#doomsday preppers

[hellsgate-roadhouse]

UK underground (AI generated art)

Abandoned

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[theresomethinginmyroom]

I’m really all over the place but at least I can draw Lindsey

[frownyalfred]

The Batfamily all have “go” bags hidden around Gotham. Just in case things go south and they need to bail. Or resupply.

The contents range from “incredibly sensible” (Bruce, Alfred, Duke and Barbara) to “weird but useful” (Damian and Cass) to “why the fuck would you bring that to the zombie apocalypse?” (Dick, Jason and Tim)

[patronsaintofdoom]

testosterone is making my doomsday prepping instincts resurface

[bowyer35]

I like to think that Helena Eagan did that pep-talk in the mirror thing Dylan did to hype himself up for the Door Factory job interview --- only it was all about how crucial the Zufu meet-up would be in ensuring Mark Scout would meet her Father, get his approval for marriage instantly, and fast-track her fantasy of coming home to him every night for exhausting, steamy, hip-breaking sexcapades.

You got this. No pressure. Be cool. You are like the head of the company. SMILE, for Kier's sake...you need to SMILE more. Men LOVE smiles. *exhales, trying to calm down* Just meet in a public place. He has to eat out somewhere other than Pip's. And when he does, it's go-time. Go with the plan. It'll be just like apologizing for the video was only you'll be freaking out more, and there won't be any way to reshoot it if you f#@% it up. Who the f#@% am I kidding? I'm gonna blow it like I always do. You're getting your tempers in a tizzy. Vision. Verve. Wit. Cheer. Humility. Benevolence. Nimbleness. Probity. Wiles. That's better. Ok ok, let's run through it to feel more believable. Make sure my driver gets us there without being seen, make sure all the pre-arranged details are ready to go. Holy $#!+ I'm nervous. He is just a man. But damn, what a man --- those LIPS 🥺🥵💦✨️. I need them again. Focus. FOCUS! YOU ARE HELENA g@dd@mn EAGAN. Soooo... get his name right. HIGH PRIORITY. Men LOVE hearing their name. You can do this. You can do this. Act NATURAL. ZERO CHICANERY. That handshake is gonna make or break the deal. Everything hinges on it. Don't mother him, but encourage him to eat as it IS a dining establishment. You're so dumb! He'll already be eating. Play it cool. Just relax and breathe. What was his wife's name? No matter. It won't come up. We're talking about OUR future, not his PAST. If he invites you to sit, then it's guaranteed he'll let you take him home. You've seen it in all the Hollywood productions. Standard corporate Lumon apology, then straight on to securing his undying love. Stop clearing your throat. You sound like a sad old hamburger waiter prattling on about sauces. Dr. Mauer said you're too hard on yourself, so just stop catastrophizing. Everything is going to be fine. How could anything go wrong? You've planned all week for every possible likelihood. Just don't overplay your hand. Stick to the talking points. Say you wanna hear about his experiences but imply that it's code for sex. He'll love that. He'll love MEEEE ❤️. It's gonna be great. When he's waking up next to me in my bed the next day, all this prepping will have been so worth it.

[abs0luteb4stard]

[maive-the-sheep]

Sometimes it feels weird cause my extremist doomsday prepper parents "training" my skills and myself as therian.

Martial arts, marksmanship with gun and bow, willing to fight dirty, knew how to use clothing as flotational device hands on when i was a young child, extremely knowledgeable in various parts of mathematics and science and thinking of how all connected, versatile and adaptable, knowledge of subterfuge, usage of word choice like half truths, extremely agile and fast, knowledge of making various explosives and incendiary and corrosive and poisonous concoctions

...sheep therian...baa i guess.

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