one of the original versions of creepy old guy makes beetlejuice so friggin adorable?
“my hearts beating hard, my hands are all clammy”
“im reaping a family 🥹”
the fact he pulls out a matching red kippah from his pocket
lydia joins him and he looks so happy she’s there and is about to cry as opposed to the standard version where he’s just going “woo hoo yeah!!” like a madman
i’m actually glad they changed it because this version makes you want him to win even more than the standard because i mean look at him he’s so cute and genuine in this version how can you not root for him? yeah i DO think he deserves a chance at life
We Interrupt This Broadcast to Bring You an Especially Cursed House
Hello everyone. Originally, this post was supposed to be devoted to the year 1978, however something came up, and by something, I mean this 2.2 million-dollar, 5,420 sq ft 4 bed/4.5 bath house in Colt’s Neck, NJ.
You see, usually, when a listing goes viral, I’m content to simply retweet it with a pithy comment, but this house genuinely shook something in me, genuinely made me say “what the (expletive)” out loud. It is only fair to inflict this same suffering onto all of you, hence, without further ado:
Looks normal, right? Looks like the same low-brow New Jersey McMansion we’re all expecting, right? Oh, oh dear, you couldn’t be more wrong.
Guess who’s making a list and checking it twice?
Guess who’s gonna find out who’s naughty or nice?
Guess who’s coming to town?
Guess who’s coming to town to drag your ass into hell?
A gentle reminder that it is not yet Thanksgiving.
But oh. Oh. It continues:
If you’re wondering what’s happening here, you’re not alone, and sadly there is no convenient way to find out via a kind of haunted house hotline or something.
I can’t even label these rooms because frankly I’m not even sure what they are. All I am sure of is that I want out of them as soon as humanly possible.
How is it that a room can simultaneously threaten, frighten, and haunt me? Me, of all people!
My eyes do not know where to go here. They go to the window, they go to the fireplace, they go to the massive mound of fake plant and statuary currently gorging on the leftmost corner of the room, they go to my hands, which are shaking.
“Hello, I would like to get in touch with the Ministry of Vibes? Yes, I’ll hold.”
I haven’t been this afraid of a shower since I went to Girl Scout camp in the fifth grade and there was a brown recluse spider in the camp shower and I screamed until the counselor came in and told me it was only a wolf spider but it turns out those still bite you and it hurts.
I love watching Still Images on my Television Set :)
Nobody make a sound. He’s watching you.
i spy with my evil eye:
:)
Their souls are trapped in these photographs forever :)
Okay, phew, we made it out alive. Here’s the back of the house I guess.
Well, I hope you’re as thoroughly disturbed as I am. Seriously, I’m going to have trouble sleeping. I mean, I already have trouble sleeping, but this is just making that existing problem so much worse.
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noncomprehensive, of course, BUT. here’s my reference chart of points of overlap for the fears/things they have in common! like i said - obviously not a comprehensive chart, but still handy for finding points of intersection.
I'm just gonna set this here where I can find it whenever I want
Spoilers for MAG 102!
I never thought I’d make an animatic for anything, but HERE WE ARE. I wanted to draw a bunch of the bastard man. So. Uhm. This happened. Take it as you will!!
These are hydrocolloid bandages. They work wonders at pulling fluid through skin and absorbing all that gunk.
You can cut them down to size, wear them on your face at night, and in the morning you’ll see a noticeable difference plus the bandage visibly absorbs the goo and it’s gross but weirdly satisfying.
They’re cheaper than most acne products, they work, and 1 pack lasts for ages. They’re sold in the band-aid section of most pharmacies; try them if you can.
You’ve been lied to. It’s not the hatred of abusers that will eat you inside and cause poison to spread thru your body, it’s forced forgiveness that will erode your self worth and let anxiety to gnaw at your brain. Because of it you will be sitting and trying to reason, trying to explain how could you possibly matter if such horrible crimes against you can be forgiven away, and all while you’re still in pain? How could you possibly feel yourself valuable if every brutalization of you is allowed, condoned and forgiven easily, without even a honest apology, without it even stopping?
There’s a time and place for hatred, and this is it. Your mind will see itself valuable the second it bestows hatred and contempt for anyone who would harm something so valuable as yourself, you will feel your own value in rage, in refusal to forgive, to allow, to let injustice go. Your guilt will melt in hot waves of anger and repugnance of your enemies, you will see them for who they are. You’re fighting a war where the other side convinces you that your value is none, there’s no reason for anger or hatred or even upset if you are harmed; you have every right to prove them wrong. If they don’t value you, you value yourself still. Enough to be outraged, enough to show hatred, coldness, unforgiveness and lack of any compassion to those who would harm you when you can’t fight back.
Some crimes are unforgivable, and it only helps you heal to know that hurting you is one of them. You don’t owe forgiveness to anyone. Anyone who tries to force it out of you is not helping you. Forgiveness can either happen naturally, or not at all. The ones who inflicted a crime against you have no right to demand it, only silently hope that one day they could possibly atone for what they did.
I find this SO fascinating. If anyone else has info or essays on this, please let me know
old people really need to learn how to text accurately to the mood they’re trying to represent like my boss texted me wondering when my semester is over so she can start scheduling me more hours and i was like my finals are done the 15th! And she texts back “Yay for you….” how the fuck am i supposed to interpret that besides passive aggressive