mrs. pete

the true miracle of flash comics is that no one has ever suffered a fatal accident from the severe lack of lab safety protocols. jay smoked a cigarette in a lab with closed windows and an active chemical experiment. wally built a machine in a vacant lot to douse himself with chemicals (amount unspecified) and then immediately afterward electrocuted himself. then, of course, there is barry allen, a man who has never once in his life worn the appropriate safety gear when handling literally anything that would require the use of it, frequently puts weird radioactive and or potentially addictive shit in his mouth, and whose reaction to getting an entire shelf's worth of chemicals upended on him via lightning strike was to chalk it all up to an unfortunate accident and hail a taxi home without even changing his clothes. literally every single one of these idiots should be dead.

i bet it feels good as fuck to be in a band and hear gay rumors about you and the guy youre secretly having sex with

i need (abruptly stops talking & stares at some random fixed point with a vacant expression)

how are comic book fans so illiterate. it’s picture books

my 5 year plan is to get back my joy

no it’s bad