Something that feels as good as this, there is nothing else like it, right?
I’m thinking that I’ll surely be allowed to keep doing this
As for who is correct, look here, it’s already decided that I am the sole determiner of that, right?
No one can hope to cut this connection between us
For when it comes to violating you as I please, even laws and rules won’t stop me – DECO*27, Mono poisoner
Scriabin: Big brother, since you’re always going around all the time being so weak and delicate, I have to be assertive enough for us both. You should appreciate what I do for you a bit more. Even though he’s older, he’s totally undependable; he’s “big brother” only in name. From now on, I’m the big brother, okay? This is my decision.
Edgar: Since you’re always wildly running around by yourself, I’m always the one who has to clean up after your messes. I’m not really incompetent, I’m just prudent; all the maids and the butler too have already said so. So just settle down a little-
“Everyone casts a shadow. Yours just has a mind of its own.”
Image popped into my head the other day so here it is. I thought that giant whitespace needed something though so I also made some other wallpaper sized variants.
Impress your friends with Carl Jung quotes!
The most accurate title card this fic could ever have.
More details/variants and a blank wallpaper-size version are over yonder.
You haven’t really fully lived in the midwest until you’ve experienced the chaos and odd comfort of playing in a pit filled with an incomprehensible amount of corn
This isn’t some faux-gothic shitpost I’m being 100% serious corn pools are the best
They’re the best and 100% real and 100% not a plot for the corn to consume your children
The batboys run a tumblr blog all about the crazy conspiracies about Batman’s true identity. It’s a form of entertainment for them, but for Bruce, it’s another headache.
