#tfw talking

[xycuro-illuminati]

Hey I just wanna make it clear that if you enjoyed the dmc Netflix anime then that's completely fine. But I do want to say that people criticizing the issues the anime displays isn't game fans being mean or gatekeepy or ungrateful, we are allowed to criticize and point out the glaring flaws that its showing. The adaptation being essentially an AU doesn't give it a pass on not being criticized.

[fakeasmr]

I love the way they move...

[haveyoumetmythief]

Don’t interrupt, she’s doing important teacher’s assistant work

[chasiufan]

i detest you

[xycuro-illuminati]

At least Two-Face still has his robes

why don't male comic book characters wear cunty little robes anymore. did you gentlemen all throw out your cunty little robes?

[obibail]

"He said that's your style. Never quite lies, clever half-truths that let you convince yourself you're doing the right thing."

[c-rowlesdraws]

I haven’t posted a selfie here in a while! Here’s a picture of me from anywhere in the last several months

[drzibs]

i thought the ouaw crew would be my favorite band of murder hobos, but it turns out we’re all about ‘happy tree friends’ type violence over here

[oneofthosenightbees]

Meal Talk 🥩

[souporsaladnatural]

Tfw going to a drive in movie theater to see a movie, sam and dean in front cas in the back. It's going great except every few minutes dean full body turns 180° to talk to cas, and sam is getting pissy that hes talking through the whole fucking thing when it was HIS idea to see it in the first place so after twenty minutes of indignant inner monologuing he kicks dean and tells him to shut up, and obviously dean kicks back and now they're fighting in the front seat and cas is weaving his head around trying to see anything until he just gives up, rolls his eyes, and uses his strength to push them back into their respective seats by the shoulder. Sam huffs and goes back to watching and sulking meanwhile dean is now just trying to will his dick to go back down. Anyway none of them remember a thing about the movie by the end but hey, beats cable

[leona-florianova]

Nevertheless he reached across and took the piece of chalk, saying 'Will I tell you about my bell, so?'

'Oh yes!' she cried. 'I am longing to hear about your bell.'

'This, you must understand, is the bell seen sideways,' he said, drawing on the lamplit floor. 'Its height is eight feet; the window at the top is a yard across, as near as no matter; the width here, where the bench runs across, is a little better than four feet six; and the whole contains fifty-nine cubic feet of air!'

'Fifty-nine cubic feet?' said Laura Fielding: she had had a very long, very hard day, and a more attentive ear might have caught a note of despair under the bright, intelligent interest.

'Fifty-nine cubic feet to begin with, of course,' said Stephen, drawing two dwarfish figures on the bench and adding in parenthesis 'There sat the worthy Captain Dundas, and there sat I- elbow-room galore, as you see. But naturally as the bell sank, as it was lowered away a couple of fathoms, the water rose, compressing the air, so that we felt a certain pringling in our ears. When it reached the bench we raised our feet, thus,' - setting his own on the sofa - 'and plucked the cord, the signal for the barrel.' He drew the barrel with its two bung-holes and its leather hose travelling down guidelines to the lower edge of the bell, explaining that it was not quite to scale. 'Down it came, the good barrel, compressing its own air as it came, do you see? We seized the hose, and the moment we raised it above the surface - the surface of the water in the barrel, you understand - the compressed air rushed into the bell with inconceivable force and the water sank from the bench to the lower rim! And so the barrels came down one after another and so the dear bell sank, the light growing a little dim, but not too dim to read or write, oh no. We had lead slabs to write on with an iron stylus, which we sent up with a string; and to let out the vitiated air, so that it was always fresh, there was a little cock at the top. Will I draw you my little cock?'

Eventually he brought the bell to the bottom, and making a last effort she said 'The bottom of the sea, Mother of God: and what did you find there?'

'Worms!' he cried.'Such worms. Marine worms in great abundance… It was there that I made an inconsiderate step into the fetid mud of ages, yet it scarcely disturbed any but the nearest. These were of the plumed kind known as…'

At the beginning of his account of the Maltese annelids he noticed that her bosom was heaving. He knew very well that it was not heaving for him but he did not realize that grief was the cause until he reached the bizarre mating habits of Polychaeta rubra, when to his intense embarrassment and distress he saw tears coursing down her cheeks. His exposition faltered; their eyes met; she gave him a painfully artificial smile and then her chin trembled and she broke into passionate weeping at last.

--Treason's Harbour

[bigidiotenergytm]

yall ever get emo that ur odyseidon are kinda terrified of each other post-odyssey/epic or is that. just me.

[mightytato]

why did i do this

scared to @ you but im doing it anyway @azureeall

[daily-basil]

rw basil dressed like omori

Yippeeee

[cheercake]

My wife alcoholic divorced father of three