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Clockwork orange the conservatives?

"top shortage" "bottom shortage" babe im EXHAUSTED

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@beep-beepster I adore you, that was so fucking amazing

imagine if werewolf knots were square

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She sneak on my sculk 'til I super sonic (new OC)

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Or like as in streamer chat?

that thing where you're attracted to someone not in a platonic or romantic or sexual way, but in an 'i want to read about their exploits' kind of way

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Do you mean paparazzi? (Parasocial Non-Derogatory)

that thing where you're attracted to someone not in a platonic or romantic or sexual way, but in an 'i want to read about their exploits' kind of way

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official elon musk hate post reblog to hate like to hate reply to hate

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OOH OOH I KNOW THIS

It's because it's his spiritual self, what he considers himself to be. When Super!Danny came about, at that time of seperation, Danny considered himself as a hero, that small wish that every child has coming true.

On the reverse, when Dan came about from seperation, Danny was in mourning, and he just lost his entire support network (friends, family, a mentor) and he blamed himself, he thinks that if it wasn't for his powers it never would have happened. He hates him self. (He also might have been suicidal, but this was a kids show, so that was a logical inference) And the end result was his spiritual half killing him. Dan was Danny's hatred which was fused with the obsessed Vlad, and then every thing went to hell.

Come to think of it, both Super!Danny and Dan are full ghosts, yet their personalities are completely different. The former is a hero with an overwhelming sense of justice, while Dan is the most evil villain in the entire show.

What caused this stark contrast?

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Danny lives in a horror movie-DC x DP prompt

Based on my favorite book series "tales from the gas station"

Its not everyday a mission requires the league to travel to middle America in to obtain a highly cursed artifact but it certainly today.

Locating the Seal of Silent Ashes was a task usually given to Justice League Dark but Constantine was currently busy. So that meant it was left to the poster boys to get this done. They dressed in civilian attire to investigate the last location of the seal starting with the first building on the edge of town. A small dusty gas station near the wood.

The inside had an awful smell, like death and cleaning fluid. The lights gave off a greenish-blue tint. Rats could be seen out of the corner of your eyes. Most of the chip were offbrand and crappy.

Behind the counter was the teenage boy chewing gum. He looked up at the group before going back to reading his book. He had clearly seen better days but didn't show signs of caring about the state of his hair or bags under his eyes. He drank coffee.

The air felt off.

"Hey kiddo, do you mind giving us directions?" Clark started.

The kid narrowed his eyes as he popped his gum.

"You're not from here. That or you're from that cult in the woods. Listen I'm not joining. Seriously cosmic nihilism and fatalism sounds doomed. Hey wait-" the teen checked his notes " No, the cult killed themselves in that mass suicide 2 weeks ago. I forgot."

The teen didn't say anything else as he went back to his book.

The horrified look of the adults shared was almost hilarious. At least to the teen if he looked up.

"Oh, and stay out of the woods. I don't want the police to come back and ask about who saw you last. Seriously if whatever is in there tears you apart I won't feel bad. I put those signs out forever ago and if I get one more girl covered in blood running in here screaming about her dead friends I'll get a headache." The teen shrugged turning the page.

"What do you mean?! Why would-?! Who's killing people?!" Barry asked frantically as Bruce serched for more reports of missing people in the area.

"I don't know. Why would I know? If you want to go in the cursed forest go ahead. I mean that's how they all die. It isn't my job to stop you. My job is to sit here and watch this store." The teen huffed in annoyance.

Before anymore questions were asked the signal of the radio was disrupted and a demonic howl screeched through the radio.

"God damnit. That cunt is back. Stay here." The teen growled as he grabbed his bat from under the counter and walked out the back door. "String bean! Get off the fucking roof you bastard! You know that radio is all I have here!"

A chattering laugh like a death rattle was heard and the sound of 2 sets of feet was heard on the roof then they lept down.

"Come here so I can beat you to death!" The teen ran around the building towards the front of the gas station chasing-what the fuck is that!

It was like a human that was twisted to crabwalk on all fours backwards. Its face was contorted into a black stretched out smile with no teeth. It had no eyes just black sockets. All its limbs were stretched out to an extra meter in length. It was a skinwalker of some kind with chalk-white skin. It was skittering away from the teen who was swinging his batat its head.

"Stop running! I told you before what would happen if I found you fucking with me again!" The boy meant it as he finally landed a hit and began wacking it over and over it.

The skin walker screeched and tried to run for its life but couldn't.

After reducing the monster into a black puddle the black-stained teen came back inside to sit back down not paying anymore to the monster blood he was covered in.

"Sorry about that. Most of the freaks around here have learned to stay away from this place. That one is new and he doesn't listen. You'd think they'd learn but Sting Bean thinks he can torment me. Petty bastard." The teen sighed "anyways are going to buy anything or are you going to waste what oxygen we get in here with this shitty ventilation.

Diana couldn't help but admire the boldness of the boy. He had no hesitation or fear against the beasts of this area even if was crude.

"Does Constantine have a cousin or something? Just a more angry one" Hall whispered to Hal.

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For those wondering the Canadian equivalent just came out last June in 2024. It's Called the RDSP (Registered Disability Savings Plan).

It's only for those who qualify for the disability tax credit. So if your on union Disability then talk to your bank? I guess?

Abled Person: Hey man, can you hold this wad of $2,000 and this one penny for me while I open my wallet?

Disabled Person: YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER FOOL!

The United States Government:

(Watch how many people don’t get this.)

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Hey, what about Samama Khalid from the Magnus Protocol?

its been kind of a sexyman drought on here

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Hey fish, what about that Wilkson sword ad, you know, the bisexual one?

I don't like being advertised at

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ass

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This entire post is giving early 2010's polyvore, and I'm here for it

These are so fun to make

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he was late

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the notes are broken 😂

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You’ve heard of Guilty Pleasures, but have you considered

Innocent Pains?

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I had a dream about doing my taxes with ben bigger, so a bear was involved.

when you go to bed tonight I promise you're going to have the best night's sleep of your life. you'll wake up feeling refreshed and you'll have a pleasant dream too, even if you don't remember your dream when you wake up

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