My Moral High Horse Is So Tall That I Consider Mocking Anyone To Be "punching Down". Unfortunately For

okay so i finished checking if we were friends in every universe and, uh, it turns out we're only friends in 6 of them. but look, i need you to understand these universes vary like crazy, okay? like 6 is actually insanely high, like way higher than most. and one of those is the universe where i accidentally killed the actor who played Dipsy from Teletubbies when i was 7 and my life went completely differently as a result. and we still ended up friends! also you were a girl in that universe for some reason. what? oh, uh, yeah, you were cute as hell. like really cute. did you just fucking giggle

OwO wats dis?

I’m onto you.

I am currently feeling a strong urge to hug someone. I want to smother someone with affection.

T H E H U G M O N S T E R I S H U N G R Y

Remembered the phrase "[someone] is turning in his grave", as a way of saying that someone who's now dead would so deeply disapprove of something that a living person is doing that their corpse would stir in unease.

Then I remembered an expression, "even a worm will turn", as a way of saying that no matter how downtrodden or lowly someone seems, they can nonetheless turn against their abusers and oppressors once they've had enough of it.

Then cross-contamination happened and the phrase "a worm is turning in his grave" emerged to me. I have no idea what that means.

The Whispering God- DCxDP prompt

There is a god that belongs to no pantheon. You don't pray to them as they do not need favor or give blessings by your will. They have no alter as they don't have a place they dwell.

They are only a rumor as only those that have heard him can speak of him.

It is said that you will hear him whisper in your ear a message only for you. He will tell you what is needed. His words were fate.

When Clytemnestra slayed her husband it was he who told her that it would be so and that she was right to do it. But the gods of greek denied her.

He whispered into the ear of Pierre Picaud that he was right to feel betrayed and inspired the story of the Count of Monte Cristo.

Here and there and everywhere he would whisper his words. If you listen to his words you will do something in wrath.

When a poacher kills elephants for ivory it is he who tells the elephants to stampede.

He will suggest that a plug be pulled here or a request left unfinished there.

He is considered an evil god that dwells in the back of their mind. So many disregard his existence, after all, he rarely is heard. Many don't think he exists at all.

So the only ones who have the chance to hear him are the ones willing to hear him are those desperate enough to listen.

Then there are the few to hear him well. Who feel him deep within. They are the chosen. When a human digs too deep that they catch the eyes of a divine. They are opened to a deeper understanding of the world.

Poe who saw the outline of despair and blessed with their misery. Shakespeare who wanted to create dreams made reality. And a family of bats who see feel the quiet rage of this god.

Yes, each of them has heard the call. The patriarch did not listen, however. He felt but did not answer. But his sons did.

Rage, vengeance, and the desire to correct the wrongs of this world flowed their their blood.

He squeezed the throat of the eldest boy when his hated enemy taunted him for his brother's death. He answered and took their life in return.

He chose the once dead revenant as his champion. To carry the light of vindication and create a balance where the light is dying.

The middle boy's heart was festered with indignation. He saw the dreadful arch that led before him and drove deeper in to the dark to drag truth out of it.

The only one with eyes to see him was resilient but he listens. Deep down he listens. He fights the shadows but he too will embrace them in time.

Then the youngest. He only learned through death the call. Still young he does not hear properly yet. But the whisperers will find him. They have already started showing him the way carved by the family he was born to.

Each has carried the torch into the dark. Cursed by the Whispering God. They can reject or embrace it but they must bear it unknowingly. A God that does not accept worship or acknowledgement but will not be ignored.

Because it's not fair. Revenge is justice. It is order. It is healing. It will be had.

Hypothetical New Type Of Guy:

A guy who regards "virginity" in the same way European colonialism defines "untouched nature". Nobody else who has been here before is relevant enough to matter, other men might as well not exist. Every woman that he has not personally fucked is a virgin.

The people of Fawcett know that behind the mask of Captain Marvel is a homeless kid with trust issues. Billy knows that they know. And now he and the town have this whole "I don't know Captain Marvel is a homeless kid" thing going on whenever any hero comes to Fawcett for any reason.

Flash: Dude, your town is so cool!

Marvel: Thanks. The townspeople and I are trying to make the town look more presentable.

Mrs. Wortwood: Captain, we're having a family dinner tonight. My daughter really wants to see you.

Marvel: Thanks for the offers. I'll definitely be there.

Flash: I wish I could be invited to family dinners by my townspeople, too.

Mr. Chuck: Captain, it's nice to see you at this hour.

Marvel: Evil never sleeps, at least not in Gotham.

Mr. Chuck: I see, visitors in town. I'll say hello when I see them.

Marvel: Thank you, Mr. Chuck, it was nice talking to you.

Batman: Marvel, what's a regular old man doing on the roof of a building at one in the morning?

Marvel: I don't know. He's a regular chimney sweep.

Hal: Why is that woman looking at me so weird?

Marvel: I don't know?

Miss Bambi, who saw Green Lantern playfully slap Captain on the butt: *quietly drinks tea*

Kids on the playground: Captain! We're missing a player!

Marvel: Sorry, on a mission.

Kids: Okay! Good luck!

Superman: Everyone's so sweet with you.

So yeah, they're pretty good actors. The only thing Billy doesn't know is that the townspeople have a plan for revenge if the League finds out Captain Marvel is a kid and kicks him out. They even have a kryptonite pitchfork! And plenty of fire starters. It's also worth mentioning that the magical creatures have joined in on the plan. The fairies are giggling and collecting or stealing kryptonite, giving Batman a run for his money, which makes him paranoid that someone is buying or stealing kryptonite in huge quantities. There's clearly some kind of conspiracy brewing.

The League has no idea what kind of bomb they'll detonate if they kick Captain Marvel out of the League.

"the ides of march". "neil banging out the tunes". "superputinelection"