Friendly reminder that, with the holiday season right around the corner, a lot of furry porn is going to depict characters with candy canes shoved up their ass! This is not actually a good idea! Please take care of yourself this holiday season and DON’T actually stick candy canes in any orifice but your mouth uwu
In Italy we don’t say Rest in Peace, we say Rest in Pasta and I think that’s beautiful
Lay me down to pesto
and when someone dies we say he pastaway
i hate hate hate this, viciously. but it needs more notes & also i want to see how this pun develops. please keep me informed
When I die, I hope someone’s spa-gghetting me a cheeselled marble coffin, just so that my bank account will find itself empty, and my funeral attendees will all be ravioling about the holes in my corpse container.
Hate me so vicariously in my death that my memory lives on forever, your future, our present and my pasta’re intertwined in a spectacle so strange that it will ruin your daily rotini for the rest of your life.
i can’t unread this. i’m trying but i can’t unread this.
i am so full of seething hatred, it burns, everything burns. my eyes, my head, the void that is my soul, it all burns
So you mean you cannelloni feel hatred?
You seem to have gone too farfelle with this, but you forget we aren’t Alfredo the consequences. No need to act like a bigoli baby. If only I had a penne for all the people who hate our puns, we would be rich.
A little gift for my friend @svmbra of his Fallen London OC, Belén Alfaro! I love them a lot and I hope I did them justice (they posed for this picture all elegant and persuasive and then they went back to partying at the Singing Mandrake, babey).
being one bad click away from scandal 8 is terrifying, not because of the immediate danger–i’m writing stuff for the court and it’s basically impossible for me to fail a persuasive check there–but because it’s most definitely gonna come back to bite me.
like, days will start to go by and i’m absolutely gonna forget about it, and one day i’m gonna be at a party or something, just chilling, completely oblivious that my good name is hanging by a thread, and i’m gonna make some innocuous little comment about the hostess’ mushroom canapés and everyone there is gonna look at me like i just insulted their mothers. a lady is gonna throw her drink at me and call me a degenerate, and then a bunch of burly gents are gonna pick me up, throw me out of the house, and then chase me all the way to wolfstack docks where i’ll be forced to get on a boat headed to the tomb colonies, and all for some fucking mushroom canapés.
The best is the menace reducing equipment.
Alright boys, as soon as he takes off that hat, get im
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