‘In 1778, two Irish gentlewomen put on men’s clothing and ran away together. Lady Eleanor Butler had received several offers of marriage but was determined to share her life with her friend Sarah Ponsonby. […] They spent the rest of their lives in a black and white house called Plas Newydd outside Llangollen, cultivating their garden, improving their minds and filling the house with clocks, cabinets and “whirligigs of every shape and hue”. [They also had] a little dog called Sapho.’
“Friend”
They literally named their dog Sapho
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Y'all shudder at the idea of homestuck funko pops
I raise you homestuck: monopoly edition
cro, no
no, hold on, let’s talk about this extremely cursed idea: what would the properties be? what would the player pieces be? what currency would it use?
Jokes on you I never played monopoly I just want to put karkat Vantas into jail.
Player pieces are lusus though. Currency…..beetles.
obviously the currency would be boondollers of varying amounts and the properties would be the various planets of the medium. free parking would be skaia and go would be prospit while jail is derse.
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this is it… the worst text a guy has ever sent me in my entire 2 decades of life…. I surpassed the 5 stages of grief when I read it and astral projected straight to hell
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An assassin is really just a serial killer who takes requests.
Excuse you, they take commissions
“hey man can you kill this guy?”
“alright that will be 10k”
“ugh cant you just do it for the exposure? whatever you suck at murder anyway”
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in movies they always have characters sharing an intimate moment and saying “tell me something you’ve never told anyone before” and some deeply moving personal story full of emotion and heartache comes out of it and the characters, who have never been in talk therapy in their lives, bond around their secrets
the fuck would I have to say? “for about six months in high school I wanted to be a mime”? like shit son all the important stuff I’ve either shared in therapy or thoroughly repressed. and now I just shared the mime thing so can’t use that.
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