Wouldn't you like to?

Wow.... so you’re telling me you took an action that resulted in the death of one person...... to save the lives of many people.... who would have died if you did nothing??? that sounds so familiar

you bottle Miette??

You crush Miette like the grape?

brick up mother in basement for ONE THOUSAND YEARS

The Cask of Miettellado

Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post

Selina Kyle would dump his ass in minutes..

First carriage ride of the year 🐶🌼

For anyone new, Holly Mop is a rescue dog who spent the first few years of her life in a cage. When we first got her she was terrified of being outside and would become ill with stress when we tried to take her on walks. We got her a stroller to see if that would help and it became her favorite thing. Three years later she’s able to walk on leash in quiet spaces, but still loves the elevated view from her carriage.

The flowers are left over from renfaire last year:

This transformation kills me every time.

She’s so happy now.

In another universe, Sam Reich is part of Batman's rogues' gallery.

@thebibliosphere

Him and the chocolate guy.

Nightwing: "...but why is it made of chocolate?"

Amaury Guichon aka Chocolate Guy, incredulous: "It is a bombe au chocolat, what else should it be made of?"

Sam Reich, popping around a corner, delight in his voice:"I have a better question: HOW DID YOU MAKE A BOMB FROM CHOCOLATE!?"

"WTF where did you come from?"

Reich, with manic glee: "Me? I've been here the whole time! :D"

Batman swings in, punching them both.

What do you think @thebibliosphere? Is there something here?

"What is this?" the kidnapped socialite demands, rocking uselessly in the chair they're tied to in the abandoned confectionary factory, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Ah, mon petit chou pourri, isn't it obvious?" Amaury Guichon asks, standing over a bubbling vat that smells sickeningly sweet. His smile takes on a sinister gleam. "It's death by chocolate."

The sound of Nightwing slow clapping from the rafters is heard.

Meanwhile, the League of Assassins is taking a vote over WhatsApp to eliminate Sam Reich because they're worried he'll take over if he gets bored enough.

"Hang on, I know a guy," the Riddler says.

Brennan Lee Mulligan enters the chat...

“I just feel so dead inside…”

“Dead inside, you say? I know something that might just work”

reanimate my will to live

Wake me up inside

I’m getting really tired of the wise serene pacifist trope in fiction. Every committed pacifist, prison abolitionist, antiwar activist, etc I’ve ever met in real life has been vibrating with compressed rage at all times. Do you know what it’s like to believe deeply in your heart that doing harm to others is wrong and the goal of society should be to alleviate suffering for all people and live in the United States of America? IT’S NOT FUN. Show Us The Pissed-Off Pacifists. 

Dude there might be a word for the emotion that is forged when someone’s deep abiding love and compassion for all people and living things welds itself into decades of built-up foaming fury at how those people been treated their whole life by those in power to create a sort of alloyed super-commitment to a set of ethical principles but i promise you “tranquility” is not that fucking word

the funniest character headcanons are feral, homophobic and tax evader i dont accept constructive criticism and you cant change my mind

hates the irish, fucks to survive, war criminal

alignment chart

she does not FUCK

can you believe this website is free

okay so that’s at least one person who would have no problem if they got sent back to medieval times, the guild hall absolutely going off to this mashup

@honey-wine-and-time

Husband: That tune is really familiar.

Me: It’s the Pirates of the Caribbean theme.

Him: Ah.

Me: Mashed with Carol of the Bells. On a harp.

Him: *stares*

Me: Everything is on the internet somewhere.

Me, just trying to read my book in bed:

@mothman-etd walking into the room: hey, so do you know who the Onceler is?

Me:

And then he left.

To be fair you lost the ability to talk so I figured I'd give you some time to collect your thoughts.

You looked so serious. I thought you were going to tell me someone died.

And then you hit me with a fucking loony toons mallet.

It's been 12 minutes and I’m still cry-laughing so hard Holly Mop is concerned. She thinks I’m in pain.

I am being shown Onceler gifs. The fuck was wrong with you all.

You brought this on yourself. Suffer.

Live footage from Joy's House right now...

One of my absolute favorite tropes is “We have taken the one you love most!” “Oh, have you? Good fukken luck lmao” *distant screams of kidnappers as loved one escapes* or the flipside: “We’ve kidnapped you!” “You are in so much trouble. You are in so much fucking trouble. You are in the most trouble ever, oh my god.” *DOOR EXPLODES INWARDS AS LOVED ONE ARRIVES* and the alternate: *vehicle pulls up, door opens, person is shoved out, door slams, vehicle screeches away* “Did you get kidnapped??” “For a minute yeah”

So, what this post is saying is that we need a series called Kidnappers in Therapy.

I would watch that series

you're nor tired sad or unmotivated, your brain is simply begging to have a hole drilled into it. go to my tiktok shop buy one trepanning drill this will change.your.life.

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