Httyd Fans: Do You Think We Could Finally Get A Httyd Series That’s Actually An Adaptation Of The Books?

these teenagers and their dog are trying ruin our money laundering business. no tony put the gun down were doing this the old fashioned way. were gonna dress up as monsters and scare them

also i would find it really funny if el grande americano wasn't actually chad gabl, just someone who looked nearly exactly the same. it'd be funny

and yes im invested in the lucha storyline in case you couldn't tell

i love how whenever penta is starting to lose against judgement day bron breakker *will* come out and get rid of them...

only to spear penta after but yknow. its funky!

Recently saw a video about cursed Tumblr recipes which reminded me of something I cooked up during a summer job at college. It was a drink I liked to call "terminal clarity".

It tastes like every flavor at once for half a second, like your taste buds are being violently electrocuted, only for that taste to immediately disappear and leave behind an aftertaste I can only describe as "void". It tastes like nothing I can possibly portray with words, only that it leaves you hollow and questioning whether taste was an experience that ever existed at all. It tastes like loud silence.

I invented this and immediately got covid the next day as divine punishment for my unforgivable sin.

UPDATE: I found the original discord post I made with the recipe, here it is:

2/5ths sprite

2/5ths XXX Vitamin Water

1/5th Blue Powerade

OPTIONAL: Add a touch of cheap mass produced super chemically comcentrated lemonade (I used minute maid but any will probably work)

If done right it should be unnaturally purple/magenta like this:

guy from my block sat outside: you doing okay?

me: *dragging a chair outside of the block to sit on while visibly shaking* yeAh

Joker Murdered

It's headline news. Bruce knows it wasn't Jason. He had been in the cave nearly all day, working on the motorcycles with Dick. When the news came in, Bruce was right next to him and saw his reaction. Jason was shocked to his core. Jason absolutely was not involved.

Bruce can't figure out who did it, and it's driving him crazy. He investigates the entire family, the Arkham staff, city officials—everyone. Tim is just as perplexed as Bruce. There are no clues at all. It's not that anyone cares that the Joker was murdered; the real issue is that they can't figure it out. That someone out there is so good that they didn't leave a single trace behind.

It's the fact that someone out there is better than the Bats.

Jason is the only one not stumped. The same day the news breaks, he approaches Alfred, giving the elderly man a hug with an almost soundless, "Thank you." As he trembles with emotion.

Alfred pats him on the back with a simple, "Anything for you, my dear boy."

Maybe now that his grandson's greatest fear, his own personal walking and living hell, has been vanquished, he will finally find some measure of peace. Perhaps, at the very least, he won't wake up screaming and crying as often.

thinking about edvard munch's "The Sun" (1911)

like yeah thats how it feels. thats what it feels like to exist sometimes. he gets it

Shit man, this wizard war is fucked. I just saw a guy clap his hands together and say "the ten hells" or some similar shit, and every one around him turned inside out, had their tibia explode and then disappeared. The camera didn't even go onto him, that's how common shit like this is. My ass is casting frostbite and level 2 poison. I think I just heard "power word:scrunch" two groups over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.

Desperately need petty Alfred, whose form of bullying Bruce for something is, like, moving all furniture in the cave on one inch. Just one. A barely noticeable difference, and yet, it is m a d d e n i n g.

Bruce, blindly trying to reach for the pen as he realises that they are slightly, slightly lefter than usual: (Slow processing)

Bruce, raising his head to the celling, desperate : ...What did I do this time?!

Jason, who was adopted recently, confused: Is he... talking to God?

Dick, snorting: Something like this.

Dick: So, there is a thing... When Alfred is mad—

Many years later, Bruce and Tim return to the Batcave and realise that all stuff there is moved on one inch. Bruce is confused, because he is very, very sure that he didn't fuck up anything recently. Meanwhile, Alfred is just glad that his newly brought back alive grandson found a very healthy way to punish his father for not killing Joker.