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It was crazy strange but it’s no big deal 💙💖💚

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                              *    )            he   had   done   what   was   NECESSARY   to   get   to   edward   nashton  ,   the   SERIAL   KILLER    who   now  ,  was   put   behind   bars.   ARKHAM   makes   the   hairs  on   very   neck   stand  ,   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎   𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜   𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻   𝚝𝚘   𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚋𝚊𝚝   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙷𝙰𝙼   𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏   𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑   𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜.    𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝙰𝚂𝚈𝙻𝚄𝙼   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍   𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜   𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍  𝚘𝚗𝚎’𝚜   𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗   𝚠𝚊𝚜   𝚊   𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿   𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢   𝚒𝚗    𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍.   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎   𝚊𝚛𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎   𝚠𝚑𝚘  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍   𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙻𝚈   𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠    𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚋𝚊𝚝   𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘   𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚖  ,   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎   𝚑𝚒𝚖   𝚊  𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛   𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚎  ;   what’s   the  expression  ?   an  eye   for   an  eye.   it’s   only   COMMISSIONER   GORDON   who   keeps   the   bat   safe  ,   and   as   he   walks   by    her  CELL   he   stops.    he   had  known   her  once  ,   and   she  him  though  now  ?   well  ,    it’s   a   different   time   in    BOTH   their   lives   and  as   he   turns   he   could   WEEP.   there’s    a    semblance  of   the   harleen    HE  knew  ,   WHAT   HAVE   THEY   DONE  TO   HER  ,   wasn’t   there   STILL   a  beating   heart   ,   a   KINDNESS   that     he    had  been  privy   to   YEARS   before  ?    𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍   𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜   𝚊𝚝   𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚋𝚊𝚝  ,  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜  𝚑𝚒𝚖   𝚊   𝙷𝙰𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝  𝚘𝚏   𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎  (  𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍   𝙲𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈   𝚑𝚊𝚍  𝚘𝚗𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚘𝚗  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍  ).    𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝   𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝  𝚘𝚏  𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎   𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚜   𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍   𝚒𝚗   𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑   𝚊𝚜   𝚑𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗   𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍   𝚊  𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙳   𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎.   ‘  i   think   i’m   fine   ,  why   don’t   you   talk   a  walk  ’   other’s   eyes   then   SQUINT   as   carnal   carnivorous  smile   is   quick   to   DOWNTURN  into   a  SOUR   sort  of   expression.   ‘   listen   here   bat  !-  ’     shadows    CURL   around   ankles   as   they   SENSE   a   fight  ,   though  ?   the   bat   constraints   self.    ‘   i  said  take   a  walk  ’    VOICE   unwavering   as   grey   eyes   don’t   leave   guard.  

                                                  the   faint  muttering   of   ‘𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚊  𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎!’    can  be  heard   as   the   shadows   around   the   bats   ankles   REECEED  ;   it   seems  that  they  would   not   be   needed.   ‘   what   happened  ?  . . .   doctor  ,   you   were  one   of   the  finest  ’   sadness   enters   timbre   as   he   gets   close   to  the   bars.   ‘   i’ve  heard   horrors  ,   are   they   true  ?  ’  /   @crimeloyalty​

pro-AI in the sense of "they taught a bread scanning computer to recognize cancer cells" etc etc

against AI in the sense of "we stole artwork from hundreds to thousands of artists, didn't credit them and didn't financially compensate them"

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

"life doesnt get better, you just get stronger" does NOT include ages 11-17. life does in fact just get better from there. those years are dogshit. like, you do get stronger but its mostly just a factor of not being 11-17 anymore. positive thinking helps but it doesnt fix whatevers going on at 15, you have to brute force through that one raw

Silly doodle bc it was the first thing I thought of when I saw Pomni.

its true that romance amd friendship will not solve everything but. objectively speaking its very hard to get sad when you can say 'lets go get cake tomorrow okay' and someone will go get cake with you. like there is some good at least. you know

Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.

Bonus:

fake ass idgafer. I saw you gazing off into the distance like you were looking at something far away, something no one else could see but you

One of my favourite mundane weirdnesses about Edinburgh is that we set the big clock visible approaching the station to be 3 minutes fast to make sure people are on time for their trains. My Favourite mundane weirdness of Edinburgh is that we check this by firing a cannon.

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

This is so awesome

# well I think it's safe to say it's mutual

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS EP 1.05

bonus EPISODE 1.08

god i wish i wouldn't have to explain the intricacies of the neopets economy to you guys to give the full context for this but. the new neopets team that took over from jumpstart pledged that they were going to curb the inflation of rare items, which is great because a lot of rare items are worth literally hundreds of millions of neopoints, they are unbuyable unless you've been playing actively for 20 years. they did this earlier with a site festival that included random loot boxes, some of which had Unbelievably Fucking Rare And Precious items worth 200 million neopoints apiece.

well.

today they have gone a step further. by releasing this year's trick-or-treat bags. and having the trick-or-treat bags be stuffed to the brim with unbelievably fucking rare stamps, weapons, paint brushes, defense magic, and other unbuyables. (all prohibitively expensive and in-high-demand types of items.)

jellyneo, the premier neopets website, has recorded prices of some items plummeting from 2,000,000 neopoints to 4,000 neopoints IN THE LAST THREE HOURS. this is when most people haven't even heard about the event or OPENED THEIR BAGS YET.

and of course. cherry on top. 20-year-old account holders are crytyping on the site events neoboard about how mean and cruel it is to make rare stamps part of the prize pool, because their entire identity hinges on being part of the neopian bourgeoisie, and they are having MELTDOWNS over their assets being devalued until they're part of the lowly proletariat.

this is a children's game for children btw.

none of the money is real.

i'm having such a good time.