i’ve been standing and staring at a wall listening to this is love by air traffic controller bc it’s the epitome of homicidal male manipulator and i just can’t stop thinking about that stupid, lonely, rizzless, long haired, rich, babygirl ghost man bc he consumes every thought and i know no rest bc of his bitch boy vibes
this is the end of me ty
also young vlad can’t read but are we sure adult vlad can or is he just amity park’s lea michelle
Adult FFOS Vlad Does reach the same Lv of Genius intellect as 2004 Canon Vlad.
Largely thank to Paulina for kick starting his interest in Learning
and
Later academic investment in history and litterature leson from Ghost Writer.
plus Jack and Maddie enthusiament when finding out their new adopted son is interested in family ghost hunting Tech bussiness
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in light of your recent inauguration, what are your plans about improving verona?
good morrow, my noble friend!
let us see... I have already legalised gay marriage, so that's done... (thou canst thank me later😉)
hm. say, if tybalt annoyeth me today, I shall exile him.
stealing shall bring chastising upon one. if romeo stealeth more of my sweet treats, I shall prohibit him from eating sugar ever again (there's laws for that, right?), for it maketh him hyperactive and even more addicted to desserts
no animal abuse under my watch 😤 if a citizen abandoneth a pet in the streets of verona, they shall be punished.
(speaking of animals, my son cheese shall be deputy mayor, for he is very smart)
val shall be imprisoned if he dareth enter my chamber and searcheth therein without permission again
no littering! I shall place regular and recycling bins in many areas in verona, lest the citizens decide to dispose of their rubbish on the pavements and pollute our precious environment.
no drama in the city unless 'tis funny
oh. and I want to somehow get the montagues and the capulets to stop quarrelling. I'm not sure how I am going to achieve that. perhaps by throwing a big party and inviting both families. they shall shake hands or argue till dawn; either way, it shall be enjoyable to watch. and thou art invited!
if you, good citizens, have any more suggestions, feel free to notify me 🫡
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detective comics #509
[ID: Bruce Wayne sleeping in his penthouse, his eyes squeezed shut as the narration reads, ‘Gordon's strained laugh sounds hollow, but it echos in the Batman's mind... and haunts his dreams...” Bruce awakens to a hand on his shoulder and before he can think, he's twisting it and holding it down. The panel expands, revealing the hand belongs to Alfred as he's almost toppling over! He cries out, “M-master Bruce—my arm!” as Bruce groggily realizes who it is. He lets go at once as Alfred moves to the end of the bed and holds his arm while stammering an apology, “S-sorry, s-sir... Sorry if I startled you.” Bruce looks at him with aghast as he cries out, “My god, Alfred—I almost broke your arm!” Alfred reasons, “You must have been having a nightmare, sir.” as Bruce sits up and puts his face in his hands. He weepily dismisses, “A nightmare—what kind of an excuse is that? Old friend... forgive me...” Alfred reassures, “Nothing to forgive, sir. Just bad nerves, sir.” END ID]
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It was a cold feeling waring with the warmth blazing in Harry’s very being.
Cold enough to creep like frost over his lungs, stealing his breath, but sputtering and scorching enough, erupting up and out, to boil in his throat. Words not tempered but burnt solid and hard enough to hurt. Their impact worse than any stick or stone.
I trusted you, he wanted to scream, but all that came out were vicious curses unrelenting. Walls breaking apart like promises—it didn’t matter because Harry had trusted him.
“I never took you for a sore loser, Harry.” Tom smiled, cruel and satisfied. “Such a shame.”
He didn’t even know they were playing a game.
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Brennan Lee Mulligan, in his mind probably, during the moment of the first official episode of Worlds Beyond Number where there's 11 minutes left in the episode: Why settle for murdering a beloved npc when I can weave a tapestry of moments and feelings with my players that culminate in a point that destroys them and the audience all at once by letting them make the hardest narrative choices? :)
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y'all ever see a post that unlocks some visceral memory or feeling and you start writing an entire novel about it in the tags and then you get to the end and it turns out you don't actually care about sharing it, you just needed a random tumblr post to write blindly into like a victorian diary
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One of my friends just pointed out Scarlett has six fingers in that scamy art im going to cry
fuck it she just has six fingers now. Ford Pines style. yeah i'll incorporate that into my belief system
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off to leave cheese at benvolio's place. I shall miss this little rascal 🥹
he's growing up so fast 🥹🥹🥹🥹 help
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