#and the top for raine screams

[honeyblair]

never posted this here but this was my one contribution to the toh fandom on twitter before raine made their debut in july 2021. raine whispers? no. raine screams.

#the owl house #toh #the owl house fanart #raine whispers #raine #raine screams #literally posted this on twitter and it blew up #these are both some of the top images for raine whipsers on google images #and the top for raine screams #what have i done #art #my art

[knaveofmogadore]

You ever have a customer with a legitimate problem but they're such an asshole that they extinguish the embers of empathy within you with their insolence?

#messages from knave #her name is [redacted] and I've dropped from being her champion to wishing she'd lose internet #in about 4 hours #i felt. SO BAD. for this woman last night. only for her to call and scream at me #when the office phone turned on this morning #she's like 'the weather shouldn't have effected anything' when it was raining half this week #this same woman blew her top that people were late when a fucking tree was blocking the road #i tried so hard to keep feeling bad for her cause we (my boss) genuinely screwed up at her house #but she's made it extremely difficult to keep being nice to her because she's begun inventing problems #like for example #i say 'the electrician is gonna be there between 9 and 10am' #she says 'youre disorganized and confused because he said he cant be here at 9. why are you terrible at your job' #i send her a SCREENSHOT where the electrician says he's going to be there around 9:30 #she says 'thats not 9am' motherfucker that isnt what i said. He gave a timeframe of 930ish to 10am and that is what i told you. #between 9 and 10 #lord in heaven #i dont know why she hired us again she hates one of our techs enough to remember him by name and ask he not be sent #she's never said a nice word and threatens to sue us constantly like WHY DO YOU WANT US TO WORK FOR YOU IF YOU HATE US #YOU'RE PAYING. GO ELSEWHERE #and i tell her last night 'just so you know we're not done #'we have to come back #and what does she do but fucking call me at 8am yelling about why shit isn't done. ma'am. i told u it wasn't finished #im going to lose my mind #can't even make her my boss's problem because he threw a temper tantrum at the implication something was his fault #and fumbled their text chain so gloriously last night that he wont even share what he said to make her want to sue him specifically #I don't even WANT to know what he said because it'd give me an ulcer thinking about it #i need another job before this one gets sued into the ground #also im sick because my partner works retail and thats about as bad as having a kid in daycare

[themagnusbane]

Everybody else: The special episode had Daddy Kink, Prapai eating Sky out on a conference desk leading to some conference desk fucking, Sky pulling out his claws on one of Prapai’s exes, Rain and Sky being dumbasses and Sig having his villain cackle moment…

Me: Hold up! WHEN WAS SOMEONE GOING TO TELL ME THIS EPISODE HAD A ONE PIECE REFERENCE????! One Piece made it into Lita???? OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!

Look at Monkey D. Sky go! He’s going to become the king of boyfriends! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

#but seriously!!! #y’all didn’t say anything #I am so miffed #one of my favourite shows references my favourite manga/anime #and nobody warned me #I actually screamed!!!! #Best. Special Episode. Ever!!!! #nothing is topping this! #love in the air #love in the air the series #lita #lita the series #payurain #prapaisky #payu x rain #prapai x sky #one piece #monkey d luffy #gahhhhhhhh!!!!

[mutateddinonugget]

UGHHHHHHHHHH yk?

#wanna scream on the cliff top #with heavy heavy rain #scream with me please #don’t wanna be alone

[radarsteddybear]

In today’s edition of, “What should the Muppets adapt next?” I bring you: Muppets Singin’ in the Rain.

Starring Kermit the Frog as Hollywood’s biggest star, Don Lockwood; Fozzie Bear as Don’s childhood best friend and on-set clown musician, Cosmo Brown; and Miss Piggy as America’s soon-to-be-sweetheart, Kathy Seldon.  Lina Lemont is played by Camilla the Chicken (hence the issues with the transition to talkies--Camilla can only cluck), and her friend Zelda is played by Pepe the King Prawn.  The gossip reporter at the beginning is played by Gonzo (who is clearly taken by Camilla) with his co-reporter Rizzo, who inexplicably stick around throughout the film.

Studio head R.F. Simpson is played by an absent J.P. Grosse who has left his nephew Scooter as head of the studio in all but name.  At the movie premiere after party, Scooter excitedly shows off the Next Big Thing, talking pictures (as presented on film by Dr. Bunsen Honeydew and his assistant Beaker).  The party itself is attended by a mix of Muppets and recognizable A- and B-list celebrities.  The Swedish Chef is serving food and the Electric Mayhem provides the music. 

Rowlf is Roscoe, the director of Kermit and Camilla’s films, and Uncle Deadly and Janice act as Kermit and Camilla’s elocution coaches, respectively, once the decision is made to turn that movie into a talkie.  Statler and Waldorf are seen at the initial debut of The Dueling Cavalier, heckling the mess that it is.

Just as in the original, they decide to turn The Dueling Cavalier into The Dancing Cavalier, and Miss Piggy dubs over Camilla’s voice.  When Camilla tries to keep up the ruse at the film’s premiere, Kermit, Fozzie, and Scooter raise the curtain to reveal Miss Piggy providing Camilla’s voice.  An embarrassed Miss Piggy tries to run out the theater and is stopped by Kermit telling the audience that she’s the true star of the film that they all loved so much tonight, paving the way for her career to blossom.  In shame, Camilla runs off stage and tries to escape out the back of the theater only to fall into Gonzo’s waiting arms.  Everyone lives happily ever after, except maybe Rizzo, who’s still feeling a bit peckish.

#Singin' in the Rain #Muppets #Muppet Singin' in the Rain #crossover #original post #the single human character SHOULD be Cyd Charisse reprising her role in the random Broadway Melody extended dance number #but UNFORTUNATELY she is UNAVAILABLE #actually Rita Moreno reprising her role as Zelda (or passing the role along to a younger actress)would be funny #if the mental image of a grown adult man screaming 'PEPE! OH PEPE!' at the top of his lungs wasn't funnier #teddy bear writes

[bandsanitizer]

it’s about that one song that bands have that isn’t necessarily the best song they ever wrote or the most complex, but as a piece of music is stands for so much of what they want their art to do, who they want their music to reach, and the way in which they connect with their listeners that the song just ends up being that song for them. other songs can top the charts and get the streams but that one song is special beyond all the numbers.

#jbh my beloved #not my favorite song by them but likeeee THATS MUSIC BBY #nothing NOTHING 5sos can do will probably ever top JBH with the iconic 5min+ of screaming before the live performance #it’s about understanding how much the song means to the artist and in return how much fans connect to it too #alison speaks? #also this post is not just about jbh #she’s in the rain my beloved!!!!

[wheresmulder]

Again

Everyone in this video is sober

#i just love hearing this bitch scream 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 #it had rained earlier so the shit was wet and water was pouring out of the top we were all soaked at this point lmao

[voidartisan]

Right on schedule

#winter doesn't really settle in for texas until mid-january #and it doesn't sink its teeth in for another couple of weeks #but almost every year without fail #there is freezing rain in february #and then of course you have all the smug Northern Transplants laughing about how texans can't handle a little snow #and you have to scream at them that THIS IS NOT SNOW #THIS IS A LARGELY UNBROKEN SHEET OF ICE THAT COVERS 90% OF THE ROADWAY #MAYBE A LAYER OF SLEET ON TOP IF YOU'RE LUCKY #YOU CANNOT DRIVE ON ICE #THERE IS NO TRACTION #75% CHANCE YOU WILL TOTAL YOUR CAR #WE SHUT DOWN FOR A REASON #MAYBE TRUST US #excuse the rant #anyway hoping the roads will be bad enough that the cafe i work in will be closed tomorrow

[mathcs]

𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐱𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝟐 ( extra file : 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫! )

CONTEXT : jude's appearance in elympios.

he and his friends adopt the ways of this unfamiliar place, radically different both in fashion and mindset. though, for him, the need for change isn't a new idea. being very quick to adapt is another skill of his, and it likely started when he left his quiet hometown to study medicine at fennmont years prior. jude, "not wanting to look like a country bumpkin", bought new clothes (stylish, comfortable, and not without being convinced to spend all his allowance on it by the shopkeeper). now graduated, he has another wardrobe and the latest haircut to start out with while he paves his way as a spyrite researcher. the need to assimilate with the elympions is more crucial than everー through his research, jude has the chance to change the entire world for the better. but it won't be possible if he remains exactly the same. this time, there will be countless people watching him and the progress of his work, judging both his character and usefulness. nowadays, "look, act, and do the part" is something he keeps heavily in mind (and it weighs too much on some nights. he still hasn't talked to anyone about this. to him, there's just too many other pressing matters). though, the more success he finds, the more people will notice, and the closer his dream will be. and so, going beyond mature and trendy, the pressure is on. he has everything to prove, with the will to match.

NOTES :

＊the hair takes an hour or two (more on a bad day) to style just right, thanks to his natural hair being straight with slight waves, rather than spiky at all. when he's not working, styling is too much trouble, so he sports the familiar look. ＊risks: rain causes almost an instant return to his natural hairstyle (he might've learnt this the hard way once... checking the weather on his phone has now become a very boring hobby). plus, style it even slightly off, and it's bedhead time. ＊he feels mature and cooler with the new hair. (it takes a while, but eventually he's comfortable with his old hairstyle again and ends up keeping it for years to come).

#headcanon . #extra long thoughts: #now i require an angst scene with rain just pouring down and his hair going back to normal- #where he acts more like his old self- probably a desperate situation. it'd be the figurative mask (of stress) coming off him #not that his scientist side isn't real! but it's only a part of who he is even if its a big part 🤔 he's still og jude- #just trying his hardest to look competent/polished to everyone and he is!! but not all the time. so there's the cost of repressing feelings #but overworking on top of being broke as the game says :') #the stakes are high but its all so he can do good... so he will. without regret (despite consequences)!! #<- basically his current issues during x.illia 2. there we go i finally fleshed him more in my brain #but if smth like jude angst rain scene scene happened in x.illia 2 i wouldve screamed itd be a great visual callback to the first game

[toherlover]

does she hate the way i loved you or something

#this was in my top 3 for songs i wanted #at times number one #how has it made it this far #like TAYLOR #SCREAMING AND FIGHTING AND KISSING IN THE RAIN? #it would’ve been SO good at that foxborough rain show #no one talks about how bad that rain was #we were waterboarded #surprise songs #the eras tour #taylor swift #the way i loved you #fearless

[thecherrygod]

Of course I'm gonna remember the fucked up dream I had today that didn't let me continue sleeping when I'm about to fall asleep.

#my posts #my dreams #i will write it here #it has gore and harm to a small kid/toddler so uh #saying that in case someone's curious to read. ony #only* keep reading if you are okay with thoae. but i want it out of my brain so ill write it here #after draming i got lost and stuff in a different place than the one i usually dream off and with bad weather‚ i got 'home' #not really how my house nor my neighborhood looks. kinda more like a countryside slightly older american house i guess? maybe not old but #made at some point last century #its raining but not as much as before. and something in me is like 'close every door and window. the which is done. shes about to be free.- #-dont let her in' so i closed everything. but that meant that the dream neighbor lost against her. #apparently it was a huge kinda doll house place and in it only lived a child. about 2-3years old. could walk and talk but still had diappers #i say doll house bc it was open. i could see the inside like that. and something in it looked like a doll from tbe torso up #as big as a bedroom i think? placed in a way it reminded me of a chimney #anyways the child is on the top floor screaming 'YES I WON'. she didnt tho. she just didn't know #two women in maif clothes (not the cure maid that can look sexy. the maid thats almost also nurse clothes for older people) come for her #apparently tho she lived alone she did have them to care for her #one of them picks the girl from the floor. a noise of something tearing can be heard #she says 'oh weird did your diapper break?' but the girl doesnt really say anything anymore #as shes being carried away a noise of something falling from the floor happens. a wet slapping sound #and its just.. meat. chunks of meat and organs and intestines falling out of the girls diapper bit by bit. all bloodied pieces of everything #that woke me up #and them i couldn't go back to sleep and then i tried to forget but i just remembered #im. gonna try to sleep anyways bc its almoat 3 am but.. yeah it wasnt fun lmao #the first half was decent but... no yeah no lmao

[quest-draws]

Image description: A four page black and white comic of my tortoiseshell cat, Bunny, complaining that I won’t let her in from the screen porch.

Page 1 

Panel 1: A small tortoiseshell cat sits on the other side of a glass door, looking up sadly, saying, “Mama! Mama, help! I’m in the screen porch!” 

Panel 2: She scratches at the door. “Mama! Mama I’m trapped! I’m trapped in the screen porch! Mama!” she cries. 

Panel 3: She looks through the glass with her sad, innocent expression. “I see you, Mama! Can’t you hear me? Why won’t you let me in? What have I done, Mama!”

Panel 4: The left corner is dominated by a close up of her face, as she reminisces about the cat tree in the screen porch. We see her perched on the very top, looking out over the backyard.

She says, “Was I not grateful enough, Mama? You gave me a throne, here in the screen porch! A place where I could look down upon the world as a god!”

Page 2

Panel 1: While she’s perched atop her cat tree, it begins to rain outside. Bunny looks askance at it from behind the screen. 

“But I couldn’t touch it, Mama!” she narrates, now in boxes instead of word balloons, “I could see the rain lavish the earth, but never feel its cool caress!”

Panel 2: A paw rests on the screen. On the other side, two birds chirp, unbothered by the presence of Bunny.

 “I could smell the blood of the song birds, but never taste its warmth! I lived as Tantalus in this screen porch, Mama!”

Panel 3: Sitting on a cushioned chair, bunny looks out over the yard, barred from her by the porch screen. 

“Tormented by what I could never reach!” 

Page 3

Panel 1 : Another reminiscence, this time of Bunny running through the open door to the screen porch earlier that day while I was taking out the garbage. 

“And yet I returned, again and again and again! Was that my sin, Mama? Is this my punishment? To be condemned forever to a hell of my own choosing?” 

Panel 2: Returning to the present, Bunny looks up from the otherside of the door, her eyes wide.

“Is this what you call justice, Mama?” She says. “Is this what you call love?” 

Panel 3: From Bunny’s perspective we see me; I am ignoring her, going about my business. She calls out to me, “Answer me, Mama! Mama!”

Panel 4:I glance back at her, unmoved by her cries. “Mama!” she yells. 

Page 4

Panel 1: Pulling out we finally see more of the wall which has the door to the screen porch. Directly beside it is a cat door that goes through the wall, out into the screen porch. Another cat, Bunny’s sister Maggie, is coming through the cat flap with no issue.

 I say, “ Bunny, I know you know how to use the cat door.”

Clawing at the window, tears in her eyes, Bunny screams “MAMA!!”

End ID.

#cats #kitties #kittens #cat comics #pet comics #pets #comics #funny

[alexthetrashyracoon]

Simon wants to marry you.

This fact was as clear as rain on his mind. You were the love of his life, he was ready to settle down with you and grow old.

So Simon prepared everything for that special day, it was your fourth year anniversary and Simon wants to ask you the biggest question someone could ask and he hoped, maybe even prayed despite not believing in any higher deity, that you would say 'yes' to his proposal.

He has planned out the whole day, from the moment you woke to the moment you would close your eyes for the night again, everything was supposed to be perfect.

Simon brings you breakfast in bed, watching your smile brighten when you see the freshly pressed orange juice and the fresh buns, still warm from the bakery. "Happy Anniversary." He whispers before slipping back into bed behind you, pulling you between his legs and stealing some of the freshly cut Mango from your plate.

When breakfast is over, you two made a mess out of each other while trying to feed each other, he scoops you up and carries you into the bathroom, telling you to get ready and that he has a lot of plans for today which causes you to become perceptive. Immediately starting to question him about his plans, but he's still a trained soldier, he withstands your flow of questions.

Another plan of Simon for today was bringing you to a fair, the same one you two met four years ago.

Here he wanted to ask you to marry him, on top of the Ferris wheel where you two had been stuck together four years ago due to a technical issue with the electronic.

But after spending a few hours walking the fair ground, having to walk back to his car once to bring Lord Otto from Otterson, the plush Otter he won you at one of the stupid and usually very rigged fair games, to safety and out of the way. You make it to the Ferris wheel and Simon's face fell.

"Out of order..." He breathes and runs a hand through his short blonde hair, staring up at the still standing wheel and the dangling cable cars.

"Damn." You curse softly next to him and scratch your neck. "Well, maybe we can ride it another day, mhm?"

"Yeah, maybe. Well, we can't change anything now." He chuckles and squeezes the velvety box in his back pocket. Keeping it safe until you two would reach the next destination.

The small restaurant by the corner where you two lived was filled with loud voice, happy laughter, children running around, not that Simon minded, he knew you were a very outgoing person and enjoyed the social interactions from such evenings.

Simon had reserved a table a few weeks ago and the waiter brings you and him over, Simon shushing the poor man who just wants to help you sit.

He is your boyfriend, bloody hell, he can do something so simple as helping you get seated.

"I know it is our anniversary, Simon," You chuckle as you put down the glass of wine Simon has ordered for you and him, "But something feels different. I just don't know what. Special..."

"Four years is just a long time, love. Maybe your brain finally catches up with... wha-?" Simon wants to be cheesy with you before asking you the question of all questions when suddenly his feet feel wet and he looks down, seeing water come from the kitchen.

His second attempt of asking for your hand has been sabotaged by a broken water pipe.

Simon curses internally as he carries you back outside, not wanting to get your feet wet and cause you catching some flu.

Well, there is only the romantic walk through the nearby park which is empty around this time of the night, so you two can walk around the pond and watch the fireflies and swans before he can go down on one knee and finally ask.

But before he even get you through the sturdy iron gates that allowed entrance to the park, his phone rang, Prices' number on the screen and everything in Simon screams to ignore his Captain for the sake of your relationship and your future.

He apologizes and takes the call, listening to Price explaining that they've got information about a certain Russian Terrorist planning an attack and that they had to meet within the next hour.

"It's fine." You reassure him when he brings you back to your shared apartment, squeezing his hand with a gentle smile on your lips. "I had a lot of fun today with at my side. And saving the world is much more important. We can celebrate another time, Si."

"You're too forgiving." Simon replies and presses his chapped lips against your forehead. "But it's not fine. I had the whole day planned out. And the universe seems against me at all, bloody hell. All I wanted to do tonight was asking you to marry me. And everything I've tried blew. The Ferris Wheel, the restaurant, even the walk..."

You cut him off before he can talk himself into a frenzy by wrapping your arms around his neck, having to stand on your tiptoes and planting your lips on his.

"Yes." You grin when you pull back. "Yes, I will marry you, Simon Riley. I will marry you."

Maybe he should have simply asked you this morning during breakfast, might have saved him from getting another grey hair on his head. But sometimes the simple answer is hidden behind the complicated ideas.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #ghost x you #cod x gn!reader #cod mwii #cod mw2 #simon riley x reader

[kalisbaby]

“From the River to the Sea.” A Poem by Samer Abu Hawwash, translated by Huda Fakhreddine

every street, every house, every room, every window, every balcony, every wall, every stone, every sorrow, every word, every letter, every whisper, every touch, every glance, every kiss, every tree, every spear of grass, every tear, every scream, every air, every hope, every supplication, every secret, every well, every prayer, every song, every ballad, every book, every paper, every color, every ray, every cloud, every rain, every drop of rain, every drip of sweat, every lisp, every stutter, every yamma, mother, every yaba, father, every shadow, every light, every little hand that drew in a little notebook a tree or house or heart or a family of a father, a mother, siblings, and pets, every longing, every possibility, every letter between two lovers that arrived or didn’t arrive, every gasp of love dispersed in the distant clouds, every moment of despair at every turn, every suitcase on top of

every closet, every library, every shelf, every minaret, every rug, every bell toll in every church, every rosary, every holy praise, every arrival, every goodbye, every Good Morning, every Thank God, every ‘ala rasi, my pleasure, every hill ‘an sama’i, leave me alone, every rock, every wave, every grain of sand, every hair-do, every mirror, every glance in every mirror, every cat, every meow, every happy donkey, every sad donkey’s gaze, every pot, every vapor rising from every pot, every scent, every bowl, every school queue, every school shoes, every ring of the bell, every blackboard, every piece of chalk, every school costume, every mabruk ma ijakum, congratulations on the baby, every y ‘awid bi-salamtak, condolences, every ‘ayn al- ḥasud tibla bil-‘ama, may the envious be blinded, every photograph, every person in every photograph, every niyyalak, how lucky, every ishta’nalak, we’ve missed you, every grain of wheat in every bird’s gullet, every lock of hair, every hair knot, every hand, every foot, every football, every finger, every nail, every bicycle, every rider on every bicycle, every turn of air fanning from every bicycle, every bad joke, every mean joke, every laugh, every smile, every curse, every yearning, every fight, every sitti, grandma, every

sidi, grandpa, every meadow, every flower, every tree, every grove, every olive, every orange, every plastic rose covered with dust on an abandoned counter, every portrait of a martyr hanging on a wall since forever, every gravestone, every sura, every verse, every hymn, every ḥajj mabrur wa sa ‘yy mashkur, may your ḥajj and effort be rewarded, every yalla tnam yalla tnam, every lullaby, every red teddy bear on every Valentine’s, every clothesline, every hot skirt, every joyful dress, every torn trousers, every days-spun sweater, every button, every nail, every song, every ballad, every mirror, every peg, every bench, every shelf, every dream, every illusion, every hope, every disappointment, every hand holding another hand, every hand alone, every scattered thought, every beautiful thought, every terrifying thought, every whisper, every touch, every street, every house, every room, every balcony, every eye, every tear, every word, every letter, every name, every voice, every name, every house, every name, every face, every name, every cloud, every name, every rose, every name, every spear of grass, every name, every wave, every grain of sand, every street, every kiss, every image, every eye, every tear, every yamma, every yaba, every name, every name, every name, every name, every name, every name, every name, every name, all…

#free palestine #poetry #samer abu hawwash #huda fakhreddine

[bbbbbbbbatman]

Once Batman has revealed his identity to the JL, after some strong encouragement from Superman and Wonder Woman, Bruce decides to try to start being a bit more "personable" with the rest of league. They've been colleagues for a decade and he trusts them all, and according to Clark and Diana this means there's no need for his whole mysterious "shadow of the night" bit, so he invites the league to dinner at the manor.

It is raining heavily, and even though it's not that late, it's nearly pitch dark but for the frequent lightning strikes. The league arrives together at Wayne Manor and the wrought iron gates stretch upward before them, ending in spikes at the top with ivy overgrown across them. They stand there, uncomfortable, wet, a bit weirded out, wondering how they're supposed to get passed the gates.

"This is creepy, right?" Hal says. "It's not just me?"

A voice. "Hello." As the league turns to the sound, thunder claps loud enough to startle everyone as lightning strikes, illuminating a small child standing on the other side of the gates that was definitely not there a second ago. He stands motionless under an umbrella, seemingly unbothered by the rain, expression vaguely irritated, and his eyes seem to flash green in the light. "I have been instructed to escort you inside."

The child doesn't move in any way but the gates slowly swing open, the creaking sounds sound straight out of a horror movie. Once they are fully opened, the boy turns and starts walking down the path without a word.

The league, some members quite freaked out at this point, follow him after exchanging some looks. They round a bend in the path and the manor comes into view. It is a massive dark structure, rising from the ground. Another lightning strike illuminates pointed spires, jagged edges, and it's gloomy, gothic nature. The sound of bats shrieking can be heard in the distance over the rain.

The league finally arrives at the front door, cold, wet, and thoroughly discomfited. An old man, a butler, looking out of time, opens the door, the child disappears inside. The butler welcomes everyone inside graciously but with a distant politeness. Despite the appearance of the exterior, the inside is well lit with warm light and seems inviting, though ostentatious. The league is relieved.

Until another massive lightning strike and thunder clap cuts the power off and the room is pitch black.

"Oh, you're here," a deep voice says from somewhere up above. No sooner are the words out than another lightning strike illuminates a dark, hulking figure on the staircase that was also definitely not there a second ago. At least two people scream.

Bruce is wildly confused as to why his guests are screaming, he didn't think any of them were afraid of the dark? The back up generator kicks on and the lights come back on and everybody seems to calm down. The rest of the dinner seems to go well (as well as a dinner can with the justice league and all of Bruce's kids) but strangely, to Bruce's confusion, it somehow only made his "spooky" reputation worse. He's not really sure why the whole league seems to think he lives in a haunted house.

#damian was the wrong kid to send out to get visitors #i think the manor on a sunny day probably looks beautiful #but in the right weather conditions looks super creepy #like the kind of place the addams family would live #and it fits very well with batman's image #batman #bruce wayne #justice league #dc #dc comics #mine