Damian living up to Dick's example, showing kindness to people, because that's what Robin's legacy is, and HIS LITTLE FACE as she compliments him for being so nice, is EXACTLY the kind of Damian feelings I come to comic books for. JUST LOOK AT HIS ADORABLE LITTLE FAAAAAACE.
They are BROTHERS your honor :)
Really confused as to how my logo changed to kermit the frog. Unless im starting to have hallucinations from lack of sleep. Still. mindfucked.
still thinking about this youtube comment i screenshotted ages ago
i adore these two.
anyone who says they don’t act like brothers doesn’t know what they’re talking about.
everyone saying "art doesn't need to be perfect" hasn't taken into account the art monster, the monster that comes and kills you if art doesn't look exactly like it did in your head
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter featured in The Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay
thinking about harvey stardew valley and being a rural country doctor with a caseload like:
and also there’s a fucking wizard. what’s up with that. how often do you think the man goes “why did i get an MD why didn’t i just train to be a wizard i didn’t even know that was an option” while performing emergency surgery on this one farmer who won’t stop picking fights with ACTUAL MONSTERS
went to a discussion led by elliot page earlier today and there were many good things said but at one point the other presenter asked him "what's a cool thing about yourself that has nothing to do with being trans?" and he said "uhh this is all I've got going for me" and then paused before adding "if anyone has three oranges, I can juggle"
The correction is killing me
oh well, you know... *gesturing incoherently* as above, so below.
Sharing the secrets of your hearth with strangers who will never be able to meet or thank you. Honoring the dead through learning their traditions of the home; emulation and exaltation. A good carrot cake.
I bet all of these women swore that they'll only reveal their secret recipes "over my dead body" and they delivered.
My friend is trying to name herself, and she's like, "Oh, what's that name that's like marmalade, but it's a name?" and I know she means Adelaide, but I think I can talk her into naming herself Marmalade if I play my cards right here.
Not in a hateful, cruel way, but because my name is Newt, and I think "Newt & Marmalade" sounds like a detective agency that solves mysteries for tiny garden critters.
i don't know man, i just wish that we could [suddenly realising i'm coming dangerously close to expressing a real and earnest thought instead of filtering everything through several layers of intangible running bits] blow up the entire world. or something.
when u rompin around with ya pot
when u romp too hard and get ya head stuck in the pot
when ya hubris is ya downfall and there is no release
