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Fiyero:
Meeting Dorothy
Meeting the Tin Man
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Dimitri Sirenko, “Faith and Fate”, 2020
Oil on canvas, 60 x 91cm
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When you're angry at the characters, the story is well-written. When you're angry at the writers, it is not.
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“Jason is a hypocrite for attacking children” well yes, but also, devil’s advocate point: I don’t think he counts non civilian children under his “no kids” rule. Like his problem with Bruce is much less that he wasn’t protected as a child and much more that he wasn’t avenged as a son. It’s very Ancient Greek. But no if you’re dressing up kids in those little costumes and putting them on the frontlines they’re getting the smoke too :/. Also he’s like 19 during the utrh era Tim and Mia are lowkey his peers
#plus on that ancient greek thing#Jason did not look at Bruce for caretaking because unfortunately he learned too early to do it for himself#but he sure as hell thought he deserved to be loved so powerfully that it'd shatter the land#it's how he loves after all#How could you not see that your son's murderer is irredeemable?#How can you place a chance of healing however slim above the atrocities he did?
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tired: mermaids are all women
wired: much like elves, merfolk are mistaken by sailors for being all women because they have long hair and are very pretty
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Dinner
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I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.
My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813
*electric guitar riff*
And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like
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My girlfriend is turning 32 soon…
I’ve told her not to get her hopes up. “After all,” I say, “we’re only going to celebrate it for half a minute” when she asked what in the world I was talking about, I pointed out “This is your thirty-second birthday”
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I fucking hate James Tissot’s paintings because in ALL OF THEM there is ALWAYS someone staring right at you, but it’s not always immediately visible. You just feel watched by this mf. Sometimes the little shit is right there at the centre, but others the bastard is just gazing from the distance, it is CREEPY, my guys
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Demons and monsters that torture people because they feed on human suffering are so dumb. People are suffering everywhere my guy go literally any place and take a deep whiff.
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i’m not sure i’m ever going to continue this so i might as well just post it here- context is this is an au where willis todd survives prison only to be released after jason’s death, and, while grieving is confronted by a devastated bruce wayne looking for someone else to blame. they end up forming some terrible friendship instead.
this snippet takes place post-utrh, after bruce tells willis everything that happened, too late. born out of my & @boyfridged’s dms :)
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Bruce waits.
For tears, again, or horror, or at least surprise. A reaction, if the man cannot manage judgment or absolution. But Willis just keeps staring at the bloodied batarang on the table between them, face clear of all expression. Bruce thinks, again, of Jason’s desperate anger; wonders, for a second, if the last time he had ever seen Jason’s face as blank as his father’s was now was when Bruce was holding his corpse. He does not quite manage not to flinch.
“You don’t seem surprised,” Bruce says finally, because if someone does not end the silence he worries they will somehow be suspended in it forever, a purgatory toeing the line of hell. His ears still ring with the explosion. His arms still ache with a ruined weight both too light and far, far too heavy. They have never stopped aching.
“That’s because I’m not,” Willis replies, voice as empty of inflection as his expression. “I considered killing myself in front of you every day for the first year I knew you.”
Bruce does not know what to respond. He does not try.
Willis looks up at him then, finally, meeting Bruce’s eyes for the first time since he had found out it made Bruce uncomfortable, and he knows it’s on purpose. There is anger after all, in Willis’s eyes, the same eyes Jason has, the same eyes Bruce, somehow, inexplicably has, and the sharp edge of it scrapes some more of Bruce from his body.
“I’m starting to think I should have killed you instead,” Willis says, and it’s so matter-of-fact that it feels worse than a threat.
Bruce’s throat has gone tight. Words are starting to get out of reach, the well of them drying up. “You are not a violent man,” he manages.
“And neither was my son!” Willis shouts, slamming a hand onto the table. The batarang rattles, metal against metal. Like a pipe. Like a crowbar. Like everything gone wrong. “Not before you!”
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such a raw-ass pose. do you think they were asked to pose like this or they just did that
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Ideal dickbats and goodmom Talia co-parenting dynamic send post
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anyway speaking of Brad Wayne some suggestions as to how he should find out abt the rest of the Batfamily:
- finds out about Bruce &
Brad: GUYS HOLY FUCK DID YOU KNOW DAD IS THE BATMAN
Everyone:
Tim: OH MY GOD. BRUCE IS THE BATMAN?? THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE
Brad: right??
Tim: did any of you know about this??
Damian, sick of both their shit: yes. I did.
Tim & Brad: whaaaaat!!
- stumbles on the Batcave by sheer blind luck & then is like 'guys... don't freak out but... i think Batman might have been secretly living under your house'
Dick: wow this is crazy
Brad: I know right?? should we tell Bruce?
Dick: hmm better not. He'll freak out. won't be good for his blood pressure
Brad: you're so right
- he finds out Damian is Robin before he finds out Bruce is Batman and freaking out like 'Damian oh my god! this is so dangerous! Dad's gonna be so mad at you when he finds out!!'
- finds out about each of their superhero identities one by one and is completely blindsided every time. he's just like yoooo what are the chances!!
*after everyone else's identity is out*
Brad: well I guess you and me are the only normal guys in the family huh
Duke, looking directly into the camera:
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