#I can't stick to one thing

[wolflover33100aj]

If I had to make an introduction post, it would be all over the place

What music do I listen to: All of them, there would be a long list just for music, even YouTube is confused and sends me random songs

I like analog horror/ARG

I love puppets and cartoons, naming them off would be a very long list

I love weird stuff, weird animations, anything weird I can get my hands on

I love maximizing, you can never have too much, whether it be clothes or decorations

I love neon colors, especially neon green, if I ever get my own house, I want to paint it neon colors, from outside and inside. I also want to dye my hair neon green and I have neon green boots that glows in blacklight, I always choose green things if I ever get the option. Green hairbrush, green toothbrush, anything

I dress alternatively/gothy but sometimes I switch it up and dress up in colorful clothes, looking like a real life Rainbow Brite, I can't stick to just one style because I feel like it would be kinda boring

I love clowns/jesters, whether they are horror or not, I still love them

I want to entertain, whether stand up comedy, skits, circus, theater, etc. Why not all of them? I just love to entertain and make people laugh

I kinda have a hoarding problem, I have tons of boxes of stuff that I have no idea what to do with but I will NOT get rid if them, I even have tons of trinket boxes where I keep smaller items, like, I kept my ticket to the FNAF movie, I kept the receipts to my favorite throwbacks store, and other small items

I also have a spending problem because I love stuff, I just buy stuff that makes me happy but I have to find room for it because I have so much stuff

I have a huge room which was originally the basement but no one uses it so now it's my room, my old room was too small and I have so much stuff that I couldn't even walk so I moved to the basement

My favorite store was this local throwback store where they sell stuff from the 70's, 80's, 90's and the 2000's, I loved that place but they went out of business because the owner got too sick and couldn't keep the store running anymore.

I also thrift stores

I love wacky furniture, I see weird and tacky stuff and I have to buy it

If you think " Who is buying that? " at something weird in a store, It's me! I'm going to buy that!

I believe in " One man's trash is another man's treasure " because there is always something for everyone

[tittyinfinity]

Day one with no electronics other than my phone and all I've been doing is cleaning random things that no one else would notice. The whole house is dirty; it needs to be swept, mopped, dishes done, bathrooms cleaned, laundry.... but nah. I'm sanitizing the coffee maker. Sanitizing the jets on the tub. Cleaning all the remotes and controllers in the house. Spraying down the litter boxes. These dirty ass floors and piles of laundry can wait

[egophiliac]

once again, don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

(eventually I will get back to being less scribbly, whoops)

[transmairon]

Every time I see Elder Scrolls elves with human looking eyes and facial features, I take 100 points of psychic damage.

People who cannot handle their big beautiful tilted eyes and brows, non-white sclera, protruding browbones, narrow faces, and sharp chins do not deserve them. They are not supposed to look like generic fantasy elves, and that is what makes them so great. They are supposed to look alien.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The penisest of tunes.

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[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[opbackgrounds]

The fact that this is how Hancock snuck Luffy on is so silly, I love it

[spiritsong]

when it all turns back to dust, I won't pay no mind because I have lived my life as such — between the stars and the thrill of your touch

[lynnetendo]

TRIED DRAWING SIFFRIN FOR THE FIRST TIME!!! FINDING MY STYLE FOR FUTURE ISAT FANART BLAH BLAH!!! NEED TO PRACTISE DRAWING SIF. SIF IS INEVITABLE

[ladsofsorrow24]

happy birthday to me and my boy yamamoto takeshi❕🥳🎂

commission link -> (x)

[candycryptids]

"I couldn't get a group together to escort me through Saint Mocianne's Arboretum, but I did spy these darling sparrows huddling together, so I snapped a picture of them..." Snippet from the journal of Claude-Linnet "Beatle"

[fisheito]

Thinking bout that specific behaviour where someone eats somethign and starts to make a "this is yucky" face and the mom of the group naturally reaches out ezpecting a spitout

[valyrfia]

george russell had a panic attack after the race in singapore and netflix decided to stick a camera in his face and film it......for some fucking reason

[a-host-of-dancing-daffodils]

And because I recently read the Chocolate Box...Please enjoy one of the only things I feel like the show did right with this particular story...

Poirot looking super dapper in his Belgian police uniform:

The cut of this uniform is very flattering on him, I must say...especially with the way it accentuates his chest, his waist, and his ''''''''seat''''''''

And I love the design on the collar/sleeves. Very fancy/official

also. please look at his very silly official hat

Gotta say. Hugh Fraser may have been the eye candy of this show, but. David Suchet sure knows how to be pretty, too

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Do you like sci-fi and indie animation? Check out Monkey Wrench!

[ronancecore]

I just miss posting ronance, I hope they have screen time on upcoming s5.