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Cosmic Funnies
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Misplaced Lens Cap

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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Love Begins

#extradirty

Product Placement
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Kaledo Art

shark vs the universe
One Nice Bug Per Day

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Xuebing Du

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COUCH: comfy
SENSORY: smoothing
TO BE READ COMIC BOOKS: here
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an emilys first and true love is an emily
this is what i think queen Victoria looked like
The Riddler probably has such an up and down relationship with the Robins because they all tend to tackle things differently and he’s always so thrown by how they handle his riddles.
The Riddler: To free Batman from my trap, you must answer this riddle, little bird. I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?
Dick, eight years old and freshly Robin: *thinking really hard*
The Riddler looking at Batman dangling upside down: ?
Batman: He just needs an extra minute.
The Riddler:
Batman: English isn’t his first langauge.
The Riddler, feeling a little bad: oh, that’s… take your time, buddy.
Jason, twelve years old: *lifting a hand*
The Riddler: -uh, yes?
Jason: Can you repeat that? The riddle?
The Riddler: um, yeah, sure. I have cities, but no houses. I have mountains, but no trees. I have water, but no fish. What am I?
Jason: Yeah, you’re a map but when you’re talking about multiple species of fish, which you probably are, you can say fishes. If you’re using fish, you’re only talking about one species.
The Riddler:
Jason: I just think you should know that. You know as a “genius”
The Riddler: The more you take, the more you -
Tim: Footsteps, where’s Batman?
The Riddler: No, you have to let me-
Tim: Nuh-uh
The Riddler: The fuck do you mean “nuh-uh”? Who raised you?
Tim, on two hours sleep, with two essays due on this fine Thursday night: *fucking launches himself at The Riddler*
The Riddler: I wear a mask but not to hide,
Steph: It's you. You're the answer.
The Riddler: You have to let me finish.
Steph, mimicking him: YOu HaVE tO LEt mE FIniSH
The Riddler: I have-
Damian: *launches himself at the Riddler*
The Riddler: Batman, fuck, FUCK, he’s fucking biting me-
god remember when there were no ads AND you could post dick on here. take me back i'll be grateful this time
is this talking about tumblr or the internet in general
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one of my fav ivy panels she’s just so tiny and fuckin around on the daily planet that’s MY WIFE
scarecrow unleashing the cloudburst into gotham
“you choose” “you can pick” NO, and if you insist I’ll kill you
dont ever put me in a situation where I have to make choices
Another thing about the plummeting birth rate in America is that America is just not a pro-natalist country. No paid maternity leave. No paid paternity leave. Children are treated like burdens. Why the fuck would you have a kid if you’re seen as ‘flakey’ for leaving work early to go to their kindergarten graduation? When you live in this ultra individualistic capitalist hellscape, there is no room for a child.
On a much lighter note, I very much care what happens to me when I die. Old fashioned pine coffin. Casket and vault acceptable if those are cemetery rules. No embalming. No viewing. Buried on the mountain near my Mammaw. Quick graveside service by an Episcopal priest, 15 minutes and wrap it up. Open bar at my wake afterwards.
I’m the youngest person in my family, an only child, all of my other relatives are 45+. Because I’ll be responsible for most of their funerals I keep putting out feelers for what they’d want. A real casual “I think I’d like to be buried near Mammaw, what about you?” or “I don’t like cremation. I’d like my body to go back into the soil the way it is. What about you?” and they have no idea. No definitive answers. Nothing to work with. Youuuuuu are 82. The clock is ticking, babe. Help me out here.
I kind of love it when websites both display relative timestamps for an unreasonably long span of time before switching to absolute timestamps and use unreasonable units for the span in question. "This post was made 37 weeks ago" under what conceivable circumstance is this a useful way to communicate that?
sometimes the best fic you’ve ever read has 290k words but hasn’t been updated for a year and other times it’s updated weekly with 5 million words and either way neither of them are finished
no sorry i dont really use instagram, i can contact you via ouija board, spirit box, fluctuations in temperature, flickering lights, and certain rituals. i am also on tumblr.
sick and tired.. SICK AND TIRED !!!