𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄?
shedding
you are losing yourself, bit by bit. your own skin is peeling away, moths forming out of it as you shed more of yourself. your breaths birth hummingbirds and doves as they abate, your fears turning into savage things of teeth and claw. how much more of yourself will you have to grate away until you fit the mold you set yourself today? how much more will have to go tomorrow? how much longer until you've shed too much of yourself — until the pieces you left by the roadside are more than what little you have left?
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the thing is there's like, a point of oversaturation for everything, and it's why so many things get dropped after a few minutes. and we act like millennials or gen z kids "have short attention spans" but... that's not quite it. it's more like - we did like it. you just ruined it.
capitalism sees product A having moderate success, and then everything has to come out with their "own version" of product A (which is often exactly the same). and they dump extreme amounts of money and environmental waste into each horrible simulacrum they trot out each season.
now it's not just tiktokkers making videos; it's that instagram and even fucking tumblr both think you want live feeds and video-first programming. and it helps them, because videos are easier to sneak native ads into. the books coming out all have to have 78 buzzwords in them for SEO, or otherwise they don't get published. they are making a live-action remake of moana. i haven't googled it, but there's probably another marvel or starwars something coming out, no matter when you're reading this post.
and we are like "hi, this clone of project A completely misses the point of the original. it is soulless and colorless and miserable." and the company nods and says "yes totally. here is a different clone, but special." and we look at clone 2 and we say "nope, this one is still flat and bad, y'all" and they're like "no, totally, we hear you," and then they make another clone but this time it's, like, a joyless prequel. and by the time they've successfully rolled out "clone 89", the market is incredibly oversaturated, and the consumer is blamed because the company isn't turning a profit.
and like - take even something digital like the tumblr "live streaming" function i just mentioned. that has to take up server space and some amount of carbon footprint; just so this brokenass blue hellsite can roll out a feature that literally none of its userbase actually wants. the thing that's the kicker here: even something that doesn't have a physical production plant still impacts the environment.
and it all just feels like it's rolling out of control because like, you watch companies pour hundreds of thousands of dollars into a remake of a remake of something nobody wants anymore and you're like, not able to afford eggs anymore. and you tell the company that really what you want is a good story about survival and they say "okay so you mean a YA white protagonist has some kind of 'spicy' love triangle" and you're like - hey man i think you're misunderstanding the point of storytelling but they've already printed 76 versions of "city of blood and magic" and "queen of diamond rule" and spent literally millions of dollars on the movie "Candy Crush Killer: Coming to Eat You".
it's like being stuck in a room with a clown that keeps telling the same joke over and over but it's worse every time. and that would be fine but he keeps fucking charging you 6.99. and you keep being like "no, i know it made me laugh the first time, but that's because it was different and new" and the clown is just aggressively sitting there saying "well! plenty of people like my jokes! the reason you're bored of this is because maybe there's something wrong with you!"
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her perfect fingers, shoved down your throat as she implored you to suck on them. blonde hair entirely a mess from your own making. delicate hands running through from root to tip but now the golden ends kiss your chin, providing a tickle up your spine.
daring blues fall into your gaze as abby smirks, your hips bucking at her thigh wedged between your legs, clit throbbing at the friction. “isn’t this what you craved, baby?” taunting you with sultry as if it’s needed. anything she does and your putty in her hands.
she giggles maliciously as she pushes more pressure onto you. you moan, but it’s muffled from her fingers stuffing your mouth. “so fucking pretty, pathetic, but you’re goddamn perfect.”
“want you to cum for me again, yeah? use me and get off like the pretty baby you are.” you nod reverently as your slick coats her.
“now suck.” you hollow your cheeks and do as instructed. her mouth quirks up as you follow orders. it’s fucking sinful how much she gets off on it but god, you’re such an angel like this. fallen from grace, splitting yourself in half for more — willing to do anything.
as she pulls her fingers out, she wipes her tongue on the flat of your tongue as the drool collects on your chin. she smears it down your neck, leaving the remnants to dry on your sternum. abby’s hands travel to your soft stomach until she circles on your clit.
your body twitching, trying to chase the high, already sensitive from from the past two orgasms she’s given you. “i know. you’re so desperate to come…” she pushes your hair to the side, making your body tremble further. “show me how much of a filthy whore my baby really is. yeah? can you do this one little thing for mommy?”
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The people of Gotham both fear and revere The Signal. As they do the rest of the Batfam but for Signal it's a bit different.
For starters, he's the only daytime hero. The other Bats usually only come out at night when the city is quieter. And while it's far from asleep, they prioritize stopping the numerous crimes that occur in the shadows. Civilian interactions far and few. Most pictures of them online seemed more like cryptid sightings than heroes soaring through Gotham skies.
The Signal on the other hand was the people's Bat. They got to see him soar through the sky, or ride his bike in all his golden glory. He gave autographs, took photos, and joined them on their daily commutes. He was a regular at mom-and-pop shops, made sure the troubled kids made it to school, and checked in on the sick and elderly. And while he did work with them when necessary, he mostly liked to fuck with the police, like a true Gothamite would.
All in all, he was the sweet sunshine that Gotham needed. He was far more human than the others. Not that he was human, oh heck no! NONE of the bats were human! But it felt that way. Until you were reminded that he was INDEED a Bat.
The way he merged and appeared out of the shadows despite his bright yellow suit, and moved without a sound. He knew about people and things before they happened. And had an intelligence that was absolutely terrifying when thought about. And the way he took care of crimes?
The Signal is cold, borderline brutal, and efficient (with commentary that leaves you agape and a chill down your spine) when dealing with criminals. It was always jarring to witness the sudden change from Gotham's sunshine boy to stone-cold Bat, and back again. It almost gave you whiplash to realize that this was the vigilante that you were talking to about your puppies a few moments ago. And it really instilled the Fear™ that that bats were known for.
The other Bats were terrifying, shadowy demons that moved through the night. Stopping crime in the darkness. Gotham knew and appreciated this. But the Signal? He was the bright light at the end of the tunnel and the warmth of the brilliant sun. But he was also...
'Gotham's Darkest Angel'
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a nuance that gets a bit lost in martin 'murder' blackwood is that while he's definitely not against a good killing, it's more of a fun couple's activity rather than true heartfelt passion, you know?
i mean, twice he's had the opportunity to have Jonah get shanked, and he foils them, even though he wants the guy dead. Like, murder is always an option, but he usually tries other, less direct methods first - in fact id say that his trying to be clever and moral still leading up to the end of the world is exactly what drives him to say, ok well fuck it then, let's get our murder on
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Due to a lot of feedback on the nature of this blog, and how the meme format can come across as insensitive and shameless, I'm considering switching to a news only post format, without the use of the destiel meme. I greatly enjoy sharing information about current events, and would like to continue doing so in some way.
So I am making this poll to ask everyone their opinion on the way I do things, and for suggestions to improve my content.
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