Between Bruce, Clark and Diana and Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy:
who could win uno
Who would be fucked over with the most cards
Who would get to the last card first but is immediately stacked with 8 more cards by everyone else
Who switches the colours to a colour even they don't have
Who tries to make everyone pick as many cards as possible
I see this and I bring you; These nerds would play D&D and Eddie's so mad they didn't invite him. Harley's the bard that seduces the dragon, Bruce is the knight who weeps constantly, Ivy is a ranger, and Selina is a bandit
my new crack theory is that Lleu poisoned Medraut back towards the end of the Winter Prince as revenge for kissing Morgause and that's why Medraut got sick during the kidnapping
i keep looking at posts like "i stopped a binge" "i prevented a binge" and all of them are like. "i waited until the urge went away". buddy. the urge doesn't go away. there's no urge. there's just nothing else to do. i don't have anything else to do. every time i stop eating no matter how long i sit with the feeling or not, i always go for more food because there is genuinely nothing else in my life. nothing is enjoyable anymore. the world sucks. no matter what i force myself to do it's the only positive thing i can ever find.
Did people stop making mondo movies because the internet came about, and now you can see weird made-up shit people are claiming is real whenever you want for free? Because if so, lame. Where's the style, where's the sleaze? These days fake documentaries are all about trying to fool people into believing conspiracy theories and shit. They're supposed to be excuses to show tits and gore set to funky music.
This is the consecration Rite for my process in the works and exchanges of the good neighbors. Oils of Datura and other nightshades for anointing, and fumigations of mistletoe, hawthorne, oak, and honey. Offerings were made to their shrine including a lock of hair and blackberry honey all while observing the sight and songs of various birds, the first peeks of growth in the garden, and the lazy bumbling