everyone on this app yaps about bad media being better for fandoms but dsmp’s untapped and forever unexplored or poorly explored potential and general themes of attachment, grief and childhood and the fact that so much of it was accidental or improvised and the tight knit community that fell apart in less than two years makes it, in my humble and objective opinion, the single most haunting fandom i’ve ever been in. if you even care. clings to everyone like cobwebs i mean just look at all the sleeper agents and old urls that are posting about tonight lol YOU CAN’T ESCAPE
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.
I used to be a musician. A pretty good one, too. I had a record deal, I toured all over the country, and I had a few songs that made it onto the radio. But then, things changed. My record label dropped me, my band broke up, and I faded into obscurity.
It's been a few years now since I've released any new music, and I'm starting to feel like a forgotten musician. No one knows my name. No one cares about my music. It's like I never existed.
But I did exist. And I made music. And that music is still out there somewhere.
The problem is, most of my back catalogue is unavailable. My record label went bankrupt a few years ago, and all of my masters were lost. So, if you want to hear my music, you have to track down old physical copies of my albums or singles. And even those are hard to find.
Which is why I consider myself to be borderline lost media. My music is still out there, but it's buried deep in the obscurity. And if no one seeks it out, it will eventually disappear forever.
I know that I'm not the only forgotten musician out there. There are countless other artists whose music has been lost or forgotten. And that's a tragedy.
Because music is important. It's a part of our culture. It's a way to express ourselves and to connect with others. And it's something that should be preserved for future generations.
So, if you're a fan of lost media, or if you're just curious to hear some music from a forgotten musician, I encourage you to seek out my music. You may be surprised at what you find.
And if you do find my music, please share it with others. Help to keep it alive. Help to prevent it from disappearing forever.
Thank you.
Barnaby J. Tremayne.
Dick: on the one hand, I would give anything to hear my mother’s voice again
Dick: on the other hand, not being able to remember helps me avoid certain types of psychological warfare
*sounds of yelling in the background as Damian mimicries Janet Drake*
I'm so fucking tired. I hurt so bad I can't fucking stand and start walking like my mother who needed a knee replacement. I have had to go home early from work several times because I just can't take it anymore, and have needed to call someone to drive me the TEN MINUTES it takes me to walk home. I'm trying to manage the pain with Ibuprofen and acetaminophen, but half the time they don't work. My doctors appointment to try and get FMLA is in a little under two weeks, but even then, I will have to go through testing, more appointments, and some legal bullshit to even get a diagnosis and some accommodations. What the hell am I supposed to do?
i love fur, i love leather, i love wool, i love long lasting materials without plastic in them that will decompose and go back into the ecosystem after serving me well for several decades.
There is no "red line" when it comes to the US government's undying support of Israel.
The IDF has committed thousands upon thousands of war crimes and the US government does not care.
They won't stop sending these ghouls weapons until they quote "achieve total victory."
Everyone’s favourite chaotic Duke Thomas moment is when he jumped off that bridge to escape from the cops but my favourite chaotic Duke Thomas moment is when he got shot for the first time and reacted by smiling gleefully. What a strange child, i love him
the most depressing part is that it's not even kamala's stance on genocide that is costing her the elections. i wish it were. it's people genuinely shifting for trump. but it's the pro-palestine movement that's going to get the blame for it.
Janet: Tim, what are you wearing? There is a gala tonight, you should be dressed by now.
Tim: *sucks air in through his teeth* Oh, unfortunately, other plans came up. Have fun at the gala!
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*Jack and Janet come back to the manor after a long flight with dozens of artifacts to unpack and no Tim in sight to help*
36 hours after they reached out, Tim left them a voicemail: I'll be out of town for the next few weeks. If you need anything Mrs. Mac comes by twice a week, but really try not to be a bother to her. She's getting up there in age.
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*Jack and Janet at a party trying to talk up Brucie about their latest archeological digs*
Tim: Mother, Father, dear. Your digs really are interesting, but I'm sure Mr. Wayne has better things to do than listen to your ramblings about your- ah- hobby.
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!!!