the most fucked up thing about married straight couples in paranormal reality shows is that the husband is almost always the skeptic and the wife will be like terrified to exist in her own home and she’ll beg her husband to believe her and she’ll be crying every night and he’ll straight up look at the camera and be like “I don’t know I guess I just thought she was imagining things.”
like this is beyond belief in ghosts what it comes down to is one member of these couples was so distressed they were in tears nightly or at least weekly, BEGGING their partner to listen to them, and their partner was like “whatever this’ll blow over.”
how does your relationship survive that?? how are these people still together?? if my wife came into the room crying and told me she’d seen bill watterson, author of acclaimed comic calvin and hobbes, manifest in our kitchen and tell her he didn’t like our wallpaper, I’d like. obviously have some questions. but I’d fucking address her distress and take steps to make her feel better lmao???
these husbands are all garbage and they feel justified bc they weren’t the “crazy one” who believed in ghosts.
they were the good, logical, “sane” spouse who did rational and good things like, completely and purposefully ignore their partners’ growing and life-altering distress for months.
A dad just got mad at me because I wouldn’t call Tyrannosaurus rex “the meanest dino”.
He told his three kids that T. Rex was the “meanest dinosaur there ever was”. When they saw me, one asked if this was true.
“Well,” I said, “‘Meanness’ is hard to judge. T. rex certainly ate meat and was probably a top predator, but it’s impossible to tell from the fossil record whether it was ‘mean’. It had to eat other dinosaurs in order to survive and didn’t have a choice about that. Meanness and cruelty are human concepts that are difficult to apply to other animals, especially those that have been dead for tend millions of years.”
The dad rolled his eyes and led his kids away by the arm, leaning down to assure his son that T. Rex was definitely the meanest – just look at how big and vicious he was!
I had a flashback to first grade, when another boy tried to bully me in the library by telling me that sharks are evil, and I tried very patiently to explain why “evil” only applies to human values. He didn’t care, just called me a rude name and said he’d kill all the whales before I could study them. Eat shit, Blake.
Another frustration: white dads LOVE to challenge me when I refer to a carnivorous dinosaur specimen as “her”. They do not ask how I know its sex if I call it a “he”. This is probably the same crowd who unconsciously assume that all cats are female and dogs are male.
God forbid I tell him that most paleontologists believe that females were generally larger than males. They’re downright offended that the biggest, scariest dino might have been a girl, and that the largest and most complete T. rex fossil found to date has an effeminate name like “Sue”!
dc fandom has been redeemed by 99% of the fandom siding with riddler over joker
to be fair its kinda like being asked to choose between a delicious slice of cake and a kick in the crotch with ice skates
I bet even Batman likes Riddler. He gets the call that Riddler’s broken out of Arkham and is terrorizing the city, and he’s like “Oh, good. I get to give my mind a workout and keep Eddie from doing anything too stupid. I’ll bring the kids. They could use some critical thinking training.”
Ahh, the riddler. Just remember, in the Arkham games, he’s just “hey batman, I hid question marks. Can you find them?” And then just wandered off. No murder no mayhem. Just puzzles.
Crack headcanon (after seeing this) that Greed’s compulsive need to possess things doesn’t stop when he’s got a little bit of everything. He’s more of an all-of-one-thing-at-a-time kinda guy.
Like he and his chimeras hear about this thrift store over the radio. And they walk in and it’s just awful filthy clothes, awful filthy furniture, awful filthy knick-knacks as far as the eye can see. And Roa comes over like “See anything you want, boss?” And Greed nods once. “What do you think?” Roa sighs, defeated, and goes to fetch the wheelbarrows.
Several stores in Dublith have “going out of business, everything must go” sales over the years. They all talk. They all know that if they ever have such a sale, some weird guy in a puffy vest and sunglasses will show up with a posse of thugs just to…buy everything. Book store? Cleaned out. Lawn care accessories? Gone. Wig shop? You bet your ass puffy vest dude is leaving with 200 neon colored wigs.
One day when there’s not much going on, Dolcetto suggests they visit the pound. (He likes watching the dogs, okay? It’s normal.) And Greed tags along because he’s bored too, until he sees this little girl and her family adopt a puppy. He finds an employee, points to the cages all “…Are those for sale?” And the lady working there nods. “Yup. In fact we need them to get adopted. We’ve been having issues finding homes for them, and they have to get put down if no one takes them. We’ve lowered the price to 100 cenz per dog” Greed thinks about this, crosses his arms, nods. “Give me all of them.”
They expand the lair to this abandoned chunk of lawn that used to be part of a now-foreclosed house. No one knows why there are suddenly 50 dogs living in this lot, but the strange tattooed folk who come and go keep them fed and exercised. One of these thugs gets down on all fours and runs around with them, and that strange guy with the sunglasses and pointy teeth likes sitting in the center of the dogpile letting the dogs climb over him and lick his face while he declares, “Yes! I own all of you!” so generally people aren’t too worried for the health and well-being of the dogs.
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