THE MORAL BANKRUPTCY OF THE REPUBLICAN TERRORIST CARTEL

Obama, Clinton & Bush speaking about Haiti disaster relief, right before they stole all of it.

Bush: "The most effective way for Americans to help the people of Haiti, is to send money. That money will go to organizations on that ground who will be able to effectively spend it." "I know a lot of people wanna send blankets or water, just send your cash. One of the things the President and I will do, is make sure your money is spent wisely."

And then, they stole it.

Crooks. All of [Them]

How do you feel about hearing this in today's time, especially given what you know about Haiti's missing children, missing money, the Clinton Foundation & the Clinton's VERY close relationship with Jeffrey Epstein and Ghislaine Maxwell? 🤔

ronan in trc:

ronan in tdt:

listening to dttm again. this rules

I was reading the part of the DMD story where Y/N gets a new hat and had a fun thought: What if Y/N bought cool but cheap pants, wore them to the mall, and then they tore. Y/N would be all cussing out the salesgirl that convinced them to buy it, and Sun is just like, "No worries, Doll, I gotcha." Also, Moon would be laughing at Y/N. I just sorta daydreamed this 'cause I thought it was funny.

I can guarantee that Sun wouldn't react kindly to anyone treating the sale's staff (from his mall or otherwise) with disrespect. While the mall was still running he had a habit of neatly kicking out anyone who stirred up unnecessary fuss. Moon, too — though less politely.

He'd still get you a new pair of pants first and foremost, because he's not a monster, but you'd have to hear him scolding you for bad manners the whole time!

Ironically, a similar scenario to this (wherein y/n's clothes are damaged and they require new ones from the mall) does end up happening in this next chapter lol

as a huge batjokes shipper i want batman and joker to hate each other in the sense they dont really hate each other, they just have really different goals and see their own version of potential in the other and right now hate is the best word for their situationship. they both love the other for what they could be but neither of them wants to be what the other one wants, and that's equally as frustrating as it is necessary for them to keep existing in their current roles. they're deadlocked and that fate surrounding each other is kind of the point -- we both have to be like this, the opposite of what the other wants, for us to keep existing at all, and for giving me that gift i both love and hate you. it's an agreement. i think the hate that's there now is born from an intense underlying love.

i think batman "hates" joker for being so amazing and smart and cunning, for being able to create grand gestures and schemes, to pull people together under his charisma and make them all believe in something, for being as extraordinary as he is but batman hates that he uses it to hurt people. he hates that joker can't channel his energy into doing something good for the world, that he hurts himself and others just because he wants to be batman's greatest enemy. i think batman wants to help joker but also hates him at this point for joker exhausting him, constantly getting hurt both emotionally and physically by him, joker never trying to improve his situation, throwing away other people's lives, showing batman he loves him by lashing out and hurting him. batman hates joker because he loves his rogues, he wants to help them, and he knows they can do better. he wants to live in a gotham that doesn't need batman but he still needs to be needed, because when there's no batman, what is bruce going to be? without joker, he will continue being batman, but it's an empty crusade. some of my favorite interactions between harvey and bruce are the ones where harvey thanks bruce for "always being there for me, never giving up on me, my very best friend." even with someone like harvey, bruce can still hold onto that hope for his rogues, never give up on them, keep going for them, even if it puts them through the cycle one more time.

i think joker hates batman in the most toxic way possible, but it's still love. i just think he's selfish and doesn't want batman to think about anyone else but him, the same way he operates for batman, but if he must think about other people then joker will make it as amazing as possible! i think he hates batman for wasting his time on ordinary people, people who are so boring that batman claims he has to protect and serve and love them but joker thinks it's all surface-level. batman won't kill joker but he'll leave room for people dying in his crusade. it's a choice he allows, and even if joker knows that's a morally fucked up way to put someone in a box, he doesn't care. batman is the type of person to train himself mentally and physically for decades and dress up in a half-silly-half-menacing costume so that everyone can have an idea about him. batman himself is not normal, and joker knows that and loves that! why is he wasting his time trying to save people that use him, abuse him, don't want him to be the best he can be? i think joker's motivations for loving batman and lashing out as if he hates him lie somewhere in between extreme admiration -- like i truly believe in your cause and that you're the right person to do it, but i'm so angry at you for wasting your time on other people and i'm so hurt and jealous that you choose them over me, just so you can be a hypocrite and let them die if i want them to anyways -- and anger at his hypocrisy -- like it's easy for joker to dedicate himself to chaos and just being in batman's life by putting batman in situations that force him to be a better and better hero, but how can batman sit there and choose and pick what morals he'll uphold and who gets to live and who gets to die?

i want to be your greatest enemy because you are the greatest hero ever, and the only way you and i can keep being the best at what we do is if we do it together, because of what we both believe in.

After a long perilous journey, I successfully deleted every single email I’ve ever received... But then! Suddenly! Emerging out of the peace and quiet of my empty inbox... The slimy face of Microsoft! It tells me... I have too many emails! And I must pay.. for more storage!! 

I would love to jump on the bandwagon and pretend I’m a decent person … but the truth is …. It just isn’t so.

i need you all to know that if a post of mine has a typo in it and you reblog it without informing me i consider you my enemy

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i think my love of frauds as main characters was born from howl pendragon but was bolstered by reigen arataka

OPAL IS SO DAMN FUNNY

everyone’s lyiiiing when they say they like it. lies lies liiies.

Yessss, Amy!

YOU GET ME!

Morning, BDF (I don't feel like spelling it out)

I saw a picture of you the other day during your ASP start up days, all bright eyed and bushy tailed! You know, when you used to care about important stuff instead of being embarrassingly fried out on weed pondering your houseplants.

I remember thinking, "Poor puppy, probably needed a Silkwood shower after meeting Ted Cruz."

Now I think you need them all the time with the company you keep (including your own).

I don't think you were lying when you said you hated yourself. That was heart-breaking, but what is worse is you seem to have created a self-fulfilling prophecy cocoon around yourself. I just hope you can come out a self-loving butterfly one day, you dumb fuck (couldn't resist, sorry. Prove me wrong. Please. I triple-dog dare you!).

@chatcambrioleur gets a Weird West Starter.

The sun beats down on a lone traveller, dust getting kicked up by his jet black horse's hooves. His face is shadowed by a wide brimmed hat, black coat draping over the horse's rump. He canters down the main street, curious townsfolk whispering and eyeing him as he passes, but the stranger pays them no mind. His clothes are dusty, his throat parched. The only focus to his golden eyes lays upon the saloon in the town's centre. Music pours from the place, even at midday. The drifter supposes this town to be an unusually lively one.

He leads his mount to the hitching post by the saloon and hops off, boots kicking up a puff of dust. He ties up his horse, guiding her to the water trough provided. The stranger trudges into the saloon, head lowered against the sun's glare until he strides into the smokey haze of this establishment. The doors swing closed behind him, and for a moment, the merriment pauses, a sudden hush before everyone decides the dusty, trail worn man isn't worth looking at. He huffs under his breath and trudges on, right up to the bar.

"Shot 'o whiskey," he croaks to the bar keep, tapping the counter to get his attention. "Make that two, and any clean water you can manage."

"Clean water costs extra," the near-sighted old man says.

"Aye, I know," the man sighs, ignoring the incredulous look he gets as he turns on his stool to regard the other patrons.

A grimace touches his features, lingering until he notes the pretty woman flitting among the patrons. Smiling bright, taking more than she should. The scowl turns to a smirk as he pulls out a pocket watch hanging from a chain. He plays with it for a moment before eyes drop to the face of it. Time goes on for Trafalgar Law, as it always does.

wait actually inspired by critical role and Ashton yelling at Percy a question for y'all:

which two of your DnD characters would hate each other the most and why?