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The Horror The Doctor is missing in action. As Gallifrey and Skaro face total destruction, Time Lord and Dalek forces converge on the realm of the Barber-Surgeon. From his junkyard fortress in a lost dimensio…

#ICYMI, the War Doctor comes face to face with the Barber-Surgeon in this week's review of The Horror

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#DoctorWho #DrWho #TheHorror #WarDoctor #JonathonCarley #BigFinish #AudioDoctorWho #BigFinishDoctorWho

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Cow crossed with a panda.

Cow crossed with a panda.

These Lake District farmers have gone too far now. They're crossing COWS WITH PANDAS. #thehorror

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a man covering his face with his hand with the words are my methods unsound below him ALT: a man covering his face with his hand with the words are my methods unsound below him

I think the answer is quite obvious... yes...yes they are!
#TheHorror... #TheHorror

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The U.S. Built a Blueprint to Avoid Civilian War Casualties. Trump Officials Scrapped It. The Pentagon dismantled its civilian protection mission as Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth made “lethality” a top priority and the Trump administration reorganized national security around two principl...

BREAKING from @propublica.org

#TheHorror

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A howl so ancient, so guttural, so profoundly offended by the basic concept of hygiene that it rattled the shower door and sent the neighbor’s cat into permanent psychological exile.

The horror. The horror.

#WaylonTheDog #DogShower #TheHorror

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#TheHorror #TheHorror

"𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴--"

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I almost never got autobiographical here but this time I want to ask: does someone of you have problems with blood checks?
I'm still scared as heck,though i am an adult. I don't know why ,i did more painful things than this ,still...i'm stupid or it's common?
#bloodchecks #thehorror

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The unspeakable has been spoken. “Shower.“ A concept so vile, so depraved, that the Beast can only stare in frozen horror. He sees the future, and it smells like medicated lavender shampoo.

It is a savage betrayal. The trust is gone, man. Gone.

#WaylonTheDog #ShowerTime #TheHorror

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Someone has now bought this 1977 edition, we've one other older ed in stock and we do get them fairly often. Worth keeping a look out for , frequently dumped (!!) #thehorror from office clearances etc.

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Bu bu bu bu… HOW WOULD SCROTUS GET THEIR TITHED BILLIONS THEN?!!!!!
#thehorror www.dcreport.org/wp-content/u...

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a close up of a white cat with its tongue out . ALT: a close up of a white cat with its tongue out .

This would be my face if I had to bite into a pickled onion… #TheHorror

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#TheHorror #Trump'sAmerica

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movie poster for Melania the movie named best film at the 2026 FIFA Awards

movie poster for Melania the movie named best film at the 2026 FIFA Awards

horrified audience (of South Park characters)

horrified audience (of South Park characters)

#theHorror #theHorror

𝙄𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙈𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖 𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙥'𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙀𝙥𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙞𝙣-𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙥-𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙𝙮 𝘾𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙮-𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣-𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 $𝟧𝟢 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙢 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙.

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A Chilltown Blues comic: State of the art On culture with one foot in Chilltown, a nickname for JC ... where that nickname's peculiar roots are increasingly appropriated/romanticized. Other foot's wherever else people also try to live right n...

A very humble comic strip via Chilltown Blues.
#comicsky #chilltownblues #chilltown #chilltownjc #art #artsky #comicstrip #pigeons #thehorror

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unpredictable political climate could create uncertainty regarding whether the contract is awarded solely based on the most qualified bid."

The market is now pricing into stock values the effects of an insane president! Not fundamentals, not growth potential, but INSANITY!

#thehorror #brando
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What kind of evil entity specifically puts out a notice saying it’s not our responsibility if our employees rape you while in our custody? #TheHorror 🚫🧊😑

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Especially alarming since we know that infants, children and other minors are often captured or detained separately from parents or family members. Another trafficking opportunity for the FOTUS ‪trump‬ administration. 🚫🧊😑
#TheHorror

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Of what could you ***possibly*** be referring to <fake pearl clutching fake pearl clutching>
#thehorror

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Ik mag toch wel hopen dat de #Trump administration ook BS monitort. Ik moet er toch niet aan denken dat ik ooit in een vlaag van verstandsverbijstering naar de #VS wil en dan ook nog wordt toegelaten.
#TheHorror

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От половин час подскачам из къщи по звуците на "Boom mother fucker" - определено имам нужда от едни 5 км, а навън вали 🤨 #thehorror.

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So do we.

👊🏼💥

#dirtyworkseditorial #thehorror #ahílollevas #cómotequedas #sincuidao

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The right music makes all the difference. Also, poor Baby with the busted windshield, broken headlight and SHOT OUT WINDOW! Goes to show how much protecting Sammy is encoded in his DNA that he was willing to treat his best girl that way. #theHorror

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Hello, I'm Anaphylaxis (I have a severe food allergy) #thehorror

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Hoicking skills to the max, and f-me, I need to do a bit more cleaning occasionally #TheHorror

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Mine is Apocalypse Now.

...yeah. #thehorror

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*I have seen my Drunken Cherries through to their conclusion, and there's been no step which hasn't been met with chaos. As of this writing, the cherry-casualty list is: four jars of cherries, three batches of failed fondant, two bags of sugar, a quart plus a pint of brandy, several pounds of chocolate, many afternoons, and most of my dignity.

I never did succeed in making fondant. One batch was like stone, one was like tar, and after I realized that my thermometer wasn't recording the proper temperatures, my last batch crystallized like rock candy. So I gave in and bought some pre-made. Of course, the weird cake store was out of fondant when I walked in, so I had to wait yet another day. This has been typical of the Cherry Path, and in the end the cherries proved stronger than me: after finally seeing several cherries through to their chocolate-drenched conclusion, most of them had holes which leached goo like the blood from battlefield wounds. Some died on the table. The ones I patched up in triage were misshapen and monstrous looking, more Frankenstein than delightful dessert.

When I was deciding whether or not to package them up anyway, I noticed to my chagrin that they had developed a case of "bloom," a separation of the chocolate solids, making them even less attractive (if that were possible) and serving as a ringing note of failure in my epic cherry-making disaster. Finally, when I checked on them this afternoon, I found that the remaining chocolate shells had imploded in a tide of cherry effluvia, apparently preferring to take their own lives rather than continue on in ignominy. They expired on December 17th, 2004 around 2:33 p.m. They are entombed forever in two little Tupperware sepulchers.

Soon after I wrote the first cherry story, I penned my version of Heart of Darkness:

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*I have seen my Drunken Cherries through to their conclusion, and there's been no step which hasn't been met with chaos. As of this writing, the cherry-casualty list is: four jars of cherries, three batches of failed fondant, two bags of sugar, a quart plus a pint of brandy, several pounds of chocolate, many afternoons, and most of my dignity. I never did succeed in making fondant. One batch was like stone, one was like tar, and after I realized that my thermometer wasn't recording the proper temperatures, my last batch crystallized like rock candy. So I gave in and bought some pre-made. Of course, the weird cake store was out of fondant when I walked in, so I had to wait yet another day. This has been typical of the Cherry Path, and in the end the cherries proved stronger than me: after finally seeing several cherries through to their chocolate-drenched conclusion, most of them had holes which leached goo like the blood from battlefield wounds. Some died on the table. The ones I patched up in triage were misshapen and monstrous looking, more Frankenstein than delightful dessert. When I was deciding whether or not to package them up anyway, I noticed to my chagrin that they had developed a case of "bloom," a separation of the chocolate solids, making them even less attractive (if that were possible) and serving as a ringing note of failure in my epic cherry-making disaster. Finally, when I checked on them this afternoon, I found that the remaining chocolate shells had imploded in a tide of cherry effluvia, apparently preferring to take their own lives rather than continue on in ignominy. They expired on December 17th, 2004 around 2:33 p.m. They are entombed forever in two little Tupperware sepulchers. Soon after I wrote the first cherry story, I penned my version of Heart of Darkness: continues next frame...

"My journey into the jungle of confection continues. The walls of candy are closing in on me, threatening to tip me into the abyss of madness. The world runs in rivers of blood-red syrup and stark white fondant, blending in a failure of bad science and too little time.

The natives are getting restless, and I can feel the thrum-thrum-thrumming of drunk cherries, lolling like corpses in their watery tomb of sugar and spirits, condemning me, accusing me. The cold marble slab upon which I sacrificed two balls of fondant lies awaiting me like my own bier.

Each step takes time, and I have none to spare. I fear that I may not survive this trip. I fear the jungle is stronger than I am.

The horror... the horror...."


That just about sums it up.

"My journey into the jungle of confection continues. The walls of candy are closing in on me, threatening to tip me into the abyss of madness. The world runs in rivers of blood-red syrup and stark white fondant, blending in a failure of bad science and too little time. The natives are getting restless, and I can feel the thrum-thrum-thrumming of drunk cherries, lolling like corpses in their watery tomb of sugar and spirits, condemning me, accusing me. The cold marble slab upon which I sacrificed two balls of fondant lies awaiting me like my own bier. Each step takes time, and I have none to spare. I fear that I may not survive this trip. I fear the jungle is stronger than I am. The horror... the horror...." That just about sums it up.

My journey into Heart of Darkness:

THE END.

#thehorror #happyholidays

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#ErikaKirk Why does legacy media insist on cramming this #SheDemon down our throats? #TheHorror #TradWidow #MommyDearest

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It was one of those hyperlinks that the people who clicked on it were never heard from again.

#thehorror

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