#-- THERE

[mixed-up-multiverse]

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"OGGA BOOGA BOOGA! Ahahahaha! Aaah~ I'm HIL-ARIOUS!"

"Uuu...!!" Oh no. The baby is tearing up and very distressed, that was very scary indeed! And it seems they're about to--

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

[bloodigutz]

i lost my lighter before and the search felt like chuck mcgill looking for the wire not hooked up to the breaker box

[dreamed-for-not]

Sometimes knowing how things end doesn’t make the ending easier.

[scaryscarecrows]

Richardson’s long gone, laughter hanging in the air, and Jason’s ears are still ringing from the gunshot but it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter it doesn’t matter because Drouot’s bleeding out under his hands and–

“Don’t you fucking dare die on me.” It’s intended to be forceful, an order. It comes out as a panicked plea. “Don’t.”

Drouot chokes, blood flecking his lips and that’s bad that’s bad. Moves his hand, a little, but more of a twitch than anything else.

“Getter,” he spits. “Get–”

“Shut up. No.”

Drouot’s nothing if not stubborn; this time he manages to bring his hand up enough to shove, somewhat, at Jason’s own.

“Go.”

“Stop moving.”

“You nnnneed. To. To get out of here and get her.” Drouot sputters and tries to shove him again. “Go.”

“She’ll keep. Stop moving and stop talking.”

It won’t help. He knows it won’t. He knows his gun, knows what kind of damage it’s meant to inflict. Drouot knows it too, surely he does, but he just laughs: a broken, wet thing.

“Go,” he mutters again, and then his fingers slide off Jason’s wrists and he just. Stops. 

Jason stops, too, muscles locked up and head stuck on nonononononononononononononononoo. His gloves are soaked through and his breath is loud in his ears a-a-and–

“Drouot.” He gives him a hesitant, useless shake. “Antoine?”

There’s no answer. Of course there isn’t.

Jason takes one, two, three, four deep breaths before forcing himself to his feet and grabbing Drouot’s rifle from the floor. He’ll fucking get her, he’ll track her ass down–

Doo-de-doo-doo!

The jingle, the hated fucking jingle, distorted and demonic, rings above them. 

“That looked fun.” He can just see her, toying with a pen like she didn’t just– “I told you not to follow.”

He shoots out the speaker and storms down the hall in the general direction she went. He’ll fucking track her down, he’ll finish this–never should have agreed to Scarecrow’s terms, nevernevernever–

Some part of him, Robin, maybe, whispers he should try to find the others. Surely they’re here. But the Knight says find her, stop her, strangle her with her own straitjacket and Robin’s advice has always been shit anyway.

She’ll be somewhere with access to the broadcast system. It’s been a long time since he’s been topside in Arkham, and his helmet’s long gone, but he thinks–there used to–the offices, they all had something, and reception, and maybe the guards’ room…

His boots tangle in rotting vines and he catches himself against the wall, smearing a bloody handprint on the chipping white paint. And that’s what does it, what finally has him puking all over his boots.

Nonopleasenothiswasn’ts’posedto–

He doubles over, spitting bile, and stills, breathing heavily. His knees are shaking and his head’s throbbing and for the first time in years, he really doesn’t know what to do.

Find her. Everything else can wait.

He tightens his grip on the gun and forces himself to straighten up, to get a grip.

I’ll fucking find her.

THE END

[nyaa]

any clue on dis one w better quality

https://mixi.jp/view_community.pl?id=1518712

finding stuff like that is tough because its a stitched-together edit of another edit, but im stuck at home with the flu so I remade the entire thing in photoshop as a public service

[fromkenari]

Sometimes, the news article headlines on my Firefox homepage go too hard, and I get whiplash.

[theyuniversity]

👏 Kudos to whoever came up with this clever way to easily remember the difference between “their,” “there,” and “they’re.” 💡🧠

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[opaquewhitetights]

I’m addicted to using bacon fat for random ass dishes. Just used it to brown off my aromatics for some chicken tortilla soup and it added the perfect base smokiness. I’m unfuckwithable. It’s me and bacon fat 4 life. You can’t separate us.

[asheanon]

Casually taking @psychobind and @soulxsteal around the ol' block for some trick-or-treating before the day ends (here, anyway!) 🎃🖤

Sal and Tsuniah will be escorting them around a friendly little neighborhood tucked away outside of Aeden (likely) to help provide them with a more "traditional" experience. But more importantly...

He will be joining them.

[granolagaeilgeoir]

Fine I'll say it! I like TLM better

[allo-frouto]

You into muscular dudes with big dicks?

I’m into muscular men period.

[cozy-the-overlord]

No boopy no crime

[kitkat13001]

thinking about this song and loser bf shigaraki </3

[oakwolves]

I’m not sure if this was an Ace specific line or generally what the student government/president would say but it’s pretty interesting to see given the context of Ace’s relationship with his dad

[xxsmoko-n-mirrorsxx]

Louisa why are you so evil? You have 1 second to respond

Spite

[b-lovingthings]

I am just there. Always looking, always wondering, always there.

Yes, I wonder what would be the life without me.