Damian: "My grandfather drives faster than this, and he's dead!"
Jason and Steph, leaning forward from the backseat: "Ra's died?!"
Tim: "He's still alive. He literally never--"
Dick, rolling his eyes, hands clenched on the wheel: "Guys he means Thomas."
Steph, slumping back: "Wow, I legitimately forgot about that."
Damian: "Every word that comes out of your mouth is a reminder--"
Dick: *cranks up the radio loudly*
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Has King Dice ever give Mr. D any ideas to put any punishments for those who are evil, wicked and vile to make them be force to do something for all eternity as their punishment, like say have them watch a really bad and horrible movies forever?
He sings to the sinners terrible ad jingles that gets stuck in their heads for weeks
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(i think i hit my daily post limit, cant reblog the thread at all- gepard mod.)
"It might not be Mondstadt. We haven't walked very much at all. But, you're right, we should ask them."
[ @ask-captain-gepard ]
oof-
"Okay then." Bronya walked towards one of the guards.
She seemed to converse with him for a bit before coming back to Gepard.
"This is Mondstadt, and we can go in!"
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There comes a time when all things return to the earth. In what form? Well, that is up to how kind fate and engineering is, it seems. But all things must go.
This death was kind of fate, perhaps. Set down under an oak tree, in a flower forest filled with soft sunlight and stunning sunsets. It had to be death, Doc could only assume. He had wandered out into the world, lost and utterly confused and occasionally cursing out that pesky bird, until his mechanical bits started shutting down. Some kind of weird freak out, and normally he’d be able to fix it, or at least slap something together long enough to get back home, but that was the whole thing, he wasn’t home, with only some sticks and rocks in his pockets. He’d wandered off, dazed and confused, and now here he was. Broken and dying.
Again, it was, perhaps, a kind way to die. It was pretty, at least. The functioning parts of Doc’s mechanical body had focused their energy on keeping the creeper part of him alive, though various small shocks and some odd version of food. But he’d run out a day ago, and his robotics hung uselessly, a heroic effort. Doc ran the fingers on his working hand over the delicate petals of a flower. His time was running out, he knew that. No one even knew where he was, or couldn’t find him. He closed his eyes.
“What the- DocM baby, what the hell are you doing taking a nap out here?”
Doc’s eyes jolted open, and the sun was being blocked out by the always enormous and always hairy Ren, who looked down at him in confusion. Doc tried to talk, but his throat was too dry to allow it. He gestured weakly to his throat, then his dead mechanical parts.
“Oh goodness, something isn’t right here, is it!” Ren seemed to understand, probably thanks to years of friendship. He pulled a water bottle out of his inventory and knelt down, pouring some into Doc’s mouth. “Woah, your mechanicalage isn’t looking too hot, DocM. And your clothes look almost sun-stained. Wait, how long have you been sitting out here?”
Doc’s voice still wasn’t working, but he nodded, hoping Ren would get the hint. Ren stood up and looked around, and for a wild moment, Doc thought he was going to leave him. A second, even wilder thought that Doc was in fact dead and Ren was his afterlife chased the first one. But then Ren knelt back down and scooped Doc into his arms.
“Listen, you’re not dying on me, okay? I know the way back, but you gotta stay with me, okay?” Ren began to walk, Doc heavy in his arms. “Dude, I’d heard you’d come through that riftage, but we all thought you were off doing some crazy secret redstone thing! I came through the rift late, you know, took some time after all that king stuff, and I’m so glad I found you, baby. Empires has not been kind to you, but I am. You’re my buddy, my Octagon partner! Stay with me, dude.”
And Doc did. The universe wasn’t done with this mad scientist yet.
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These panels too, holy fuck. Knives' hand, basically winding up to overpower his brother. Vash's expression being totally obscured by Knives' hand save for one very terrified eye. The fucking angel arm, of course. The way Vash is forced to lean back, the pressure Knives is putting on his face, then going behind him to wrap his arm around his chest. Vash screaming. Jesus fucking fuck.
And the whole time!! THE WHOLE TIME! Wolfwood is watching!! Wolfwood who already bonded with this weirdo, who saw himself in Vash immediately, now has to witness the absolute horror that is both Vash's power and his trauma. On the same page as Vash screaming and crying out in the most painful visual. I'm going to lie down and cry for a hundred years.
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Streets saying that Zegras is not playing professional hockey this season. Sid really won
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wpuld you like to go on a picnic and eat the cookies
i would like to go on a picnic in the autumn and bring soup and cookies and warm bread and draw red dragons
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The other day my class was practicing for the EOTYS and during break I stumbled upon the gangam style dance tutorial so I opened it and the next uu know all of these were dancing that shiy
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