i understand what people are saying when they talk about fandom overstating the importance of farcille to the dunmeshi narrative and that their frustrations are related to a larger frustration with fandom in general prioritising shipping over other relationships/narrative themes. HOWEVER i do find it a little suspect and annoying that the one time the Big Tumblr Thing Of The Month has a popular f/f ship that the fandom is over-extrapolating from in the same way that fandom usually over-extrapolates m/m relationships i'm suddenly seeing all these posts complaining about it
Danny makes jokes out of anyone finding out ghosts are real.
But only when it’s done through “accidental summonings”. In all fairness, if he hadn’t become a ghost at 14, he probably would have fuc-messed around with a ouija board too. So he can’t really blame them when the poor unfortunate souls happen to guess the correct phrase.
(And before you ask, it’s the ghostbusters theme song because of course it is.)
Instead of giving his victims summoners a heart attack, he decides to go for a more… Matrix approach. Incorporate a little humor into an otherwise terrifying experience.
Rather than a red pill and a blue pill though, he gives out a bright green glowing pill and piece of candy. He definitely gets annoyed more people don’t go for the candy. Just because it’s clearly the wrong answer doesn’t mean you should miss the opportunity for a delicious snack!
The Boys fans when they find out Homelander and Billy Butcher are supposed to be two sides of the same coin and therefore both of their ideologies are Not Good
I’m very tired of the claim that comic books are difficult to get into because they aren’t- they are very purposefully not that way. Comics actually go out of their way to explain every single thing to you constantly just in case you’re a new reader picking up this issue(or if you skipped a few issues).
I’ll concede they seem hard to get into from the outside but comics ARE NOT hard to get into you dont even need to follow a reading list or start at issue one just pick up a book.
At the Wayne Mansion, the entire Bat Family is gathered to watch The Voice USA (or the talent show of your choice).
As they watch contestant after contestant pass by, Cass is suddenly startled to see a familiar face on the screen.
Danny (Fenton) Nightingale takes the microphone and makes a small statement, he will sing the song "Fairytale" with a dedication to someone from his past, someone who became his own fairy tale.
Each fragment, each note is loaded with emotions that only the audience present could appreciate.
When the song finished the audience was applauding.
Danny Nightingale moved on to the next round with a slightly melancholic but happy look if that were ever possible.
While Cass's brothers said that (Danny) had done very well, she didn't know what to think, after years of not seeing each other it seems that some embers were left, even if only at one of the ends of the red rope that joined them together. sometime.
I see everyone's touch-starved Jamie Tartts and the queer-platonic Two Aces and the in-therapy Roy Kents and I love them all endlessly. I also raise you:
Roy Kent who's been half-starved for regular platonic intimacy for his entire life. He's in therapy and he's sad and he's lonely and he's angry all the time, but somehow he's tricked Jamie into thinking he is safe to be around. And then they share a bed sometimes, because life is hard.
Roy's mind probed at the situation like a tongue looking for a freshly missing tooth and finding a gap, an emptiness where the pain used to be. Still--
"I swear to God if I turn around and you're not wearing any pants," he warned.
Jamie broke into giggles behind him. The thought crossed his mind--if this is a fucking prank--but for once the heat of outrage didn't leap readily into his hands.
The bed dipped. Jamie scooted closer, and the unmistakable texture of trackies brushed against the back of Roy's legs.
"Nah. Decided I'm gonna sweat my arse off for you. Prick."
Roy grunted. "Then you can run the laundry tomorrow."
"Fuck that. If anything, you're making me breakfast in the morning in return for dragging your old man legs up the stairs. Now come here, you lug."
That was all the warning Roy had before a stupidly-tattooed arm wrapped around his midsection, reeling him backwards until he was pressed against Jamie's chest like his own personal teddy bear.
Fucking champagne and video games and mockery over his taste in furniture and now this. One of these days he was going to have to draw a line. He was the gaffer now--Jamie knew he was the gaffer now--and he owed it to the both of them to put some boundaries in place.
Jamie dropped his head against the back of Roy's neck, a soft and careful weight that was becoming increasingly familiar. Voice slackened with the hour, he murmured contentedly, "You're a fuckin' furnace. M' top half's not going t' get cold at all."
Boundaries were a lot to ask for with the clock pressing midnight. It could wait until morning.
bad kids were also doing some sick lair actions which was very cool and it seems like the hangvan has some sort of ship mechanics similar to starstruck ahhh very excited
Hm. Has anyone read regressor instruction manual? I… I feel like ripping up furniture with my teeth. Shits funny. MC is a whore slut idiot I’m putting him in a salad spinner and watching him spin at terminal velocity. Bashing him with hammers.