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If you’re in need of horrific good time, watch The Babysitter on Netflix. 10/10 a good ol’ fashion bloodbath with a lot of heart and humor. It’s just the right amount of over-the-top and wholesome.

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The Hellblazer: Rebirth #1

I can’t stand his stupid shit-eating grin.

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The Hellblazer: Rebirth #1

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It’s been eight months since I’ve been on this blog, and I’m over her like, “I’m so far behind on Hellblazer...I think I’m just gonna read through the trade till I’m caught up.

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thats it, thats the comic

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Magic is the greatest profanity. It’s the world saying, ‘This is the way things work,’ and you shouting back, ‘No!’ while you flip it the bird. It feels fucking amazing.

Constantine: The Hellblazer #4 [Written by Ming Doyle & James Tynion IV]

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“I’m not that much of an asshole, Natasha.”

“I’m not going to put you through the torture of drinking at a place like this. Let’s find someplace nicer to discuss things--I mean--catch up.”

“I’m polite enough to say yes to a drink, even if I think I’m going to need five showers and a shot of pencillin when I leave.”

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send “★” and anything you want to say/do to my muse

and they can only respond with ONE icon/gif

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AH FUCK!...the artist from the first two issues isn’t doing the art anymore?! Wait...does he come back???? oh shit...no need to worry...he’s only gone for two issues.

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....but does the artist not understand what British punk little shits like John are supposed to look like??????????? He looks like a beach bum, pipeline surfing, granola pussy...he’s just missing a puka shell necklace.

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“Clearly.”

“Might I interest in you a drink. Or do you want fuck all with this place and it’s drinks?”

“No, not you. Clearly was talking to the very pretty tattooed creature behind you.”

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“Lost mine...had a bit of a tiff with a shady bloke the other day.”

“And I don’t know who you’re calling pretty, but I’m sure it’s not me.”

“You know, cell phones and technology have advanced for a reason. Convience and to keep pretty boys like you out of shady bars.”

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The essence of punk rock has always been not knowing how to play a fucking instrument--just picking that shit up because you want to play. You play the main cords (fucking power cords are were it’s at), hit that basic beat...throw in a simple bass line, you’ve got a punk band. But you also have John’s approach to magic...seriously.

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“Good timing and the only place I could find a damn payphone.”

“It smells like a toilet and funeral home all at once, John. It’s awful. I’m passing through for work, what’s your excuse?”

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“Oh come on, love.”

“This place isn’t all that bad...okay...it’s bloody awful, but that’s besides the point.”

“To be honest, this is just the kind of dingy bar I’d expect to find you in, though.”

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I really don’t blame her.