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proposing a new genre of fiction called an anti-romance where u r presented w a couple at the start & the story is about their emotional journey towards a catastrophic break up

will they won't they (end this farce). there's only one bed (but for some reason they don't really want to share it). out of context eavesdropping (that paints the relationship in a better light than it deserves). chasing after them to stop them getting on that plane (and stopping them from finally being free)

nobody understands my vision i don't mean any old story where a relationship fails and it's tragic or w/e i mean a story where the intention is for the audience to root for it failing the same way u root for it succeeding in a romance. & when the relationship finally implodes at the climax of the story it's all very cathartic & everybody cheers.

like have u never wanted a fictional couple to break up so badly it hurt?

I always love AUs where Oliver, Bruce and Lex all attend the same boarding school and were in the same class and he's like the third wheel. And Lex fucking hates them because Ollie and Brucie as they insist every reporter and socialite refer to them as, paint themselves as reckless, partyboys with air and champagne bubbles between their ears who throw good money after bad when Lex knows, he fucking knows, they're actual geniuses. The clueless Tweets? The revealing clothes? The highprofile love affairs? The cringe worthy fuck ups that people would totally roast him for but noooooo the world loves those two for? It's all an act. Those business deals that cut LexCorp off at the markets aren't flukes. The way Superman just happens to know about secret dealings isn't coincidence. The way they act when nobody is watching. He's heard them discuss world issues, he's seen Bruce reading philosophy and discussing Theoretical Physics with professors, Oliver can quote Goethe and speaks three languages. Lex can't prove it. But he knows. He has to attend gala after gala, function after function, charity auction after charity auction, watching Oliver try sleep with half the room while Bruce wanders about the room looking for one of his nine thousand kids, knowing that it's an act. But he's got zero evidence and all he can do is pull out the remaining hair he has watching Bruce giggle because somebody said duty because he thought he heard doody.

id like to congratulate obito and kakashi for being insane about each other in a way that is usually only reserved for the eternally inextricably intertwined gods. but no these guys managed it all by themselves without leaning on magic reincarnation nepotism. this is why their toxic murder + delusion situationship truly exemplifies the show's theme of hard work overcoming natural talent

personally i believe that the whole "if bruce kills once he'll never stop" thing is what bruce believes but this is not true. this is simply due to his ocd. in this essay i will—