hey if ur reading this and ur in a bad spot mentally or anything i hope u feel better soon and have a good day ✨⭐️✨
It’s strange whenever someone is a problem you can usually just block them out, exept for when their family. Then your just stuck with them and it’s the worst experience ever. ~Anon
A thing that irks me about the way certain DC fans discuss canon is they’ll read a run that best fits their interpretation of a given character and then they’ll use that to correct others based on that run alone.
I’m fairly new to the comics but I’ve been reading a lot of them lately— I jump around as I see fit— but what I’ve learned is that canon is barely canon half the time. Sure there will be time’s where things that are completely fanon become widespread like Tim’s coffee addiction but it feels like so many of these arguments about characterization come from a miscommunication.
I’m going to use Nightwing as an example bc he’s my fav but Nightwing’s personality has varied a lot over the years. I just read a post that was very informative but the tone of it was like this is what’s ACTUALLY the canon personality of Nightwing and one of the things they mentioned was that Dick wasn’t a playboy bc he only went on one date in that run. Like sure I wouldn’t consider Dick a playboy either but that’s a total misunderstanding of where that perception of him came from. Nightwing’s playboy-ness comes from the fact that he gets paired up with female love interests a lot. In Nightwing Year One he kisses Babs and when she asks about Starfire he’s weirdly dismissive of her. That’s fuckboy behavior. Do I like this interpretation? No but it’s still in the text. This isn’t even considering the media outside of the comics: Dick in btas vs the arkhamverse vs arkham knights— they’re all distinct from one another.
My point is DC is old and they’ve retconned their characters so much that sometimes the same character shares a name alone and nothing else, but it doesn’t necessarily make either one more or less canon. We’re all playing in the same sandbox I think it would be more fun if certain fans stopped policing other fans.
Writing Timber is making these two so similar, but different in tiny, distinct little details. They're both conspiracy theorists, they're both the most insane person in any room they walk into, they use the cringiest slang, they're just Some GuyTM, they're addicted to Zestis, they're disaster bis, they're troublemakers, they're both magnets to tragedy, they're skater boys but in different ways.
But also:
Tim's first instinct in danger is to use his brain while Bernard's is to use his brawn.
Tim wins in the category of intellectual intelligence but Bernard wins in common sense.
For Tim, subtlety is everything. Bernard's never heard of it though.
Tim constantly has high expectations placed on him and usually manages to rise to the occasion. Bernard is constantly underestimated by everyone around him and that means he can occasionally surprise a couple people.
Bernard yaps a lot and goes on endless tangents about anything and everything. Tim doesn't talk much but he listens to every minuscule detail, and knows exactly how to use it against you when you least expect it.
Tim was that one guy in class who the teacher could not stand but always managed to get straight A's without trying. Bernard was the class clown that got mediocre grades but was surprisingly skilled in things he was passionate about.
Tim's a lot more reserved and calm but can make friends with just about anybody and is surprisingly laidback and snarky once you get to know him. Bernard is loud and annoying and extroverted, but he pulls back when someone gets too close and suddenly they realize he has secrets too.
Tim doesn't usually try to impress anyone romantically but he keeps managing to pull people into his orbit anyway. Bernard will flirt with anyone who breathes and ultimately fail to impress anyone.
They both love looking into mysteries but when Bernard is investigating, the What's New, Scooby Doo? theme is practically playing in the background, while for Tim, it might as well be the theme of Criminal Minds.
Tim seems all chill and put-together until you actually step into his room and wade knee-deep into punk rock dvds and mismatched socks. Bernard is visibly a mess, but he can get his shit together when it comes down to it.
Tim handles a situation by going out to take down a threat, as is the nature of a Bat. Bernard stays to tend to the wounded, because his time is Louis Grieves has scarred him and now he has to make sure what happened to Darla never happens again.
They both think of themselves as a magnet for the trouble and think of each other as a good luck charm that managed to bring the light back into their lives.
I finally got caught up with the new nightwing
No, I will not stop talking about my love for KPOP.
Yesterday my best friend C.C and I dicided to skype today at 3 pm for the very first time. I waited so long to see her beautiful face pop up. I love her voice, amazing. It was so emotional seeing her for the first time that we could really talk to one another and knowing she is real. I loved talking to her so much and hopefully she liked talking to me too. I really love having her as a friend and I do hope I get to keep her around for along time. C.C. is amazing and I may have only known her for a month and two weeks but she is easily my best friend. I feel like she won’t judge me like others, and for that I am very thankful. ~Anon
absolute batman giving birth to tiny titans cass
shout out to the hearts of gotham by schrijverr and the absurd amount of "batman is pregnant with cass" tweets shown to me in the past week
Here I am again, hope everyone is having a good Christmas eve. If you are doing good I recommend to just unfollow me here because these blog post are going to probably get sadder from here on out.
My family has been doing horrible, I’ve brought it up before. Although now its worse. My mom and dad are getting a divorce. My mother said she is unhappy and my father is done with her complaining so this is it. My mom says shes leaving him right after Christmas. I’ve already told my dad I’m going with him so I’ll have to switch back to my old school most likely unless my dad moves into town which I doubt will happen. My family has been extremely sad lately and even I have gotten pulled into it. I have spent most my time in bed lately yelling at myself and planning things.
I’ve been wanting to cut again and I’m skipping meals. I don’t know why, I try not to but i keep almost crying every time I go to get food so I just end up back in my bed.
Last night was good. I was sad because my mom was talking about my dad again so i went to my room and took 5 sleeping pills although i still couldn't sleep, my mind was to much of a mess and I was like that until A.M came in and we spent the night on his top bunk and watched marble hornets until about 1 am when my mom came to yell at us. I actually had fun though. It was nice.
I was watching Dan and Phil today so I decided to go watch it in my moms room and that's when she told me about the divorce. she said she won’t be here tomorrow because shes tired of my dad. Shes leaving early and shes going to get a hotel. She asked me to come with her but I said no, hopefully I can stay with my brother considering hes the only sibling I have that has their life somewhat together.
My mom said its to the point shes done with her kids, we are to much for her to handle. That hurts a lot, I try to be good. I’ve changed so much to make her love me. Yet I’m still not good enough for her. If you aren’t good enough for your own mom who are you good enough for?
No one in my family understands love or they mess it up. Not ONE person in my family can have a relationship without messing it up. No one here is made for it so I’m just going to save myself the drama and heart break. It's not even worth it when you know its going to fail.
That feeling you get when you break up with someone that you get in your chest. The one that feels like its a black hole and it seems to be creating a giant empty mass in your chest has been eating at me for the past week and its getting worse. I’m tired of leaving bed, I’m tired of eating, I tired of interacting with others, and I’m tired of being let down. More that tired, I’m scared of all of these and honestly I’m okay with that now,
I’m so, so, sorry.
~Anon
Her eyes focused on the smallest particle of dust, as it slowly danced around through the air. She breathes ever so slowly in, then out again. Her eyes fell shut. She took in the quiet. The small ticks of her clock across the room, the sound of the AC running quietly from the other side of the house. It was as if the entire world was asleep. She Drew in a deep breath, breathing it out through her mouth slowly, drawing it out as long as possible. Slowly she reopened her eyes. She panned her eyes around the dull cold room, slowly taking in every detail. The lighting slightly changed as the sun passed behind the clouds outside her window. Her thighs and wrists still ached from earlier that day. She noticed the small pain on her elbow as well from the night before, where the skin had been scraped and irritated now. Her dull room walls sat around her like a prison cell seeming too slowly get closer as she lay in her bed. Even the large comforter couldn’t keep her warm as the Autumn air hit her neck and face. She felt the warm wetness fall from her eyes slowly, she once more breathed in ever so slowly as her mind continue to scream, she shut her eyes hoping it would all be over as fast as it started. ~Anon
Remember that 💕