#sorry. existentialism on main

[lesbiancassius]

crazy how oblivion and eternity are the only possibilities and they are both equally horrifying

#june.txt #sorry. existentialism on main #i guess eternity is less scary if the universe is truly infinite so one does not lack places to go. but infinity in an uninfinite universe? #hell.a ctual hell #and if it's oblivion then tehre is fucking oblivion just actual nothing #and what do you do with that. accept that everything that has ever been will end? #im going to send myself into a panic attack

[mokulule]

The Number You Have Called Cannot Be Reached 4

Part 1|Part 2|Part 3

Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason) Warnings: angst/depression and canon typical violence

A sunbeam from the crack in the curtains hit his eyes and he turned over burying his face in his pillow. Belatedly Jason registered that it was at least afternoon because the windows faced west, but it didn’t really matter. He was much too warm, and comfortable to get up. He drifted - things were good. He dreamt of a low rumble in the distance, barely on the edge of his hearing, easing the tightness, turning him liquid.

It was another half hour before he awoke properly, registering his bedroom around him dimly lit by the single sunbeam. He yawned and stretched before getting up. He felt loose and relaxed and as he opened the dark curtains he was greeted by one of Gotham’s rare days of sunshine. A smile tugged on his lips and for a moment he stood there in the sun, letting the warmth soak into his skin. He wasn’t in any hurry.

Down in the street someone held the door open for another whose arms were full of groceries, smiles were exchanged and the person moved on. The sounds of kids playing on the nearby playground reached his ears when he opened the window to air out the room. Somewhere someone practiced the trombone and they weren’t half bad.

Peace settled in his bones, these were his people. Even Crime Alley shone from its good side.

Stretching again, he walked into the kitchen and started rooting around his fridge in search of ingredients for breakfast.

There was a thought nagging at the back of his mind as he cracked three eggs in a bowl, added a small dollop of sour creme and some salt. He paused, musing, something he’d forgotten… He hummed thoughtfully, trying to grasp at the thought, but it just didn’t seem that important and with a shrug he took out a pan turning it on medium heat. On the way to the fridge, he popped two pieces of toast in the toaster. Unlike whatever was nagging he knew he had forgotten the butter - a small piece went into the pan and he left the rest out so he could butter the toast. He rinsed a handful of small tomatoes he set them aside on a plate.

Something happened yesterday, he finally decided, as he walked back over to the open window and cut off a few stalks from the chives plant by the window sill. He paused there for a moment listening; a saxophone had joined the trombone and they were now playing sweet jazz with each other from across the road through open windows. A small crowd had gathered below to listen. Amused, Jason wondered if more musicians would be lured out.

Sizzling from the pan, drew him back to the kitchen.

He set aside the chives, quickly whisked the egg mixture together and poured it in the pan. Grabbing a spatula from the drawer he absently flipped it in his hand as he watched the eggs. Judging the pan had adjusted to the cold eggs he turned the heat on low and scraped across the pan in long smooth moves, freeing the already cooked eggs and allowing the still liquid mixture to sink to the pan.

The toast popped up from the toaster, and it was a matter of moments before he had them buttered and were stirring the eggs again. They had solidified now but were still glistening slightly when he transferred them on top of the bread. He quickly chopped the chives and sprinkled them on top.

Looking at his handiwork he nodded in satisfaction. Time to eat.



A glass of orange juice in one hand and plate and utensils in another he moved to the table. He cut off the first bite of egg on toast and close his eyes in pleasure: Crunchy toast, smooth eggs wiith a hint of salt and just a bit of sharpness from the chives.

It felt like ages since he’d just allowed himself to enjoy the moment like this. It wasn’t like he didn’t cook normally it was one of the things, along with reading, he still enjoyed despite everything. He was always just so busy, always so angry.

Like a click in a lock he suddenly realized what he was forgetting. The pits, the Ghost, the cave and Bruce asking him to stay. The thought was an ache in his chest and he set the fork down rubbing his forehead. He wanted… he wasn’t sure what he wanted. For the longest time he’d convinced himself he was agreeing to working with the bats because it was easier, they’d get less in his way like that. He’d told himself he barely tolerated them. Now, with the pits calmed or whatever they were, he found himself inexplicably fond:

DIck’s persistence even when Jason pushed him away, he always had so much hope, despite Jason giving him absolutely no reason to. Tim who he’d had so much misplaced anger towards, who was so smart, and yet so stupid. Damian, the absolute brat, who behind the arrogant facade cared so much about his family and friends, but was so afraid of rejection.

Bruce was… Bruce was complicated. The pits hadn’t invented his resentment, he had been so hurt to find out the Joker had gone free, that he’d been replaced, that he’d meant so little to Bruce - to his Dad. But without the pits to stoke the resentment, he was just left with this tired old ache. Lashing out had never helped him and he was just exhausted by the constant fighting. He wanted his dad. Not Batman, Bruce, the Dad who would drink his tea in the library while he was reading just to be in the same room with him. The embarrassing proud Dad who would brag about Jason’s grades in the same breath he would brag about Jason nearly stealing the tires of his car the first time they met.

He still had the hurt and the anger, but the longing far outweighed that. He rubbed at his moist eyes. The realization hurt, because he really didn’t know how long this effect lasted or if this realization would stick once the Pits were back - it was just too much to hope this was permanent.

Jason never had that kind of luck.

He needed to talk to the Ghost, but he never appeared so soon again after a theft. For a moment his thoughts dwelled on the device they’d recovered yesterday, some kind of calibrator, if he took it, maybe he could lure him out… but the thought was dismissed almost immediately, even if he took it, he’d have no way of informing the guy he had it.

They really knew next to nothing about the guy.

Jason sighed, and looked down at his now cold breakfast. He started eating again, starvation was something he would never forget and he was not about to waste food. Dwelling on his family, the pits and the ghost, wasn’t getting him anywhere.

It was distressingly easy to push the thoughts aside instead of obsessing with no angry whisper in his ear. Was this how normal people dealt with emotions? Without everything having to be a fight? As easy as deciding he’d dwell on it later when he could actually do something about it?

Helpless laughter bubbled up in his chest. This was so dangerous; it was way too easy to get used to.

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I feel I need to apologize for the lack of Danny again, but Jason kinda took over and had some more angst to deal with. I promise, next time we’ll get back to Danny’s misery!

#dp x dc #dead on main #MIssed Connections #Jason is catnip to Danny #so sorry we will get back to that part #Jason just needs to get over his existential crisis #realizing he just really misses his family #Yeah you're getting this on a scene by scene basis more or less #when I start posting on Ao3 the parts will be smushed into somewhat larger chapters #right now I'm just trying to focus on keeping up writing regularly

[miss-conner3]

How would ando deal with the existencal horror of his brother never ever letting him die?

¡A question related to one of the central points of the AU! (OoO)

Happy and conflicted because answering your question would be a kind of spoiler, but maybe I can answer part of it in a different way (ouo)/

¡Here it goes!~

As I mentioned before, Ando is still not aware of what his brother did to him to bring him back, and even less that his brother has him tied to life for "a reason" that I have yet to draw <(ouo)>

(That also includes how Ando would react to knowing this, sorry.)

But what I can say is that whatever the lamb has done will have consequences.

Both for him and for Ando.

At some point, I will talk more about this, but for now, this is all (owo)

¡Thanks for asking, and sorry for the wait! (>//<)/

#cult of the lamb #the little bubble au #oc #ando #au headcanon #existential horror #talking little by little about the main plot #getting into the topic of the soul (owo) #I hope I answered this in part #although I think I gave part of the spoiler #oh well #anyway #sorry for the delay! #thanks for asking! #Perfect Immortality

[nellasbookplanet]

Having, finally, read The Nine Eyes of Lucien, I’m naturally shock full of thoughts on the purple tiefling and questions on identity and personhood.

Did you know there's a medical procedure where, if the patient is young enough, half the brain can be removed and the half that remains takes over fully? (there’s more to this procedure, of course; it's called hemispherectomy) From this rises a theoretical question; if you somehow could place both these halves in a body of its own, which one is the original? Is either the original?

(You can watch a video on this topic here, it’s super fascinating!)

Mollymauk was 'born' because a fragment of Lucien's soul was left behind when he died. When Lucien was eventually returned to his body, that fragment was still there. But, crucially, Lucien did not have automatic access to its memories. He and the fragment, despite starting out as the same person, did not fully merge; rather, Molly remained as a separate identity within Lucien, able to converse with and actively fight him. They were two halves of the same brain, having been separated long enough to become individuals only to be shoved back together.

Had Lucien been returned to his body sooner, say, in a few days or even weeks, in all likelihood Molly would’ve been fully reabsorbed as but a part of the whole. Instead, Molly had the time to become, to evolve, to be a person of his own. By the time he and Lucien were reunited, they were no longer pieces of the same person, despite being made of the same soul, the same body. Their memories and experiences had diverged and settled, and could no longer be reunited as one.

Kingsley is, maybe, the same soul fragment as Molly. Maybe he's the entirety of Molly and Lucien's shared soul, but scrubbed clean of the memories of both. In the twoshot, he says off-handedly that 'it's all coming back to him'. Personally, I read this as more of a joke than him actually regaining all the memories, but even if he did, that wouldn’t necessarily make him either Molly or Lucien. He has, at this point, already Become. He can no longer be merged, can no longer regain a personality that has been lost, because his own personality would override it, having had enough time to grow into its own Self.

But does that really make him a different person? Most of us don’t remember our early childhoods; that doesn't mean our child-self is a separate entity from our adult-self, that we are somehow free of responsibility or consequences from what we did or what happened to us when we were young. As a child, I was more outgoing, less shy; remembering that is strange and alien to me now, unable to fathom having a personality so different from my adult self. Even so, I am still the same person. Is it merely a question of perspective? Kingsley, upon waking, could’ve decided he was an amnesiac Molly and kept the name Mollymauk Tealeaf. Instead, he decided he was someone else, and named himself Kingsley. Identity is what we are, what we become, and what we choose.

#identity and consciousness is one of the most intriguing things in existence to me #so naturally every now and again i simply must torment my followers by going existential and philosophical on main #sorry. i won’t stop #mollymauk tealeaf #lucien #kingsley tealeaf #the nein eyes of lucien spoilers #cr spoilers #critical role #cr2 #critical role meta #nella talks books #nella talks cr

[knifeforkspooncup]

Leaving a job you've been at for a long time is so weird.

Like goodbye people who I spent most of the last 5 years around, who I know more about than some of my family members. Bye Dave who takes his coffee with 2 creams. Bye Mike who fidgets with his watch when he's stressed. Bye Donna, you're a crazy sonovabitch but you've seen me cry more times than my own mother.

I hate you all but also love you.

Will you miss me? Will I miss you?

#sorry for getting so existential on main its my default setting #this place wrecked me and also feels like home #workplace #life

[redrobin-detective]

I was looking at my AO3 trying, once more to finish my AT mini series when I realized its been a year to the day I published where is it now, The glory and the dream? nicknamed Glory. Its a story I loved writing and have reread it multiple times and I got a bit emo thinking about that story - about that world.

I wrote a DGM fic in college over the course of a year that started as a speculative fic on past events and became an all out AU once more details came out in the manga. But I became so much more attached to my version of the characters and the story that it became hard to connect with the canon version. I feel something similar with BNHA and Road Not Taken verse. I love those characters who I took from early canon and molded and aged into essentially my own characters. I still get weepy reading rise up and writing glory kind of helped me deal with a bit of anxiety of turning 30.

This whole verse means a lot to me even though it was far from popular even when BNHA was dominating AO3 and is now so far out of vogue people aren't really reading stories much less wild AUs. But it lives close to my heart and is one of the things I think of when BNHA in any context is brought up. I will write the finale fic, it's lived in my brain fully formed since the last few chapters of TLWA. I will write it and it will hurt and I will sob and it will be one of the most satisfying stories because it will finally exit my brain and enter the page. And it will be utterly meaningless to 99.99% of the population and I will not give a damn because as much as I love sharing my stories and getting feedback, these stories are Mine. TLWA and it's sequels more than most.

#happy birthday glory #i waited 2 years to develop my version of bakugou #and it was so damn satisfying #I'm quaking thinking about the satisfaction of writing the finale #I've got maybe 9-10 pages done and I had to stop and cry over one scene because it would parallel an end scene and it Broke me #sometimes something lives in your head for so long is so comforting and yet grows so large that pulling it out of your brain hurts #Im in a weirdly existential mood tonight #I will write the finale I WILL but my god its going to be a process but I will be the queen of the fucking world afterwards #five years is a long time for a baby to grow and the birth sure will be something #pain that will be largely unrecognized and unnecssary but its for me not the fickle demands of fandom #i will love every minute every word every reread #im done now sorry to be insane on main for a dumb series :)

[caterpillarinacave]

y’all when I say I’m bordering on insanity I’m joking less then I’d like to be

#💃medication 🕺 is💃 failing 🕺 me💃 I’m 🕺 in💃incredible🕺amounts💃 of 🕺 pain💃 #But anyways. Henry and Charlotte am I right? #Wait I amend that. Henry Charlotte and the triplets. #HahahahahaImgonnacry #Nah I won’t. ✨dehydration✨ #I need like. A three week nap. #…Sorry to be annoying and offputting on main it’s my only outlet #I should do something #Is there anything to do? #Other than have an existential crisis I mean

[ineedsleepsoleavemealone]

tomorrow, im going to be sixteen. which is crazy because if you asked thirteen year old me if i was going to make it to sixteen, i would've said no. but here i am, talking to you. right now im experiencing what all readers eventually experience: being older than your favorite character. and, really, im not older than him yet, but i will be. next year, he'll still be sixteen and i'll be seventeen. right now, is the last time i'll ever be younger than percy jackson. that's crazy to me because he's what led me here, he's what led me to making this post. he's what led me to make a tumblr. he's what led me to make my first fanfiction. he's what led me to write peter parker. he's what led me to all my friends and mutuals on this site.

this time tomorrow, i'll be the same age percy was when he saved the world, when he killed one of his first true friends, when he got to kiss the girl he was hopelessly in love with for the first time. it's wild to me that he's always been this unreachable figure, someone who i've looked up to, but now, he's someone like me. he's someone who also has a shitty math teacher. he's someone who has to deal with idiots in his science class. he could be a nameless face in a crowd of students.

i don't know, i'm just rambling at this point. i don't know how i'll handle it when im older than peter parker. so, yeah, happy birthday to me and my existential crisis.

#sorry for being existential on main

[steakout-05]

sometimes i like to look at these silly cat meme pages, but every single time i find a page for it, i keep seeing this stupid dumbass little hoodie wearing shithead named "Existentially Dreading Babimbob" or some shit being reblogged every 3 posts and i hate him. i viscerally hate him and what he stands for with all of my soul. i hate his stupid little face and his stupid yellow hoodie and that stupid tiktok ad that i keep seeing reblogged over and over on these stupid meme pages. i hate the commodification of mental illnesses and "haha dead inside" meme culture and i hope the company selling this stupid little creature explodes. also this plush is stolen from an artist called lazycactus (whose shop no longer exists anymore unfortunately) so fuck him even more

#sorry for being so angry on main lately i just hate this dumb little yellow hoodie wearing fuck #i hate existential crisis bob and i hate the commodification of mental illnesses and memes to get a quick buck #and i hate those stupid ''relatable lol'' tiktok ads with that stupid tts voice #and i hate that despite me already having 50 Fucking Adblockers i still have to see this stupid little dumb idiot creature #also i would have made a broader ''all my homies hate the commodification of mental illness'' shitpost #but i think it's funnier to be a hater of bob specifically #fuck existential crisis bob all my homies hate that fucker #now to return to my normal un-scheduled programming of that jetpack guy i simp for

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

I love Akuma side-effects AUs sm. Like I already love characters dealing with random new body parts/weird skin/hair/eye color changes, but with AKUMAS it comes with the added layer of "holy shit am I still being mind controlled???" It's good shit man idk.

#I did n o t phrase this well but whatever #yall sorry for being cringe abt Miraculous on main rn but Im having an EXISTENTIAL CRISIS and I DESERVE to be cringe #as a treat :) #anyways yeah good AU 10/10 #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculous: tales of ladybug & cat noir #late night ramblings

[cheese-induced-madness]

Show! Me! The blorbo!

god damn you people work fast

alright but if i get bullied for it i'm lighting up the nearest cracker barrel stg

this fucker.

i'm pretty sure he only shows up in like 4 episodes and yet each time i see him my brain does something between a "." and a "!" like. "man acknowledged." watching this man is like watching a beetle or perhaps a moth. i know nothing of who he is or his thoughts. i know not why he's only here for a short time or why they use him so often for that short time. I don't even remember his name. I just know my neurons fire up when observing him in this show to a point where I may turn my attention from what I am doing while the show is on the background to watch He.

This is the epitome of Just Some Guy. This is white bread with barely any butter. This is a plain white tshirt but with a pocket on the front. This is a guy you see in a starbucks and find yourself staring at as you wait in line, wondering who he is and what kind of life he lives. This is a guy you match with on Tinder and you have to take a good 10 to 15 seconds to wonder if he's actually cute or if he simply looks inoffensive enough that the absence of any negative reaction counts as positive in your mind. He is basic and plain and simple and for some fucking reason his pure neutrality in and of itself captivates me.

I cannot tell for the life of me if my fascination with this guy is romantic, platonic, purely intellectual, or what. I think it may transcend that tbh. I think this feeling is the epitome of passing human connection. It's bumping into a stranger, having a pleasant 3 word interaction, and forever wondering if you could have kept the conversation going, longing to know what potential for friendship or closeness could have been realized, but knowing you will never get that chance again, and a stranger they will remain. It's looking at someone and wanting to know what the fuck their deal is, what actions they have taken in their life to come to your field of vision, directly in line with your ever curious, burning gaze. He's only been in so many episodes, but he is just so fucking normal that it's almost familiar, comforting to see him. It's like a brand of mac n cheese you've never tried that you know is going to taste the exact same as all the others. It's reading coffee shop au fanfic and basking in the simplicity. It's like a blanket at a hotel that's somehow just as warm and fluffy as one you keep at home. Familiar in that which you've never seen before. Basking in the few constants of the chaotic universe we live in. For me it just so happens to be dorky glasses wearing blonde twinks that are a dash of fruity.

either that or this would be normal blorbo territory for me save for the fact that i just finished watching neon genesis evangelion and it has been Affecting How I Perceive Characters.

#i am so sorry to anyone who wanted a fun blorbo drop and got me soliliquizing about lameass boyfriend.png over here #like when i say a character is making me go batshit feral and making me wanna eat drywall this is. usually what i mean. #girl help i'm experiencing existentialism and longing for human connection #this man makes me insane in a way that would make a victorian man send me out to the seaside for my health #anyway you guys are in for it when i get my cringe hands to write about twobrains again because this is just a taste #when compared to my thoughts about the merging of psyche between steven and squeaky #not headcanons #i'm not putting this in the main wg tag this is a followers exclusive event #and by event i mean y'all getting to watch the Madness overtake me #before anyone asks i'm fine i just have Several Thoughts and i'm projecting super hard onto the blankest canvas i could find #i think his name is mr dudley btw #this rant is best experienced with the song Separation Anxiety from the Evangelion ost playing in the bg #not fic #barely wg related #anyway this is a blorbo taken to its logical extreme i think #you find a guy. you look at the guy. the thoughts consume you. you consume the thoughts. #brain is tv static

[euelios]

uh oh sisters! brainrot so bad we are learning hermeneutics about it

#the little notes enthrall me. #the use of evidence and interpretation enthralls me #the portrayal of work and purpose (and losing both/either) enthralls me #i GOTTA get to. act ii first though. bc that’s where all the existential stuff happens #and then i have to talk to the act iii villain #and. i probably should actually finish tNoR. #auden yammers #is this going to end up in the main tag? probably #sorry y’all #pentiment

[flamedwings]

@arcanaaa liked for a starter!

sometimes, his mind liked to throw him in loops. natsu hated it when that happened because instead of reaching an easy conclusion right away and then moving on — natsu had to repeatedly think about it. he couldn't let it go until he was left somewhat satisfied. and the worst part the current question was one that, in the end, did not matter in his life. maybe to others it would, but not for natsu.

he was growing annoyed and desperate. and well, cana was there and she was pretty smart. maybe she should See something he didn't. he wasn't sure if that's how her magic worked, though. oh well. "hey, cana, if you have two birthdays, which one counts? like which one do you celebrate?"

#arcanaaa #🔥: the fire is MINE / ic #🔥: try to leave it all behind in this lifetime / post war main i #all my starters so far ended up longer than i thought im so sorry lmao #but here is this fun existential question by natsu!

[earmo-imni]

Genuinely concerned and astonished (and also kind of horrified) that “killing people is bad always*, yes, even the people who probably deserve to die for their actions” is as controversial an opinion as it apparently is

*killing people in defense of oneself or others is understandable, not saying people shouldn’t like. Protect themselves or other people. I still think killing should be a last resort but also like yes protect yourself and others obviously

For real though why is that controversial?????? Why do people genuinely think that killing people is fine and good as long as it’s the “right” people???? Do they not realize how easily that is abused? How similar that is to the beliefs of fascists and bigots? What the absolute fuck what is wrong with people??????????????

#i am holding full/metal alch/emist brother/hood and ste/ven univ/erse close and defending them rn #(sorry to screen readers but i don’t want this shit in main tags ill get my ass murdered) #both series are unnecessarily controversial in large part bc people apparently can’t handle the concept of #a justice system that’s rehabilitative instead of retributive. or at least don’t include the death penalty #both series also go very hard on the idea that every person Is A Person. yes even the bad ones. and they should be treated with dignity and #respect no matter their actions bc They Are Still A Person #too many people want to dehumanize anyone they deem sufficiently evil but that’s just not how life works #That Is Still A Fucking Person Now Deal With It You Little Shits #life is not has never been and never will be a black and white moral thing stop trying to make it so #it won’t FUCKING work #im actually very mad about this #auuuuugggggggghhhhhhhh #marijn vents #vent #existentialism is the only correct school of thought in philosophy of ethics actually #fuck all yall bitches who want to ascribe some kind of constant code of rules and shit to everything life dont work that way

[punkmacabre]

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴'𝚂     𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚂     𝙾𝙵     𝙰     𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙼,     greying     clouds     of     promised     thunder     amongst     the     skyscrapers.     new     york     and     its'     familiar     dread:     (     a     part     finds     an     odd     comfort     between     the     rot,     another     claws     desperately     to     be     elsewhere.     )     easy     to     keep     up     with     the     latest     headlines,   �� papers     discarded     gutter-side     and     inexplicability     soaked     /     out     of     sight,     out     of     ignorant     mind.     how     the     horrors     have     seared     at     the     periphery,     petrified     the     colour     from     his     hues.     doesn't     ease     the     guilt     that     gnaws     at     what     soul     remains,     mind     you.     waking,     haunting     reminders     he's     still     alive     ⎯     the     lone     survivor     after     every     reckoning. 

shivering     digits     already     begin     scavenging     for     a     light     as     he     awaits     beside     her,     the     pleasant     𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔     -     𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚜     swallowed     by     the     city's     own     voice.     grumbling     graciously,     for     a     hot     cup     of     coffee.                    

◜    ♱   [ @wonedeus ] :   ❛   just   an   observation,   not   a   judgement.   ❜

a     momentary     ache     caught     between     ribs,     a     slight     wear     in     the     poised     caustic     grin     (     THIS     IS     AN     OLD     STORY,     𝐎𝐍𝐄     𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃     𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄.     )     features     taciturn     with     a     want     to     believe     her,     a     quiet     forgiveness     if     it     isn't     the     case.     ❛❛     ah,     come     off     it,     love.     you     aren't     the     first     divine     figure     to     pass     judgment.     hardly     be     the     last,     either.     ❜❜     open     palms     take     the     blue     takeaway     cup     with     a     curt     nod     and     inhale,     a     plummet     of     smoke     exhaled     as     a     thank     you.     ❛❛     every     soddin'     demon,     angel     and     shrink     seems     to     'ave     their     opinion     on     who,     where     and     when     i've     cocked     it     all     up     . . .     judgement's     hardly     where     it     counts.     ❜❜ 

there's     sentiment     laced     between     vowels,     smoke     twists     as     he     takes     a     long     sip.     sirens     pass     and     eyes     fall     down     to     the     gutter;     more     newspapers,     more     horrors     (     killer     convicted     red     handed     with     a     grin     /     billionaire     smiling     beside     mid     handshake.     )     trenchcoat     bundles     at     the     nape,     obscures     the     englishman's     caustic     features.     new     york's     paradox     of     being     completely     invisible     amongst     a     crowd     of     a     thousand     eyes.     just     observing,     admiring     the     world     go     by.     ignoring     every     sign,     neon     and     holy     ⎯     no,     that's     your     job.     the     feeling     ruptures     a     chill     down     the     spine,     encourages     another     sharp     inhale     of     smoke.

❛❛     just     an     observation,     innit     ?     in     the     big     bloody     grand     scheme     of     things,     all     that     superhero     schtick     'n'     whatnot,     does     it     ya'know     . . .     help     ?     ❜❜         

#wonedeus. #◜ ♱ : [ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ʳᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ ʷᵒʳᵏ ] main verse. #i was reading ur carrd n headcanons !! and thought it'd be so funny if some news photographer saw diana (icon legend amazing) #and then just john trailing behind (literally just some guy who can't have a good photo taken) #just some existentialism shared over coffee lsdf #lemme know if this works or not !! sorry it took so long <3

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recordkeep-ler 2: this time it’s personal

#shitpost #the onceler #art tag #he considers himself an amateur fandom historian #no matter how much of a pain/flat-out impossible it is to dig up some of this stuff #also he could probably re-learn how to knit w time #but y’know that episode where spongebob had an existential crisis bc he forgot how to make a krabby patty? #that’s his thoughts on forgetting how to knit #anyway. sorry for the influx of onceler content i might move him to a sideblog if ppl really don’t want him on my main