A writer not writing

I HAVE FINALLY FOUND THE PAINT JOB I NEED ON MY CAR.

driving my newly painted car down to my job at the children’s hospital

i've survived far worse. i've also died to far less though so who knows

average roguelike experience

*coughs blood* youre all just jealous of my wound. yuore trying to make me get rid of it because you wish you had a wound this cool

Nancy would love flirting with Spider-Robin over her comms during day-to-day crime stopping. I can just imagine the proud look on her face after she hears Robin turn off her comms bc she was so flustered she messed up her web swinging and almost ended up face down in the concrete.

do you think two pennies is still enough for the ferryman or has inflation driven up the fare

if he makes me use an app I am simply not crossing the river Styx.

What no beaver does to a mf

i’m sorry but the straight tgirls need to set higher standards for themselves. i just saw a girl on tiktok doing a dance with the caption ‘when he doesn’t mind that your trans.’ girl that’s literally the lowest possible bar!!

Wholesome

i know i just reblogged this a few hours ago but i keep thinking about this man and his powerful emanations. i think this might actually be the physical manifestation of the soul of new york city. if he dies the city itself becomes pillars of dust