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i need more people to talk about them bc they lived together, solved crimes together, beat up men together…. i’m getting the vibes that historians would call them “ best friends”

mwahah i tweaked their dresses and outfits (obviously) for this. My thought process behind this? picture it: instead of going with that murderer piece of shit to the party, they go together. they kiss n then kill him. the end 💓

(also they are literally 💖 and 🖤 girlfriends PLEASE )

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against the kitchen floor by will wood is so ricky “jupe” park coded

haymitch to maysilee and wyatt everytime they speak

The Cook County Herald, Grand Marais, Minnesota, August 22, 1903

This entire thing is adorable.

(source: The Kalamazoo Gazette, December 20, 1899.)

One quiet day on the farm, the Little Red Hen found some wheat seeds and decided to make bread.

"Who will help me plant these seeds?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"I would." said the Horse "But I'm a workhorse, and I'm too busy moving carts around."

And so the Little Red Hen planted the seeds by herself. And they grew into bountiful golden crops.

"Who will help me harvest the wheat?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"I would." said the Dog "But I'm a guarddog, and I'm too busy keeping away burglars and predators."

And so the Little Red Hen harvested the wheat herself and made it into flour.

"Who will help me bake the flour?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"I would." said the Pig "But I'm a mother of 5 newborn piglets, and I'm too busy taking care of my young."

And so the Little Red Hen baked the bread herself into twenty beautiful loaves.

"Who will help me eat the bread?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"We would." said the Farm Animals. "But we're ashamed, for we didn't do anything to make the bread."

"Nonsense!" said the Little Red Hen. "You, Horse, helped move around the stones that built my oven. You, Dog, kept me safe while I worked. And you, Pig, are raising a new generation of Farm Animals, who will too contribute to our Farm one day. You've all helped me so much by simply being you."

"Besides," the Little Red Hen added. "I couldn't possibly eat all the loaves on my own, most of them would go to waste. Come, eat with me."

And so the Little Red Hen and the Farm Animals ate the bread together. And all saw their own, and each other's, worth.

The Tampa Tribune, Florida, July 25, 1913

If I see one more article calling Lucy Westenra a slut I will commit an act of violence.