I Think My Mutuals Are So Cool, Like I Want To Be Friends And Talk To You All But I'm A Nervous Wreck.

wdym you're pulling out. Do you hate me

reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

always blows my mind when utah is left out of the "worst state" discussions

It's actually funny how humans decided "fuck living in caves with all these creepy crawlies", got out of caves, built houses that have all the nice parts of a cave without any of the yucky parts, and then all the little bugs and spiders and other creepy crawly creatures that used to also live in caves thought "sweet, new and improved caves" and moved right back in with us.

Borzois look like a shapeshifting fae creature that would either be a playful trickster or a bloodthirsty tool of the gods. There is no in-between.

do you think chuck e. cheese is a restaurant

it might be

after Jason reveals his identity as the Red Hood i like to think about the kids begging for Jason to hang out with them and rejoin the family and that but Jason’s being a little bitch about it so when Dick asks for his phone number he just throws an ouija board at him and says ‘i’ll sense it’

issue is that while slightly drunk and sad that his brother hates him, Dick decided to try it out, and Damian watching him through a crack in the door thought it would be funny to text Jason (because he actually does have his league bro’s number) about it so that Jason could maybe mention it the next time they see each other on patrol to freak Dick out, except Jason was working not too far from the manor at the time and he thought it would be even funnier to swing by, slam up against the window and scream through the glass ‘STOP FUCKING DRUNK TEXTING ME’ and absolutely scares the shit out of Dick. so now Dick thinks that ouija boards actually work on Jason because he’s still part ghost and Jason and Damian are scrambling to try and keep up the ruse because of how funny it is.

thanks for being nice to me. in return i will die for you and never leave your side and go grocery shopping with you.

What’s writing, you know? What does writing actually mean?