#flash funko

[mobius-m-mobius]

(i n / s p)

[marvelsgirl616]

my dc funko pop collection so far :) I’m getting my titans dick and kori funko soon 💕

[am-a-disappointment]

Ok can anyone help a girl out, yknow how kinder has the kinder joy thing with dc and funko pop, does anyone have the codes for the actual funko pop toys that will work here in the uk cuz im losing a lot of brain power trying to figure this out on my own

[comicchannel]

Funko Pop Marvel Comics Agent Venom (Thunderbolts) - 748

Link para compra BR: https://amzn.to/4cpeHVm

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[yranigami]

“ON YOUR LEFT!”

🕶️ …who the hell was that?! 😳

[silveragelovechild]

The Batman and The Flash wish you a Funko Christmas

[nunnimushka]

new addition to my figurine collection

I bought Frost Giant Loki

[grimini]

[skrytch]

They even made a Funko of this scene

[skrytch]

So apparently Funko made a special set for that scene in the Flash movie

Is it just me or do the babies look more lifelike is this set than they do in the actual movie?

[kv-wil]

[comicchannel]

Funko Pop Comic Covers DC The Brave and The Bold Justice League of America - 10

Link para compra BR: https://amzn.to/3Qr3YRY

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[fratttymatty]

MorphMe

(All characters are 18+)

Elliot Hart was the definition of niche. A 20-year-old computer science major with a stack of anime Blu-rays, a Bernie Sanders sticker on his laptop, and more Funko Pops than friends. He was proudly gay, proudly nerdy, and proudly convinced that his brain was his best asset. His social life consisted mostly of online forums and heated Reddit debates about politics and Star Wars continuity.

One evening, as he scrolled through a lesser-known app store to find some quirky productivity tools, a strange app caught his eye: "MorphMe: Update Your Self". It had zero reviews, a glowy blue icon, and a tagline that read: “Be the you you’ve never met.”

Elliot raised an eyebrow. “Sounds dystopian. Love it.”

He downloaded the app.

Upon opening it, a series of sliders and checkboxes appeared on screen. Gender: Male. Sexual Orientation: Gay. Intelligence: 100%. Appearance: Twink. Personality: Cute.

He chuckled and set everything just right, including a little sparkle emoji next to “cute.” Then he hit “Confirm.”

The screen glitched. Hard.

Lines of code zipped across the screen. A notification popped up: "Applying New Settings..."

Suddenly Elliot’s phone vibrated violently. He dropped it as a bright flash filled the room. When he opened his eyes…

Everything had changed.

He sat up in bed — a bed that was now massive, messy, and covered in protein bar wrappers and gym shorts. The posters of Studio Ghibli were gone, replaced with flags: American flags, Gadsden flags, and a giant Sigma Alpha Theta frat banner. The air smelled like Axe body spray and whey powder.

Elliot… wasn’t Elliot anymore.

He was Chad.

Literally. His phone buzzed with a message:

"Yo CHAD bro, kegger tonight at Mike’s. Bring Stacy 🍑🍒"

He stood and caught his reflection in the mirror. Shaggy dirty-blonde hair, rippling muscles, tanned skin, a backwards cap, and not a hint of irony anywhere. His rainbow pride pin had been replaced by a “Don’t Tread on Me” button. His brain felt… lighter? Not stupid, just… breezy. Like algebra was a foreign language, but chugging beer and flexing came second nature.

“Dude… sick,” he said to no one, admiring his pecs. His voice was a deep, confident baritone — not a trace of his former nasally tone.

He opened his closet: polos, tank tops, khakis, and way too many pairs of Oakleys. No more anime tees. No more cardigans. No more Bernie.

And… he didn’t miss them.

Later that day, Chad strolled across campus, his arm wrapped around Stacy, a blonde with lips so glossy they could reflect sunlight. She was chirping away:

“Baaaabe, we totes have to go to Cancun for spring break! Like, it’s gonna be sooo wild. You, me, margaritas, and like, no thoughts. Just vibes.”

He laughed. “Hell yeah, babe. Cancun sounds hella rad.”

He didn’t remember Elliot. He didn’t remember being gay. All he knew was the gym, the frat, and how Stacy looked in a bikini. He fist-bumped his new bros, cracked open a Bud Light (Ironically, he hated IPAs now), and settled into his life.

He never opened the MorphMe app again.

Because as far as Chad was concerned — this? This was who he was always meant to be.

[nunnimushka]

GUYS GUYYYYYS SBDHEJWOOQOQLQLQ I GOT HIIIIM

He sooooo tiny🥺🥺🥺🥺