"can't Two Guys Just Be Friends?" No They Cannot!! Hope This Helps

This is so real

"*insert ship/headcanon* would never happen in canon"

Oh gee well maybe that's why this is a FANdom. Maybe that's why I'm writing/reading FANfic. Maybe that's why I have HEADcanons that i made up in my HEAD.

The misfits are a little insane for being as attached to each other as they are, having only known each other for like... a few days.

I don't think this is a plothole though, I think it's not an impossible thing to happen to a bunch of weird 18-25 year old outcasts who wake up in a strange place with no memories, find out they died young and horrifically, and then get put into scenarios like "Spend an entire day on a marathon run through nightmare pocket dimensions of your deepest fears together" and "Team up to survive against a guy who can turn into The Devil from The Bible and his shapeshifting morality pet" and "Friend got entombed alive and nearly died in a spectacular betrayal by another party, and you got your ass beat trying to rescue him". Not to even take into account Lenore's survivor's guilt and grief over not being able to protect her brother, which is definitely manifesting as a desire to protect and even sacrifice herself for these relative strangers. (I'm interested to see if further reveals of the character's backstories may draw parallels between people they knew in life and the other Misfits as well...)

But also, never underestimate the unhinged and unreasonable level of attachment a group of mentally ill young adults can form practically overnight. You have to suspend your disbelief a little and accept that these people are like, having college age codependent drama, and are also a bunch of lunatics. Because they are. It's awesome.

The Batcave has a “Do Not Talk To Me” couch. It’s sacred. It’s unspoken. It’s real.

okay so. picture this:

the batcave has one couch. it's in the corner. it’s hideous. it’s like beige or green or something equally offensive to every one of their aesthetics. no one likes the couch.

and that is exactly why it became sacred.

because one night jason just. drops onto it. full gear. bleeding. absolutely done with life. says nothing. doesn’t even take off the helmet. sits there in silence for 3 hours and then leaves.

next week tim uses it. sits there post-mission. face in hands. someone tries to ask if he’s okay and jason throws a batarang at them.

and thus it began.

Rules of the Do Not Talk To Me Couch:

You sit there? No one speaks to you.

You cry? No you didn’t.

You eat cold noodles off your chest at 4 a.m.? That’s sacred time.

If someone tries to comfort you? They are excommunicated for 12 hours.

Dick (sitting on the couch):

Damian: Grayson, are you—

Jason (from across the cave): HE’S ON THE COUCH.

Jason: I don’t make the rules.

Steph: You LITERALLY made the rules.

Jason: And I am the defender of the rules. There’s a difference.

one time damian storms in. covered in blood. absolutely furious. 10/10 rage goblin energy. throws his sword. marches to the couch. sits. arms crossed. steaming.

tim takes one look at him and goes: “i’m making tea.”

jason: “that’s acceptable. tea is allowed. talking is not.”

bonus:

once bruce sits on it.

and the ENTIRE CAVE goes silent.

tim literally freezes mid-typing. cass stops mid-flip. jason just mutters “oh shit.”

they all leave. immediately.

the couch is not ready for bruce.

extra bonus:

alfred vacuums around the couch. never says a word. leaves snacks in a silent offering. once placed a weighted blanket gently on jason’s shoulder. that’s different. he’s allowed.

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Chaotic arcane commentary part 2

Episode 5

Episode 6

Online class is shit

Nevermore art dump★

Damn I feel kinda called out right now

"my bestfriend—" no you've been in love with them since the moment you saw them but you're too scared to say it out loud even if they look at you with those heart eyes too and everyone sees it except you two oblivious idiots