Baffling How Much Of This Site Is Just Conservative Protestantism With A Gay Hat

baffling how much of this site is just conservative protestantism with a gay hat

Damirae shippers are so salty under that tweet about bbrae new comic. They really live in a parallel universe just like their dead ship lmao. Raven is Dick's and all the other titans age! Accept it is a creep ship and doesn't work in the main universe.

As someone who’s strongly against problematic and abusive ships I don’t understand where the idea that BBrae is toxic and abusive comes from when it’s Beast Boy’s and Raven’s healthiest relationship. Their relationship is especially health in the comics.

Most people know and ship their relationship from the cartoon and it’s still good in the cartoon but their relationship is much better in the comics. Raven and Beast Boy’s relationship is develop better in the comics. Their relationship is very different in the comics. They actually don’t have that opposites attract thing like they have in the show, they actually have alot in common in the comics like having a tragic past and messed up family but they deal with it differently which helps each other out. It made sense to make them a couple when they became canon in the comics. They have great chemistry together. Beast Boy is always there for Raven. They bring out the best in each other.

I understand being against toxic relationships but the people who say their relationship is toxic and abusive don’t seem to be genuine cause no else calls BBrae toxic and abusive, not even the people who call out problematic ships call it toxic. Only the people who hate BBrae call it toxic. They’re only calling it toxic cause they hate it and hate that its popular. BBrae isn’t toxic or abusive it’s a very health relationship.

If DC weren’t hacks.

Comic!Guardians are an underappreciated medium byeeeeee

(comics) fic preview

Peter isn’t expecting anything. 

Well, technically that’s not true. He’s expecting to gamble and get drunk, to spend some time with his friends and forget all the weird, horrible shit of the past few…hell, he can’t even remember how long it’s been since the whole mess started. Or where he’d actually place the beginning.

But hey, that puts him ahead of the game on the forgetting part. He’s doing pretty well on the drunk part too, head pleasantly floaty, the room going extra bright and colorful and just a little bit spinny around him. 

What he’s not doing so well with is the gambling part, and also the spending time with his friends part. So far, in the time it’s taken him to get moderately drunk, he’s managed only to spot Groot already deep into one of the games. The rest of the time he’s been wandering somewhat aimlessly around the casino, definitely not looking for Gamora, who’s been conspicuously absent since they docked on the Planet of Sin.

He isn’t worried about her, he tells himself. He isn’t worried that she’s somehow managed to turn traitor after all, or that some crazed holdout of the ridiculously fanatical ‘kill Gamora for things she technically didn’t do’ army has managed to find her. He isn’t worried that she’s snapped, run away again of her own volition, overwhelmed by guilt and paranoia. And he definitely isn’t worried that she’s avoiding him because he’s finally managed to blurt out the dumbass love confession he’s been trying to drown in booze and bitterness for weeks. He’s especially un-worried about that last part because, like he’d told her, he isn’t expecting anything.

So he’s definitely not, in any way, shape, or form, expecting it when he turns away from watching a Krylorian poker game and finds her standing there in a skin tight dress, every inch of which is covered in black sequins. Her hair is loose, for once, and it’s even curled, which is…well, something he doesn’t have words for at the moment because she’s taken away his ability to do anything but stand there gaping like a fish.

Gamora arches an eyebrow and rests a hand on one hip, a familiar sort of friendly challenge in her posture. “What?”

“Uh…” He continues to stand there staring as about a billion possible responses run through his mind before, predictably, the dumbest one decides to fall right out of his mouth. “I didn’t know you owned any dresses.”

She shrugs, smirking. “I didn’t. But it seemed…fitting for my purpose.”

“Which is?” he prompts, downing the last of the drink he’s nearly forgotten he was holding.

“Seducing you,” says Gamora, like it’s obvious.

“Uh…” he says again, blinking at her dumbly.

It just keeps on happening