I Didn’t Think I Shipped It But The Fic Writers for This Ship Really Brought Their A Game: a memoir.
I Didn’t Know This Ship Existed Previously But Now I’m In Hell: the sequel
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me, learning things about myself: oh this is bad
So, my understanding is that that’s the fake bit. The Horikoshi quote. The translation of ‘broke up’ just meant in the not doing hero work together anymore.
Anyone else in the fandom please feel free to correct me if I’m wrong here.
If you notice me reblogging
- a repost
- stolen art
- false information
- etc.
please let me know, you’re not rude or annoying and I actually do give a fuck and I will correct my mistake, thank you
Oooooh. That does make sense. I must have read another translation ‘cause I feel like I would have noticed that on the first go round! Obviously the story has progressed quite a bit since the ‘what happened between you and Sir Nighteye’ stuff.
But now I’m going to imagine they dated…
Annnnnnd it’s a manipulated screen cap. Ah, well.
why did shipping turn into a contest of “most accurate” or “most likely to be canon” why do i have to get a 40-slide powerpoint, three defense lawyers, a fortune teller, and a background check of myself and my whole immediate family to say i want two ppl to have sloppy makeouts in a car
Also: when did shipping turn into a ‘which relationship is the most healthiest in real life terms.’ I mean I ship people because I think their story is interesting, not to get relationship advice.
I ship people because I think their story is interesting, not to get relationship advice.
everyone has that one character in a show they watch where during every ep they’re usually just waiting for that specific character’s scenes to come on and enjoy everything about them from the way they talk to the way they walk and smile whenever that person comes onscreen. a scene without that character in it feels like it’s just missing something and in your eyes they’re the best thing about the show and you don’t want anything bad to happen to them ever
if you dont give your fav characters hated traits about yourself and then love them unconditionally for it…how you coping?????
The Riddler hijacks the local TV airwaves and appears onscreen holding a comically long roll of paper. After dramatically clearing his throat, he proceeds to read from it.
“The following is a list of people who can suck it. Number One: The Joker. I don’t think I need to explain that one. Number Two: Cluemaster. Fuck you, you stole my bit, and I will be like a plague unto your house. Number Three: King Tut. You also stole my bit, but did it while killing people and got me arrested for murder. Also, I’m, like, 93% sure you’re a white guy and your costume is racist.
“Number Four: The Scarecrow. I know you ate my leftover Chinese, Jon, even though I wrote my name on it. I was saving that for lunch. I had to eat a goddamn peanut butter and jelly sandwich like a five-year-old. It was all you had in the hideout. For fuck’s sake, go shopping, not all of us can live like a bridge troll.
“Number Five: The Penguin. You- No, no, wait, wait… That one should be crossed out. He replaced that and apologized. Never mind, Oswald, you’re fine. Drinks at 7:00 tomorrow, right?
“Anyway, where was…? Ah, yes. Number Six: The Mad Hatter. You carded me and left me like that for six hours because I, and I quote, ‘would not stop talking about Mythbusters.’ Well, excuse me for trying to make intellectually stimulating conversation on a level you could understand. I suppose every time you prattle on about mome raths and borogoves it’s goddamn Shakespeare? Well… Well, it’s Carroll, but… Oh, you know what I mean!
“Number Seven: Catwoman. You left me hanging by one hand from a ledge five stories up and holding a twenty-pound bag of jewels and very pointy
objets d’art while you ‘distracted’ the Dark Knight. I know you were making out with him, Selina. You were gone for fifteen minutes. My shoulder almost dislocated. Very unprofessional.
“Number Eight: Kite Man.”
Here the Riddler pauses, lifting his narrowed gaze to glare at the camera, voice dropping to an ominous tone.
“You know what you did…”
His demeanor shifts quickly, and he’s back to reading from his list almost cheerfully.
“Number Nine! Th-”
He’s interrupted by a crashing noise in the background and looks over his shoulder just an instant before a deep voice angrily growls, “Riddler!”
“Oh, for the love of-” He turns to glare at the camera, speaking quickly. “Number Nine: Batman! Interrupting me while I’m on television making very important- Hm-mmph!”
He’s reduced to muffled curses as a black gloved hand covers his mouth and pulls him out of frame. The camera tilts, a cracking noise is heard, and the broadcast turns to static.
KITE MAN’S CRIMES WERE NUMEROUS AND TERRIBLE
If I were batman I’d give him like a five minute warning, because this actually sounds theraputic.
Batman: Riddler, you’ve hijacked the TV airwaves and you know that’s wrong but I think this is actually theraputic. So I’m giving you five minutes, and then I’m taking you to Arkham
Robin: Geez get a facebook account for this crap, hell if you wanna vent to millions of strangers just get youtube.
“RIDDLER YOU CAN’T JUST GO ON TV AND SCREAM AT PEOPLE
THAT’S WHAT YOUTUBE IS FOR”
Riddler takes this advice. He gets his own youtube channel called RiddleMe_Th15. It starts out as being purely therapeutic, a platform for publically calling out those who have annoyed him. Then someone leaves him a pathetically easy riddle to solve in the comments, and he spends his next segment ranting about it, and then posing a better one.
This starts a dialogue with a number of other youtube users who both attempt to answer his riddles and pose their own riddles in return.
Riddler has found his people, and his hit count is climbing.
YouTube star Riddler would be a good direction for the character. But also:
Joker has a Twitter and it’s like dril and no one knows it’s him. Not even Batman. He’s going to find a way to use it for villainy soon and when he does, look out. But even he can’t figure out how to make Twitter useful.
Everyone has a Tumblr. They’re all super-specific and have no actual criminal purpose. Some are obvious: Cat pics; Alice aesthetic; plants and ecoactivism; curated jumpscares (huge following, actual horror directors crow about getting featured); beefcake shots with clown makeup photoshopped on. Some are not: Bane’s Tumblr is just seasonal moodboards.
They LOVE Pinterest. All manner of ridiculous deathtraps started as home improvement pins.
Croc is still on MySpace.
A Beautiful Monster 