ignescent:

ariaste:

ladyvyola:

machine-dove:

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

theeverydaypagan:

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

the renaissance faire is just comic con but outside and with jousting on horses instead of deadpool with a katana vs a brony with a lightsaber

@elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey I have seen a Brony and Deadpool fighting at a ren faire. It was historically accurate and Deadpool handed that guys ass to him.

i cannot believe this

Renaissance faires are comic-cons with a storyline and more beer.

renfaires are a source of deep chaos energy

one of my favorite times at a ren faire was when there was a troupe of full costume klingon warriors that stayed in character about how their time travel must have been misconfigured, as they were aiming for the late 20th century, rather than the renaissance. 

gehayi:

aricide:

thestarsaredown:

cutest-angel-in-heaven:

swede-bloggg:

pep95:

queenbradbury:

omg so yesterday i put a salt line on the pathway to our front door because i was fucking around and my brother was pretending to be a demon

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and today we ordered pizza and the salt line was still there

and my brother went outside to sign for the pizza

and the pizzaman refused to step over the salt line, like he almost did and then he backed up and handed my bro the pizza and left; which is pretty ridiculous because it’s far from our door

so a heads up to everyone i’m pretty sure domino’s is actually run by demons??? kind of like how in men in black the post office is run by aliens

demono

((”Not just pizza”))

((”but eternal damnation”))

Alternate theory: It wasn’t that the pizza guy couldn’t cross the line of salt himself.

He just saw the line of salt and assumed that it was the only thing keeping you and your brother in, and he didn’t want nothing to do with your demon asses

As a manager a dominos i can confirm that, as an equal opportunity employer, we employ an astonishing amount of demons and hellbeasts

Not surprising, as Domino’s will deliver you to Hell in thirty minutes or less.

wednesday addams makes a friend

ruffboijuliaburnsides:

fromchaostocosmos:

animatedamerican:

ruffboijuliaburnsides:

brittajj26:

okay, but imagine:

wednesday is at the local library with her father, searching the shelves for a book uncle fester told her about dangerous animals in south america. Gomez strikes up a conversation with the elderly librarian mrs. phelps to help wednesday find what they are looking for.

“That one? Or, Mr. Addams – I’m afraid it’s been checked out.”

a squeaky wheel catches wednesday’s attention, and right past her walks a girl with an ENTIRE red-rocket wagon topped full of books. the girl carefully looks over each book and drops them carefully into the book-return

that’s when wednesday sees it – the book she’s been looking for.

wednesday walked slowly up to the girl’s wagon, and touched the cover.

“I just finished that one,” the girl says. wednesday straightens up. “It has a fascinating chapter on the red-bellied piranhas of South America.”

“We’re looking at getting one for Pugsley’s tank,” wednesday says.

“A piranha? It will eat your fish,” she said.

“I’m counting on it.”

“Is Pugsley your fish?”

“My brother.” Wednesday replied.

The girl thought a moment. “You’ll need at least a dozen – they hunt best in schools.”

wednesday just barely smiled, a single corner of her lips turning up. “I’m wednesday addams.” she said, extending a hand.

“Matilda,” the girl replied, shaking her hand. “Matilda Wormwood.”

I think the best part about this is that the Addams would adore her and just shower her with love.

Wormwood,” says Gomez, enchanted. “What a lovely name.“ 

Don’t forget Miss Honey she would really love the Addams family and they her

She would initially be kind of concerned, but the moment Morticia opened the door and welcomed her and showed such kindness to her own daughter and to Matilda and to Miss Honey herself, as soon as Gomez was a complete gentleman welcoming them into their home, she’d love them. And they would be a little uncertain about her, so soft and sweet and light compared to them, but they would see how she didn’t stare in horror at their decor, and how she nodded along, listening intently, as they talked about Pugsly’s most recent achievements, and they would love her so.