tom nook: you can say "please" and "thank you" and the twins will never repeat it
tom nook: but if you say "ass-faced motherfucker" ONCE

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tom nook: you can say "please" and "thank you" and the twins will never repeat it
tom nook: but if you say "ass-faced motherfucker" ONCE
Hello. Why is it you do not take this blog seriously? Why can you not enter my inbox, leave a decent, respectable ask, and then leave? Do you despise my existence, or just my sanity? Would you deny me my right to offer you the love and gratitude you deserve, my darling? My sweetheart? What is it you desire, if not a decent piece of prose or pipedream poetry to tide your tick-tocking, complex brain over for the few seconds you allow me to hold your attention? I just want to treasure you, and you deserve something nice, don’t you? But it is sabotage you are addicted to. It is the chase of it, the game that we humans make of love. Love, a most serious matter, one that has launched legions, launched battalions, launched poisons in the heart to infect the mind with madness. I just want beautiful things for you, my soft darling, as I know you are suffering, and yet you push me away like this. What has become of us? What has become of what we once had? I once admired everything you were, and yet I was blinded only by what you were not. My sight has returned, beloved, and with it comes a clarity in the heart where once your vapid, bitter poison bled. Come to bed, sweet thing. Worry not for how the space where I sleep next to you will be empty and cold by morning, for you will surely, most clearly have a better life without me. Instead of focusing on my love for you (and indeed, your desire to inflict harm upon me for some reason I cannot fathom), you may flourish into the powerful creature you were always destined to be. - Yours devotedly, Mod Sable.
“Wow.” Joseph laughed softly to himself, throwing that ass in a circle, and doing so at speed. “I sure am d*mmy th*cc.” Dio, who was spying on Joseph from the shadows of the hotel room, waiting to strike, had launched himself forward at just the wrong moment. The ass that had been so enthusiastically thrown in a circle clapped into his face, the force of two cheeks colliding with his cheekmeat killing him instantly, sending his obliterated corpse through the window and out onto the dusty roads below.
mabel: truth or dare?
sable: truth.
mabel: how many hours have you slept this week?
sable: dare.
mabel: go to sleep.
sable: i don't like this game.
tom nook: *getting visibly angry*
redd: you look so cute when you're mad.
tom nook: well i'm about to get real fucking adorable.
flick: i want to tell a joke but i can only remember the punchline
cj: go ahead
flick: tooth hurty
cj: what's the best time to go to the dentist?
flick: you complete me
tom nook: good morning
isabelle: good morning
timmy and tommy: good morning
blathers: good morning
mabel and sable: good morning
villager: you all sound like robots, try spicing it up a little bit
redd: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS
villager: *sighs*
raymond: i have heterochromia.
marshal: you're afraid of straight people??
raymond: no!
raymond: well, that too, actually.
isabelle: do you have any healthy stress outlets?
blathers: screaming
tom nook: manipulation
redd: murder
isabelle: ...okay, so we have screaming