#iunno

[0-plantaloons-0]

still getting used to the most beautiful girl in the world thinking that i am the most beautiful boy in the world????? On one hand I want to implore her to develop eyes and on the other hand i hope she never does???

[circuitboardskin]

⛓️

send ⛓️ to find my muse bloody, bruised and restrained

It had been early on in Brother Eye's reign when Batman had gone missing. The AI had yet to take control of Superman and Wonder Woman just, so its power wasn't so vast that they still envisioned themselves capable of turning the tide. Terry was the first one to see a glimpse of the truth, and the first to be helpless to stop it. He remembered the way the wires bit into his skin, worse than rope burns, leaving scars that took years to fade. People still thought they were in control, then, so the AI hadn't sucked everything out of his brain. Instead his nerve endings were burnt to a crisp with every jolt of electricity sent through him. The taste in his mouth was like battery acid. A bag of pennies.

He had been in his suit, then. That had been made useless, A.L.F.R.E.D no longer a comforting presence in his ear. Just static and the occasional twitch of broken circuits. Bruce had found him, eventually; the old man's face twisted in that rare concerned panic and Terry had said, I knew you were coming.

No one's coming this time.

There's an annoying drip ping drip ping drip ping to the right of his head. It hits the pipe they've secured his hands around. Every droplet against the pipe sounds like a tiny little needle being jammed into his temple. The cold has seeped into his fingers, numbing them to the point of uselessness. He keeps moving them just to see if he still has sensation, but with the water and the position he's in, he has a feeling it's a lost cause.

The binds don't feel like wires, but if he closes his eyes long enough, he thinks they are. There's no electric shock, but the cold droplet stings and his brain is having a hard enough time remembering to stay in the present. This shouldn't have happened. Torrance isn't Gotham. Their rogues gallery isn't anything to scoff at, but it's not the circus of insanity that seems to come out of the woodwork every other blink. There's tons of excuses Terry could come up with as to why he's here, why he's in so much pain, but they wouldn't change the facts.

Someone's been keeping an eye on him. Someone's been paying attention. Because what other reason would anyone have for taking just the glove off of his left hand? There's a heavy dread pooling in the pit of his stomach and a slow, rancid panic that's been crawling down his spine. It's there under every purposefully slow breath and painful twinge of his swollen face. He doesn't need to lose his mind. Not now, not when he still has his life.

And yet.

And yet--

"The glove..." Terry slurs when someone shows, not even knowing who it is. "Where's it?"

Because nothing really matters if he doesn't have that damn suit.

[mister-lucky-bunny]

Actually so genuinely pissed off

[geminimaster]

Date Everything tierlist (YES I FINALLY GOT IMAGES TO WORK AGAIN AAAAA)

Tell me your thoughts and opinions (please I'm desperate for at least one comment /gen /silly)

Sorry if it's hard to read also

[barkingandbiting]

Why are you so cool?

Because the pain is immense and unending

[mister-lucky-bunny]

Just beat the Duchess first try how are yall doin tonight???????????

[mister-lucky-bunny]

I think I found my fav NPC so far

[mister-lucky-bunny]

A weird internet/social media situation I see all the time that annoys me is when someone goes on one of those video sites, vents their complaints or makes an obvious satirical joke about how miserable their job is or how stupid customers can be, and all of a sudden everyone in the comments section acts like they’ve never gotten pissed off at work lmao