Garfield finally found Nermal’s lair. Nermal had taken countless lives prior to their final battle with the use of their Stand, Wonderful Time. Garfield could not help but feel guilty for failing to put a stop to their evil deeds sooner, but this was it… It finally came down to this. Garfield’s stand, Rollin’ Dough, manifested before him. “Let’s get some grub goin’” said Garfield
"I’m afraid dinner won’t be served for you, Garfield.” John Arbuckle said sitting casually on a ledge overlooking the door to Nermal’s lair. “I’ve had it up to here with you, Garfield, you fat cat.” John’s face appeared calm, but Garfield could sense his stand, The Night The Lights Went Out In Georgia, was nearby, occupying any space in the area where light could not reach. “How fortunate for you, Garfield. I know you hate Monday’s, so I’ll make sure to kill you before Monday rolls around in the next hour.”
"omg i hate small talk!!" like damn u must be so fucking annoying. its called being nice. if i was at a party and i was like "how r your classes going" and you were like "ugh lets skip that i KNOW u dont really CARE about my classes and i dont care about YOURS" i would log out of there so fucking fast
Imagine a butterfly talking. Imagine a butterfly gently landing on your shoulder and whispering the Gettysburg Address in your ear
Someone on my twitter feed posted these.
child: mom read me a story
child: I was thinking something a little less fictional.
babies are so cute and dumb aww they have only like 3 skills its adorable
talking, breathing, archery (lv26)