Noir Detective Bruce Wayne

I was talking with a friend about all the absolutely raw quotes on Tumblr and the random places they come from, like that one post with the mushrooms that says “you can’t kill me in any way that matters”. This brought up the philosophical discussions that turn into nonsense and back again yet keep making some semblance of sense the whole time so you love it and you hate it, the silly things that turn deep and philosophical, and the logical/illogical logic chains that refer to or resemble Diogenes’ “behold a man” moment.

Anyway, Tumblr is the lunatic’s philosophy sandbox.

A little blob ghost buddy I drew today.

And for my next trick, I will swallow the universe!

If my body is made of cells, does that make me a prison for very tiny criminals?

Is anyone else just constantly delighted by descriptions of or references to John Constantine as a sad trench coat man?

What is the purpose of a mouth if not to scream?

Riddler is such an OCDiva.

D’awww, she’s adorable! 💕 Many thanks for your generosity!

Happy anniversary of the day of your birth! 🎊

Might I request a mini witch from your stand? I would be most delighted to adopt a witchgirl named Cecily.

There you have it! You got a good one, Cecily is playful but she will help you with your homework or other things :3

I really wish there were more good fics, especially long ones, about Klarion, or at least where he’s more than a throwaway character/villain.

A Clown met a Doctor at the asylum one day, and asked if she wanted to be free. The Doctor replied that it was the Clown who was the prisoner, but alas, she was already intrigued. The Doctor spoke with the Clown again, and again, as he told her of the freedom of the mind, from limits, from morals, from sanity. Carefully the Clown led the Doctor closer and closer to the edge. He told her he loved her, but he laughed as he said it. Down, down, down… The Doctor fell and was reborn, a Jester after his image.