i think that whenever there’s a completely bonkers house up for sale being sold-as-is with all the completely bonkers stuff inside, what’s actually going on is that the owner has come up with a slick, suspicion-free way to transfer ownership of their evil cursed doll onto an unsuspecting sucker
if you try and sell or gift the doll away, that’s immediately suspicious. if you sell it alongside your entire estate, replete with your niche collection of vintage clown figurines and your garish psuedo-ewardian sitting room full of flamingo-themed timepieces or whatever, nobody is the wiser. its a drop in the ocean. a needle in a haystack. a milkdud on a theatre floor.
It’s a way to distract from any potential issues the house actually has that can be revealed in an inspection
the potential issue is that there is a cursed doll
so Rumspringa is the time in an Amish person’s life as a teen/young adult when they are encouraged to experiment with non-Amish stuff and I know in shows and movies it’s all like sex and drugs, but in real life it’s usually like learning to drive & going to movie theatres & like playing video games. Anyway my hometown is surrounded by a lot of amish communities so I know a lot of Amish ppl and it’s pretty normal to talk to someone who’s in rumspringa so whatever. Usually they wear non Amish clothing etc.
But last fall while I was in town I went to petco and while I was outside waiting for my friends to check out I saw an Amish girl who Had to be just getting into Rumspringa still in her Amish dress, bonnet, shoes, etc., walk up to some guys vaping outside the store and with the utmost confidence say “hey can I do that,”
And they were so mystified they were just like “uh. Yes. Absolutely.” And she hit their vape and looked super considerate for a moment and then said “hm. Nah. Thanks” and walked away.
I think about this a lot. The confidence. The resolution.
If i was a sickly little peasant boy designated by the aristocracy to carry messages back and forth for pennies and you found me against our citys outer wall with a deep wound in my chest from a musket ball and a letter cluthed in my hand and i told you that my dying wish was to have someone read that letter to me so i would know i died for something important and you open it up and you find a single large illustrated diagram of an onion would you tell me what it was? What would you say?
this is the content I stick around for. you can’t find shit like this on twitter.
ya’ll dissing the supernatural finale like the writers didn’t sacrifice every lead character so georgia could turn blue twice
YES THEY FUCKING CONFIRMED THE GEORGIA VOTE LIKE AN HOUR AFTER THE SUPERNATURAL FINALE, tonight is gonna be hog fucking wild here on tumblr dot mega hell
please GOD let me learn things from actual news sources
IF YOU SPEND ALL YOUR TIME CLOISTERED IN THE CLOWNERY STOP COMPLAINING WHEN THE CLOWNS ARE YOUR ONLY CONVERSATION PARTNERS
LMAO I JUST LOOKED IN THE SUPERNATURAL TAG ON TWITTER
SHJKGLHKKGNJCMBJ
Imagine surviving getting punched in the face by God only to die two weeks later because you got stabbed by a fucking vampire mime wearing a mask from Walmart.
