#misses home but can't return...

[the-gay-prometheus]

I stiiiiill feel like we don't talk about this enough honestly.

Take it from a guy who's tried.

He could've chosen just about any other dimension. This obsession with Earth has proven time and time again to end in failure. It was dangerous. Reckless. A risk that, when you think about it on a multiversal scale, doesn't seem all too worthwhile if a party is the only thing he wants.

What is it about Earth that is so important that he would be willing to risk everything on taking it specifically? Literally everything, by the way. If he was scared of the Edge of Reality swallowing him up, he could've just left. If he just wanted to keep the Nightmare Realm/Dimension 0 around, he could've merged it with any other dimension - there are plenty of other dimensions with beings perfectly capable of building rift-inducing totally normal dimensional portals for him. But no: He sticks around his decaying realm for as long as he possibly can because he needs Earth in particular for some reason.

You can't undo the past... unless you want to thaw a giant baby out of a glacier.

Speaking of giant babies in glaciers... there happens to be only one Time Giant left. One singular being who controls time. One singular being who can create and distribute Time Wishes. Time Wishes, which could change the past paradox-free.

What a strange coincidence, then, that this last Time Giant resides here. On this specific Earth. This specific Earth, this specific dimension that Bill is so desperate to get his hands on.

Take it from a guy who's tried.

It was never just about keeping the party going, was it?

[mint-fixates]

There's this weird take I've seen floating around on TikTok that Bill doesn't actually care about his family/dimension or Stanford at all; that we're supposed to take everything in TBOB as non-canon basically because he's lying to garner sympathy from reader to make a deal with them. I'm all for having your own interpretations of media, but I just don't think this idea that Bill is a completely heartless unfeeling creature is supported by canon at all. In fact, it kind of feels like the opposite of the point of the book.

Like, yeah, most things Bill says should be taken with a grain of salt because he lies a lot, but he's not actually a very good liar? It's usually pretty easy to clock when he's full of it. But okay, even if we assume every word Bill says while trying to recruit the reader is a lie, there are three major things that this doesn't account for.

Bill is not the only source in the book. The lost Journal 3 pages were written by Stanford, we only know about the interdimensional Taco Bell incident because of an included police transcript, etc.

Even once he's lost any chance of making a deal with the reader to escape, Bill is having a complete breakdown and mentions all the people he so totally doesn't miss for real you guys. Why bother with reverse psychology double-lying for sympathy once his shot at getting the reader on his side is already gone?

Trying to garner the reader's sympathy makes sense to a certain extent, but why go out of his way to make himself look pathetic? Does revealing that he got drunk and cried over his ex in a fast-food drive-through really help his cause if that cause is to convince the reader he's still a powerful being capable of starting the apocalypse again so they can rule with him?

And that's all without even mentioning that, as previously stated, I think the entire point of the book is missed if we're interpreting Bill as having no genuine feelings or attachments. The book ends with Stanford healing from his past by being open about what he went through with his family and accepting their help, while Bill insists he doesn't need anyone and refuses to heal, actively making himself worse in the process. The clear theme imo is that accepting your past and accepting help from people who love you is essential to healing, while denying those things just makes everything worse. If Bill doesn't actually care about his family, his dimension, Stanford, or anything/anyone else, he has no trauma to heal from or regrets to learn from that he's refusing to accept and deal with, and the entire meaning of the book is made moot.

[eatmyassastarion-affectionately]

Home Dimension

[izzy-b-hands]

Re: the swords post for myself, it's sort of a shared swords situation:

T'Challa, one of our two beloved babiest of boys and the sweetest lil guy, has been at the emergency vet since this morning. He's in good hands and getting the treatment he needs, but we're still waiting to hear any updates from his care team. If you could send along good thoughts, vibes, and metaphorical swords as we navigate all of this, we'd be thankful for them.

[redlegumes]

Okay okay. I don't have enough followers for this post to gain the attention I need for this because it literally stopped me dead in my tracks, here goes

Ignore that on July 23rd Home Depot is already rolling out Halloween (actually that's amazing spooky season erryday)

But can we just

Can we

Is it NOT Eddie's Guitar???

[wienerlicious]

sure the economy sucks and i can't afford a house or kids but at least i was born at the perfect time to be the target demographic for twilight

[blizzardfluffykpop]

why the fuck do i miss pigeons

[itstimeforstarwars]

What an absolute waste of the first day of spring. I woke up knowing I should call out and what do you know.

[puppetsoftomorrow]

Re: your tags on a post you reblogged about reading a fic while drunk in the club. I have also tried to read a fic while drunk, it was a pretty intense character study though so I was unsuccessful and had to read it the next day instead lmao

omg see thats the best thing abt reading fic when drunk, u get to read it again the next day and pick up on all the things ur drunk brain missed! it's like two fics for the price of one!!

[scarletcomet]

just found out that you can no longer download netflix on the PC app, so that really sucks for my 5 hour train ride tomorrow

[gnawednoble]

was thinking about if any of my wardens would actually wind up having kids and realized that elrion and zevran have absolutely been stealing kids from the crows for almost two decades now

[no1cutiepatootie]

this is why there are two days event after diwali

[catbolt]

Sylus is not-so-subtly using Mephisto to spy on you while he's on a business trip— something you realize immediately as you're lounging on the couch watching TV in one of his t-shirts and hear a sudden tap-tap-tap from outside the balcony's sliding glass door.

You squint, adjusting your glasses to see a familiar red eyed crow cocking his head at you through the window. "Really?" You murmur with a smirk, getting up to pull open the door. Mephisto hops onto your shoulder with a rusty-sounding squawk.

"How long have you been out here?" You murmur good naturedly, ruffling the bird's feathers. The apertures of Mephisto's mechanical eyes restrict and dilate as he registers your face. "Hey, Sylus," you say with a wink, knowing he's listening and watching through Mephisto.

As you return to the couch, setting Mephisto on the coffee table across from you, a text buzzes through on your phone that confirms your suspicions. I like you in that shirt.

You smirk, standing up to strike an exaggerated pose in front of the bird, showcasing how oversized the shirt is on you. "So sexy, right?" You tease sarcastically.

Sexiest thing on the planet, Sylus writes back. Maybe I should come back home early to take it off of you.

"Maybe you should," you say, watching Mephisto preen his feathers. "How many more days?"

Three, baby, Sylus responds. Mephisto can keep you company in the meantime.

"Mephie can't talk," you retort, talking into the silence. "And he needs his gears oiled, by the way. He creaks like an old man when he walks." You can practically hear Sylus' thick, rumbling chuckle when he responds with a string of laughing emojis.

"I'm getting lonelier by the second," you whine. "Seriously, it's been like two weeks now and you've been too busy to call. I worry about you, you know?"

There's absolutely nothing to worry about. I'm fine. I'll be home before you know it.

You roll your eyes at his placating text. You aren't trying to be clingy, but this is the longest the two of you have ever been apart, and the persistent aching feeling of missing him is starting to wear you down. "I know, I know," you mutter, waving him off. Your phone buzzes again.

In fact, I'll make you a bet. If I'm home before you know it, you have to do whatever I say. Agreed?

"Oh, please," you snicker. Mephisto fluffs out his wings. "Fine. Whatever you say." You know he's just trying to get you to stop being mopey.

Anything I say?

"Anything," you concede, lying back to absentmindedly resume scrolling through the TV channels.

Perfect. As if on cue you hear three hard knocks on the front door.

"Son of a..."

[A/N]: adapted from a request by @harukablossomsblog~ hope you enjoy!

[cosmicpines]

I think a lot of people haven't actually read Flatland so you may not realize A. What Bill's eye mutation means and B. What precisely Bill did to destroy his homeworld.

Bill's home isn't completely the same as Edwin Abbott's Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions (notably, women and men can be both polygons #feminism) but we can assume most of the mechanics are the same. The basic premise is that the world is 2D. Everyone perceives the world in a 1D way, along the plane. There's a part of Journal 3 that describes this pretty well.

Bill can see up to the stars because his eye is on the flat surface instead of on the side like everyone else, like this:

(He's also slightly 3D, as we can see in the show.)

But there's one more important Flatland detail. The denizens of Flatland (and therefore likely Euclydia) do still have organs "inside" their bodies. Since there is no depth, they're just on the inner radius of their bodies. The 2007 Ehlinger movie adaptation shows that:

If Bill wanted to "give his world a new perspective" and "show everyone what they were missing," he wanted to get everyone to look upward.

Meaning he probably tilted the entire world.

Meaning everyone not only slid off of the plane, but all of their organs spilled out and everyone died.

...Hence "so much blood."

(The only issue with this is that it doesn't account for the number of times Euclydia is referred to have been burned ("saw his own dimension burn / misses home and can't return", he only has ashes leftover), but I'm sure the act of turning an entire dimension upwards expends a lot of energy.)

[hbatfam98]

I refuse to accept that Bruce being mad at Jason for killing is canon. It makes no sense.

Batman can't kill. Sure partially because he never wants anyone to lose family like he did even if that family is criminal. But that doesn't apply to people like the Joker. Who's going to miss Joker? The people who he mentally broke? No, the reason batman doesn't kill people like the joker - truly purely vile and evil human beings is because than vengeance will swallow him and he knows it. He knows that if he crosses that line, he may not return. He'll want to kill every criminal who hurts someone. So, for the safety of Gotham, so that he doesn't become an overlord, he doesn't kill.

But that doesn't mean no one else can. So as far as I am concerned the canon version is:

Batman:*concerned that his son is killing and might lose himself and default to killing instead of trying to save* Don't kill the joker

Red hood:*kills Joker*

Batman:...

Red hood:...*doesn't just go around killing redeemable characters. Employs low level criminals and treats them fairly. Takes care of children in crime Alley.*

Batman:...ok. Alfred is making lasagna, wanna come home for dinner son?

Edit: I love the discussions about this for the most part but just to clarify - the dialogue but is mostly crack. Obviously things aren't going to be quite so simple.

In fact, if u want my more serious take on this I think what frustrates me more than anything with people making Batman so 1D in my opinion when it comes to the killing rule is 1. Inconsistent, others in the DCU have killed/wanted or willing to kill and Batman didn't have that much of a problem with all of them. But 2. and more Jason specific is I don't think killing Joker is the crux of their issue. If I (woefully unskilled as I am) was allowed to write Jason, sure he would be mad at Bruce for not killing the Joker initially but the real problem he has with Bruce, whether he realises or not, is that Bruce moved on. Sure everyone did but, Bruce was the one who chose him - how could he move on? And that will be the real center of why the two of them can't go back to being the way they were no matter what. While Jason was going through being resurrected and every horror of rebirth and the pit, he also realises that the world just .. moved on without him. He comes back and every trace of the his own world seems to be gone. Even worse - how did they move on? By branding him as a rash, foolish Robin and all he hears is that they all think he deserved to die that's why they accepted it and moved on.

(Might come and rewrite this better with Bruce's side and how every step he took in 'moving on' was actually so warped by his unending grief but more importantly - yes the dialogue was lighthearted, I am aware it can never be that simple for Bruce and Jason)

[spurbleu]

141, and their dirty mementos

soap is an avid panty stealer. wholeheartedly believe that man digs through your undergarment drawer before deployment and pockets them- or he steals them off you in the morning. eats you out to wake you up and then slips your panties back over your raw cunt, pressing it down so your spend takes to the cloth. it doesn't get washed until he returns, and by then he's licked and sniffed it enough times that its more him than you.

price carries photos of you. the tasteful ones are on display- in his wallet you're smiling while at dinner. the one behind it, however, is him splitting you over his cock that same night, your smile wavering with spit and stupor. he's got more, some you don't even know about, and folds them in various pockets of his flak jacket for the lonely nights where he misses his wife. god forbid you send him one while he's deployed, you're getting the most violent lay when he gets home.

the week approaching his departure, gaz records sex over an audio tape. doesn't matter when or where, that man is kissing your sweaty forehead and reminding you, "into the mic, baby," as he ruins your spent cunt. plays them back on particularly long stakeouts, or the evenings he can't sleep to remind himself of who's waiting home for him. especially loves fantasizing about how you're likely making the same noises now, alone in your shared flat, chasing what only he can give you.

simon has a tattoo of you on his thigh. now, it's not actually of you, but it's a collection of reminders- finger print, your favorite flower, kiss mark, amongst other small details that appear to be random tracings at first glance. but not to him- not when he's fucking his hand staring at it, enjoying the images his mind conjures. half an ego trip- to know you so deeply, more than anyone, that looking at self-curated paraphernalia of his wife bring a vivid picture of you to mind. you can tease him for his poetic approach all you want, but he knows you stare at it.

simon tattoo follow up