The fact that it's canon that Dazai shared pm intel with the ada while they still didn't know about his past is hilarious. Can you imagine them wondering how he gathered all that info and he's just like “I listen to a lot of true crime podcasts” and the guy's just so weird they might as well believe it
Good morning Amity Park, I'm your ghostly weatherman, Lance Thunder. Today's Thursday, December 21, and there’s a 10% chance of rain. Highs are in the mid fifties, and the lows are in the mid forties.
The ghost from Tuesday with the single eye and hog tusks seems to have escaped from Danny Phantom’s thermos yesterday morning. He continued to scare random people and chase them with dangerous machinery until be was captured by the Red Huntress.
The dog park on Marcy Avenue has been rendered useless overnight. The entire area has become covered with craters, likely from an unobserved ghost fight.
Binada sadece ben ve “Oma”alt katta oturan alman komşum kaldık iyi mi😀onunlada zaten kavga ettik 2 kez suratıma kapıyı çarptı 😂😂bir şey olsa gerci ilk ona ben yardıma koşarım ☺️😀😀
I will continue my audacity and ask for my janie too
WIP Wednesday - 11/22/23 (Closed) | Smalls AU
"Wait, I don't want to return it. I just have no idea how to play." she says and looks heavenward where the son and maybe the author were sitting giggling at her as if they hadn't made her give up the ghost.
"Yeah, you and half of Palmetto last year. What was it, his green eyes? The promise that we'd be beating the Ravens?" The cashier asks.
"What?" Janie questions.
"What about Kevin Day is getting you to buy this book? Do you wanna just have something to talk with him about when you see him on campus? Understand what he's saying during those interviews? What is it?" he asks.
I LOVE sewing symbolism for Akutagawa I love the concept of being torn apart and patched up again and again in a nightmarish and desperate loop that never ends I love the having been roughly and uncaringly sewed together again with stitchings menacing to pull apart at any moment I love the old patched plushie that was thrown away and replaced with a new one because he was too ugly to be loved I love scissors that cut through everything and will cut to shreds anyone that dares to cross paths with them I love the string of fate the string of fate reminds him of a noose the string of fate is strangling him and the NEEDLES needles that cause pain black needles mercilessly piercing through whoever is fool enough to challenge them needles in his arms to figure out what's wrong with his health needles lovingly darning the clothes Gin tore on accident
Good morning Amity Park, I'm your ghostly weatherman, Lance Thunder. Today's Thursday, September 21, and there’s a 20% chance of rain. Highs are in the high seventies and lows are in the mid sixties.
Technus spontaneously hosted a meet and greet in the library yesterday. He believed that all of humanity would be rushing in for a chance to speak to a master of technology, but only three people came to see him in the three hours he was in the library. Two of those people were the Fentons with their ghost hunting equipment.
The library will be closed for repairs for at least the next two weeks. They are currently graciously accepting book donations.