#WHAT CAN'T HE DO

[dinosaurwithablog]

With 6 hits, 3 home runs, 10 RBIs, and 2 stolen bases, Shohei Otani is in a league of his own. He created the first 50-50 club and broke team records today. He played exceptionally!! What can't he do? I heard that he might be pitching in the post season. He's amazing!! I love this guy!! 😍 he makes the game of baseball better than it ever was. And he's doing all this while still recovering from Tommy John surgery. How does he do it? He's phenomenally talented. Let's go, Shohei ❤️

[laseratingfist]

at first i was going to write a post about the parallels between Belobog's storyline and the russian scifi novel Roadside Picnic (directly referenced in a readable found in the Administrative District) but I got distracted.... by this....

from the readable "Oratorio 'Supreme Guardian' Premiere Spectacular" .... the main thing to be gained from this readable, is later on in it (this is just the first paragraph) for how Cocolia acted in public. interesting stuff! however! that was not what I first noticed....

I think with this (and another readable article from the Crystal Daily) we can safely assume that it is a real news source, and Sampo was simply posing as a journalist. now I am wondering if Brughel is a real lady that Sampo is pretending to be, or if she's fabricated? is Sampo's 4th character story him in character as Brughel, or is that the real lady?

[bagofbonesmp3]

wentworth miller wrote stoker???

[hydranomago]

◆ Asanuma Shintaro in [AD-LIVE 2022] 

[tinas1469]

What can’t he do ? 😂🫶🏼

Reposted from shrimpy_holland

[after-witch]

The Smiling Man canonically holds a gun in the Small Spaces book series and I need everyone to know that

[wheucto]

he's the basket now

[ladychlo]

Motaz Azaiza interviewed by Ajstream after fleeing Gaza, please do watch the whole interview...

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

It's just guys night talk! Don't worry about it!

(Read Tiger Tiger and shake this man awake so he can finish that thought!)

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[lazylittledragon]

more domestics to warm the soul <33

[draikaesehoch]

Every single day I thank the football gods for Taysom Hill

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[molotovgrifter]

this made me feel ill. chapter 2 vs chapter 6.

[lotus-pear]

if being cringefail losers was a crime these two idiots would get the life sentence