mad reads comic

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“We’ve all selected the wrong partners, all gotten hurt, and hopefully all moved on wiser for the experience. But there are those who, even in the face of constant disappointment, continue to believe that the intensity of their desire will be rewarded by an eventual jackpot of affection. And if that’s the slot machine you’re playing, friend, you’d better leave the casino ‘cause that one don’t pay out”
-Paul Dini

BATMAN ADVENTURES: MAD LOVE (Feb. 1994)
Art by Bruce Timm & Rick Taylor
Words by Paul Dini

So apparently the chess comic bothered and annoyed everyone because they thought I meant that Kirk was dumb and I had no idea I feel really bad and awful

I’m 100% certified Fake Geek Girl. I live for the romantic subplot. I liked the movies better than the comics. (Soz, I don’t really get comic books.) A gamer? Sure, I’ve had five-generation dynasties in The Sims. No, I haven’t read the book and I’m NOT GOING TO. I don’t give a shit if the reboot contradicts an obscure part of the novelization canon from the mid-90s. Fantasy’s not my thing. The character customization screen is always my fave part of a game. I hate grind. I’ve never finished a series of Star Trek. I LIVE FOR THE ROMANTIC SUBPLOT. 

100% real about being 100% fake and you cannot even begin to fathom the lack of fucks I have about it bothering you. Do not even think about trying to tell me how to like what I like.

Comic Relief

@rubylipz @kashymcgraaaa i don’t know why i wrote this please don’t ask me why i wrote this i just really love comic books 


           Kara didn’t know what she was expecting when she started dating Lena Luthor, but it certainly wasn’t the huge nerd that Lena secretly was. Sure, her apartment was filled with textbooks and reference books on astrophysics and microbiology, but Lena Luthor had a floor-to-ceiling wall of shelves in her bedroom dedicated to comic books, video game characters and collectibles. Which is why Kara found herself spending more and more time in Lena’s bedroom, for a completely innocent set of reasons.

           Barbara Gordon had been a valuable resource to Kara time and time again, and seeing a series of comic books on Lena’s shelves made Kara excited to pore over them, especially since Batgirl was really just a text message away. Kara had talked to Kate Kane once or twice when the formidable woman had dropped in to check in on the National City branch of the DEO, and reverently reading through the Batwoman comic books made Kara feel less isolated, especially with Batwoman’s connection with the LGBT community. In her time off, Kara often found herself absorbed in the array of superheroes stories that were painstakingly organized by Lena, and she was quick to put them back in their place before her girlfriend got home. Kara wasn’t sure why, but she felt like she was intruding whenever she took a comic book off of its shelf, and she was always very careful with them, putting them back exactly where she had found them. Eventually though, Lena came home early one evening to find Kara, in a tank top and a pair of sweats, poring over a Wonder Woman comic.

           “Hey, Kara.” Lena’s voice floated through the apartment into the bedroom, and Kara froze, still sitting on the floor with the book open in her lap. The blonde could hear Lena approaching her bedroom, and panic coursed through her. Crap, crap, crap, crap. “Whatcha doing?” Lena padded into the bedroom, pressing a soft kiss to the blonde’s cheek. Kara stiffened slightly, still frozen on the floor as Lena sat down next to her.

           “Sorry. Sorry. I should’ve asked. I know. I’m so sorry.” Words tumbled out of Kara’s mouth as she finally spoke, closing the book and gently placing it on the floor beside her. Lena frowned as she looked over at the blonde.

           “What are you apologizing for?” The brunette leaned over to pick up the comic, grinning as she saw the cover. “This is one of my favourites. This entire series is so well done.” Kara snuck a glance over at her girlfriend, who looked completely carefree.

           “Wait, you’re not mad that I’m reading your comics?” Kara flushed, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly.

           “Kara, why would I be mad? I just thought you might not have any interest in them, seeing as you’re basically a walking comic book anyway.” Lena chuckled, pressing her lips gently to Kara’s. Kara melted into the kiss, humming softly as she pulled away.

           “I thought you were like…going to be super protective of your nerd stuff.” Kara muttered, blushing. “Alex was really mad when I read her comic books when we were kids.” Lena laughed quietly, pulling the blonde into her lap and kissing her again, pulling her close.

           “I think that I would just be super embarrassed if anyone found out about my ‘nerd stuff’.” The CEO grinned and turned slightly pink. “But you’re not going to tell anyone, are you, Supergirl?” Lena raised an eyebrow at the blonde and the blonde smiled back, before threading her fingers through dark brown hair and kissing Lena deeply.

           “No, but it’s nice to know I have blackmail should I ever need it.” The blonde murmured against Lena’s ear, nipping gently. “Besides,” Kara snickered, “you have an awful lot of Supergirl comics up on that shelf too.”

nemesiskismet  asked:

Oh can I get on the mad at Wheaton train for an entirely different reason? Grrr. I'm so mad I couldn't read that comic on my dashboard easily. I had to do THREE extra clicks! RAWR. I blame Wil Wheaton and not Tumblr. *stomps feet*

NO WAIT COME BACK I’LL CHANGE.

“MEMORY’S SO TREACHEROUS. ONE MOMENT YOU’RE LOST IN A CARNIVAL OF DELIGHTS, WITH POIGNANT CHILDHOOD AROMAS , THE FLASHING NEON OF PUBERTY, ALL THAT SENTIMENTAL CANDY-FLOSS 

THE NEXT , IT LEADS YOU SOMEWHERE YOU DON’T WANT TO GO…

…SOMEWHERE DARK AND COLD, FILLED WITH THE DAMP, AMBIGUOUS SHAPES OF THINGS YOU’D HOPED WERE FORGOTTEN. 

MEMORIES CAN BE VILE, REPULSIVE LITTLE BRUTES. LIKE CHILDREN, I SUPPOSE. HAHA. 

BUT CAN WE LIVE WITHOUT THEM? MEMORIES ARE WHAT OUR REASON IS BASED UPON. IF WE CAN'T FACE THEM, WE DENY REASON ITSELF!

ALTHOUGH, WHY NOT? WE AREN'T CONTRACTUALLY TIED DOWN TO RATIONALITY! 

THERE IS NO SANITY CLAUSE! 

SO WHEN YOU FIND YOURSELF LOCKED ONTO AN UNPLEASANT TRAIN OF THOUGHT, HEADING FOR THE PLACES IN YOUR PAST WHERE THE SCREAMING IS UNBEARABLE, REMEMBER THERE’S ALWAYS MADNESS.

MADNESS IS THE EMERGENCY EXIT… 

YOU CAN JUST STEP OUTSIDE, AND CLOSE THE DOOR ON ALL THOSE DREADFUL THINGS THAT HAPPENED. YOU CAN LOCK THEM AWAY… 

FOREVER.”

-Alan Moore, The Killing Joke