hm oh looks like thers a little alittle thing on the grounf here i think i will... i will sniff sniff it....
hm i think i'll take a little nibble nibble
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Come On Man, You're Making It Out To Be Worse Than It Really Is
A comic to mock my thinking process when I was around 13/14. I would make a small mistake or do something silly, and when I didn't immediately get validation for it I would cry about it and then do things to make it worse.
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Happy Thanksgiving, friends!
Here are some classic Scamp pie pictures to remember some of his favorite days. He loved helping on Thanksgiving!
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You know what gets me about the episode 2 of TLOU? It`s the fact that for the most of the episode Joel is having a serious beef with a literal 14-year old. And it’s just so fun to watch, but my favorite moment happens when they enter the hotel and Joel does his little jumpy jump to demonstrate how shallow the water really is. He could`ve just taken one step, there is no need for the dramatics. But no no no, mister Joel I`m-the-baddest-bitch-in-Boston-QZ-and-I’m-so-mature-and-I-hate-fun Miller decides to jump like a school girl to stick it to a literal 14 years old. Why do you ask?
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Stony silence rings from the other end of the line, but Jason knows Bruce is listening. Listening and running through several possibilities of how someone could have gotten this number while simultaneously tracking the call signal.
This is gonna be fucking gold.
Time to sell it.
“Dad,” he sobs, pitching his voice until it breaks, teeth chattering exaggeratedly, “Dad, please, I’m scared, I-“ Jason cuts himself off with a scream and another series of sobs, “Please, I can’t— it’s locked! Please, no, Dad, it’s locked—“
A sharp intake of breath, the dull thump of something heavy colliding unexpectedly.
“Dad!” Jason cries, calling upon every single drama class he’s ever had, “Please… please- it’s almost to zero- please, I’m sorry, please, please, it hurts so much-“
Bruce breaks.
“Jason, Jason, hold on Jaylad, hold on, I will find-“
Jason smashes the phone against the marble dress of the creepy angel standing guard over his grave. The pieces vanish into the wet grass, like an occult offering eaten by Gotham’s soil.
Then Jason turns and walks away with a gleeful little smile.
But not without flipping the stupid angel off one last time.
— Grave Pretender sneak peek
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