You know what they say about “he who fights monsters”. 

You know what they say about “he who fights monsters”. 


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The Pencee Scarecrows 

On May 1, 2009, Pencee McLane left with five of her closest friends on a camping trip. What occurred to Pencee and her friends that night has become a mystery for the ages.

It’s reported that the group arrived at their planned destination at 7 PM the night of the 29th. The group made camp and spent the night drinking and having a good time. When Pencee awoke the following morning, all of the people in her group were gone.

Upon investigating the campsite, she found nothing out of the ordinary.

The SUV was still there.

The tents were still there. All of the group’s food and clothing was still in their respective tents.

Nothing had been disturbed.

She spent the next hour texting and calling her friends, but not one person responded. She even called their parents. Beginning to panic, Pencee called the police.

Authorities arrived on scene, but were just as confused as Pencee. No signs of struggle, no signs of other people.

The strangest thing to come out of the initial investigation was the discovery that the only footprints at the campsite were Pencee’s.

Bizarre, right?

It gets worse.

On May 1, 2010, the first body appeared.

Sara Paella was found in the middle of a field, right on the spot where the original group camped. As seen in the pictures above, her desiccated corpse was found tied to a rough crucifix with barbed wire. A stitched burlap sack was thrown over her head and a collar of barbed wire adorned her neck.

Police determined that the cause of death was strangulation with the barbed wire.

On May 1, 2011, the second body appeared. Kitty Sigmon was found crucified across the street from where Pencee was living at the time. The crucifix appeared in her neighbor’s backyard. Residents on the street all reported that the only thing they heard that night was a droning noise that sounded like a plane.

Pencee McLane relocated to a new city shortly after this occurred.

On May 1, 2012, the third body appeared. Melissa Green was found crucified and hung with barbed wire. Once again, the body appeared across the street from where Pencee McLane lived. This time in the front yard.

Pencee once again moved to a new city.

On May 1, 2013, the fourth body appeared. Willis Timmermen was found crucified in Pencee’s own front yard, his body in the same shape as the others.

May 1, 2014 will be here soon and the fifth member of the group still hasn’t been found.

I wonder where that scarecrow will appear…



Environment

Environment dictates all. 

That has been the story since the dawn of time. Those who had the favorable environment lived and thrived while those who did not, didn’t. That just the way it goes. 

And that has been the story with us, old friend. 

Our environments have dictated who we have become.

I have grown up in a very white, very businesslike, very professional environment over the last 3 years. 

And you have grown in an environment which is, as far as I can tell, much like middle school was.

It is loud. Very diverse. Multicultural. And crazy. Your school would be the party school if our schools operated in the same district. Mine would be the one with its head down, working hard, trying to be successful.

At my school, people don’t just walk up and talk to the principal. People don’t go all over for lunch. People don’t hang out in the halls. People don’t have phones in class. People don’t talk back to the teachers. 

We are very professional, very sophisticated, and very upbeat. 

But then again I am in all honors classes. 

You school appears to me to be the exact opposite.

So, as has been the case since the dawn of time, environment has dictated the development. 

I have grown to be very businesslike, very professional, and very future minded. I mean for fucks sake I spent my afternoon picking kids up from school and researching colleges and scholarships so that I can go to college. That’s just how I have grown up. 

And to be honest, I have never been happier with my life, or my surroundings, or anything ever.

I am on the track to being Golf team captain next year. I am going to run for FBLA President next month with a good likelihood of winning. That’s just the trajectory I have set myself on. 

I am responsible, busy, and happy. 

And then there’s you. 

We had the conversation the other day about the future. You said you didn’t need your mother anymore, and we talked about how our parents had become somewhat superfluous. 

However I believe we meant that in two different ways. 

You then told me that you did not need your mother, however you liked that someone took care of you. 

I meant it in that I only needed my parents for the money. I take care of myself 95% of the time anymore. The most important thing my parents do for me anymore, (besides the money) is the occasional emotional support when I have a mental breakdown and the preparation of food when I am too busy to make something. 

And thats what made me sad. 

Even you, the eternal optimist, cannot deny that we’ve grown apart. I’ve noticed it for a while now, but I have been denying it. But its true. Every time we get together I hope we will be crazy again. But I think that the time of our compatibility has changed. 

We had Elitches, and I adored that day. But we have not laughed, or been crazy, or had a time like that since. And it makes me sad. 

I wish we could go on forever, being compatible. I wish that I could spend the rest of my life with you by my side, making me double over in laughter. But that hasn’t happened in months. And that’s just the fact of the matter. 

And that is why I lashed out.

I was lashing out about your future. I lashed out because in my eyes, your future is sad and shaky.

However in the process I said something that I meant as nothing and you took offense. 

And I feel like your parent, worrying over you, worrying that you will make the right choices and have a sturdy future.

So I lashed out, telling you of everything that you have told me about that makes me worry for you. Because that’s what I am, whether I try to be or not. A realist and a worrier. 

I worry that you won’t be able to find a job to support you. 

I worry that your relationships will fall through because you told me that you couldn’t accept that title of yourself. 

I worry that you will go nowhere and live the rest of your life unhappy.

Because I see now more than ever that our growing apart is inevitable. I have always known that it was on the horizon, but these last few months have shown me that its already happening. 

There was a time when I needed to talk to you everyday. Now I can go days at a time, talking to you or not. It just how the road has brought us. When we do talk, its usually about nothing important, mostly consisting of “yay”s and “hahahaha”s. 

And I love that. But I realize that those yays and hahahahs will only take us so far into the future. 

This future has been created by our environments. Yours does not require the attention to detail, and the exactness, and the formalities that mine does. Thats why it pissed me off when you said “exspecially” instead of “especially” at the mall the other day. Its why I was sad that on the drive home I had nothing to talk to you about. 

Our environments have dictated the creation of two totally different people who are not compatible as they once were when the environment was creating two people much the same. 

It is not an excuse, it is merely an explanation. 

I know that we will probably never be compatible as we once were, and I have come to terms with that. But if you’re willing, I would like to put this whole ordeal behind us, and start again. 

I still want Victoria to give you a hard time. I still want to be able to tell you when my idiot friend has gone and made my life more difficult. I still would like that companionship we had. 

Because in the end, you are a part of me that I will never let go of. 


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OKAY FOR SOME REASON JOHN BARROWMAN WAS ON MY PLANE DRESSED AS AN AIR HOSTESS GIVING OUT ICE LOLLIES AND I WAS LIKE WTF AND SAID ‘this is now the best day of my life’ AND HE SAID ‘bet you didn’t think Captain Jack Harkness would be giving you something to suck on’ THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED WHY

danisnotonfire:

OKAY FOR SOME REASON JOHN BARROWMAN WAS ON MY PLANE DRESSED AS AN AIR HOSTESS GIVING OUT ICE LOLLIES AND I WAS LIKE WTF AND SAID ‘this is now the best day of my life’ AND HE SAID ‘bet you didn’t think Captain Jack Harkness would be giving you something to suck on’ THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED WHY

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A Whole New World…

(( So this week I decided to try something a little different. :) I saw some beautiful “race-bent” Disney a while ago and wanted to try it out, so here’s some of our ladies. :D (There wasn’t really any rhyme or reason to my choices, I just started fiddling with the images and these happened.) :P I’m going to go back to doing genderbent stuff, but I think I’ll do some of these every once in a while if you guys would like to see more. :) ))

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not all benedict’s movies but I tried

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5 Lolitas
Lana Del Rey
Lolita

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Lana Del Rey - 5 Lolitas (What happens when you layer all four demos and the album version)

This is so sick.

This sounds like it should be a Bond song.

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An Open Letter to Someone I Care About

I care about you. And it’s stupid. And useless. And I know you don’t think twice about me. But I care for you. More than you’ll ever know. And it’s illogical. And stupid. And I tell myself to stop and move on every day. But I can’t. Because I see you. And I care. And I have changed my habits. I have improved myself.
I lose sleep and time and consciousness to you. I find my emotions are wholly dependent upon you. And that’s silly. And stupid. And all the while I think I’m falling for you more than is logical or smart. You’ll be gone in a few months. And be making history. Making things beyond imagination. But here I am. Still living my life in accordance with you. And it’s ridiculous.
And despite how I fall harder for you everyday, all I want is to be friends. And to know that you are safe and happy. If your happiness depended upon my leaving your life forever I would up and leave you alone cold turkey from here on out.
It’s silly and bad. And yet that’s my brain. The thought that something bad had happened to you occurred to me last night. And I couldn’t take it. My mind went crazy and crazy and I had to go for a run to work out all my anxiety. I ran and ran. And when my legs wouldn’t take me further I came home. And I fell into a chair. Exhausted, sad, but slightly less stressed. And you don’t know any of this happens. If nothing else I am probably just a nuisance in your life. 
My friend told me today that being a loner is just your thing. And it had never occurred to me but it’s probably true. And I always feel bad that you’re alone. And I know I’m concerned about it. Because I was alone for so long. And it makes for a sad existence.
However if that’s just how you operate, then I shall let you be that loner. Because all I want is your happiness.
That’s why I think it’s love. Because I have decided that your happiness is more important than my own. And I doubt you’ll ever see this. Maybe one day I’ll grow the balls and send it to you. But you make me happy. every time I’m near you I’m happy. Seeing you makes my day better, even if it’s just from a distance. My friends all hate me because all I do is talk about you. You have made me be the best me that I can be. And if I don’t tell someone soon I’m going to explode.
So here I am. Exposed and existing. Living off someone who is unaware that I am utterly and hopelessly in love with a man who probably will never read this. But if you do, know that I am here for you. I am always here for you. 
And you are never alone. 
Goodbye, my love.

We were filming & Laura Carmichael, who plays Edith, and I were sharing a hotel room…

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"We’re old! WGAF?" (x)

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2013 Christmas Special, or Two Countries Divided by a Common Language (x)

That’s brilliant. Love it.

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