#question mark?

[saryasy]

"I'm straight" "I'm celibate"

[fltner]

Tim gets so used to making up cover stories under pressure that it becomes his first instinct when questioned about anything that stresses him out, completely autopilot.

—

Tim sighed. “Well, I guess I'll start from the beginning: my name is Alvin Draper, I lived in the Narrows with my grandma — until I was ten, that is. A rogue attack went wrong, and she was killed in the crossfire; it hadn't even been intentional, just collateral damage, couldn't pin a revenge scheme onto it if you'd tried, and trust me, I did.” He spat, bitterly.

“Placing the blame on Batman for not coming to rescue her hadn’t felt right, and seeking revenge against Two Face made me feel wrong. The blame game was cut short however, because I was soon starving. Long story short, I decided it'd lessen the internal turmoil if I robbed the. . . more fortunate, up in Bristol, leading me to Drake manor.” He let out a breath. 

“Arguably lucky for little Alvin Draper: the young Drake heir, tiny eight year old Timmy, had succumbed to illness and passed away during the very same week. Jack and Janet hadn't been concerned about more than the question of who'll pass on their legacy and family standing within the public eye. Their eyes landed on the black haired, blue eyed intruder, sharing a similar build and height to their late son, and decided the job was —

“Replacement, I asked why my spicy marinara sauce was missing.” Interrupted Jason abruptly, after the two minute mark had passed, looking somewhere between incredulous, confused, and done-with-this-shit.

Tim blinked for a second, as though remembering where he was. “Oh, sorry, reflexes.”

[kenapiece-main]

THE INVISIBLE IS VISIBLE TODAY! LET'S GOOOO HAPPY AROMANTIC VISIBILITY DAY

[cheerioskid]

happy halloween!! be safe while solving mysteries :3

[tiredfoxtf]

This one is for dedicated audience and like two and a half people who match my freak.

[samualcheese]

doobles

[amelie-isnt-french]

"Jonny 'I don't write happy endings' Sims" this, "Jonny sits in his castle of screams and tortures characters" that - every story that man has put out into the universe is three raccoons called Hope, Humanity and Love wrapped up in a trenchcoat of horror and his writing gives me hope that us humans aren't completely doomed maybe.

Try to change my mind, but you can't!

[strawberry-halo]

This game caused permanent damage to my brain I think (in the best way possible)

[do-you-ship-it-polls]

Do you ship it?

reason: They built a very strong emotional bond inside and outside the series, Perry is there to listen to Doof's stories and thus be able to help him overcome the traumas of the past and make him a better person, meanwhile, Doof gives companionship and honest trust in return to Perry every day of the summer, to become someone more open to new experiences and feelings, which he rarely has the opportunity to allow himself to feel while working as a secret agent. They are more than enemies, more than friends, they are irreplaceable partners in each other's lives.

[bakuvex]

Every time I practice drawing a horse I’m turning it into an Etho art I’m a weak woman

[petcheeatah]

“ben affleck and jennifer lopez heading for divorce”

somewhere around the world, Matt damon just woke up with a Gasping breath, covered in sweat

[the-lonelyshepherd]

soon :)

[dedisgone]

so like

um

remembered this existed and immediately thought of them so

original as well!! :D

[squinkarts]

Back when me and @jellitianhearts were testing out the models, I got to record for this golden gif when he got excited bc he remembered he had caprisun, and it’s been an inside joke ever since

[guns-n-rosier]

I've got you, @all-bart-and-bite

'Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne, Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends. J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne. Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.

Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées, Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit, Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées, Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.

Je ne regarderai ni l’or du soir qui tombe, Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur, Et, quand j’arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.'

That one's Victor Hugo, actually. Not bad, huh?

[speedwayy]

John and Paul // The Weight by Linda Gregg