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“Did no one seriously explained to you my whole name situation yet?”

Not to be angsty but the season 1 finale could’ve gone a lot worse

#varian #tangledtheseries #tts spoilers #kinda?#tts varian #imsorryfortheangst

Dance Upon the Bones of the Dead: A Dorian Gray Comic

Set in WWII era Holland, just after the bombing of Rotterdam, this comic focuses on one Dorian Gray. Dorian sees ghosts. He sees the ghosts of the dead, his loved ones lost in the screams and the chaos and the fire. No-one believes him, even though they themselves spin tales to their children about the Ghosts to keep them from running astray and falling to bombshell fodder. That is, no-one believes him until he meets one Lord Henry Wotton–who listens to him and who influences him to both be a better man and to finally pay the Ghosts the attention they are due. Lord Henry is a good man. Right?

windexinmymouth

i’m doing a comic thing folks

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It’s feral scientist appreciation month.

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This was so fun and stupid to make ty @orcgoth

spuddries

The funniest thing about this is that you can’t die against papyrus, you can lose but he puts you in the shed and you fight again. That means zim is so bad at the game he is the only person alive to ever die to papyrus and I think that’s beautiful.

randomgooberness

This person gets it.

functionalentropy-deactivated20

Hyde: You played me like a fiddle!

Lanyon: No, fiddles are actually quite hard to play. I used you like the cheap kazoo you are.

Based off that (1) vine

#the glass scientists #glass scientists #jekyll and hyde #henry jekyll #robert lanyon #tgs lanyon #tgs jekyll

phantcmfaces

“I would tell you to go to hell, but you would probably just feel at home there.”

Jekyll @ Hyde probably.

nightdrive-s-deactivated2020081

fellas is it gay to nurse your friend back to health from his nervous fever which incapacitates him for several months despite making a promise to yourself to study languages and then later embark on a joyful and exciting journey through britain with said friend before parting ways and eventually getting killed by said friend's rogue creation because the monster recognised you as one of the things your friend holds most dear, leaving him in a state of near-death at the grief of your loss

thecatsinthecrypt

reblog if you ARE JEWISH, if you SUPPORT JEWISH PEOPLE, or if you WANT ALL NEONAZIS TO BE CARRIED OFF BY MOTHMAN

weaver-z

My father, a feudal lord: Thou shalt MARRY thy first cousin Broderick or be sent away to a nunnery to die a widow!

Me: Pray tell, father… is my punishment for refusing the advances of the wealthy but revolting and dull Broderick that I shall be sent to live with a group of other “chaste” women, away from men all my life, able to garden and perhaps even to learn to read?

My father: Uhh—erm—

Me: No, truly, must I live a life of freedom with other women while my sisters languish in unloving marriages? Must I truly never bear 18 children, 16 of whom die before the age of 10? Will that be my fate?

My father: Look here—

Me: No, alas, it is sealed! I am to be sent away, never to return! Woe, woe is me!