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Horror-comedy is my true call^^

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I respect your defense of bisexual woman and all but I just don’t want to put my mouth somewhere I know a dick has been

Yall out here acting like these girls’ pussies be haunted by the ghosts of penises past, this ain’t a Dickmas Carol, be so fucking for real

nothing more sobering than realizing you'd been assuming a cover of a song was the original...like oh phew if the wrong person found out about that i couldve been killed

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Jason, being a semi-canonic common hallucination in the family after his death, could lead to the stupidest AU ever.

Imagine everyone seeing him — Bruce, half of the time, Dick non-stop, Tim more often than not, and eventually even Alfred starts seeing little boy's silhouette in the corner of his eye, but he never admits it, because someone needs to stay sane in this family.

It is a lot like real-life cases when cult families start to see collective hallucination, and it somehow syncronises in their minds, so they hear and see the same things, you know?

So, yeah, everyone sees Jaybin around.

Everyone but Damian. Damian is a normal one. He also knows his Akhi is alive and well, so whatever. And it takes him some time to figure out that his family is bat-shit insane, but when he does, he decides to use it on his advantage.

Damian, calling Jason: Akhi, you should visit me. It is getting awfully boring here.

Jason, frowning: You know I can't. They think I am dead, and I can't risk my plan, especially now, when Red Hood is gaining-

Damian: We will pretend you are a hallucination.

Jason: ...What?

Damian: So, there is a plan...

So, a few days after this call, Jason arrives at the Wayne Manor. He still thinks his brother's plan sucks, but gaslighting is one of his many talents, so surely, they will figure something out. He can lie his way through this meeting.

Expect, he doesn't even need to lie. His family is actually insane.

Bruce, bumping in Jason:

Jason, staring back: Uh-

Bruce: Wow. You look so grown-up. And we look so alike. Nice one, brain.

Jason: ?..

Tim, leaving his room: Hi, B, hi- Oh, damn. Hi, Jaybin. Nice leather jacket.

Bruce: Right? I guess his ghost just grows up with us now.

Jason: ????

Alfred, nodding along, out of nowhere: Master Dick will hate it. He looks taller now.

All of them: (peacefully leave the room)

Jason: What. The. Fuck.

Jason waits for the moment of clarity to happen as he chats with Damian in the kitchen, but... nothing changes. They really, really think he is a hallucination. So... he starts hanging out around more. Both because Damian is getting angsty, and because it is kinda... amusing.

Tim, stuck on the same case for a few nights, non-stop: Oh, it is really just me and you in this, Jason.

Jason, playing Mario Cart on the table by his side: Maybe take a nap, dude.

Tim: No, I need to figure out this case with-

Jason, rolling his eyes: Red Hood had already dealt with it. Go to sleep.

Tim: ...You are such a good self-care kind of hallucination.

Jason: ...

Damian: Your bets, when will they realise that you are a real person?

Jason: At this point, I am not sure that they will, even if I start screaming that I am real.

Damian: Fair. I bet a year would do.

Jason: ...A year and a half.

Dick visits the Manor. He cooes at Jason, muttering something about "of course, he would have grown up in a punk," and Jason almost breaks his role to hit him on the head.

Jason, arms folded on his chest: You know, you need serious help, dad.

Bruce, blinking at him slowly: Probably. You know what else I need?

Jason: Sleep? Retirement? To stop adopting strays? The list is endless, man.

Bruce: ...Coffee. I need more coffee.

Jason, groaning: What the fuck!!!

Alfred figures out that Jason is real, eventually. Solely because he catches him sneaking a few extra cookies, and hallucinations are not supposed to eat. He plays along with him and Damian until the very end, anyway.

(Damian ends up winning the bet because Jason loses it once and pushes Bruce down the stairs, when he starts reciting some precautionary tale about him. Everyone is flabbergasted.)

“Thank you,” you whisper. You have to fight your throat closing up, as years of unshed tears threaten to break your heart.

Your scramble to the floor, falling to your knees as you lift the dagger and turn it towards your own chest. You don't rush any movement, you want to enjoy all of them.

You are about to break your sternum with a firm strike when a loud crashing sound tears you out of your mind.

The achmage's assistant is on the stone cold floor next to you. “Don't” he cries out in sync with the mage's worried mumbling.

He holds onto your shoulders. He doesn't seem scared, even tho you were about to end both of them mere minutes ago. How curious.

Trained from birth as an assassin, your mind was bound by a powerful control spell. Sent to kill an archmage, they cast Dispel to weaken you—accidentally freeing your mind instead. For the first time, your dagger points wherever you choose.

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I want you to remember:

The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.

It's sort of an 'all across europe' thing. Or at least I think it is. I might be wrong since I'm from one of the 'more bitter countries'. Our hate language is vicious mockery (and so is our love language to be honest(that is when we speak at all)).

On one hand I understand it, I really do, It's not reasonable but it is an aftermath of the world wars. And if I want to go further it is really an aftermath of the way the whole country was born at all (rebellious child anthology).

However, and this is what I think matters more, while it is understandable it is unacceptable. While politics and art are never going to be inseparable, this amount of backlash is toxic.

Besides, on the other hand, the US is a relatively young country with such a young society and so much potential and it truly feels like hating on a new generation.

This is such a dumb petty thing to care about but it drives me up a wall how French people (and maybe other Europeans, but I'm only speaking for the French) are soooo snooty about Americans and American culture. They love to mock us about literature, food, art, etc

But they love all of it!! My local cinemas are playing Lynch films every single night right now in an homage. I went to Lost Highway last night and it wasn't packed but for a Thursday night last minute showing of a 30 year old film the theater was pretty full. Lynch was from Montana!!!

Like I get that it doesn't matter but it does drive me nuts because I think Americans internalize this to a degree (I know I did) and don't appreciate the incredible art produced by our own fellow Americans and that's a real shame

I just love it when I see a reblog and then the original post appears on my feed immediately after.