Dunno How To Put It Properly Into Words But Lately I Find Myself Thinking More About That Particular

hot fucking take but instead of the 'Jason settling down and agreeing that killing is bad always' give me a Jason who drastically cuts back on who he kills but STILL kills. give me a Jason after a long and messy reconciliation that is like 'listen Bruce, i get it, you're too good and too kind and too goddamn hopeful to believe that some people are just rotten to the core. that's ok, i get it now, and i'll do it for you. because i'm not good like you. i'll kill the people that won't change, i'll be what Gotham needs sometimes, the one thing you can't bring yourself to be' and he's not even mad. everyone says Robin's the brightness to Batman's darkness but Jason didn't come back as Robin, he's fine with being the knife in the dark, the real monster.

and a Bruce who is utterly gutted by this. he wants Jason to never kill because he remembers the bright little boy who would have hated what he became, wants Jason to not kill because he never wants Jason to wake up loathing himself for the blood on his hands and not just because he can't stand the philosophy that some people aren't worth saving he knows Jason doesn't think of himself as good most days and he doesn't think this philosophy is helping that any.

they're two ships always passing the night and never quite meeting but goddamn they build bridges and long as they have to be to stay in each other's lives.

Happy Ides of March!!

edit: omg i’m a fool pill but not pull 😭😭

edit edit: pill bug** please why can’t i spellll

“First season of LEVERAGE - so he's 21 years old - he shows me his watch designs. I'm expecting, y' know, celebrity strap branding or faces. No, it's engineering schematics of GEARS and shit. Pages of them. Even then, there were none so cool.” - John Rogers

truly evil shit

*through gritted teeth* every day i choose to be kind *barely restraining myself from violence* i choose to have compassion *tamping down the vicious bloodlust inside me* i choose to care and to be kind and to love

Lately I've been thinking about the ways that families, and society, just aren't taught to celebrate queer people.

Probably the most significant life change that my sister experienced as a young adult was getting married to her husband. They are both lovely people, and their marriage was celebrated by an expensive formal ceremony surrounded by friends and family. There was catering and beautiful clothing and a hired band and dancing and photographers. My sister and her husband were surrounded by people who loved them, and were expressing their love and their joy. It was considered normal and natural for the occasion to be marked, and marked well.

The most significant life change I've experienced to this point in adulthood has been coming out as trans. Like my sister, I bought outfits for the occasion (but wardrobe essentials rather than a wedding dress). Also like my sister, I filled out paperwork to change my legal name (although the process was significantly longer and more expensive in my case, and the change was met with confusion and annoyance rather than congratulations). The similarities ended there. There was no party. No one congratulated me. There was no sense of celebration. Just the relief of "Thank hell the paperwork's over with," and the exhaustion of having to repeatedly remind disinterested relatives about names and pronouns and Gender Studies 101. Years later, most of my family still misgenders me behind my back, and frequently to my face. Not "on purpose." They just don't care enough to learn.

But hot damn, coming out means something, motherfucker. Queer self-discovery is hard and it is long, and it is an achievement. It deserves to be recognized, and to be celebrated.

Looking back, I wish I had celebrated. I wish I had dressed up and insisted on a family dinner at a nice restaurant. I wish I had told people to send me congratulatory greeting cards. I wish I had demanded to be celebrated. But it didn't occur to me, much less to my family members. That's the extent to which we are taught to ignore the significance of queer experiences. I went through a journey that transformed my life, and it didn't even occur to me to celebrate.

And even if it had, I would have had to celebrate alone, at least in spirit. Because the same people who were so excited to show up and celebrate my sister's marriage, this major milestone of her adulthood, just fundamentally did not care about the milestone I had reached. They barely acknowledged it; it didn't match their own experiences, and so they didn't recognize its importance. Crucially: they didn't offer me congratulations or celebration, because they were never taught to. And that's a pile of rubbish. All this to say:

Celebrate queer family & friends with the same gusto you celebrate cishets.

Bitch.

Batman VS Everyone

If Batman gets prep time, so does everyone else

choosing to allocate spoons to hanging out and having a good time at the cost of perfectly completing all your work is not a failing it is in fact an act of survival. “too sick to work = too sick to play” is in fact ableist bullshit that you don’t have to buy into. and the fact that leisure time is treated like a privilege is a fucking travesty

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