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who has given my friend Derick some love recently with his stories and artwork. He has like 11 followers and deserves more considering the amount of original posts and overall effort put into his works. I’ve worked with this guy for over a year now and he has grown to be one of my better friends.
I don’t know many people who can translate their random thoughts into words as well as he does; I know I fucking can’t. He writes darker/disturbing shit, so don’t bother following him if you’re a softy.
Anywho, thanks again. He sure is appreciative. And uhh, support your fellow writers, especially the ones who have the ability to infect you with very strong emotions, such as the ones that make you think what the fuck did I just read…
Sometimes Bruce gets a little upset and emo…
I get so mad sometimes,
I’m forever alone.
The Justice League is on my dick,
But I won’t pick up the phone.
I get all the ladies when I play pretend,
But they don’t like me,
they just want my money to spend.
It’s not even like I’d be able to get into it when when I poke her,
She’d be screaming “Bruce Wayne!”
But I’d just be thinking about Joker,
And how to defeat him,
And how I’m the one for this city.
But today I feel shitty.
I don’t get enough sleep,
I don’t have time to eat,
I miss my parents,
And no one’s there to hug me when I weep.
Alfred is my only friend and he thinks I’m a loser, chronic masturbator ‘cus I’m always on the computer.
But I’m not a loser,
I know Catwoman wants the dick,
And I know I can do her,
But I’m not that slick…
So yeah maybe I do slap my chicken in front of the computer,
And release my emotions into the end of a sock.
Man, I suck.
I should just hang up the suit,
I don’t have super strength,
I don’t have lasers to shoot.
I can’t teleport or fly,
I’m not a superhero…
I’m just a lonely guy.
Isn’t it scary to stay still as the world runs its current leaving you alone in a sea of self-doubt? Fear is what drives me to swim with the wave. It drives me to grow farther and farther away from you. I want to pull you with me, but we’d never make it to the shore. I’d ask you to swim with me but I know you’d just ask me to stay.
Why won’t you swim with me? I’m scared too! I don’t know where the fuck I’m going. I can be going towards or away from the shore. I don’t give a shit as long as I’m going somewhere… But you just want to tread water. You’re comfortable with it.
You remind me of what I said. How I’d never leave you. So I stay. I know I’ll eventually get tired, but you’re happy. My mind wanders and I begin to think of how foolish I was to try and swim. Your self-doubt is contagious and it consumes me. I would have never made it to the shore.
I forget what I once wanted to do. I just look at your smile and match it. We’re happy and I’m fortunate to drown with you. I just wish I fortunate enough to live with you. My thoughts are lost as we are forgotten in the sea.
What do you guys think about him being casted?
How do you think the movie is gonna play out?
So, although the whole Ben Affleck/Batman thing has calmed down a bit, people who know me as a comic nerd still come up to me and sing the same song: “So what do you think about Ben Affleck being casted as the new Batman?” They ask it with a grin, waiting to bash him with me. But I always surprise them by saying “I think he’ll do fine.”
Honestly, and this will be an unpopular opinion, I thought Daredevil was pretty enjoyable. I wish Colin Farrell captured Bullseye’s insanity in a less over-the-top manner and that Elektra was just a minor character. I loved Michael Clarke Duncan’s Kingpin. He has such a presence to him. I would have liked it if his character’s intelligence was displayed a bit more.
I could go on and on, but this post isn’t about Daredevil. The only reason I mentioned it is because it’s the go-to movie to insult.
"Ben Affleck ruined Daredevil." etc. etc.
He wasn’t great, but there were a fuck lot more things wrong with that movie than the casting. The writing was lazy, the romance felt corny to me, and there were a few scenes where I just wanted to punch Affleck in the face. That being said, it was enjoyable and there were some very Batman-esk scenes. My favorite was when Ben/Matt Murdock is showering and his many scars are revealed, showing that he was very much just a man in a suit. Sound familiar?
Anyways, I’m done with DD.
Lemme ask you…what do you think the difficulty level is for acting as the Batman? Seriously?
Considering the fact that Batman wears a costume and lurks in the shadows, not much is expected acting-wise. He needs a powerful voice, great eye and mouth gestures, and a great presence. That’s it. Ben Affleck is very much capable of doing this. He just needs to bulk up and work on his voice (anything other than Christian Bale’s best imitation of the Godfather would do). It is a lot more difficult to play the part of Bruce Wayne. He’s a billionaire, playboy. He needs to be likable. So yeah that’s about it.
Ben Affleck can do all these things. Would he have been my first pick for Batman? Hell no lol. But everyone who matters thinks he would be great, and they’re the ones telling the story. So I trust that they know what they are doing. I remember the last time people got butthurt over casting a very unlikely actor to play one of our favorite comic book villains…
We also seem to forget that this isn’t a Batman movie. Henry Cavill is still the title character. His performance as Superman was fine, but it didn’t blow anyone out of the water. Yet people will bitch if Affleck’s performance as Batman is anything less than amazing. It’s not like Christian Bale set the bar that high. His fighting moves were clumsy looking, his voice was lol, but he still played the part great. I think Affleck will do well with what he is given. It’s all about the writing. Let’s just hope it’s a good story.
So I just wanted to talk about some ish.
My girlfriend and I have very different personalities. Here’s a picture of us. She’s wearing our beautiful anniversary necklace, and I’m looking like a moron:
My name is Steve and I’d like to think that I’m a pretty happy guy. I have a laid back nature and don’t like to worry about things.
On an ideal day, I’d be a silly bitch and take nothing serious. Like nothing at all. I have the capacity to be SO happy. Simple shit like playing mindless video games or driving with music blasting makes me a happy Steve. I don’t even need physical stimuli to be happy. I can think of crazy things and crazy adventures and whatever and be totally happy. I love laughing. I love making people laugh. Theseeee are someee of my favorite things.
My girlfriend’s name is Ari. She’s a lot more serious than I am. By a long shot. She worries about shit, too much in my opinion…but that’s coming from someone who doesn’t worry about much, and she doesn’t come off as happy as I feel I do. She lets a lot of things bother her. Trivial things sometimes.
So, lets put our personalities in a scenario:
I wake up. I’m happy. I lay down for a bit and study my social medias. Still happy. I watch t.v., play a video game, eat, w.e. Still happy. I almost always wake up happy. Then I see her and my happiness spikes into a higher happiness. I’m so happy that I wanna be silly and make her laugh because laughing makes me extremely happy. She usually laughs and w.e. Still happy.
Then she’ll do one of two things. Tell me about something that has made her upset or try to talk about something serious with me. If the thing that made her upset isn’t a big deal to me I’ll tell her not to worry about it and continue to be happy. If the serious thing isn’t that serious to me I’ll say something stupid and continue to be happy. That’s when she gets bothered. When she gets bothered, I get bothered. Then I get upset pretty quickly because I lost my happy. Then we’re both unhappy. And that’s how our little arguments begin.
It’s funny because when you read my perspective on both of our personalities, mine may seem like the better. This is completely wrong. I need to be serious sometimes and I need to worry about shit sometimes. Those are weak points in my personality.
As for her, maybe she could try and not let things bother her as much.
Now that I’ve talked about how our personalities clash, I want to talk about how beautiful it is.
As happy as I am, some things do fuck with me. Things upset me in a big way. I’m very sensitive. When this happens, I know I can talk to her. She is a great listener and she often gives good advice.
As serious as she is, she loves laughing and smiling. I can do that for her. I’ll do it forever. I love her and she loves me.
We work well together and uhm yeah that’s all I wanted to talk about.
People are different. In good and bad ways. Together we’re like…an alpha person. K I’m done.
I haven’t met the surface yet,
I don’t think I ever will,
But I know I have to try,
At least I think I do.
I have been at it for so long,
My arms and legs are tired,
I can’t hold my breath much longer,
Why am I even trying?
I wait a moment,
Let go of my body,
And begin to violently choke.
I open my eyes,
Let them burn,
And hold my breath again.
A smile grows on my face,
As I begin to think of her.
She meant so much to me,
I guess she’ll never know.
My smile fades away,
As I begin to fade away,
The sea is eager to take me,
I let my lungs fill,
And close my eyes.
With no last words,
And no goodbyes.
Ok so I had a dream where I lived in an apartment full of girls. My girlfriend’s apartment was a few houses away. So I walked over because I wanted to go to the super market with her. So I asked her and she said sure. Then she hopped on her horse.
So I walked all the way back to my home and looked for my horse but I couldn’t find it. I tried searching everyone’s backyards and ran into a horse that looked like mine only it had a second head…a fucking camel head. It was a camelhorse. And next to him was another horse only it was very tiny with a giant ugly mouth. And hovering above both of them was a giant lizard with a gross fish head. I ran the fuck away. Then I remembered I sold the horse, and I woke up.
Alone I sit in this shitty house
No friends or nothing but this shitting mouse
I blow chunks of leftover meat
Then watch the mouse and beat my meat
I gaze up at the ceiling
While spewing bucket loads of semen
A glob of cum drips into my mouth
And the rest falls apon the mouse
The mouse now trying to dodge my slime
Gets splashed with my juice every time
I seeThe mouse now gasping for air
But my continuos stream shows how much I care
I give my slimy meat one last beat
And from my wang flows a river of skeet
The mouse now buried under a grave of spew
Now there’s only one thing left to do
…get a job
What the fuck is this? Like what the fuck. Fuck.
I kinda wanna gouge my eyes out.
An anon kindly asked me to give some info on a few of DC’s greatest assassins because of the 8 assassins that will be one of the focuses of the upcoming Batman game, Arkham Origins.
Deathstroke has already been confirmed as one of the assassins hired by the Black Mask to eliminate Bats.
Here are some of the possibilities (keep in mind that Arkham Origins will be a prequel to the other two games so anything goes):
So Lady Shiva is a martial arts grandmaster who specializes in taking down opponents with her bare hands. Her origins revolve around her and her mission to track down and kill her sister’s murderer. She eventually becomes a master assassin.
Merlyn is Green Arrow’s arch-nemesis. He has all the skills that his green counterpart does, only he’s EVILLLLLL. Merlyn’s second encounter with the Green Lantern was actually during Merlyn’s attempt to assassinate Batman. So it’d make a lot of sense if he was trying to kill the Bats in the upcoming game.
He’s a highly trained assassin who helped train a young Bruce Wayne in different forms of combat. He wanted to create the perfect assassin by training children and stuff. He failed miserably so he decided to raise and train his own child. So he banged Lady Shiva and made Cassandra Cain aka Batgirl aka Black Bat.
The Mad Dog:
One of David Cain’s earlier failures, the Mad Dog was basically just thrown away into the wild. He still retained the combat training he grew up with and is a very capable assassin.
An expert marksman. He’s usually a hired assassin and brags about never missing.
The Red Hood:
This was the Joker’s alias before he fell into the vat of chemicals and became the Joker. He was a minor crime boss kinda guy but it’d be cool if he was one of the assassins. It could somehow lead into the other games once Batman corners him and accidentally leads him to fall into the chemicals.
Vandal Savage is an immortal man whose origins date back to 50,000 B.C. He’s an expert martial artist and genius and a dick.
He is a frustrated athlete who turns to crime…so he uses his sporty skills to uhh his advantage…
Black Spider can be implemented in the video game with a twist. He is a double agent who pretends to help out Black Mask by fucking up a ball in Wayne’s Manor. His real goal is to kill Black Mask, but is stopped by the Batman. This incident cuts up Black Spider’s face which ends up looking like a web, so that’s the origin of his name. He becomes a baddy and hates Batman. So like, he can be one of the first assassins and then once his plan fails to kill Black Mask, he can return to kill the Batman at another point of the game. Idk, just an idea.
I’m done, I’m fucking tired.
Hope at least one of these are used Anon.
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