#*tilts head*

[bluephoenixgirl]

Watching MNF and all I can say right now is that Zach Wilson says the most random shit! 😶

[benbamboozled]

You know… “Jason Todd can’t kill criminals because then the notoriously corrupt GCPD won’t work with Batman who only exists because the GCPD are too corrupt to ‘fight crime’” just doesn’t really make a whole lot of sense!

[jacksmusesdrv3]

Someone once said that Shuichi would make an S-tier mastermind

I’m just here like :’) hoooh yeah SS tier mastermind amirite-

But insofar as the effect his betrayal would have if made known, Ouma has some decidedly chilling words for the first time Shuichi lies in a trial:

...with that expression there being the last little flourish he gives, to make it known that he knows he’s up to something. Notably, this is after a big sequence where a bunch of others are going ‘that’s right, we’ll believe in Shuichi!’

Of course, it’s brushed aside because Ouma too is a liar, and the conversation ended up at the correct culprit anyway. But if you had more information about the memories and the academy, would this kind of jab still mean the same?

Because the thing here is, it can be generalised to Shuichi's whole being, regardless of its context in the moment. Just like a lot of what Ouma says, actually...

[the-good-boy-mojo]

Long haired German Shepherd (source)

[takaraphoenix]

Riiight so Eve’s the mom of Cain and Abel. That... That’s gotta make things awkward at a point I mean Lucifer resurrected Abel and thus consequently got him killed again and he very directly killed Cain.

I feel like they gotta talk about that... Will they talk about that? That’s gotta be an awkward conversation.

[celepom]

And a Happy New Year

[awkwardspyrophotos]

[the-good-boy-mojo]

Louis quietly approached, smiling at the gorgeous animal before him that Lestat absolutely adored. He knelt down, extending his arm to offer a squeaky toy in the shape of a bone. "Oh, aren't you just so handsome?"

Head resting over his paws, the German Shepherd rose curious amber hues on the newcomer. Lifting his truffle to the air, it’s light motions brought him the smell of one of these bipeds he would have been used to see around. The raven-furred-biped was a nice company. Quiet most of the time, as he would sit and stare for hours at these blocks smelling like trees and plumb.

Another mystery for the dog. Why would they stare at these things for so long, then archive them like a squirrel would with acorns? It isn’t as if they ever ate them anyway. But this night, the gentle-eyed-biped wasn’t staring at these blocks. No.

Mojo’s ears poked ahead at the toy’s sound, head tilting on a side a he was this time the one staring at the bone. Was it for him? Of course it was for him. The bipeds didn’t have much a liking for hunting and ripping down their prey as he would. But, just to make sure he wasn’t overstepping, Mojo’s eyes met with the green-like-moss’ of the male biped.