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Rainy Day

Surrounded by the charcoal interior of the crimson red GMC truck,

 Music blares out from the radio.

Someone told me long ago there’s a calm before the storm.

Rain comes through the open driver window,

Raindrops hitting the flat head screwdriver in the truck’s ignition as a key.

I know it’s been comin’ for some time.

My gaze moves from the window to the grinning man in the driver’s seat.

My racing heartbeat takes over my hearing as my hands are shaky and sweaty,

It’ll rain a sunny day.

My mouth dry as the desert as if my tongue is covered in salt,

Taking a deep breath inhaling the smell of rain and wet asphalt.

I wanna know… Have you ever seen the rain?

Words come out of my mouth like a rushing waterfall,

“I am a boy and my name is Joey.”

Comin’ down a sunny day,

He turns his gaze to me his grin turning into a big smile.

Yesterday and days before… Sun is cold and rain is hard.

His hand messes up my hair as he speaks,

“It doesn’t matter to me if you are a boy or a girl. All I want is for you to be happy.”

Til forever, on it goes through the circle, fast and slow,

Tears stream down my face.

I know it can’t stop, I wonder

A smile stretches across my lips as a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

I wanna know… Have you ever seen the rain?

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Shattered Heart of a Bride

Her eyes dull and empty to the living world

Staring at the stone slab planted in the ground under the dead tree

Her heart broken and no longer beating

Her blue skin standing out amongst the blanket of snow covering the ground

The side of her ribs exposed from the once white dress to the living world

Her eyes dull and empty to the living world

Sliver tears trickle down her face as the betrayal haunts her

Her skeletal hand loosens its grip on the bouquet of flowers

Her heart broken and no longer beating

The man who hurt her still remains with her

She never forgot his face as it is burned into her mind

Her eyes dull and empty to the living world

She believed she was past the pain after many years

But she wasn’t it stayed in the back of her mind lying dormant

Her heart broken and no longer beating

She wipes away the tears with her flesh covered hand

Pushing away her pain and sadness turning away from the stone slab

Her eyes dull and empty to the living world

Her heart broken and no longer beating

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Rest In Piece. Arleen Sorkin the woman who was not only the inspiration for Harley Quinn but also brought to life for us all to enjoy. She will always be remembered as being the best and original Harley Quinn there ever was.

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Last Happy Birthday To The Best Widow Natasha Romanoff!

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Ladies and Gentlemen... THE BATFAMILY!!

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The Phoenix Has Arrived And She's Ready For Destruction!

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Red Hood kicking ass and taking names.

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Rest. In. Peace Kevin Conroy one of the men who helped shape my childhood and the greatest Batman there ever was.

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Family Matters: episode one

It was a rainy November night, at Marwood manor it was a silent inside the home. The only noise coming from Tobias Marwood’s study where the stubborn old bastard sat in his black leather chair.

Watching out the window as the raindrops hit the glass, the old man took a deep breath remembering the smell of rain from memory as he swirls around a glass of well aged bourbon.

As he hummed along to the music playing, he even sang some of the lyrics at random points during the song. “I could never belong to anyone sweeter than you, with you to stand beside me I'll never be alone.”

Mentally dedicating the song to his dear wife Anastasia as he glances at her picture on his desk. As the music slowly begins to fade in the background, with one glup he chugs down the rest of his bourbon.

Setting his glass on the oak desk as his office door also opens a person in all black slowly creeps into the room trying to go unnoticed by the aging man.

Tobias staightens his posture as he has his eyes closed taking a deep breath as a small amused smile stretches on to his face as he opened his eyes keeping them on the window.

“I was wondering when you were gonna grow the balls to come here.”

He slowly places his wife picture face down against the desk as if to shield her from seeing what is coming next. The person approaches Tobias in a fierce pace whipping the chair around to face them. Now being face-to-face with each other, Tobias scouffs looking at the mysterious person.

“Oh please you don’t have the courage to show your face to me now after all you whining and crying showing me how much of a disgr–..”

A pained groan left Tobias’s mouth as he glanced down at the knife in his abdomen. He brings his gaze back to his killer's supposed line of sight

“If you think I’m going to beg for my life and yield to give you what you want then you're wrong.”

The old man spits a mouth full of blood in the masked individual's face. In anger the person throws Tobias out of chair to the ground, the individual grabs one of Tobias’s prized golf clubs and with all their might they start beating the old man to death.

For what seemed like hours the masked person finally stops breathing heavily they looked around at all the blood splattered around the room. The person takes one finally swing at the body making sure that Tobias was really dead.

They drop the golf club near the body walking out of the office in a calm demeanor as they let out a relaxed breath closing the door behind them with their gloved hand.

The next morning the house keepers arrive at the manor, one of them stays downstairs while the other house keeper travels up the stairs.

She notices that the master bedroom door was open but no one was in their. She shakes her head

“I swear that old man is just wearing his own body out at this point.”

She stops in front of the office door noticing a smudged red liquid on the door knob she wipes it off with a small towel before openig the door.

There she was faced with the horrorfying site of Tobias Marwood’s bloody bludgeoned body on carpet floor. She lets out a blood curdling scream as she bolts away from the room back down to her coworker who ran to meet her at the bottom of the stairs.

“Alice why are yo–”

“He’s dead Debby! Holy fuck someone killed him!”

Debby placed her hands on Alice’s shoulders looking her in the eyes.

“Alice are you sure that it was him? You know the rumors about what that crazy old bastard has done.”

Alice brushes off Debby’s hands looking at her in disbelief

“Yes i’m fucking sure our boss is dead in his office!”

Debby nods grabbing her phone from her pocket as she opens her phone Alice grabs her hand.

“What are you doing?!”

“Calling the police duh.”

“What if the killer is still here?!”

Debby shakes her head at the dramatic brunette.

“If they were we would be dead by loud because of your loud fucking screaming.”

Debby pulls her hand away continuing to dial 911 putting the phone up to her ear.

“Hello we need officers here immediately, someone killed our boss."

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more stuff with crona and there wonderful fam, featuring babies!!! and big sibling crona!! because the idea came to me and i just couldn’t help myself ok, im weak and it was rlly cute,,

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pink in the night

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The Outbursts of Everett True was a comic strip that ran in papers from 1905 to 1927, wherein the aforementioned Everett True regularly beat the everliving shit out of rude people as a warning to anyone else who might consider being rude. Men have not only been taking up too much room on public transport for about as long as public transport has existed, but the people around them have been irritated about it for at least a hundred years. The next time someone tries to claim that manspreading is a false phenomenon, please direct them to this strip so that Everett True can correct their misconceptions with an umbrella upside the head.

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Family Photos

a short lil comic about crona not quite being able to handle how sweet and caring there new parents are. and like?? i’m crying i’ve been wanting to draw cute fam shit of these 3 for centuries now.

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Friendship and bravery and….love.

 A combination of the wonderful “friendship and bravery” moment between Harry and Hermione in the Philosopher’s Stone and the “and love” moment in SweetShireen’s fic Awakening (AO3/FFN).

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I have been rereading (well listening to audiobooks as I work) Prisoner of Azkaban and now Goblet of Fire, so my love for Sirius and the Marauders in general got back full force;; 

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Growing up with your starters

Artist:  esasi8794 / Twitter