SSV Raven

for @atanertheartist 🍒

i used to get sad about shit like this and how in both canon and fandom, jason is treated as the outcast nobody likes, but now it simply fuels my jason whump. please continue to treat him exactly how canon treats him, it makes for the best angst. like how in canon, the characters mistreat jason because they fundamentally misunderstand him, fans do that as well which is hilarious

Got the trinity talking about vetting JL membership and when Bruce inevitably says that Clark is too trusting, Clark breaks out the "oh yeah? well you trusted the super untrustworthy Jason Todd, so there!" as a comeback. And no one, not the champion of truth or the supposed father of said kid, objects to that statement. They just move on, accepting it as truth that Jason was a mistake that is not to be repeated.

What!? 👀

Recently Mr. Sausage has also been putting more time into his non-sausage videos, including stuff like Chicken Boiled in Nuclear Green Kool-Aid and Carbonated Eggs. Check it all out if you aren't prone to being easily grossed out.

Enjoy!!!!

(if you don't consider some of these mythical creatures please don't come for me)

And of course RIGHT as I flip to this lady’s boobs practically taking up an entire double page spread, every customer in a 5 mile radius appeared from around the corners of the shelf including the shopkeep and immediately regressing to a wet, pathetic Edwardian man from 1908, startled, I dropped the large book which caused a giant SLAP on the floor in this already silent store thus causing all patrons to look down at me scrambling on my knees to close a giant book of Edwardian boobs and let me tell you it would not have been nearly as funny had I not immediately felt like some Edwardian local pervert who just tried to sneak a cheeky peek at the erotic book in the bookstore only to drop it dramatically causing a scene, red up to his ears trying to shove it back on the shelf. Like such a casual and normal thing in modern day but looking at Edwardian women suddenly turned it into this egregious act as I apparently became possessed by the spirit of a moustached man in a bowler hat and morning coat going Good Heavens I mustn’t gaze upon these images in public lest the constable haul me away!

I swear it felt exactly like this