All the Bonds.
This is fantastic.
Realizing the Bonds are like Americans version of Doctor Who…just more killing and a lot more sex
James bond is fucking British dude.
did someone really just think that james bond is american
did someone really think James Bond kills more people than the doctor
but what really kills me
is that you don’t remember anything (anything at all)
that we used to be.
That I live and you are gone
#thanks satan #I warn you all #don’t think about spock prime for too long #don’t think about how he’s lost everyone he’s ever loved #how he lost his other half and all his friends #don’t think about how nobody will even remember them but him #that he is the only proof they even existed at all#him and a small holovid pendant #of a certain man singing ‘happy birthday’
This girl is insane, I think
> It gets stranger and stranger as it goes.
> Her neighbors must hate her.
I don’t know what exactly is going on but I know If my carpet ever gets dirty I know who I’m going to call.
Wait, I thought this was a local thing. You, Bri, Beth, is this local and it just got a lot of attention, or am I wrong?
I would call Stanley’s steamers right away.
I have a million things I want to say. About how Ted was the best guy ever. Until the bastard who introduced us, Max Lord, killed him.
I want to thank Diana for killing Max. Not exactly the right sentiment in a church, so I pass. Or tell Barbara that she was the love of Ted’s life. Not that she returned the feeling. Or even tell Guy that despite the fact that he treated us like we were below him - Ted actually liked him.
But then I wonder…why did they treat Ted like he didn’t matter? Like he wasn’t good enough to be in their new “oh-so-superior” Justice League? Or that their constant put downs and insults hurt? Or that part of being a god means you should act like you have some class?
And then there’s Batman. The toughest of them all. Because if not for him and that damn Brother Eye satellite he shot into space…Ted would still be alive.
There’s so much I want to say. So much that needs to be said. But in typical Michael Carter fashion, where every victory is turned into defeat…
…I come up empty.
Some friend I am. Bad enough that I wasn’t there to save him. Now, at his funeral…
…I can’t find the means to pay proper tribute.
I’m sorry, Ted.
I’m so, so sorry.