#mr. know it all

[music-in-my-veins14]

Mr. Know It All Well you you think you know it all But you don't know a thing at all Yeah baby you don't know a thing about me You don't know a thing about me

[warrior-cats-project-otd]

The Warrior Cats project of the day is Keep your head up by Mr. Know it all! This stylized and silly PMV is about Mapleshade's story in her novella. On the outside, this PMV looks goofy and cute, but it's a Mapleshade's Vengeance PMV after all and it occasionally has more serious and detailed frames that give the PMV an unsettling feeling. The colours are pleasant to look at and so are the designs!

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: September 5, 2011

Lyrics:

Mr. Know-It-All

Well, ya, you think you know it all

But ya don't know a thing at all

Ain't it, ain't it something, y'all?

When somebody tells you something 'bout you

Think that they know you more than you do

So you take it down, another pill to swallow

Oh, Mr. Bring-Me-Down

Well, ya, ya like to bring me down

Don't you? But I ain't layin' down

Baby, I ain't goin' down

Can't nobody tell me how it's gonna be

Nobody gonna make a fool outta me

Baby, you should know that I lead, not follow

Oh, you think that you know me, know me

That's why I'm leavin' you lonely, lonely

'Cause baby, you don't know a thing about me

You don't know a thing about me

You ain't got the right to tell me

When and where to go, no right to tell me

Acting like you own me lately

Yeah, baby, you don't know a thing about me

You don't know a thing about me

Mr. Play-Your-Games

Only got yourself to blame

When ya want me back again

But I ain't fallin' back again

'Cause I'm livin' my truth without your lies

Let's be clear, baby, this is goodbye

I ain't comin' back tomorrow

Oh, you think that you know me, know me

That's why I'm leavin' you lonely, lonely

'Cause baby, you don't know a thing about me

You don't know a thing about me

You ain't got the right to tell me

When and where to go, no right to tell me

Acting like you own me lately

Yeah, baby, you don't know a thing about me

You don't know a thing about me

So what? You've got the world at your feet

And you know everything about everything

But you don't

You still think I'm comin' back, but baby, you'll see, yeah

Oh, you think that you know me, know me (yeah-yeah)

That's why I'm leavin' you lonely, lonely (oh)

'Cause baby, you don't know a thing about me

You don't know a thing about me (oh, you think that you know me, know me)

You ain't got the right to tell me

When and where to go, no right to tell me (that's why I'm leavin' you lonely, lonely)

Acting like you own me lately

Yeah, baby, you don't know a thing about me (that's why I'm leavin' you lonely, lonely)

You don't know a thing about me

Songwriter:

Mr. Know-It-All

Well, ya, you think you know it all

But ya don't know a thing at all

Ain't it? Yeah, baby, you don't know a thing about me

You don't know a thing about me

Brett James / Brian Kennedy Seals / Ester Dean / Dante Lamire Jones

SongFacts:

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[beybuniki]

dabi day!!!

[projekt-melancholia]

Powyższe wideo znalazło się na moim melancholicznym blogu ponieważ.

[yourangle-yuordevil]

what if we flirted at the gentlemen club 😳 (and we were both flirting) 😞❤️😞Discreet Gentlemen's Club

[hajimedics]

I'M NOT YOUR DOLL AND I'LL THINK FOR MYSELF AND I'LL LIVE FOR MYSELF

[ed-died688]

BOO

WOO

[catgrandpa]

Gotham has always been weird, so when the groundskeeper at the cemetery noticed the Wayne kid’s plot was disturbed, he just chalked it up to more of the same ol’. Alright, so ‘disturbed’ may be a tad too light of a word, but what’s an empty grave in the grand scheme of Gotham? God knows in a city like this one, they could use all the burial room they could get. He figured he’d just jot it down on the website and hope nobody noticed for a while.

Too bad he didn’t account for the 13 year old boy in Bristol who periodically checks the cemetery’s website when he’s feeling particularly lonely.

Plot Removed.

Tim Drake stared at the two words under the heading for Jason Todd’s plot number. Removed? What do they mean ‘removed’? They can’t just remove a plot? That’s a person down there! That’s Robin down there! You can’t Remove Robin!

Calm down. Deep breaths. Assess the situation.

Robin has been dead for 5 months and 14 days. There is no reason for a grave to be removed that early, especially one of a member of such an affluential family. Chances are likely it’s a simple clerical issue. He can call first thing in the morning and make them aware of the mistake. He can have it all fixed in 5 hours.

Just a phone call.

In 5 hours.

…

Tim hates talking on the phone almost as much as he hates waiting.

Well it won’t be the first time he’s snuck out to head to Gotham proper at 1am. It can’t even really be considered sneaking out if there’s no one home to catch you.

Buses stop running at 2, so he layers a couple sweaters under his coat and grabs his best running sneakers so he can comfortably make the trek back.

Just a quick trip to settle his nerves. Maybe get a few shots in if he spots Batman, but really he just wants to see with his own two eyes that things are okay and Jason can rest.

It’s 1:37 by the time he gets to the headstone reading ‘Here Lies Jason Todd’ and the gaping, muddy pit in front of it.

This- This doesn’t make any sense. This is not removal. This is destruction. Desecration. Somebody did this. Somebody-

Assess the situation.

A hole in the ground, approximately 1.5 feet in diameter.

Mud and grass flung outward but with little force.

Large chunks of earth turned over and shoved away.

No signs of tool marks or clean lines of entry into the dirt.

Dragging claw marks.

Staggering, shuffled pairs of foot prints in the mud.

A trail of dirt.

Something… Something large clawed its way out of the ground here. Something large and bipedal and- and humanoid.

Tim refuses to jump to any conclusions he can see all the facts laid in front of him. He’s going to cautiously follow the trail and simply hope to any god listening that he isn’t the world’s first line of defense against the zombie apocalypse.

He’s been walking for 23 minutes and there’s good news and undecided news. Good news: he’s closing in on the target and the trail isn’t taking him out of the way so his trip home won’t be prolonged. Undecided news: The potential Zombie Robin is heading directly for Wayne Manor.

As zombie apocalypse news, this is very bad. From Tim’s collected observational evidence, his not-so-professional opinion is that Batman, faced with a horror movie level zombie of his dead son, would not respond well, and would likely not fight back.

In Batman and Robin news? Tim’s unsure. If Jason is simply back? What could that mean for them? Batman can have his Robin. He wouldn’t have to continue nearly killing others and himself every night in his grief. Jason could-

No. Stop. Do not jump to conclusions.

Hope only brings heartbreak.

What would Batman do? Get close and see if the target is a threat.

Target is male. Mid-teens. Dark hair. Pale skin. Leaning against surfaces as he walks. Appears injured and disoriented.

Minimal risk assessed. Approaching and attempting contact.

Target identity confirmed: Jason Todd.

“J-Jason?” It comes out as a croaked whisper. Jason shows no sign of acknowledgment.

Tim clears his throat, steps right in front of his path, and tries again.

“Jason. Jason, stop I want to help you.” Still nothing.

“Please, Jason. I can help, I promise I can help!”

Why isn’t this working?! Why can’t he just do something right for once?! He wants this to work, he wants to help Bruce, he wants to fix Batman, he wants to not be alone, he wants-

“Robin!”

Robin jerks to a stop.

Tim reached out his hand.

“Robin. Robin please, I’m sorry you’re going through this, it’s really scary, I’m really scared. But I just want to help you. Help you find Batman. Help you get home.”

Jason just stares at him. Of course he does. Of course it’s not going to work. Why did he even bother hoping he could help?

Hope only brings heartbreak.

His sight blurs as his eyes fill with tears and he starts to lower his outstretched hand.

His arm is slowed as a cold hand weakly grasps his own.

“Don’t… scared… Bat… help… Dad… help.”

A relieved sob tears out from Tim’s chest and he gathers himself together. He yanks his extra sweater off and gently pulls it over Jason’s cold shoulders. Jason lets Tim drag his arm over his shoulders to try and carry some of his weight.

“Okay, Robin. Yeah. Your dad will help us.”

Batman will solve everything once Tim gets Robin home.

[mossycobblestonewrites]

DC X DP PROMPT #16

Mr. Lancer is the brother of Lex Luthor. He never really had an eye for business, or invention, or innovation. He just wanted to be a teacher, spread the good word on literature. Which is the whole reason he had changed his name and moved to the middle of nowhere.

He does not appreciate his brother delivering a package in his door. Not delivering it personally, not even sending a physical person to do a drop off. Just a measly note.

'hold onto this for me - L.L.'

What has Lex ever done for him? Nothing, that's what. So Mr. Lancer does the sensible thing. He opens the box to investigate to find - hardened ectoplasm?

Mr. Lancer knows about Danny and co. Au where Kryptonite is just hardened Ecto and is basically rock candy. Lex sends his brother a shit ton of kryptonite for safe keeping thinking 'he lives in the middle of nowhere what's he gonna do with it?' he feeds it to Danny :)

[music-in-my-veins14]

You ain't got the right to tell me When and where, no right to tell me Acting like you own me lately Yeah baby you don't know a thing about me You don't know a thing about me

[basslinegrave]

pin-up

b&w originals

[wasyago]

kakashi and bull 🥺🤲

[almondpiglet]

ITS MOBS BIRTHDAY!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BOY!! drink all the milk and eat as much cake as you like!!

[ccxssi]

Okay little cunt princess, with your pretty eye makeup and your pretty pink lips, I know what you are

[projekt-melancholia]

Relatable.