“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.
If you had five billion you could hop from job to job, calling entitled customers idiots all across your city, putting the fear of You into every shithead in town until people become afraid to be rude to servers and cashiers, lest you emerge from the back room like some kind of manners-enforcing specter
