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🌻 comm for gee! thank you 💖

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since the begging..

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Take Pity on the Prodigal Son: Religious Imagery in Relation to Death in the Family

This panel below on the left, one of the final ones we see in Batman #428 parallels that of Michelangelo’s magnum opus (besides the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel) the Pieta (c. 1490). It is a life-sized marble statue in St. Peter’s Basilica depicting the moments after Jesus died by crucifixion. His mother holds his emaciated, punctured body in her lap; her face is one of controlled anguish, not wanting to show the extent of her grief in front of the surrounding Roman soldiers. One can infer that beyond the pain Mary must feel some sense of pride; her son, the Messiah, served the purpose for which he was put on the Earth to complete: to protect those who cannot protect themselves. And that he succeeded, but at the expense of his own life. Notice that both Batman and the Virgin Mary are almost positioned in the same way, cradling their sons’ bodies close. Their faces share the same controlled sorrow mentioned prior. Jesus and Jason are positioned almost identically as well; their arms and legs dangle, their heads loll back not fully supported by the hands of those who cradle them. If one looks closely they can see that the Jesus statue has indents in his hands and feet, the places of his body in which he was nailed to the cross. Interestingly and morbidly enough, those are the same places in which the most blood seems to be pouring from Jason’s body. Beyond the physical similarities of the two pieces of media lie the thematic elements. Bruce Wayne/Batman and the Virgin Mary are similar because they are challenged with the burden of raising a child who is born into a world that has already laid out expectations for them to meet. Not only is the challenge of raising a child with a destiny laid out for them difficult to deal with, but in addition is the notion that people hate your little boy and would go as far as to kill him only for helping those who are in a worse position than himself. There is an innate need to protect your child from all the dangers laid before him, even if the contact is inevitable. 

Jason and Jesus are parallels when it comes to their decision to walk the roads placed before them, although Jesus’ fate as the Messiah is decided for him, and Jason ultimately chooses to become Robin under Bruce’s tutelage. Nevertheless, they still choose to follow their paths of goodness and righteousness, even when put in undesirable situations. Unfortunately, they both meet their ends at the hands of those they thought they could trust and paid the ultimate price. Bruce and Mary, reluctant mother and reluctant father, are left to deal with the crushing guilt and wonder what they could have done better.

(The writing is from my own essay that I wrote for a class, and I ask politely that it not be cross posted on other sites, besides TikTok where I have already posted.)

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Childhood friends to lovers au

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I wish I was Eminem’s kind of autistic versus the I love superheroes and can recount all of their lore starting from their conception in 1940s.

(Better yet why not be both?)

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Thinking about Bruce coming to the JLA post Botox session. He’s stone faced during their meeting which is normal; but his features are just pulled a little tighter and seem a little bit puffy, especially his nose for some reason. Hal Jordan asks him how his rhinoplasty is healing. He gets decked in the face because even thought he was joking, he is right - Bruce did have a rhinoplasty a few months back to smoothen out the bridge of his nose.

Pain is beauty. Beauty is pain. Tomato, toe-mah-toe. Hal Jordan now needs a rhinoplasty for his severely broken nose.

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“The Joker is not gay he’s in love with Harley Quinn” Firstly, LOOK AT HIM! He has green hair and pronouns (hee/hee and ha/ha)

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TikTok will not be saved if Trump delays its banning. He is going to bring in a developer/buyer that alligns with his extremist conservative views and rebuild the app so that it alligns with those views. Keeping our freedom will only lead to censorship from within on our screens.

How messed up is that?

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Just a little blurb from what I’m working on. Meet Demetria, the pain up Wonder Woman’s butt.

Demetria of Sparta

Diana could only watch as the girl tore the fruit apart and dug into its tender pink insides. She had chosen a citrus fruit from a vine and though she was small, with short, stubby limbs, she had retrieved it without struggle. Diana sat beside her and watched as she ate like a starved wolf; she tore the innards from its thick skin and swallowed without chewing. When she was finished, she threw the peels to the ground. Strike one and two made in quick succession.

“I’m going to starve here,” she said in her rough, sharp-edged Greek. Spartan Greek.

“Fish will do you just fine, Demetria.”

Demetria’s brows furrowed and her amber eyes flashed in a way that reminded Diana too much of Odysseus. She was planning her next move. “Fine will not suffice. I want meat. I want it now.” She stood up and went to pick another ripe citrus from its waning vine.

“We do not eat meat here,” Diana reminded. “Perhaps we can find a medium, a compromise of some sort.”

She laughed - it was sharp and twisted between Diana’s ribs. Demetria turned around, her wild blonde hair, swished and crackled behind her, fighting back against the afternoon breeze.

“Compromises are just a way for pitiful people to stall the inevitable.”

“Demetria.”

Demetria pocketed another citrus fruit in the pocket of her chiton. “I will find myself a suitable source of food.” She announced, and walked out of the garden without saying goodbye.

Perhaps I should consult Bruce, Diana thought to herself. After all, he had dealt with his fair share of difficult teenagers, but demigods had to be some sort of unexplored territory for him.

Or not.

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Give Jason Todd back the all-blades, make him magic again, I scream as they roll me in bubble wrap and throw me in Arkham Asylum. Little do they know, I am the master escaper guy, and plan a master escape :)