seelcudoom:

wetwareproblem:

closetskeleton666:

spoonie-sone:

mogifire:

Harley & Ivy

This is why I love them!

Harley is an abuse survivor of course she’d wreck this dude!!!

Can I just say how much I love the implications here?

Harley and Ivy are known public figures. People know who they are, and recognize them. And this kid knows that, despite being violent criminals, they’re safe enough to go to for protection.

Ivy is dead certain that the Batfamily will be okay with them intervening to protect a kid. That has some intersting implications - either she knows damn well where the lines lie and that this is overriding enough to get her a pass, or (more likely, given the first bit) this has come up before.

one of my favorite tropes is villains acting heroically not because the other villain is a threat to them or because it benefits them, but because they have standards

yeah, the trope is called “even evil has standards”

side note, the constant standard shared across all the batman villains is that none of them are, nor will they ever tolerate nazis. as soon as joker found out some people he was working with was a nazi, he turned on them.

unworldlyspecter:

scuffeddocs:

This is the content I use Twitter for

hermeowyn:

Looks like the one mystery Velma Dinkley couldn’t solve was self-love

byrdsfly:

psydragon:

corseque:

having to use your own art as reference cause you forgot how to draw

having to go back to reread previous chapters of your own story as a reference because you forgot how to write 

Being a better Robin Hood because, unlike some other Robin Hoods, you can speak with an English accent.

tastefullyoffensive:

(via davicduffie)

boicult:

me as hell

micdotcom:

Watch: The Young Turks’ Cenk Uygur nailed why millennials get so much sh*t. 

onigenji:

@victoriousboss

llynoleum:

norwayspruce:

sillysurgeon:

jacgayline:

someone think of a funny current caption for this 2006 era joke

tfw the table is pushed in too close to the chair

i vacuum the bugs out of the air with my mouth

my eyes are missiles, my breath–bullets. i am your doom