"No, I couldn't." The crime lord looks up to the vigilante, who clearly was more concerned than he was about the state of the goons he'd beat down.
Before Nightwing could think to stop him, Red walks over to the last of them and pats them down, taking a small baggie of glowing white and green powder. He pockets it, then takes a few steps back, hand resting on the grip of his pistol.
"They aren't dead. Yet. Didn't have the time to round them up, myself."
Red Hood's always had a very specific way of categorizing who dies and who just gets their asses beat. It's all about those little legal loopholes. If they shoot, aim at him and keep shooting, their lives are more often than not forfeit.
These ones were just a little too slow with the trigger. But that didn't mean living had to be especially pleasant while Red Hood was in the streets.
Biggest Jesus W at the Skillet concert: All of those 'have plausible deniability as secular love songs' tracks from the Warrior Cats AMVs you watched when you were 13 still unironically go hard
Biggest Jesus L: John Cooper capping off a sermon against divisiveness by going full CHUD about #CancelCulture and the right to own your children. As he's doing this the sweet skunky odor of The Herb wafts over me from someone secretly lighting up nearby. Quite a nuanced emotion was captured in that moment. Pure performance art.
God I would love some resources about the potential negative health effects of heavy drug use that don't have a massive overtone of THIS IS WHY ALL THOSE WHO PARTAKE OF THE DEVILS LETTUCE MUST BE THROWN INTO THE ABYSS
I just wanted to know why it can increase your stroke risk thankyouverymuch. I do not want to read your christofascist anti-bodily autonomy propaganda
some fun older traditional pieces I unearthed while sifting through some scans
[image ID: six colourful and whimsical art pieces.
1) an inked watercolour painting of a surrealist playground, featuring tube slides, a clown tent, a ball pit, a pond, a large bead roller coaster toy, and a classical figural sculpture, populated by several creatures.
2) a scribbly layered cloud of dozens of messages written over each other. the words are almost entirely unreadable, but some can be made out, like “very handsome boy” and “I would too.”
3) a watercolour painting of two butch lesbians, one with light beige skin, reddish born hair, and a varsity jacket and another with warm brown skin, a brown buzzcut, and steel-toed boots wearing overalls, holding hands and kissing in front of a brick wall, shown from a low angle down by their shoes.
4) an acrylic painting of a humanoid silhouette patterned with a children’s city play rug with marshmallow-like letters twisting around it to spell “there’s no place like home!”
5) a mixed media ink, marker, and oil paint pen drawing featuring a strange looking orange cat, a green bong with purple sparkly smoke, and many different types of fonts and text filling up the rest of the page, including rainbow letters that read “jarfelt the cool cat,” a textbox that reads “he puts catnip in his bong! what a guy!” and melting bubble letters that read “he eats your dreams.”
6) a coloured graphite illustration of a worm wearing a cowboy hat shown from a very low angle looking up through tall blades of grass to the sun overhead. end ID]