@roger-dear maybe perhaps
Space?! Space! SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!
It never actually hit me until now that the lunatic asylum is literally a converted house. I was always wondering how Renfield kept on escaping because I assumed it was a facility with decent security but it’s. literally a house he just opened a window and dipped lmao
people who think kids are stupid have clearly never once had to attempt to get through explaining a set of safety rules and expectations to a group of them. lawyers wish they had the falcon's eye for loopholes, technicalities, and potential exceptions that the average 3rd grader possesses.
Our favourite blorbo really just said
"Good boy," said Dr. Van Helsing. "Brave boy. Quincey is all man. God bless him for it."
My unfinished story for @inklings-challenge I really did try to finish it, but I worked myself into an idea block, so here is the coherent part of the story.
Peace
You ever feel as though something is missing. Like no matter what you do, it's never enough. Yeah same, but coffee helps. I follow the sidewalk to work downtown, and I stop by a coffee shop. Just a normal day in my life, again.
I'm Jess Stratton. Yes, as in Stratton Co. and yes, I do work for my father and it isn't at all awkward to mingle with my coworkers.
I order my coffee and wait as it's mixed.
The china rattles on the wall. The world is folding in on itself. Was it ever right in the first place? I grab ahold of the counter to steady myself.
The quaking calms into trembling and then everything is still. No one moves. I peel my hands from the counter. As nice as coffee is, there are things that need to be done. I need to get to work.
Looking around me, the coffee shop is upended. Chairs and tables are tumbled everywhere. Patrons hide under the counters and by the walls. I climb over patrons and chairs as I make my way to the door.
Outside, sirens sound and dogs bark. A fire hydrant has broken and is now spraying water all over the sidewalk. Roots as thick as my torso break up the pavement; it was smooth when I walked into the shop. The sun that was shining before is being blocked out. Stepping out, I look for where the sun went. Leaning out the door and looking up all I see are branches and leaves. A tree as tall as the skyscrapers, that stood moments before, is blocking out the sky.
"I think I'm going to be a little late."
The tree has stayed. Despite many landscapers trying their best to dislodge it from the city pavement, the tree just grows back. Stronger and bigger than before. So people just leave it alone. The tree took over a whole city block. I don't know where it came from, or where the buildings went. The people that were in the buildings when the tree appeared were all found at the base of the tree after everything settled, they report not knowing how they got transported from their offices to the ground. I'd love to know more, but this is the city and so even when weird trees appear I still have to go to work.
I make sure to pass the tree on my way to the Stratton building. I have started leaving early, and I stopped getting coffee just so I could spend time with the tree before getting my soul sucked out with mountains of paperwork. The tree is peaceful. When I’m sitting against the trunk, I have this dream of a fall day spent raking all the leaves in the yard. My parents are both there, smiling and warm. I guess this was before the arguing, because once they started they never stopped. The tree is nice.
Despite my best intentions, I don’t take time everyday to go by the tree. It started that way, and I felt so much peace after visiting, but work always intrudes. People always need help, and who else is supposed to pick up this slack other than me.
I started sleeping past my alarm. I needed coffee. I had to take the bus to get to work faster than my walking route. I try. I am so grateful when I have the time to visit, it just makes interacting with people easier, like I can anticipate what they want and provide it easily. I guess meditation helps, or the good memories that I think of when I am by the tree.
There are parents protesting the tree. They don’t want to let people near it. Apparently their kids are scaring them with tales of weird dreams involving the tree. That’s just a load of superstitious nonsense. It’s a tree, not a drug, or whatever they think it is. I’m still going to visit it. Well, try to, when work isn’t trying to waterlog me with documents
I love how Nino just snatches Adrien when Lila sees them and runs off with him XD
By the time the girls start reacting Nino’s already gotten up and pulled Adrien nearly out of frame!
Seward: I'm enjoying the success of your 'Judge Moneybags' approach to our recent obstacles, but I'm not sure we'll be able to overcome our biggest problem by throwing money at him. Jonathan, hefting a gold bar: You haven't asked me how hard I'm going to throw it.
The Bat kids trying to do more civilian things to be less suspicious. But Steph ends up being the one to plan everything, leading to them all ending up doing things from a “25+ Things Your Teenage Daughter Can Do For Fun” webpage.
Duke: “Ok so number 12 says get your ears pierced.”
Dick: “I know a place!”
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Tim and Cass: *looking at earrings*
Damian: “Richard are you sure this establishment is… sanitary?”
Jason: “Oh is the great blood son afraid of a,” glances at store name, “Claire’s?”
Seward reading about Shovel Violence: this Jonathan... must be the chadliest chad who ever lived...
Seward actually meeting Jonathan, an unassuming nerd:
Obligatory Hollow Knight fan art after playing the game
abraham “bram” stoker: this character is going to be one of the most advanced scientists of his day
abraham “bram” stoker: everyone will come to respect his knowledge of vampires
abraham “bram” stoker: he will risk his own life to attempt to save one of the most beloved characters
abraham “bram” stoker: he will be so respected that he has an indulgence from the Pope to use the body of Christ for anti-vampire purposes
abraham “bram” stoker: he will guide the party as they try to save perhaps the entire world from the growing threat
abraham “bram” stoker: he withholds just the right amount of information for the sake of the narrative
abraham “bram” stoker: and i will call him……..
abraham “bram” stoker: abraham :-)
obsessed with the gang's plan of dealing with people trying to stop them from stabbing & beheading a (in their eyes) defenseless man by innocently replying "what man?" as they surreptitiously kick dust to the side
I feel like Bram Stoker really missed a trick by not giving us the daily telegrams about the Czarina.
October 13: Ship not spotted. October 14: Ship not spotted. October 15: Ship not spotted and we are thirsty. October 16: Ship not spotted.
At Jonathan Harker’s murder trial:
Judge: Does anyone have anything else to enter into evidence?
Official: I just read the papers they had on them and I must testify that Jonathan Harker is my best friend now and has never done anything wrong