the blues were for every time she had been sad, yellows happy, and reds for every person she had ever loved.

The last in the iridescent hue, the thickest in fact, was the one connecting her to her carcass of a home nine thousand miles away. She remembers her mama who used to make the grandest of banana split sundaes cheap ice cream could make on sweltering Saturday afternoons. She resolved that her mother made up at least thirteen of the yellow strings holding her. Her father, perhaps seven of the blues. But the reds were all for the boys who picked on her and the girls she kissed at summer camp and museum field trips.

I want to scream at the girl,

this is not freedom! You are only a meal of the earth!

But it is too late; as the strings slice into her flesh, the canyon finally devours her.— Strings by comu