Central Indiana gothic

crispy-mister:

– no matter where you are, you can hear the sounds of race cars zooming by every year during the indy 500
– “I’m from carmel,” they say. you back away slowly
– your dreams are haunted by the voices of courtney cole and monica peck the sisters of savings from hare chevrolet. you have never gone a day without hearing them
– somehow a mike pence must go sign ended up in your front yard. you’re not sure how it got there, but you’re not going to move it
– every time you refer to I-69, someone, somewhere, snickers
– every time it rains, chuck lofton and randy ollis get stronger
– a performer announces that they’ve got a show in indianapolis. you wonder what they want from you
– you have never understood the purdue vs IU rivalry, but damned if you wouldn’t kill for one or the other
– things haven’t been the same since tony dungy left. everyone knows it but no one talks about it

loker2000:

nibblesofflesh:

And speaking of Lestrade, this is, of course, my favorite moment of his. He could have used the word “admire,” which is something that can be done from a distance. But no – – he used the word “proud.” “We’re proud of you,” which is such a phrase of camaraderie and love that it instantly makes them sound like family. And he could have even said that with a hint of a jest, to take the edge off the raw emotion of the phrase. But nope, that’s not good enough for Lestrade either – – he says it so frankly that he’s almost stern about it, so that Holmes will have no question how much he’s cared for.

This is really lovely.

nero-neptune:

onceuponamirror:

memesandshipsgalore:

beckyhop:

dixon-arrows:

moldychesee:

narwhal-noir:

pajarosdelamancha:

jamesandlilys:

digitalfare:

orriculum:

svynakee:

thirdtimecharmed:

altonzm:

french recipes: if you’re not making this in paris then what’s the point. fuck you

italian recipes: use the left leg meat of a pig from one of three farms in this specific area of tuscany, or from this day my grandmother will begin manifesting physically in your house

american recipes: buy these three cans of stuff and put them in a pan congrats you cooked

chinese recipes, as handed down from mother to child: season it with a pinch of this and some of that. you want to know the exact amount? feel it in your heart. ask the stars. yell into the void. 

English recipes: boil and salt it. Okay that’s it enjoy

Greek recipes: You followed all the right steps but this isn’t quite right. I don’t know what to tell you.

Australia recipes: chuck it on the barbie

Latinx recipes: you will never make it better than your abuela, face the facts

Armenian recipes: spend eight days laboring over the stove. the food will be flavorful with the sacrifice of your sanity. no one will appreciate it.

Canadian recipes: It either needs more bacon, more maple syrup, more gravy, or an unholy combination of the three

Polish recipes: you have to toUCH THE DOUGH, FEEL THE PIEROGI IN YOUR HEART, TOUCH IT. LICK IT. SMELL IT.

Every time I see this post, I learn more about how different countries’ cuisines AND neuroses.

Indian recipes: there are 500 cuisines and that means 500 versions of this dish that has 500 spices so gl 

ashki jewish recipes: no, no. no. more onion. 

Cajun recipies: if you taste it and your tongue isn’t literally on fire from all the spices, you’re doing it Wrong

Jewish recipes: add a potato and pray