Here Is A Picture Of My Cat.

open the sepulchral septum sepulcher with a speculum.

a citrine cistern full of cyanic cysts

Hmm...

Open the (dismal/gloomy/tomb-like) (thin wall/membrane dividing two cavities or spaces, specifically pertaining to the body) (tomb/grave/burial chamber) with a (medical tool for investigating body orifices. Types include rectal, vaginal, nasal, and oral)

A (golden yellow that may be brownish or orangeish, usually referencing a yellow quartz) (waterproof container for holding liquids, usually either rainwater or toilet water) full of (either blue, or containing the poisonous and flammable gas C²N²) (closed sac-like structures, noticeably different from surrounding cells, that may be filled with semisolid material, gaseous material, or liquid material)

...

Open the gloomy, membrane-covered chamber with a medical device used to view inside your openings.

An orangey-yellow receptacle for holding liquids full of sickly, poisonous flesh sacs

Oh.

... It looks like a pretty tongue twister, but I'm pretty sure it's graphically describing the medical examination of a person with bladder cancer.

you know what is such a nice word? sepulchral. it is just such a pleasing word to pronounce. very soft and smooth. 

*pokes head in* hey, I was walking by and I saw someone put up a sign that said "PARTY". Is this invite only, or can I-

all the posts are from August

... oh. Darn.

thinking about that time in math class when the teacher was explaining what a vector is and some girl went “omg just like the guy from despicable me!!”

The Confrontation ™

Past: Unheard, Unseen

Amnesiac Danny is wondering around the streets of Gotham and when Bruce comes across him, he thinks it's Jason; first as a hallucination and then after he manages to touch him, as some trick someone was trying to pull on him. Except… Danny even has the right clothes on! All muddy and dirty… Alas, when they check Jason's grave, there isn't anyone inside, leaving them with the wrong conclusion that Danny/Jason must have broken out of his grave.

DNA analysis is inconclusive. Every sample comes back as corrupted. Danny and Jason DO look the same and the similarities are convincingly enough to fool Alfred as well. Dick wasn't around too much, so at this point he also thinks Danny could be Jason.

Could, but the situation is… odd. Everyone is left standing wrong-footed. This Jason has no answers and all they have are a bunch of… hypothesis that they cannot test.

Even so, Bruce cannot help himself and tries to make Danny "remember". Eventually this leads to Danny thinking of himself as Jason, pointedly not thinking about how some things don't add up after he starts living in Wayne Manor.

And then enters Tim Drake, whose first act after being introduced is to say that Danny is a fake.

The real question is:

Who gets custody of their children, Aqua and Turquoise?

sometimes when i am angry/frustrated and need a venting outlet, i go through different versions of the same (emotionally fraught, aggressive, tearful, tragicomedic) argument in my head--where I argue viciously (with and against myself) over

the differences bt cyan and teal

whether cyan (or teal) is the superior color

if there is such a singular thing as cyan (or teal) or if it is a subjective category that can expand and contract wildly based solely on one's worldview

how to pronounce cyan

how to pronounce teal

it is a courtroom drama that never delivers the same verdict twice. a mental process both exhausting and strangely soothing. an old reliable friend. in conclusion, i am not neurotypical

I usually use "I literally give no fucks", but yours is also excellent

i was trying to explain asexuality to an acquaintance and in the heat of the moment i summarized it as "it's like different strokes for different folks, but some folks prefer fewer-to-no strokes."

and then i had to stop and process what i'd just said

That's Strange, I was quite Charmed by their flavor. I suppose everyone has their quarks

What would you do if I pulled the electrons from your body

i would feel positively about that 

The sign of high quality is the fact the book was banned by the government. Trash literature NEVER EVER had any troubles with the law.

trying to decide if i'd rather be a tortoise or a turtle. on the one hand I prefer dry land, on the other hand turtles can breathe out of their cloacae so. it's tricky

I have ruined it improved it.

dp bitches are so starved for content we'll see a poorly drawn green circle drawn on ms paint and reblog it