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Hey,
this is a post so i can see my tags.
lovely to meet you
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The comedic timing of this is destroying me. He might as well be suspiciously cheese shaped
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she is SO pretty I love her sm
genuinely tell me what about this is mature. seriously. is women existing inherently sexual to tumblr. what the fuck.
tumblrs just gone wild with community labels since around yesterday (although i wouldn't put it past staff to censor this due to women existing). case in point:
this is a video of a ferret gently biting someone and then taking them over to a box of baby ferrets. but it's marked as potentially mature . idk whats going on but yeah it's actually in this case! not just tumblr hating women for existing
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Your next favourite might involve some foul play.
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Elizabethan Peasant 1: Look yonder! Someone has writ upon that ceiling that thou art most easily gulled!
Elizabethan Peasant 2: More fool they, for I cannot read.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: *sighing, lowers his visage unto his palm*
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Elizabethan Peasant 1: Lo, hast thou learned to read?
Elizabethan Peasant 2: Verily, and to compose as well.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: With haste, then, how is the word “i cup” composed?
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Elizabethan Peasant 1: what ho, I know a sporting jest! What art thou when thou art a peasant and art occupied in a privy?
Elizabethan Peasant 2: I wist not, but certain am I that thou shalt tell me speedily.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: Most verily, thou art a peon.
Elizabethan Child: Father, I have not yet broken fast and am filled with pangs of hunger.
Elizabethan Father: Hail, Filled With Pangs Of Hunger! Mine own name is Wybert.
Elizabethan Scholar 1: Alack, I have in my purse but sixty-nine pence.
Elizabethan Scholar 2: Lusty fellow, knowst thou well what such a sum portends!
Elizabethan Scholar 1: I…I have not sufficient to sup on fowl.
Elizabethan Scholar 1: Mine name is verily Micheal with a ‘b’, and I hast been afraid of insects mine entire life.
Elizabethan Scholar 2: Cease cease cease. Wither is the bee?
Elizabethan Scholar 1: Thither is a bee?
Elizabethan husband: Wife, ho! Bring forth my keys!
Elizabethan wife: [throws a writing slope before him]
Elizabethan husband: My keys, my keys! What, hast thou not ears?
Elizabethan wife: I thought thou said writing slope.
Elizabethan husband: Devil take thee; why would I say writing slope?
Elizabethan daughter: Harken father! Tis the valorous kush!
Elizabethan father: Thou art in the petty market; how valorous mayest it be?
Elizabethan Peasant: Good morrow, my fine fellows! Thou mayest call me Jared, I has’t seen 19 years upon the Good Lord’s green earth, but I am melancholic, for I must admit it was not my privilege to learn to decipher script.
Elizabethan Scholar: whosoever didst throw that crumpled parchment: thine mother is naught but a poxy trollop
Elizabethan Parent: pray tell, what hast thou?
Elizabethan Child: a dagger!
Elizabethan Parent: NAY
Elizabethan girl: My dear Christopher, hast thou a weed?
Elizabethan boy: Nay, ‘tis naught but a wax writing utensil-
Elizabethan girl: I shall summon the authorities posthaste! [sets a grandfather clock to 9:11, it takes a while to wind it up] [Foreign Fellow Objects in D minor begins playing]
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boy: Nay, ‘tis naught but a wax
writing utensil-
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
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Would like to stress that this isn't a criticism of the new season but just a general observation. But when will we next have a companion who sucks. Like a companion who just straight up isn't a good person. A proper rat bastard companion.