#in class today

[hierneneuro]

i am insane and need therapy !!!!!!

[damiel-of-real]

ive had this fuckig image in my brain for ages. i dont know what it means

[vesperosy]

happy dungeon meshi day!!!

[tizzymcwizzy]

can you tell the brain rot is coming back

[xxplastic-cubexx]

something about first impressions idk

bonus:

[hamsternamedmarinette]

I know we talked about the foosball table a lot but I don't think we talked about it enough

[tearfulangel]

Rebeca Andrade performs her olympic floor routine beautifully, with a difficulty score of 5.9 and an execution score of 8.266, totalling in at 14.166, she wins first place and takes home the gold for Brazil! Making history and becoming the Brazilian athlete with the most olympic medals ever!

[expelliarmus]

[manichewitz]

the cunt they served on this day

[ferretrix]

Knight I

[elleselanguitsansfin]

it's hailing today and the gloom outside is casting peculiar shadows around my room...

[backpackevil]

Let's just say that if I have to live through the same boring ass lecture every wednesday for the next few months I will either go insane or post an insane amount of art

I am singlehandedly rioting against early boring IT lectures with kokichi and kokichi alone

[starry-bi-sky]

No.

No, no, no, no, NO!

He's shaking. His heart is burning in his chest, pounding like a jackhammer against his ribs, and there's a trembling, aching rage building beneath his tongue and pressing against his teeth.

In his hands, his fingers tense and wrists locked, the article reads in big, black font: JOKER LOCKED IN ARKHAM ASYLUM AGAIN!

Danny shouldn't feel so angry about this, this is a good thing. Gotham doesn't have to deal with him for another few months at the least. He should feel relieved, a little more at peace.

He is not.

He cannot swallow the fury thudding behind his eyes, the burning white heat searing a deeper hole in his chest. A searing green filling static in his ears in the way only the rage of the restless dead can have.

How is he going to kill him now?

Arkham may be the only asylum in America made entirely of tissue paper, but it's still an asylum. There are cameras, guards, other patients resting inside. Danny can think of a million different ways to sneak in and kill Joker, but someone will hear his screaming.

It'd have to be rushed.

He doesn't want it to be rushed.

It's a cruel thought. Cruel and cold and merciless, but Danny doesn't feel an ounce of shame, not an ounce of guilt, for it. He wants to be alone with the Joker when he kills him, that's all he wants. In Arkham, you are never alone.

He forces his anger to bubble back down into his chest, stuffing it between his heartstrings and his ribs like a blanket you're trying to bunch up into a corner. It sizzles and burbles. The static begins to fade out into a high-pitched ringing; it sounds like distant screaming.

Danny is still trembling, but he can think a little clearer now.

He can wait.

He can wait. He can wait. He can wait. He canwait. Hecanwait. Hecanwait.

He can wait.

He's waited five years for this. He can wait one more week. One more month. One more year. However long it takes for the Joker to break back out, Danny can wait.

And when the Joker does, inevitably, break out.

Danny uncrinkles his fingers around the edges of the newspaper, loosens his limbs just enough so he can pay for it.

He'll be waiting.

The dead, after all, have all the time in the world.

[hiphopcherrrypop]

a cat with homophobia in its eyes ❤

[zephyrchama]

Barbatos with a purse. He's always got everything you need any time you go out together.

You need a pen? No problem. What color? Or would you prefer a pencil?

You need a phone charger? Don't worry. He has a phone charger and a portable battery pack.

Snacks? He has sweet, savory, salty, and sour. Please, take your pick.

Tissues, wipes, an umbrella. All kinds of medicine. A picnic blanket, another bag, a pair of binoculars. Spare clothes and a sewing kit. A knife and several glowing stones that give you goosebumps. A vial of mysterious bubbling liquid. Breath mints. Hand soap in eight different scents.

The purse isn't even that big and yet he manages to fit so much in it, all meticulously organized to provide what you need in seconds.

[amelia-yap]

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