#( WOW. r00d. )

[riddlesnap]

Date with The Riddler. Date Fee: $99.99 Customer Comments: "I'm never dating again. (Person in 40s)"

"Oh, boo hoo. It's hardly my fault if you're unable to keep up with somebody who's clearly your intellectual superior. I'd suggest dating someone more on your IQ level but it seems that problem has solved itself!"

[honorhearted]

How are you in bed?

(x) (x)

Tagged by: no one -- I yoinked it! Tagging: Yoink it from me! <3

[fluffydestructor]

@deisbookofdemons craves chaos!

"....Stupidhead."

[shitpost-rain-world-confessions]

monk should play undertale and cry and then get microwaved (i don't like them.)

.

[valorxdrive]

STUFFS THE BOQUET IN HIS FAT DISRESPECTFUL MOUTH

%#$@%$@^*)@$(^*$

.....

Huh, so that's how a wedding bouquet tastes. Honestly, it's a lot more scenty compared to anything else. Here he was, stuck before a bride who was radiating disapproval at him with all of her Headless glory.

Speaking of! As the petals drift as the bundle of flowers fall from his face, not a beat is missed as he acts quick! Those mischievous hands have already plucked that magically unattached head from it's owner, cradling that blueberry bundle close to his chest. It would be Sora who knows how to acclimate to a bizarre situation in such little time.

What better way to get that grouch away than keeping her close to this particular fountain of light?

It wouldn't stop that utterly amused grin from appearing upon his lips at the same time. "Afraid I hadn't mastered the art of catching things with my face yet, so, toooo bad for me! What has ya so grouchy while ya have such a stylin' Halloween costume?"

"You look nice!"

@piousolus

[theirmadness]

❝ that's not going to happen, molly. you're letting your emotions cloud your reasoning. this makes sense. we don't have the time for lab conditions. people are dying! ❞ of course, in his state, sherlock knows that no one would really believe that he's being objective. he really did think that he could at least convince molly of that fact. but, apparently, he had lost credit with everyone in his life. molly included. he can't fault her for that, he can't even be angry. but he is frustrated.

sherlock may be an addict, but his brain is functioning well enough that he knows this is the only way to ensure no one else dies. this is the quickest way to solve the case, and he knows for a fact that he is in good, capable hands. he leans back onto the dirty mattress, taking a deep breath in as he looks up at the mould infected ceiling. maybe his body is failing him, and his mind might not be as sharp as it used to be, but he knows he's right about this. it's more than just a hunch.

❝ molly, ❞ he looks at her, and there's something in his eyes. he's not faking it. he's not using it to manipulate her. ❝ i'm going to do this. you'll either be here to bring me back as a trained professional that i trust and know is more than capable, or it'll be twiggsy over there. ❞ there's a young man in the corner of the room, twitching and talking to himself. you could say him and sherlock were friendly, so to speak. he sits up, his back against the wall. ❝ i thought you'd understand. do you honestly think i need this to get high? look around you. i need you to believe me now, molly. i need you to trust me. ❞ but he has the feeling he's already lost her. sherlock sighs. she should know better than expect him to change his mind. he's going to do it, and it's there, in his eyes, as he starts rolling back the sleeve of his shirt, muttering to himself. ❝ fine. always have to do everything myself. twiggsy, you're back on, mate. come here. ❞ sure, it isn't fair to put this on her, to make her watch. but sherlock holmes is what he is.

He   wants   her   to   believe   his   words   are   honest,   that   there   is   no   ulterior   motive   lying   behind   his   confession.   It   might   be   her   unfortunate   experience   when   dealing   with   him,   it   might   be   years   of   heartache   and   sadness   as   she   watched   his   fall   from   grace   over   and   over   again.   In   her   heart   lies   unconditional   love   for   him,   the   kind   that   could   never   go   away,   only   dull   with   time.   But   her   naivete   when   it   came   to   him?   That   was   well   and   truly   gone,   and   Molly   could   not   find   it   within   herself   to   believe   him   to   be   sincere.   

“Are   you   out   of   your   bloody   mind?”   She   half   whispers,   half   hisses,   her   dark   gaze   ablaze.   A   part   of   her   wants   to   hurl   the   syringe   to   the   nearest   wall   and   watch   it   shatter,   she   wants   to   grab   Sherlock 's ear, like a naughty schoolboy,   and   drag   him   out   of   the   drug   den   by   it.   Instead   she   remains   rooted   to   her   spot,   her   petite   body   giving   away   her   state   with   a   light   quiver.   “Have   you   thought   this   through?   Actually?   Have   you?   Or   have   you   passed   all   logic   and   sense   and   care   only   about   a   bloody   good   high?��   

Her   mouth   tugs   up   in   a   quick   smile,   but   it’s   nowhere   near   humorous   or   amused,   nowhere   near   affectionate.   It   feels   bitter   on   her   lips,   weary.   No   qualms,   no   care,   Sherlock’s   using   her   again.   The   big   dark   eyes,   and   the   deep,   deep   voice   and   she’s   just   supposed   to   throw   all   caution   to   the   wind.   Molly   feels   bile   rise   in   the   back   of   her   throat.   “You’re   asking   me   to   assist   you   in   your   suicide.   If   anyone   finds   out,   and   Mycroft   will   find   out,   he   probably   already   knows   about   this,   my   life   will   be   ruined.   I   will   lose   my   license,   I   will   lose   my   work,   I   will   probably   be   put   behind   bars.   So   I   might   as   well   just   kill   myself   here   right   beside   you.”   But   why   should   he   give   a   crap   about   what   will   happen   to   her   if   this   goes   wrong?   He   never   really   did care about her well being to begin with.   

“There   are   other   ways   to   prove   your   solution.   Actual,   scientific   ways   that   can   be   complete   in   safe   and   more   accurate   laboratory   conditions.   This   is   just   a   sodding   insanity.   I’ll   do   a   lot   for   you,   but   I   will   not   be   the   one   to   assist   you   in   killing   yourself   with   drugs,   Sherlock.   I   won’t.”   

@theirmadness cont.

[nova--spark]

Just a lil reminder!

I have a TF Discord Server! Feel free to join and have fun talking TF with us [and bullying me on the regs bc wow R00D--]

[hxllblazer-a]

throws a snowball at the back of john's head right as he steps along an icy sidewalk.

Impact? Nailed.

One Scouser eating it with about as much grace as one might expect? Yep.

One Scouser also about to be fucking pissed? Definitely.

[obeysword]

@trio-of-tr0uble​ --​ ( for naoto !! )

    ❝I’m afraid to ask,❞ the bored droll of casual unfeeling slid off his tongue and dropped like a weight onto the ground. ❝This is your idea of FUN?❞

[nate2247]

Wow, r00d

GENSHIN STANS, GET FUCKED!!!!!

[wolfkcst-archive1]

boo 👻

dad stop! you could have made me thrown my axe!

[honorhearted]

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

This meme (x) | @ignisregina

It was a trap. Despite the fact Benjamin had been so careful in his research, the informant he’d gone to meet had been faulty. Instead of Bartholomew Knox, a p.atriot f.armer, he’d been met with a flintlock and a crooked, malevolent smile. But he didn’t surrender. Despite this clearly being the expectation, Benjamin blinded the other man with his stein of whiskey, then shoved their table into the man’s midriff before darting for cover. 

It soon became clear to Benjamin that this was not a one-on-one fight – at least three other men in that tavern had accompanied the faulty informant.

You bloody idiot, he furiously thought, cocking his flintlock while leaning against the serving station. How had he allowed himself to become so foolish? So blinded?

Leaning down onto one elbow, Benjamin craned his head around the counter, then fired off a round at one of the secondary men. The musketball shattered into the man’s shin on impact and he howled, toppling over to grab at the g.ory injury.

Ripping into a paper cartridge with his teeth, Benjamin reloaded while sneaking along the back of the serving station. The barmaid had long since fled, as had the rest of the patrons with any common sense.

“C’mon out, you coward!” Not-Bartholomew bellowed.

Benjamin moved to do just that, but caught sight of movement to his right. Turning his head, he swore softly once he realized someone was coming downstairs from the inn. He couldn’t have them getting involved…

Quickly grabbing hold of a tin mug, Benjamin hurled it over the serving station as a distraction. A round of musket-shot went off, which allowed him to rush unharmed into the adjacent room. He could hear shouts following after him, and quickly, he grabbed hold of the woman who’d come downstairs.

“Follow me,” he entreated, his tone brisk and urgent. “It isn’t safe for you here.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

Benjamin froze at that. The ingratitude of this woman was confounding. His grip on her arm loosened somewhat, though he didn’t lower his weapon. Foolishness or no, he couldn't allow any harm to befall her.

The sound of footsteps pounded heavily across floorboards, and tugging on her arm, Benjamin encouraged her to accompany him towards the back of the inn.

“Is there a back entrance?” he asked, urgently scoping the room. “We need to get out before any life is lost.”

[puzzlebones]

What isn't wrong with you? You couldn't protect your little brother from the queen. Your mother trusted you to care for him with her dying wishes and you're failing her. How does that feel Purp? Hurts, don't it?

Anonymously tell my muse what the fuck is wrong with them.

“Yeah I know. Look I’m doing the best I can here...and I’m gonna keep on doing everything I can. Yes it does hurt, but what can you do”

[faesocean]

Cori: ur welcome Cody 💀

Wyatt: @ Cody, I was just stating the obvious tbh

Wyatt: but Imma be a daddy too 🤭

Wyatt: Levi is pregnant as well

Wyatt: hence why he said baby momma

Wyatt: crazy how Cody and I both met our soulmate, fucked them, got them pregnant, and married them all in the same day

Wyatt: are y’all sure cody isn’t my twin bc that’s some twin shit right there.

Jasper: 💀

Jasper: @cade house hunting for sure this weekend, I found a Realtor we can go to. His name is Milo. Apparently he’s really good

Jasper: @cade a ring 🥺

Jasper: me wanna see the ring 🥺

Malachi: wow Cade your soulmate is literally so cute and innocent. Let’s always protect him!!!!!!

Malachi: keep him pure at all costs

Jasper: ☺️ Yeth I’m pure

Malachi: also Cody is totally crying, it’s making my powers activate lowkey and there’s water gushing out my eyes.

Malachi: @cody it’s okay to cry daddy

Malachi: but I love you so much 😘

Cori: cute. Never seen my brother so whipped

Cori: @cade seems like you mad bro, don’t compare your relationship with others sometimes it’s good to take things slow

Cori: everything flows at its own pace and when your time comes it’ll come

Jasper: @cade don’t listen to her, we’ll go see Mason and talk to Eddie

Cori: r00d

Cori: @ cody take care of my baby okay? If you hurt him I’m literally gonna rip your heart out of your chest and feed it to your brothers as revenge. Understood?

Malachi: omg Cori 💀

Group Chat: Min Siblings + In Laws (Malachi, Corinne, Jasper, Levi)

Cody: *[photo attachment]*

Cody: So this happened.

Cade: Wait...what the fuck?

Cade: When? Who?

[rebehllious]

@pclpatine​ vibe checked with: " you are no revolution. "

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍  𝐇𝐈𝐌  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒.  Gentle  and  soft  blue  hues  now  turned  dark;  like  a  violent  ocean  crashing  against  a  rocky  cliff.  No,  he  was  not  a  revolution  ──  he  was  only  a  man.  But  he  was  a  man  fighting  for  what  he  thought  was  right;  he  fought  for  a  cause  that  would  ensure  peace  and  balance  to  the  galaxy.  The  grip  on  his  weapon  tightened.  He  had  to  tread  carefully.  Luke  Skywalker  was  no  fool,  he  knew  that  the  Emperor  meant  to  coax  the  darkness  within  him  out  into  the  light.  He  wanted  Luke  to  feed  into  that  anger  and  hate.  He  could  not  let  that  happen.  “And  your  reign  is  at  an  end.”

[archivedflammes]

"What exactly is wrong with my hair!?"