riz gukgak is the character of all time. he's a goblin. he has a gun. he's in high school. he's saved the world multiple times. he's died before. he carries a briefcase with him everywhere. he threatened to eat a dragon. he refuses to stop investigating mysteries because otherwise he would have to deal with his grief over his dad's death. he did fantasy cocaine in a floating pirate city. he lied about having a romance partner and then got kidnapped by the manifestation of that lie. he tattooed clues all over his body in case his memory got wiped. he doesn't know how to connect with his friends outside of life-threatening situations. he has abandonment issues. his dead dad is a secret agent for heaven. he's canonically hot. he throws up when he's nervous. his nickname is the ball. he loves his mom. he hisses at things. he ran over a guy with his friend's van. he brought back an eldritch entity because he can't let a mystery go. he's even aroace.
Detective Comics #679
Sorry but Dick calling Tim a ‘bonehead’ while parading around in the Batman suit is just absolutely hilarious to me
Dick’s out here being insecure that he won’t live up to Bruce’s legacy as Batman because he’s not on the same skill or intelligence level, but really it’s cause he can’t stop using 90s playground insults on the job
So I'm of the belief that one of the finest things in life is a well loved book. A book with yellowed pages and a weathered spine, clear water/tea/coffee damage... That comes with time.
Usually you have to get those books firsthand and weather them down to that point yourself, or possibly find it at a library sale or a garage sale.
But occasionally. Occasionally someone will see you reading a book and say "I have something for you" before handing you something so rare, so important.
A book. A book with bent corners and crinkled pages from getting wet one too many times. A book that has creases in the spine and the cover from where its been bent over and over again.
That kind of book is special. The kind of book that has been loved and been passed along with intention, not just happenstance, a knowledge that the one being gifted it will love it just as much.
Those kinds of books mean something.
Dawg, my main source of serotonin is coming from my weekly walk to therapy where I hunt for good stickers that have been put up. I love sticker artists, wanna give ‘em a little smooch
Especially because comics don't care either lol, comic writers are just professional fans playing with their Barbies and acting out soap operas like seven year old girls. No one is "yes, and"-ing, they're all " well actually" and "but what if--"-ing.
I love comics, they're like fanfic but socially acceptable!
“that’s not accurate to the comics!!” I couldn’t care less, these r my dolls and I will do whatever I want to them, i’m playing house goddamnit!! lemme live in my delusions!! It’s called feeding ur inner child!!!
I fucking hate hostile architecture
Saw someone wondering about how the buildings in gotham are chipped from years of the bats grappling everywhere and am now imagining
- the bats swing around all the time but in certain areas they tend to parkour instead of grapple
- after a couple of them have close calls of falling, gothamites realise its bc the buildings are too weak in places to use the hooks safely anymore
- in starts in one neighborhood but quickly spreads throughout gotham; people get into the habit of checking their roofs for chips and cracks and start painting them
- different places do it different ways, some people use bright neon colours, an apartment block keeps a tin of glow-in-the-dark paint in the rooftop garden for anyone to use, one children's shelter fills the chips in with glitter glue
- slowly but surely the gotham skyline becomes a starry night with stars of paint and colour, marking the weakpoints so they can be seen even in the darkest of the city's nights
throwing off the yoke of yourself
Lil comic I thought of while watching @dropoutdottv's Adventuring Academy with Ross Bryant as a guest
one of my favourite episodes!