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The fandom hive of your other Other Mother- and sometimes your other Other Father. It really depends on the time of day and the amount of jazz music present.
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dangan dolls

wow that title is stupid

so i was just kind of gushing over mukuro
and i thought her design was kinda similar to coraline with like the dark blueish hair and freckles
but after drawing this i realized this crossover would never make sense
coraline jones: super middle school level… beldam exorcist? creepy doll child? idk

also my tablet is still broken



Because it’s a hella easier to document asks

Also I like being asked things you should ask me things.

This goes for all the blogs I have (and will reblog this to).



Day 7, Fire, Volcarona

um are there even other fire types no i dont think so


Hiccup’s gorgeous eyes (x)

Requested by Anonymous


I really love these starry illustrations by Hajin Bae.





After succumbing to a fever of some sort in 1705, Irish woman Margorie McCall was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever had done her in. Margorie was buried with a valuable ring, which her husband had been unable to remove due to swelling. This made her an even better target for body snatchers, who could cash in on both the corpse and the ring.

The evening after Margorie was buried, before the soil had even settled, the grave-robbers showed up and started digging. Unable to pry the ring off the finger, they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as blood was drawn, Margorie awoke from her coma, sat straight up and screamed.

The fate of the grave-robbers remains unknown. One story says the men dropped dead on the spot, while another claims they fled and never returned to their chosen profession.

Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way back to her home.

Her husband John, a doctor, was at home with the children when he heard a knock at the door. He told the children, “If your mother were still alive, I’d swear that was her knock.”

When he opened the door to find his wife standing there, dressed in her burial clothes, blood dripping from her finger but very much alive, he dropped dead to the floor. He was buried in the plot Margorie had vacated.

Margorie went on to re-marry and have several children. When she did finally die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, where her gravestone still stands. It bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”

what did i just read

Irish women are strong as fuck

I’m Irish and I can conclude that we are motherfucking metal


my house lacks a theme, but i think its still pretty cute!



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