It is coming out to air. The stink of the Kamala Harris standoff with President Trump is spreading nationwide. A whistleblower from ABC has said that the Vice President was given a list of “practice” questions to prepare for. The same whistleblower has stated that there was an agreement between ABC and Harris that they would fact-check the President but not her. The practice questions just…
there's something kinda funny to me about certain ways scar tends to be drawn because it's like. okay imagine hypothetically you took a distillation of fanon scar designs and showed it to someone who's never even heard of a minecraft, and asked them what they think this guy might be like. we're ignoring context here, pretend we're showing them a ref sheet. and it's like, alright, here's a rugged looking buff guy. nice abs. lots of scars. he's got a smug grin on his face. very shirtless. he looks like the love interest in a bodice ripper. i bet he's got some dark angsty secret he keeps buried underneath that suave facade. but not buried too deeply, just enough to intrigue.
and then you go watch third life and he is like a cat whose owner keeps desperately trying to make him stop eating plastic.
Um.. Superman.. what that thing stuck on your cape?
Clark's brain short circuit for a moment as he just got back of flying at great speed in the middle of deep space to thrown one of Lex's giants bombs destroy the city and come back in record time.
He turn a bit to look at his cape to see a tiny humanoid starlight dust covered child with white hair, glowing full green that look like white specks stars were implanted themselves into his big ol eyes, nawing on a handful of stardust with inhumanly sharp itsy bitsy fangs.
A small yet floating crown that look similar to one of Nasa pictures of far out space.
Did he just accidentally abducted an royal alien child/teen?
fucked my entire day up thinking about an undead person intentionally inhaling and exhaling while holding or sleeping beside someone they love even though they don't need to because the motion and sound of breath makes them feel safe and secure
I live in a duplex above my parents. Every single time I feed my own cat, my parent's cat magically appears at my door and mews pitifully. I just can't handle it. She's like some kind of little dickensian urchin looking longingly into a bakery window, hoping the baker will take pity on her and throw her a few crumbs.