#what “trust”? MENDING WHAT “TRUST”?

[revelboo]

I love the idea of Everything is Alright being a reverse haram with megs, but I see you said originally. So might not happened, which I think is fine. Star doesn't need anymore trauma, but I can also see the possibility of a simple human mending the tension between the higher ups. Just might cause star, and possibly sounds to be very worried

I may still include Megs later on, just wasn’t sure if I could balance all three. It’s a lot easier when the guys at least kind of get along and this dynamic… not so much

Everything is Alright Pt 55

IDW Starscream x Reader

• Keeping you cradled to him as he types one handed on a report, he’s aware of the warmth of you leaning against him, little head resting against his chassis. “You want to talk about whatever’s bothering you?” You ask softly and his wings flick slightly, servos miskeying a glyph, because he should have realized you’d notice something is off. Always watching him, looking to him. You know him and it’s almost frightening. “You don’t have to,” you add when he’s silent too long, because how to even start? And there’s no way to explain how upset he is about finding out about your life span, without revealing that he cares too much. Without making himself vulnerable and risking rejection.

• Resting your ear against him to listen to the soft thrum of his spark, you don’t really expect him to answer. His feelings are something he hoards, keeping them to himself and only occasionally slipping and letting you see that not only does he care about you, but he needs you with him. “You know I care for you,” he says slowly, raspy words humming through you where you’re against him as one of his servos runs from your shoulder down your arm until you lay your palm against him and he vents. It’s not a question exactly, but not really a statement either. A reminder of how insecure he can be, as if trusting anything or anyone is almost impossible.

• “I care about you, too.” He knows. He really does, but something about hearing you say it settles warm about his spark. Tucking his chin so he can see you, there’s something uncertain in your expression that catches at him before you press your cheek against him so he can’t see your eyes, hiding your expression from him. “I like waking up against you. Like when you worry about me even if you don’t need to. Even when you get aggravated, I like the way your wings fidget.”

• Embarrassed, you keep your face hidden against him, trying to tell him how you feel without saying the actual words. Because telling him you think you might love him and you’re not sure when that happened? Especially if he’s only after something physical, needing someone to be there, but not the same way? It might just break you. You like his nervous tics, like the warmth of him and the way his servos feel absently stroking, touching you. You like him.

• Servos pressing you closer to him, grounding himself with the feel of you until you make a little noise of protest, mumbling that he’s squishing you and he relents. Again he thinks about how it would feel to entrust his spark to you, to feel you touch him that way. Would it only drive home the differences between you? Remind him painfully that there’s no way for this to ever be more, no spark in you to lose himself in? And so little time, he can feel it slipping away from him regardless. Head falling back against the back of his chair, he vents. Softly, hesitantly in Cybertronian, he begins to speak, knowing you can’t understand and feeling you shift to try and look at him as he shutters his optics so he won’t see your expression, because it’s hard enough to open up and this is the only way he can, this one sided conversation. Wishing for things not meant for him, swearing to protect you and cherish what time he has. That you’re his, spark or no spark. Regret and fear and love all tangled together. Feeling when you lay your head back down against him, listening to him without knowing how hard these words are.

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[vidavalor]

Playing with Fire

Armageddon: The end of the world.

World: The Earth. Also: a person's own universe-- the life of an individual and the people they let into that life.

With that in mind...

Armageddon: The destruction of Earth and the deaths of all living beings inhabiting it. Also: a person's mental health crisis.

"When alle is fayed and all is done, ye must choose your faces wisely for soon enouff, ye will be playing with fyre." -Agnes Nutter's final prophecy of Armageddon and a big theme of the story in a nutshell.

Faces: The front portion of the head of a human or an animal.

Also: to confront and deal with a difficult or unpleasant task or situation.

Also: the front of a building, including its front door.

Agnes Nutter's prophecy is not just about the destruction of Earth but about the everyday Armageddon of people's lives. Soon enough, we all will eventually find ourselves playing with fire-- in dark times and in the danger zone of falling. We all wind up there at some point and we need help either staving off a fall or getting back up from one.

The only way out of that is to choose our faces wisely. It's to choose to trust the people who show us they are worthy of that trust and to let them in enough to help with safety and support.

It's to form a mutual aid association and face the world together as a group. That's the only way to move through the dark stuff to keep it from getting you-- to go as one, together.

In S2, Gabriel survives by doing exactly this to the letter, even though he doesn't know Agnes' prophecy. He is the positive example of this theme in action.

Gabriel chooses his faces wisely. He is unconcerned with how a person is labeled or judged by others and, so, trusts two demons in Crowley and Beez to help him, and enjoys joining the human world as a bookseller. He puts his fate in the hands of Aziraphale, the only angel he has seen with the good heart and moral character to be fully trustworthy.

He isn't bothered or intimidated by Beez's change of face because he can recognize them enough to know they are who they say they are and outward appearance matters little to the guy who is, ironically, also sometimes the vainest person on the show.

He picks a person in Beez to trust with all of himself who has proven with their actions that they are worthy of that trust. This is the wisest of choices as it's evident Ineffable Bureaucracy were made for each other.

Without opening up and trusting Beez, Gabriel would not have had the means to survive his fall without losing himself entirely. Trusting them is the wisest choice of a face that Gabriel has made.

He then is ready to face his issues with Heaven and its role in all definitions of Armageddon. He rejects the, well, literal face that is The Metatron...

...and goes to the face of the building where he knows he'll be safe...

...because he knows he can trust the faces of the couple who lives there to let him in and help him.

As such, Gabriel survives his personal Armageddon. He falls and he's struggling but he is saved from forms of death by Beez, Crowley and Aziraphale, finds a new way forward, and rendered literally immune to darkness as a result.

Gabriel went down in S2... both figuratively and literally... a mental health crisis and cast down from his position at the top of Heaven and down in the lift to Earth as he ran for his life... but he's saved from the fall leading all the way to death by virtue of the fact that he chose his faces wisely. Beez, Crowley and Aziraphale helped him find his way through and join The Whickber Street Shopkeepers and Traders Association and now Jim has people.

Not only does this help Gabriel but it's going to help others as well because now that Jim is on the mend, he can be there for them and others as well.

But what about the one whose story Gabriel is paralleling in S2?

What about Aziraphale? Did he remember in S2 what Agnes told him?

He did not.

In S2, for the most part, Aziraphale was pushing away the people and things he needed to survive a personal Armageddon and, as of the end of S2, is playing with some serious, serious fire.

In The Final 15, Aziraphale chose an untrustworthy being wearing the very same face that Gabriel had wisely finally rejected...

...over quite literally a lot of face of the person he trusts more than anyone else...

...he chose the elevator door face ("going to Heaven"/death) over that of his own bookshop (life)...

He was offered the chance to become the new Gabriel and that is likely more true in the S2 falling Gabriel sense of things than it is in terms of the job offer being real. In his effort to take care of everyone, Aziraphale didn't let in the people around him to help him, too. He didn't see himself as a person in his own right. He made the fatal mistake against which Agnes cautioned and which Gabriel avoided.

That said... everyone goes down. It's just gravity. Everyone wants to live and they'll eventually fall trying. No one asks for death. They all ask for coffee.

But those that manage to survive can find wings can fly and go back up together.

Insects, birds...

The flies. The nightingales...

Did you give wings to peacocks, Job? The communication metaphor of feeding the ducks frozen peas:

Or teach the ostrich to run? The ostrich who ran:

And when you feed your ducks your frozen peas and make your own history, you're living life together.

Everyday/it's a getting closer/going faster than a rollercoaster...

A rollercoaster goes in a bendy loop. It goes up, it goes down, it goes upside down and right side up again and sideways and every which way, and when, all is said and done, it drops you off back off in what looks like the same place you began... but the experience has left you a changed person. This is life.

Life is a series of loops on the rollercoaster track. You can go up and you can down and it doesn't matter because it's all the same track and your position, so long as you are alive, isn't fixed but forever in motion.

If you choose your faces wisely like Gabriel did, they can help you stay alive, get back on the rollercoaster, and take the ride with you. If you shut out those who are there, you might never get back on. If you don't, as the song suggests, love will surely never come your way.

But what if you're like Aziraphale and you have chosen your faces wisely but then, unwisely, pulled away from them? What if you push people away when you're struggling and are only going so high up because the track has run out and you're about to take a massive plunge down? Is it really all over for him?

Yes and no. Yes, because a fall is a death of sorts and there is no going back. Aspects of it will forever be a part of him... but, also, no, because while he might have chosen his faces, for very sympathetic reasons, ultra-poorly in The Final 15, he has chosen them very well before. As such, Aziraphale has people around him, like Crowley and The Lords of the Flies, that will help him back up-- as well as some people he might not yet even realize are in his corner.

To save Aziraphale from the effects of Aziraphale's own, personal armageddon, they're going to have to come together to change Heaven and, in doing so, they will stop the destruction-of-Earth kind of Armageddon in the process. In choosing the faces of one another over the floating head's face, they'll save their individual worlds and the Earth as a whole, giving everyone a chance to live their lives as they see fit.

Save the angel, save the world.

A-hey? A-hey-hey. 😇

[r-riri]

take me back to the night we met - Thomas Shelby x reader

divider by @firefly-graphics

word count 1,028

angst warning

the frosted air seeped into the thin building, grasping for any warmth the coat could savour. the unapologetic echoing sound of her shoes dug into the ever so slightly rotting wood. she walked into the common seating area seeing not one ounce of life, no colour or warmth precent, not since he walked out that night.

she picked up a smug glass filled a quarter way with only the finest Irish whiskey, now sat warm and untouched, like milk that children would leave out as a offering to the joyful idea of cheer and warmth.

if she listened hard enough she swore she could hear the glass laughing at her, in some fitful attempt to ease her growing pain the glass was discarded to the ground. the echoing shatter was silenced by the harsh rain that was thundering on to the small house that dared not to be called a home.

she watched the splatter of whiskey wet the floor disapproving, she scoffed at the sight hearing his voice rang though her head

"don't waste that, its expensive" tommy scolded the girl, as she screwed her nose up in disgust at the unwelcoming taste of the whiskey, already regretting the moment she requested something differing from her usual rum

"you drink this voluntarily? tommy darling no" the girl laughed as she pushed the glass to him waving henry over as he already served her the drink she frequented

the girl scoffed at the burning memory "fuck him" she muttered walking to the front door opening it and peering outside to ensure no one from that wretched family was around, though she quickly remembered what day it was

Thomas fucking Shelby's wedding day, to Grace, the girl who betrayed his trust and family times over

she looked up willing the tears to stay in place as she emptied her mailbox hurried as she ventured back inside to avoid the harsh weather, and to hide the tears soaking her once pleasantly made face

she wiped her eyes smudging any resemblance of looking pretty out the door, she picked the letters up seeing they were all from the same last name. the name that haunted her dreams and days. she couldn't run fast enough to escape that name.

you are formally invited to the joining of Thomas Shelby and Grace Burgess, please come to the address listed at 11 in the morning to see the beauty of love and compassion. you are formally invited by the groom

she ripped the letter up into pieces as she saw the familiar writing of a typewriter, though a genius was never needed to know she wrote the letter , she felt as if a scream was crawling up her throat. eyes stinging with burning hatred and betrayal but she forced herself to read the second letter

i expect you to be there y/n, its foolish the game you're playing. if you do not attend count yourself excluded from the Shelby's protection

she let out a small wail but swallowed the bulk of it 'im sorry tommy' . she wished she could have been there for him, see him dressed so beautifully, though she doubted he dressed any differently from usual, always so well evened. it was one aspect she adored of the man who could be described so negatively

the women felt her legs buckled under the weight of her emotions as she laid curled on the floor

"was i never good enough? i waited tommy, i watched my tommy disappear into the dark calculated man i swore i would still forever love" the woman clutched her eyes closed wanting to escape from the harsh reality of the love of her life getting married to a woman that was never going to be her

"take me back tommy, please just take me back to the night we met when you held me so tightly, back when war didn't plague your memories and when my heart was mended by your presence" she cried softly picturing the soft memories that grew between to two, the women never wished for a man any different that he, though he wished for better than her, better than the woman would ever give him.

little did the woman know whilst she laid on the ground, the man who owned her heart watched his side of the church fill with his family and closest people though he noticed, as always, she wasn't present. he watched polly meet his sight and shook her head discreetly, though he caught it. whilst he claimed grace will be the one who evaded him long enough and that she would be the one he was made to be with, his demeanour straightened up hiding his disappointment skilfully with years of practice

he wished she was here, maybe she would beg for him. maybe she would ruin his wedding night if only it meant that she craved him.

whilst the night went on, love went high, he knew he would forever regret the day he told her he didn't need her anymore, because even if he didn't need to rely on anyone but himself he knew deep down that she was forever his safety away from the memories of war and death, but he gave up on that. he couldn't expect her to beg for him back.

chaos followed the next few years, heartbreak rained on him as he lost over and over to the point where he though he was numb to the decision thrown at him until the day he got that letter. the damned letter than showed Thomas Shelby that he will forever feel the pain of his loss

you are hereby formally invited to the wedding of y/n l/n and Louis Windsor, please come to the address printed below for a beautiful noon wedding, you are formally invited by the bride

that very letter stabbed him though the heart in a way that he had never experienced, at that second he understood the reason she never came to his wedding.

if only he had the confidence to do the very thing he wished she would have done the day he married.

[nyt1ba]

     He expects her to vanish at any given opportunity,   she seemed ready to depart ever since he had known her,   a look in her eyes that held a secret he could wordlessly understand,   she didn't belong here and she fears the hurt that would come if she allows herself to find her place,   she's ready to run,   to avoid the pain before it can settle into her bones.   A part of him still wishes he could find an escape like her,   to forget everything for even a moment   &.   delude himself with the safety of a new world so far away from his own.   But he loved earth,   in all its disarray,   he loved it.   It had lost all meaning of home to him when the war robbed him of everything he had ever loved,   and yet,   he still labors to save it from the ashes,   he clings to life with an absurd hope when it was slipping right through his fingers like falling sand.   If his endless quest in salvation fails when all life is finally snuffed out of existence then he can at least fade along with it knowing he had done everything he could.   The strain between them caused by his elaborate lies was on the mend,   but Adam still feels that divide that sits between them,   there was always a line neither had dared to cross,   an uncertainty that made trust so difficult to give.   Still,   it was more to him than it was with anyone else,   a sort of freedom he had been denied when he had to renounce his own emotions and any sense of self to live for others,   if this is how it's meant to be,   then he's content to have remembered some parts of himself at the very least.        ❛❛   I know.   i won't stop you, the choice is yours in the end.   You can have my drone too if need be,   i'd be happy to help in any way I can.   ❜❜        though his voice doesn't communicate the sentiment correctly,   he means what he said,   her cause wasn't anything to concern himself with but he would like to lessen her load even for a little bit.

  Unlike her,   he's bound to earth not for sentiment alone,   it was his many burdens that kept him so rooted to earth,   a wish to protect what's left and what will come to be                     an ironic part for him to play when he had been the one responsible for all that had happened.   However,   guilt gives him further reason to take responsibility,   to right his many wrongs in relentless self punishment.   The people of Xion,   the Naytibas,   their continuity was hanging by a thin thread he had to keep intact with both hands,   for if he let go for one moment all would be lost.   It's exhausting,   he knows it,   he feels it,   a deep ache between shoulders,   crushing at him ever so slowly.   He never utters a word despite the days when his body is screaming for it,   it was his penance,   the price he must pay in order to find healing.   The scavenger allows himself the luxury of a sigh,   a weariness within dark hues as they drifted to look elsewhere.        ❛❛   I hope you never have to.   ❜❜        at first it was unbearable,   a torment he could not withstand,   now this endless toil had become his way of living,   [   if it can ever be called as such.   ]   He wouldn't wish that upon her,   while she had been similarly ruined,   there was much of her she didn't know still existed,   a goodness in her he wants to keep safe even if she doesn't want him to.

  Rolling onto his back again,   his empty gaze doesn't find solace within the stars despite how much he had tried,   he understands their meaning to her,   how special it must be to be able to bask in their gentle light that gave a safety similar to her home,   their glow is faint to him,   slowly dying the more he looks onto it,   when did life become so pale in his eyes ?   They come to a close,   favouring the familiarity of his own darkness instead.   Her little jab had stung at him once before but now it only brings out a huff   &.   a smile.        ❛❛   Its nice,   if you have something soft to land on.   ❜❜        he remarks,   a hand raising to rub at his temple in recollection of the headache he felt afterwards,   he never means for it to happen,   but always finds better things to do than to rest even for a few minutes.        ❛❛   I want earth to heal,   I want us all to heal.   That's my purpose,   my only goal.   It's why I keep going when everything seems   ...   hopeless.   ❜❜        it's a forlorn admission that slips past his lips,   aware of its impossibility but not willing to give up,   he can't afford to.        ❛❛   As for you,   I suppose that's for you to find out,   though, I hope you remember that you no longer have to do it alone.   ❜❜

Death is her truest wish — still held like a secret within her heart, unaffected by the shuffling of her priorities. While more reluctant than ever before, what she feels for him isn’t strong enough to keep her here forever — but it is strong enough to draw her back to his side time and time again. It is a strange sort of peace she feels with Adam, but at the same time there is an unmistakable fear lingering there as well. There comes a point in time where she generally cuts ties completely — leaves before she can be left. Her intention was to let the chips fall where they may, but talking to him feels so easy … a natural simplicity to it that defies all her usual instincts. Before she can even think twice, she’s already talking about staying.  Teeth press into the flesh of her cheek – but is staying really the best idea? Hand curls into the exposed side of her skull, fingers sweeping back ashen bangs as she responds,      “ I’ll consider it. Earth may not be the most hospitable planet, but … it’s free of Coalition control. That makes it much less – exhausting for me to be here. ”     The alternative is watching her back pretty much everywhere she goes – the added pressure of keeping herself free of injury is more taxing than she lets on and she finds herself more and more drained.     “ But ... I still have some things I need to take care of. ”

Revenants still wander empty battlefields, run amok within ruined cities, and rampage against the forces of the Sovereign Union – who try endlessly to recruit her to their cause. But Elektra’s days as a military leader are over, she can barely stomach recalling them – even the good memories leave her sickened. When all is said and done with the Revenants and the Coalition, there’s always bounty hunters seeking her head or former allies looking to stab her in the back to make a quick fortune. Not to mention the notable members of the Cult of the Falling Star whom she also hunts as often as she can. It seems that every direction she turns bears a new knife just waiting to flay her skin – with the exception of Adam, of Earth itself. While she never complains, does the work without a second thought … it is difficult to be denounced as nothing more than a traitor and a villain. Hard to exist in a galaxy full of people who would rather watch her bleed out than help her in any way shape or form – but she does it wordlessly, endlessly, days stretching now into oblivion.     “ Life just seems – never-ending knowing what I do now, ”     a sigh and the revenant rolls onto her back, wincing at the chill as the rockface presses up against her joints,     “ I don’t know how you do it.  ”

Elektra has never been stupid, she seeks death because it is a release – a way out of a life that does not want her. This galaxy is decidedly against her; living is akin to the feeling of being trapped inside a room with no windows, no doors. No way out. Nothing to do but surrender to the crushing pressure of it all, and yet – being here lessens the weight in a way she does not yet understand … which is why she’s not entirely ready to give up on Adam, Earth, or the concept of life itself.     “ Maybe you could give me a few pointers – although you don’t seem to be much better at it than I am, ”     a laugh, fingers settling upon her midsection, absentmindedly running along the scar that separates her synthetic skin from it’s genuine counterpart,     “ although … a week long coma does sound pretty nice sometimes. ”

[pocima]

I have plenty of foul things to say about every single one of the disgusting pigs that made Karina feel even slightly remorseful because of her romantic relationship and dating life. May all of the “fans” that felt like she owed them to stay single to fulfill their fantasies with her and the boundary-crossing demented shipper “fans” that forced a completely imaginary personality on her live miserable lives with not a single moment of happiness or coping through their so-called favorite people. May SM face their downfall in the near future and may the humanoids of Dispatch fall off the face of earth.

[msdk-00]

tlou ending was ok i guess

[roboyomo]

god GOD amor and kenix make me sick,,,,. something about how much they overlap as characters and as people in general and how both of them, due to their surrounding situation, have given up on resisting. Both being connected through acceptance as a concept.

the fact that there was A possibility. where they could've bonded and gotten along as family like intended if only it wasn't for the circumstances. You Know. kenix having completely separate goals planned that he couldn't control anymore. Which never accounted for the wellbeing of his coworkers. Now both of them refuse to speak up until it is too late. far too late to even speak or apologize. only leaving the burdening silence in the room

[lunaprincipessa]

ENTRY 280

"They're not shy, they're protecting themselves.

They're not dumb, they were manipulated.

They're not weak, they were trusting.

They're not crazy, they were abused.

They're not cold, they're guarding themselves.

They're not silent, they're choosing their moments.

They're not bitter, they're speaking up.

They're not distant, they're finding themselves.

They're not delusional, they're survivors.

They're not hopeless, they're searching.

They're not dwelling, they've been hurt.

They're not afraid, they're learning.

They're not broken, they're mending.

They aren't too much, they know what they want.

They're not lost, they're discovering their path.

They're not giving up, they're healing.

They're not defeated, they're rising."

-Anonymous

More thoughts later.

[bohemian-nights]

Writing update?

Chapter 5 of What May We Mend will come out sometime this werk(all I know is it will come out before Brazilian Comic Con).

I planned on more chapters(and to have this one out weeks ago), but I’m honestly sick of the HOTD/ASOIAF fandom so Chapter 6 will probably be were I wrap things up with this story. That will come out around Christmas/New Years Eve.

It’s TBD on everything else. Although if the teaser drops for s2 this weekend and I see Nettles in it, or if they announce her actress a Dettles one-shot will be out shortly after that.

[butcharyastark]

also help max just had to betray the only person she still loved in exchanged for ensured community safety, fully pitting herself against the main characters rn i think and im so. literally the only main character she has fully developed a proper and semi healthy relationship with. and shes just been told to her face she should never try to make any more. bc its better this way. i cant do this.

[littlemisstrashcan]

(genshin inazuma and honkai star rail xianzhou luofu spoilers!!!)

i don't mean to compare but it's kinda obvious how honkai star rail has better writing than genshin specifically about battles and war.

inazumans were literally having civil war against their god and when it all ends everyone is like, "that's great!!!" kazuha is one of the few characters visibly affected by the war. you can't tell me sara, who was so anguished when she found out she was fighting for nothing because her FATHER was the one ordering for the war which she herself had to lead, wasn't affected by having to watch her comrades die and practically opress the people. her faith in raiden shogun was literally the only thing helping her power through the whole thing. also kokomi, the one who had to strategize their countermoves and send people to their death, wasn't more affected by it?? all we got for her was that she's smart, she's a priestess and that she's overworked. now personally, that might be an oversight on my part but i would've loved to hear more about the aftermath of the war on both sides.

HONKAI STARRAIL 1.2 SPOILERS!!!!!

now, the first thing we see when we got in was literal soldiers on the verge of dying. not just that, when we arrived at the safe zone, their army was overpowered by the sanctus medic something that most soldiers was losing hope. there's one young cloud knight who was panicking because he's so too young to die and that's he's only a rookie. we see a soldier in shock from seeing their friends dying. we met a knight swearing he would avenge his comrades.

that's it. that's the post. i just want more depth on the outcome of war. is that too much to ask for

[doppelnatur]

to a certain degree i don't think there is such a thing as purely internalized and internally directed bias. i don't think directing bias at yourself is morally much better than directing it at others it's just a lot harder to stop. that said, as soon as your self cruelty begins to affect anyone else it's just cruelty. a gay man being homophobic is not any more justifiable than a heterosexual man. then again, maybe this entire way of thinking shows a lack of compassion for myself and is a form of bias.

[orcelito]

minor illusion is honestly the best cantrip for someone who enjoys flavor-text (aka me). spicing up this side rp with some minor illusion work to portray what im talking about more visually. honestly it's a godsend for Fang, who's not the best at words. he can just create some lil illusions to help illustrate what he's saying. and of COURSE im gonna use this plenty. of Course.

[cuppa-ale]

I feel like I don't have as many repetitive thoughts lately, and for the most part have felt very.... calm. That worries me sometimes bc it feels like a calm before a storm, like that bit of stability and serenity is eventually going to give way, like the other day when I broke down crying bc of a combo of different factors.

The repetitive thoughts and feelings still come back in waves, too. But I feel like the tide is growing more distant and I feel..... normal. Or at least able to reason with myself and not spiral as much.

I keep getting this feeling that... I want to prove that I'm okay and not a neurotic bitch. (that sounds really derogatory but i have no idea how else to put it.) Like it's not enough that I feel okay, but I want to prove it too. I just want to be normal and not paranoid or neurotic or have so many mood swings, even if most of it is happening internally.

[fakeoutbf]

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[navree]

i want everyone to know that this latest issue of gotham war legit has me mad enough that i'm like a heartbeat away from deciding to make one of my class papers (meant to be about the myths of our modern culture) entirely about the myth of the superhero and the idea of comics being "good" solely so i can waste a good chunk of the word limit fucking raging about batman