The Holly, The Ivy and Thom

See also: Ghost World (what the hell even happened to Thora Birch??)

Certified "listen to bloodwork.show " moment.

Sabrina walking the dog

Sabrina Carpenter made the White House delete their fuck ass tweet.

The Holocene Marine Transgression, aka RUSSEL TOVEY FUCKE A FISH

Anyway, read this thread on Agadoo, it is a fucking JOURNEY

Ok but both the Black Lace guys* are dead and one was a nonce? What the fuck?

*the ones you're thinking of anyway

Crimes.

I love that they made a special peace prize for their special little boy and it's this horrifying gewgaw.

Weeeyyyyyyy

Rocking it.

Ohhh a writer for The Atlantic.

Why do they all look like fake books, that's wild.

This is the most horrific trophy I’ve ever seen. It looks like a cursed object found in a desert crypt.

If I was paying that much I'd WANT to get disappeared by ICE.

Owler has seen some shit.

donald trump, gianni baby and the extremely funny "FIFA Peace Prize"< which is basically the Jules Rimet Trophy with a load of gold hands bolted on it

the best trophy

<stupid voice> hi it’s grandma, that stupid old bitch, i’ve come to ruin Christmas, where’s my sprouts
<mum voice> they’ve gone on fire
<alexa> i’ll get that for you, why don’t you sit down while i order you a furby full of valium?
<mum voice> ahh, that’s better
<cheeky 12-year-old voice> muuuuuum

Need to remove the US from this equation immediately.

Yeah, that's right. It is really interesting - not just the fun of the stories but also the way they fit together and the way the Devil fits into them (sometimes awkwardly as they're invariably originally about some other antagonist) and the way they spread and pollinate. Genuinely fascinating.

I HATE THAT GUY

This is a wonderful and scary way of thinking about magic and demons.

Me but crudely painted over as Krampus. Even got a basket of Victorian waives on my back and that.

Remember that time I became Krampus? What were that all about??

Picture of Krampus in top hat in circular motif.

Picture of Krampus in top hat in circular motif.

Krampus, get to work, man.

(My two Gentleman Krampus illustrations. Gouache, ink, colored pencils.)

Oh what's the business reason for [whatever horror is being inflicted on the arts today]?

Business guy who is a caveman for some reason: Me more money. Get money. Big money in pile. Me.

Shut up, cunt.

Tell you what, this is an unbeatable time if you enjoy watching every form of art you've ever loved getting mashed into unusable paste then destroyed by knuckleheaded tyrants who want nothing more than to cram money they will never spend into their insatiable gullets.

There's a parakeet in our garden. That's so cool.

"They speak my language" yeah no kidding, Joyce.

Poetry.

So Netflix now owns virtually the entire studio-era output of MGM and Warner Bros. This seems… bad.