#Insanity

[lucitecoffin]

[milksockets]

why paint cats: the ethics of feline aesthetics - burton silver + heather busch (2002)

[acoraxia]

Superman was so great it made my cousin stop being misogynistic to his wife

[doll444luv]

prettiest girls always have the most PAINFUL, life ruining, soul sucking, disgustingly disturbing problems ever and 2/3 of them come from their parents

[simplydnp]

can confirm: the filmed version will include 0 (count them: zero) commitment issues mentions

[andro-dino]

smells like holiday baking

[dolcevenus777]

I genuinely adore insane women. they will change the world

[dilfgp]

What was the first fanfic everyone read? Any ship, any fandom...

[gayeddiejuice]

once again asking WHAT is all this then

[thatbuddie]

5.10 | 8.08

[dionysian-mystery]

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt / Being and Nothingness by Jean-Paul Sartre / Art by Cian McLoughlin / Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre / The Letters of Fyodor Dostoevsky / Photography by Laurent Niddam / Quote from the narrator of Darkest Dungeon / Nausea Jean-Paul Sartre / Unknown artist / Post by @fairycosmos / Unknown artist / Art by Mike Parr

[milksockets]

why paint cats: the ethics of feline aesthetics - burton silver + heather busch (2002)

[reality-detective]

Seriously... Does it make sense? 🤔

[frownyalfred]

but also yeah in that same vein of Nightwing being mostly average height…how on earth was Dick filling in for Bruce at 5’10 when Batman’s lower end height in most media starts at 6’0?? Batfleck is 6’4. That’s a six inch swing in some cases. No wonder Dick was going insane.

[ddarker-dreams]

Could I humbly ask for some chrollo crumbs please? 🙏 🙏🙏

"This sucks."

"Mm."

"Really, really sucks."

"You did give me that impression."

Chrollo nurses a flute of champagne while you take tentative sips of your own concoction. White rum, grenadine, and what you think may have been orange juice mixed with a lime wedge on the rim. Waiters walk to and fro with appetizers, ranging from pork belly to oysters. You make a face as one of tonight's guest hands their trash to one of the unfortunate workers, despite there being a trashcan two feet away.

"Not that I'm advocating for murder," you quickly add, to which Chrollo raises an eyebrow. "... Maybe something softer in that general area, though."

"Torture?" Chrollo suggests.

You stop mid-sip to prevent yourself from choking. "No, not that either!"

"Morality sounds awfully inconvenient."

This earns him a punch in the shoulder.

"Why am I here, anyway?" You sigh. "I can't blend in with these types. Y'know, don't look now, but that lady by the fondue— hey, I said don't look— she struck up a conversation with me about her properties. Plural. Said that a homeless encampment is bringing the value of one down. What do you even say to that? 'Thoughts and prayers?'"

"I thought it'd do you some good to get out, is all," Chrollo sets his now empty glass down on a waiter's empty trey. You stare at him expectantly until he tells them 'thank you.' "And it's always a treat to see you get all dolled up."

You ignore that last bit. "Does it not bother you? Seeing all these leeches flaunting their wealth, when you grew up the way you did?"

He shrugs. "Targets are target; I make no distinction between those you consider 'innocent' or 'guilty.'"

"... 'Targets?'"

"In a strictly metaphorical sense."

"Dear god," you pinch the bridge of your nose. "I should pull the fire alarm or something."

"Without an actual fire present? My criminality must be rubbing off on you."

"There are levels to these things."

"You missed your chance to be a defense attorney. I'd have liked to see you defend me."

"Hah! I'd be rolling the electric chair out of storage just for you."

"And you wonder why I brought you along," Chrollo smiles. "Who else am I going to have these enlightening conversations with, if not you? It makes the evening fly by. Hm? Where do you think you're headed? I had the fire alarms deactivated in advance, don't even bother."