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maybe its because im an asylum seeker but i am of the opinion that even if immigrants and asylum seekers contributed nothing to a nation that nation should not have the right to deport them.

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*Dictating suicide note to my secretary who is typing it in on a big antique typewriter*

*Phone rings, i go to answer it*

Mhm. Yeah. Mhm. I see. Thanks. *hangs up*

Sharlene you can go ahead and cancel that, i've just been informed that We're Back

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Urban Design Lab posted these great pics of an architect's life before CAD ...

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They should invent a method of asking for reassurance that nobody secretly hates you that doesn't make people secretly hate you.

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‘you put that cig out, you can hold her’

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Idk who needs to hear this but bisexuality includes trans people. Not "it can" include trans people or it "sometimes" includes trans people. It does. It always has. Any bisexual who says there's doesn't is just a transphobe and doesn't fucking represent what we're about.

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herpetological guide

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turns out i've been sleeping with mold for an indeterminate amount of time?????

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los angeles, ca 2025

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Gosh.

Must be rough for them.

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Damian becoming the Doctor of the family, treating the Bats when they're injured, and taking care of them... But doing so in the most evil unhinged ways possible.

Damian, injecting something into Bruce's arm: I'll give you an anesthetic but you are in no condition to fight, Father. You'll be on bed rest until I clear you.

Bruce, already standing up, no fucks given: Thanks, Damian. But I really need to catch these people, they are– They–

Bruce: *Begins to stumble in place* They– y-you–

Damian:

Bruce, falling to the ground: W-what did you–?

*Evil boss music starts playing in the background*

Damian, slowly approaching: Oh, sorry, did I said I would give you anesthetic? I meant to say a paralyzing agent.

Bruce:

Damian: Don't worry, Father, Black Bat will take care of the case...

Damian, carrying Bruce back to bed:And you, as I said, will be on bed rest until I clear you.

*Evil music intensifies*

*After training*

Damian: I made limonade.

Dick, reaching for a glass: Thanks, Dam—

Damian: Not that one. That one is Drake's.

Dick: Oh–

Damian, handing Dick a glass: This one is yours.

Dick: Oh.

Damian:

Dick:

Dick: Did you- Did you put something in Tim's?

Damian:

Dick:... Did you put something in mine?

Damian:

Dick:What did you p–

Damian: Drink it, Grayson. It's good for you.

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i'm sorry i don't know what came inside me. came into me. came over me. sorry.