Babsmageddon

the Big Dark is here in seattle and it surprises me every year with its ferocity

that's LITERALLY what I was thinking as I label everything at my mom's place

If/when we do see a rise in Black women politicians in the coming years, we really have to cover them bc few things unite our enemies, including from within 🙃, like an intelligent Black woman with a stage. And don’t let her be beautiful!

Dersh fantasizing about the Budd Dwyer special

If you’re still in line, STAY IN LINE

fair and appropriate

he's an entire menace

oh god

Le Printemps, by Pierre-Auguste Cot, 1873, 📸 by @bellikemike.bsky.social

she gave me the tragic white lady face and the exaggerated "MEeeeee" gesture and she has terrible hair and she was dumb.

The end.

at the end of it I told her she was being rude and she got all huffy and my sister had to take over.

BUT. Wouldn't you stop and say "oh hi, I'm X and I'm sorry about your dad and I want to say goodbye to your mother." instead of just marching past the daughters like a nut?

so I said "can we help you?"
and she said "I'm going to see Marie"
and I said "who are you?
her: "I'm going talk to Marie."

my mother's across the street neighbor just marched up the front walk toward the door while my sissy and I were standing outside.

We said, "hello?" and she just kept going.

1 of 1 million

3 turnips with very terrifying carved faces

carved turnips for the 7th year, maybe? i love it

Mycena haematopus - Burgundydrop Bonnet aka Bleeding Fairy Helmet. They ‘bleed’ when cut or damaged.

Mycena haematopus. Happy Halloween 🎃 #FungiFriends #FungiFriday

There is a ghost in your home and it loves you. It gazes longingly from the doorway, yearning to know what you’re thinking. When you walk through it, the ghost tastes your freshest thoughts. They’re always delicious. This is why you don’t remember why you walked into the kitchen.

wow, seriously.

one pig's ear and a pack of cigarettes later and it's onto the gin, Bebe, you know that. Carol's ruin.

oh my god I owe you literally everything for this

oh of course! that goes without saying! i meant where’s the pic if you please

mmm, I loved Shrines of Gaiety by Kate Atkinson - 1920s London nightclub family

Meddy.

you literally never want anyone to have fun, D.

Uncle Willie, Philadelphia Story. Nobody's uncle.

still not your uncle

*throws phone down*

Nicole no

man, why did they even let Baby John in the gang

When he says “hit it, Joe”, I don’t think first time viewers are going to be prepared for just how hard Joe hits it.

my granny and her sister used to leave their overshoes and heavy stockings at the railroad depot on their way to school in the 1920s so they could wear cute stockings & shoes.

I can't believe he's been on about leggings for 10+ years

I love how he looks like someone's sweet and way-too-hot boyfriend that you always see at parties/bars and have an embarrassing crush on and he's usually just playing pool in the corner.