#he doesn’t EXIST

[eddywoww]

Just to add to the drug discourse because people are pissing me off lately (and I’ve mentioned it on discord before)

My cousin was a drug dealer by association. He was a young teenager in a very bad place, struggling with addiction. He got involved with a bunch of adults who used him as a scapegoat. He’s now in prison quite literally for life. His sentence started out around the 98 year mark. It’s gone down a few years but it won’t matter. He’s in his forties now. He went in as a teenager. Like, let that fucking sink in. My family has done everything in their power and there’s no getting him out. They barely allowed him a retrial when I was a teen.

I understand drug culture is different in different countries. I understand the want to paint everyone with a broad brush. My cousin made a grave mistake. But that’s reality. He writes poetry and studies law in prison. He’s an actual human being. Idk, people can see the way you talk about addicts. Each person is different and you don’t know every single one of them. And it’s ironic to me that a fandom so obsessed with being politically correct and moral, has no clue what real life situations look like. Or at the very least, takes their personal experiences and decides that a fictional character needs to be protected from the fake sin of being a drug dealer or doing drugs. These characters are not real but these people are.

[rachalixie]

he’s so beautiful i’m going to lose my goddamn mind

[alwyswnadie]

i was just about to go to bed …

[real-total-drama-takes]

What are some of y’all’s Cody theories?

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[eemoo1o-animoo]

Ronald to me just doesn’t exist. I completely blank on him. He’s like a reverse-Goncharov. He isn’t a real character.

[bibleofficial]

why did i admit to being in love a w man im far too fuckign drunk for this it’s literally 9.45pm 💀💀

[thestuffedalligator]

So usually when an imaginary friend is a real thing in a story, it’s either a demon or a ghost or some supernatural boogeyman that probably wants to eat the kid they’ve befriended (Mama, a couple of the Paranormal Activity movies), or “imaginary friends” are just treated as a real thing in the setting, and if a child just thinks hard enough they can manifest a friend into existence (Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, Happy).

And somewhere in the middle is an area where the imaginary friend in question is real and they are supernatural, but they aren’t malevolent, and they aren’t entirely honest about what they are. Like maybe they’re a fairy or a god or some kind of boggle from mythology, but they just got caught by a six year old and they don’t have time to get into it, so they just go “…Yes. I’m your imaginary friend. We haven’t met. How do you do.” And then they stick around because they do love this kid, and if you’re a boggle from mythology in the modern day good food is really hard to come by.

And at some level. That’s what I think Hobbes is.

[wanologic]

sorry danny, sam will never think you’re cool

[keferon]

So. Mecha pilot Jazz? Anyone?

Based on this post

I decided I don’t want to pull any aesthetic from Evangelion because I don’t really remember Evangelion haha I can’t navigate its world building.

[everwalldigan]

Bruce being a toxic boy mom when it comes to nightwing will never not be funny as fuck he is literally the biggest nightwing defender one bad word against him and the next day he’ll show up at ur house

Bonus:

[fritzmonorail]

Gambit not knowing where the fuck he came from or how he got in the void, because his movie literally doesn’t exist is one of the funniest gags in the movie for me.

[fumifooms]

Omg guys he just genuinely likes bugs and mollusks and critters 😭💘💔 Forced to noble when he just wanna crouch and watch things skitter in the dirt…

[0vergrowngraveyard]

mr and mrs prower seeing the child they abandoned suddenly on the news being praised because he singlehandedly stopped a missile from blowing up a whole city

[morganbritton132]

Want to make a minor adjustment to my Steve With Much Older Siblings post from yesterday. I think it’d be a much more interesting dynamic if he’s actually their half sibling from an affair.

Their father had an affair with his secretary and then married her when she got pregnant. It broke up their family and they blamed Steve for it for years.

When they stayed over for their weekend with Dad, they were either outright cruel to him or pretended he didn’t exist. When they were old enough to stop coming over, they did. It’s only after growing up and maturing that (most of) his siblings were able to acknowledge that Steve was never at fault for their family breaking up.

They tried to mend their relationship with him, especially after realizing how absent his parents are, but by then Steve was old enough to build up his own resentment. It’s an uphill battle.

It’s a lot of actually coming around for holidays and a lot of teasing when they do. It’s actually picking the phone when the hospital calls, something that’s happening with increasing frequency.

Steve has never asked any of them for anything until one day, he shows up on Richie’s front porch smelling like death and gasoline. He’s got blood drying all over him and is visibly shaking, and Richie thinks that he’s been hurt in the earthquake but Steve barely acknowledges the concern, “I need you to represent my friend.”

“What?”

“You’re the only lawyer I know, and -“ Steve takes a big shuttering breath. “They’ll kill him, Rich. He never hurt anybody but no one will listen. They’ll lock him up and it won’t be fair, and Dustin can’t… I never ask you for anything but. But I need…”

“Eddie Munson?” He asks incredulous. “You’re friends with Eddie Munson?”

[aflamboyanceofflamingos]

Jason, mildly concerned as he watches silent tears stream down Tim’s face: …You okay there?

Tim, who would rather die for than admit that he was crying because he was trying so hard not to laugh at memes of satosuguru breaking up outside of KFC: …Eddie…uh…died?

Jason, having no clue how to respond to this: uh…Who’s Eddie?

Tim, realizing he can’t use the uncle excuse because Dick and Bruce already know it’s bs: …My turtle

[noxcheshire]

I am sick, dizzy, and can barely think but you know what would be WILD?

If the DC universe was an echo of Danny’s world. What if the continents of their planet shifted enough where Amity is now in New Jersey and had then become Gotham.

And when Danny died underneath the portal a part of his death fractured and imprinted itself into those various worlds. One of them being Gotham, where Danny’s home ironically used to be where Wayne Manor used to be.

So just imagine it, you’re coming back from patrol, grimy, sweaty, and with questionable intentions by dressing as an overgrown bat when suddenly the lights dim. It dims and brings darkness, only enough light to catch the beady marble eyes of the bats you fear.

And then electricity jumps in the middle of the room, flinging itself around like an agitated snake in wide open circles.

Everyone is backing away, some weary, some cursing, some just half way out of their own suit.

And then a child — barely as old as your youngest now, flickers to life before you, screaming and screaming, wailing in pain as the scent of burning flesh mingles into the air. You can see the boy, black hair and blue eyes that underneath the bright light that burns them is causing black to turn white, and blue to turn green.

The electricity crackles and when the boy is about the drop, limp, certainly lifeless, he vanishes as if nothing had ever been there.

But he comes back, he always comes back, in the moment of calm and in the moment of despair, echoing that painful wailing of death.

It’s so wrong.

It’s very, very wrong.

It didn’t even matter anymore why the boy showed up, only that this moment of pain continues to haunt the cave of heroes.

Continuously haunting, even as some whispered apologizes when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as some provided songs of comfort when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as stories of Gotham are told and promises (though uncertain and flimsy at best) are spoken to the wailing boy who always drops fast and disappears just as quickly.

Always, it was the same.

Until one day it wasn’t.

The electricity crackled like it always did. A spark, and then a calamity of light. And the boy would be there, uncurling himself into a tense position as he would wail.

But not this time.

Instead the boy curled himself in the air, calm as can be, almost as if he were sleeping. Even the electricity that they have learned to dance away from was calm, gentle, like ocean waves.

And when the electricity vanished, the boy did not, instead dropping to the floor where Dick was quick to catch him, grunting in preparation of weight only to show alarm at how thin the boy truly was.

On that face that has haunted them all for months is just a boy, sleeping, and scarred. A boy breathing very slow, slower than what they would like, but here in the physical realm with them.

Dick brushed back bangs of black hair, and slowly, ever so slowly, glazed blue eyes stared back.