#like really weird

[sleepymelody]

Hey…so this getting a lil weird

[cirr0stratus]

dinbo artists stop drawing din without his helmet challenge

[thevoidstaredback]

How To Balance as things me and my friends have said:

Dick: I am the overpowered hoe! I don't need another one

Tim: I'm an asparagus.

Wally: You can't spell 'Sexual' without 'Homie'!

Babs: I said 'Thorny Bois', not 'Horny Boys'

Tim: I'm an asparagus; I'm afraid of friends!

Tim: You are a cursed object

Brucie: oh, oh, Oh! Fuck me gently with a chainsaw

Danny: Suspenseful music in a toilet

Danny: Stonks are just ladders of the economy!

Wally: The homiesexual pride heart

Stephanie: I got a friend in a bucket and a bucket in my friend!

Tim: I'm in sheep!

Danny: I'm performing mitosis

Dick: No, no, no... You've kidnapped the baby land-ducks!

Nightwing: When did they gain enough sentience to commit human trafficking? Robin: They're also now committing child murder

Tutelary: Oh, no! I've committed mitosis again!

Phantom: I've not got this one to StOoOoP!

Tutelary: We need to stop performing mitosis...

Robin: That's probably a bad idea with their newfound sentience...

Batgirl: Now that would be fun. Just not tonight. We've already lost our sanity

Alfred: At least they aren't doing mitosis again Danny: For now

Tim: We are now doing reverse mitosis

Red Robin: Be free- Oh, I killed them... Batman: ... Red Robin: Well, technically, I did free them

Kon: I think the boat wants to take me as a sacrifice and I don't know why

Wally: I am the pew pew!

Dick: Your house is inside my wall! In the wall! Tim: Santa?

Babs: I'm intimidated by coconuts

Steph: Gonorrhea.

Batman: And opposite of 'I' is- Robin: Arson

Steph: Triddies!

Goon: You don't have the balls Batgirl: You're right. I have the boobs

Tim: Michael Withabee Danny: Midwestern spelling: Micbale Steph: Whithabiegh

Goon: Snap that child's back! Phantom: Goldfish!

Phantom: Cubed Rib, Eater of Bunnies

Tutelary: That child was very run-over-able

Robin: Do you know what's even better than two chicken nuggies? Two chicken nuggies and a croissant

Robin: Hot sauce baths.

Phantom: I am now my own sleep demon

No One: ... Robin: You're mom's basic

Tim to Danny: You're my brother. I cheated on you.

Danny : I have serious debt because of Pokemon Babs : I just have serious debt

Tutelary: You're like the Xbox rechargeable battery back. Everyone needs you, but no one wants you. Robin: You're like God. No one believes in you until they want something from you

Wally : I could wet your lips

Jason: Just imagine if everyone's fancy corvettes turned into box fans tomorrow

Dick: What am I, chopped liver? Babs: Yes. Dick: Oh...

Wally to Dick: What from from are you from?

Dick: *sobbing* I'm a triangle, okay?

Phantom: The Cream Puffs know all.

Red Robin: I just killed 81 people

Bruce: Bazooka = Love. Bazooka = Life. Life = Love. Therefore, I can't live without a bazooka. But if I love my bazookas, then that means I love life. Therefore, bazookas make me love life.

Babs: I'm gonna turn myself into a Molotov Cocktail to finish this game

Danny: I exist? Tim: Why would you do that?

Danny: You'd be Green Lantern. Tim: ...GrEeN LanTeRN!!?? My weakness is the colour yellow?!!? Steph: Who would I be? Danny: Aquaman. Steph: ...damn it

Danny: Time is an abstract concept made up by humans to explain things.

Danny: That means I'm dead! Tim: Maybe dead Jason: Allegedly dead Danny: 50% dead

Danny: I have inhaled way better exhaust than that!

Babs: I love me some good sexism

Goon: I just felt the fear of God, and I don't even believe in Him

Phantom: Sauron the drug dealer

Tim: I live in fear of mellophones

Tim, to Danny: You were so quiet, I thought you lived

Tim: Zeores are just infinity, probales do not exist in the 'real' world. There isn't a single observed entity that has no properties, by the very definition, if it did, it would be unobservable. The closest thing to 'zero' as we get is empty space, but quantum indeterminacy prohibits completely zero energy in space. Danny: okay, Sheldon

Wally: That's not horny, that's an observation

Dick: I'm just gonna sit here and pretend the stabbing sounds are kittens

Tutelary: Listen here you little ✨fucker✨, I'm gonna kick your ✨ass✨

Big Bad: You're a slippery twink

[d0rky-0utfits]

Normalize having really weird conversations with your best friend

[queer-with-anxiety]

Y’all I’m so tired. I’m confused with the world. I feel like I’m halfway to sleep but ready to run a marathon. May god have mercy when I fall asleep bc with how the last few dreams have gone im gonna wake up even more confused.

Gift

[dr-jem-nutcase]

Last night I dreamt the reason why Dr. Cockroach (from Monsters vs. Aliens) did his mutation enhancement experiment (as shown in the origin video in the movie) was to prove himself as a significant figure in the world of science. At the time (1962), he was close to completing his studies as a doctoral/postdoctoral student. One of the deans (as shown below from the M Files book) at the university where Cockroach presented and performed his experiments knew that Cockroach had been desperate (like angry raging desperate) to achieve this goal of climbing from the bottom to the top, from being a mere student to a renowned scientist at a university. For that reason the dean was a little afraid of him.

But the dean was also pretty happy and relieved that Cockroach had come to the point of nearly completing his quest for success and renown.

Also, Cockroach's former last name was Cleveland. Who'd have thunk?

Istg, my dreams are so weird

[milo-mint]

Do you ever just crawl under your bed and sit there so there is in fact no longer a monster under your bed, just you. Like you scared the shit out of it and it just leaves kinda thing. Because I did that as a kid. I got a stick and hid under my bed for like 30 minutes after my bedtime and just waited to hit the monster. I didn’t get to obviously but mini me stop being afraid of a monster under the bed after that so…? I guess it worked?

[snakes-of-the-undercity]

Thinking about

(Under cut ‘cause I realized halfway through this sounded super pick-me ish so I’m lowkey embarrassed—)

Thinking about how yesterday a crystal lady in a witch shop told me that I’d never really belong anywhere and I have a drive for revolution because I’m an Aquarius but another random lady in the thrift a few weeks ago told me I’m really cool and pretty so I guess it just zeroes out

Vic’ is a weird place to live

[wanologic]

sorry danny, sam will never think you’re cool

[ottosbigtop]

I think we as a society should bring back brotps. I think we should be weirder about characters being friends the same way people are weird about ships. Make those two characters who interacted once or twice besties. Make it difficult for them to get rid of each other even if they want to. Go nuts

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[planefood]

rules for thee and not for me

[foxsoulart]

Okay, I gotta let somebody know.

Few days ago, I had this dream okay?

And Rise Mikey and Leo were in it. There was this really confusing house, but the details are poof.

Leo was in a yellowish but white room, there was no light source but the room was lit. Mikey was going to save him. I think he was kidnapped. When Mikey gets to the room and kinda busts in(I think he did, anyway) he finds Leo but Leo's kinda feral. Like on all fours, chirping and clicking up a storm. Seems pleased to see Mikey, except he doesn't show any recognition of who he is. Mikey's a little creeped out by this, and the weird house and environment doesn't help. Anyway, he coaxes Leo out of the room and to follow him. So he can find his other brothers, but not long after he turns his back, Leo tries to eat him. Mikey fends him off using his ninpo chains, which Leo really loves the way his ninpo feels. It ended after they ran into the guys who kidnapped Leo.

The whole time it, it wasn't said but it was implied, that Leo ate Donnie and Raph already. But Mikey hadn't quite had the realization yet.

I woke up and thought "what the heck was that!?"

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[serrennedyanonwriter]

Okay, so quick little PSA: I am an adult, my bio literally says I’m 19.

Why must I bring this up, you may ask? Well, someone under the age of 18 left a nsfw ask in my inbox. Please know I’m very uncomfortable with that sort of topic around minors, don’t do this ever again.

[ciderbird]

academic bias is so funny because you’ll be reading about the same historical event and one person is like “Despite the troubles that befell his homeland and near constant criticism of the court King Blorbo remained strong in the face of adversity” and the other one is like “after letting his people carry the brunt of his cringefail decisions Blorbo the Shitface refused to listen to any reason and continued to be a warmongering piece of shit. Also he was ugly.”