#STOP RED HATE

[ashtorth]

welp, looks like i bet on THE LOOSING DOG

MY BABY RED

why do they lowkey high key hate him like 😭

LET HIM WIN ONCE PLEASE? LET HIM BE GOOD AT SOMETHING AT LEAsT ONCE?

LIKE ALAN I CAN SEE YOUR FAVOURITE IS GREEN CUS LIKE FIRST HE CAN MUSIC THEN HE CAN BUILD THEN HE CAN YOUTOOBE AND HE GETS ENTIRE ARC FOR HIMSELF NOW SPEEDRUNNING?

MY BABY MY BABY, YOURE MY BABY

<3 <3 REDDY PLEASE WIN SOMETHING I CANT KEEP TAKING L'S TO MY FRIENDS

I BET ON LOSING DOGS, I KNOW THEY'RE LOOSING AND I PAY FOR MY PRICE

everybody makes mistakes everybody has those days, him being a silly little guy unable to win is only making him more relatable

[prlssprfctn]

Batsiblings convince Jason to get himself a cooking Tiktok account, and he gives in. To his surprise, he quickly gains millions of followers and a loyal auditory. The only problem? Jason has no idea that these people came here not necessary for recipes.

Jason: Geez, my followers had been pissing me off lately.

Dick, confused: Huh? Why?

Jason: They keep commenting ATE. Like, dude? Fucking where? I am not eating in my cooking videos. What is the fucking point?

Tim, choking: Oh my fucking God-

Jason, making an angry text post for his followers: YOU ALL. STOP COMMENTING "RAW". MY MEAT IS NOT RAW. I AM A PROPER COOK. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???

Cassandra: Maybe it is time to tell him...

Tim, Steph, Duke, in unison: NO

Bruce, awkwardly trying to have a conversation with Jason: Hey, lad, how is your cooking blog is going?

Jason: Uh, people keep commenting cryptid messages. Like, the last time I was showing the right way to tenderise meat for chops because apparently it wasn't clear and someone requested the whole video? Anyway, I did it, and the whole comment section was writing me "in bed, on the floor, on the couch, on a chair, against the wall, against the window, against the door"... Like, why would I do that, not in the kitchen?

Bruce, no less clueless: Maybe it some kind of challenge. Kids love trying new stuff in extreme places nowadays.

Jason: Huh. Maybe. Thanks.

Bruce, just proud to have a proper conversation and somehow a help: Anytime, Jaylad!

Damian, who was unblissfully educated on the slang matter by Tim (because it was his responsibility as a big brother to traumatise him), with his eye twitching: ...None of these words were in Quran

[havenshereagain]

DPxDC Idea

Danny working at Wayne Enterprises as some sort of engineer, uses the in-house app for all his blueprints and stuff

He starts getting notes from a coworker in-app, and assumes its this annoying older guy in his department who constantly undermines him because of his age, despite his education and past achievements (i feel like in this AU the Fentons react well to the reveal and they work together on a number of non-lethal ecto inventions that have Danny's name attached to them)

Except one day his coworker mentions never using the app, and Danny suddenly realizes there's only one other TD he could've been arguing with in the notes of the app

[eveningdawn222]

people who act like batman isn't "judge jury and executioner" because he doesn't kill people are like. genuinely so funny to me because. they're very obviously thinking of "executioner" as like. the stereotypical guy with axe who chops people heads off, and not, yknow, the literal definition of the idiom itself, which is about someone who has the ability to judge and then subsequently punish someone unilaterally. which is quite literally what batman does.

he has the ability to decide what is a "crime" to him, he is the one who decides whether people are guilty of those crimes, and he is the one who executes their punishment. the severity of the punishment doesn't matter - he is unaccountable to anyone else, and indeed is allowed to commit as many crimes as needed to reach his arbitrary ideal of "justice."

the ideal of batman is this: a man who is so fundamentally changed by an act of senseless violence that he takes it upon himself to fight back against the rot and corruption in the world. he does this not through political activism, not through ridding himself of his wealth in favor of a greater good, not through community outreach, but through an individualistic fantasy of being a hero.

and you'll say: charlie, but he does do that !!! he donates his money all the time, he funds social programs, hospitals, orphanages, gets people jobs -

and i will say this: so why don't things get better?

because here's the base of it. gotham, at its core, can't get better. no matter what bruce wayne does, there will always be more crime, more villains, more death, more people for batman to beat up in back alleys. because that's what sells.

reoffending rates don't matter in gotham, prison reform doesn't matter in gotham, what actually causes crime doesn't matter in gotham because that doesn't sell books.

and so here it is; dc has unintentionally created a world where batman can't win, but can't be wrong, and where thousands of nameless, faceless, only-created-to-die civilians must be pushed into the meat grinder that is gotham, to fuel bruce wayne's angst and vindicate his constant, tireless, noble fight against the forces of evil.

and then: a new robin, who is poor and who's parents are dead or gone because of this cycle; who is happy go-lucky and hated by editors and fans for being robin, for not being dick grayson, for being poor.

and this robin is written, unintentionally or not, to be angry at the ways in which batman's (the narrative's) idea of justice is detached from its victims. bruce seems perfectly fine to allow countless unnamed women to be at risk from garzonas in his home country, yet robin is the one who is portrayed as irrational and violent.

this robin is not detached from gotham in the way bruce wayne is: this robin is a product of gotham.

(and here's the thing. you can't punch aids. you can't fight a disease with colorful fights and nifty gadgets. and how would robin dying from aids add to batman's story; it would call into question the systemic changes that haven't been made in gotham. how does a child get aids, in batman's city?)

so robin dies, and then bruce (the narrative) spends the next couple of decades blaming it on him. it is jason's fault; he was reckless, he just ran in, he thought it was all a game. if only bruce had seen what was coming, if only he could have known that jason wasn't rich enough or smart enough or liked enough to be robin.

batman gets a little more violent, a little more self destructive. he hurts people more and almost (!!) kills a couple guys. this is bad because it's self destructive and "not who he is." it is not bad because batman should not be able to just beat people up when he's angry.

and then he gets a shiny new robin - who is all the things jason "wasn't": rich and smart and rational and he doesn't put who batman is into question. batman and robin are partners, and jason is a grave and a cautionary tale, and (crucially here) never right.

the joker kills thousands and it doesn't matter because they were written to be killed.

batman beats up thousands and it doesn't matter because they were written to be criminals.

and then jason comes back, and nothing has changed. there is a batman and a (shiny! rich!) robin and the joker kills thousands. (because it sells)

and jason is angry - he has been left unavenged - his death has meant nothing, just as willis' had, just as catherine's had, just as gloria's had, just as -

thousands. ten of thousands. hundreds of thousands. written to be killed.

but one of them gets to come back.

and he is angry - not only at the joker, but at bruce (the narrative) - because why is the joker still alive (when thousands-)

here is the thing - jason todd is right. not because the death penalty is good, not because criminals deserve to die, not because of everything he says -

but because of what he calls into question. why is the joker alive?

because he sells books.

and dc has written a masterful character, through no fault of their own, because jason knows what is wrong, and he knows who is at fault - batman. (the narrative)

so the argument that bruce can't kill because he's not judge jury and executioner; the argument that jason is a cop or that jason is insane or that jason is in the wrong here; they hold no weight.

batman can't kill the joker because the joker sells comic books.

and jason can't kill the joker because the joker sells comic books.

so he will beg and plead and grovel - he will betray everything that is himself, he will forsake his family and his city and kill himself - just so that bruce (the narrative) will let the joker die.

he was condemned to death by an audience, and after he came back he has spent his whole life looking us in the eyes and screaming, asking, pleading; why is the joker still alive?

why are thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands (the number doesn't matter, see, because they're just a number. not people. not real.) why are we expendable for his story? why did i have to die just for nothing to change?

and the answer is money. and the answer is the batman can never be wrong. and the answer is shitty writing. and the answer is -

nothing jason can ever change.

which is the worst of it all. he is a victim with no power, and no one else in the world can see it. he is raging and crying and screaming at his father and his writers and you - and it doesn't matter. jason doesn't matter. and he knows it.

[lyss-sketchbox]

In my mind they are worsties

[beepsheeps]

pt 4! i hope u guys enjoy these as much as i do (pt 5) (pt 3)

[yrsonpurpose]

It's so pure, so strong.

[fcthots]

Jason Todd who decides to play with your hair while he fucks you. He keeps a remote controlled vibrator to your clit and keeps it on low while he drags his blunt nails over your scalp. He coos at you when you shudder because of his gentle trails over the nape of your neck. He ups the setting every time you whine just so he can hear more of it. He just wants to see how much he can get you to react. He loves the way your body can’t help but squirm for him, not to mention the noises he can get you to make. He's obsessed with the way your brain turns to putty when his fingers play with your scalp. He loves learning how hard he can scratch which parts of your head and what it will do what to you. He wants to try it all.

[forever-and-whats-left]

Red death something something your merriment! Something something stalking

Pose practice. Colored it for shits and giggles.

[95-6qrsk2rx9uq42069nnnnnjthewolf]

i think tim is high maintenance the way a boarder collie or austrialian shepherd is. like you have to make sure they're not only given space to expend energy but you have to specifically let them get the herding instinct out and challenge them intellectually or they start destroying ur home

[cartoonguy08]

MY SHAYLA MY SHAYLA 😔😔😔

Reading a depressing ass fic right now that is written SO GOOD CHEFS KISS TO THE AUTHOR AMAZING AMAZING—I’m so upset. I’m literally so upset I’m fuming it’s so well written but what do you mean soldier does what to Demo? WHAT DO YOU MEAN-

[cbartonscoffee]

I think I've never been more aware of just how many people only get their info of the batfam through fanfic. I finally started reading Red Robin (2009) and I can not believe how many things are blown out of proportion. Particularly about Dick and Damian.

First of all, Dick does try to put limits and he does get fed up with Damian's ways sometimes. Out of the three first interactions of them in the comic, at least in two he tells him to shut up. And one of those is when Damian starts to brag about being Robin and Tim being useless, he tells him to shut up twice.

Another thing about that moment, is that they treat it like Dick completely dismisses Tim and treats him as unimportant. He doesn't. He takes him seriously, he tells him he needs him, he tells him he views his as an equal, as someone capable. And he also tells him he's concerned about him and that he needs to start processing Bruce's death. Could that have been a little harsh? Yes, but he needed to do it without making Tim think there was room for him to be convinced about his theory because let's be honest, Tim would've taken anything less than complete refusal and tried to change his mind. And had he been wrong neither of them could have taken it.

Secondly, Dick is always left to shoulder the blame of kicking Tim out and of never reaching out. That's bull. And I need to make that clear. Tim was in a delicate point, he tells us this himself multiple times, but the decision to leave was completely made out of his own free will. Another thing he did was put space between him and the people on Gotham. We see only one time in which Dick tries to call him. Tim picks up and tells him he doesn't want to talk. This tells us that Dick respecting Tim's wish of space included almost no (or even no) contact, and Dick calling was not something Tim appreciated or encouraged.

Now. Going into the second year of the run, when he's back in Gotham, there's a few things to talk about and I'm still in the aftermath of Damian and Tim's fight.

I feel it's important to say that even if they are all family, more often than not they're doing their own thing. Like, Babs and Steph are in the Batcave while Dick and Damian are in Wayne Tower, Cass is said to potentially be in Hong Kong and we haven't even heard Jason be name-dropped except for the fact that he went on a rampage at some point.

So, Dick is immediately called away in League business. So he isn't there. Damian is behaving fairly civil besides being a brat, so no one wastes too much effort in correcting what he says. We need to think about the fact that this is a kid whose world was turned upside down multiple times in a short period of time, who has a need to be accepted, and who hasn't yet found his place. All this is to say, that if it's difficult to get him to eat breakfast there's no way they're controlling his every move and that's understandable.

So Dick is away, Damian is still trying to adapt, Alfred has his hands full and everyone else is doing something else.

The whole thing starts because Tim is being kind of cryptic about what he's doing with his hit list and Damian feels left out and goes looking for more. He finds his name in a hidden double side of the hit list marking him as a threat. He understandably feels hurt and angry, because he's a kid, and he's trying, and his predecessor who at this point doesn't even try with him anymore views him as something bad.

So in classic Damian fashion, he falls back on his upbringing and doesn't deal with the situation as one should, talking about it. Instead he cuts team line, hurting before being hurt. It could've been worse, we see in the panel that Tim doesn't have that much of a hard time getting safely to the ground. The problem is that he snaps and starts a full-blown fight he knows Damian won't back out off. (I'm pleased to add that after cutting his line Damian doesn't start anything else)

So they are fighting, Tim has the clear advantage and he knows this, we know this. And that's how Dick finds them. Having just returned from a JL mission, in the place where the Waynes were murdered, with Tim having overpowered Damian.

They go back to the cave and Damian shares his findings, and Dick understands. And Tim tells him he (Dick) knows why he (Tim) did it. Dick agrees, and tells him he should have tried to make it harder to find. Tim says he hadn't thought Damian would try or even care. Dick tells him Damian wants to be accepted.

All in all, so far the only thing this comic has proven to me is that there's a reason comics are the bomb and that fanon has gotten out of hand. I get making things out to be worse for the sake of a story, but everything surrounding these events is basically used as the foundation for Damian and Tim's relationship as well as Dick and Tim's and I don't think I've once read a fanfic where these events are portrayed correctly or even following the real motivations of the characters. This is a disservice to all of them and only serves to amplify the hate towards a character that doesn't deserve it. There's a lot of Damian hate going around. And it sucks. Mostly because people use his actions against Tim to justify it and honestly? I don't think you should be allowed to use that if you haven't read RR and understood what was going on.

[royaltea000]

[wipinf] thinking bout that one part in jttw96 where nezha and hong hai er fight in a dream

[insonniacaotica]

what is your favorite ao3 tag in the batman fandom and why is it "No Batcest | No Batfamily Incest (DCU)"

[yashley]

[vuelode-irbis]

My friend, are you, too, dappled with the textures of your rocky mountains?

[ID: digital illustration of an Andean cat and a snow leopard in a purple background, framed with various details in gold. The felids seem to be coming down from the heights, looking towards each other, you can see their similarly grey pelts, the Andean cat's painted with elongated, brown and purple spots, and the snow leopard's with blocky, dark purple ones. Each cat has a bright yellow spark behind them, and there's a big rhomboid star between the two. There are less vibrant stars scattered in the background. The frame shows mountains at the top and the bottom; the ones at the top are four from the Himalaya: Nanda Devi, Dhaulagiri, Kachenjunga and Mount Everest. At the bottom, the Andes are represented by three mountains: Ojos del Salado, Huascarán and Nevado Tres Cruces. The corners at the top have a Siberian ibex and a chinchilla each, reversed at the bottom, these are prey to these cats. On the sides, a plant, a star, a sun and a moon, divided by zigzags, decorate the frame. Their respective scientific names are written in square letters: Leopardus jacobitus for the Andean cat and Panthera uncia for the snow leopard, with a paw print after each one. End ID]

I was thinking the other day how similar these two are, despite being apart both taxonomically and spatially, and this idea would not leave my head until I finished it, so here :]

Drawing them from this angle was a challenge, and then I decided to spend more time researching mountains from their respective habitats to decorate the frame, trying to make it so they overlapped with their registered populations, so this took longer than I anticipated, but I'm happy with the results :D!

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A Weight of Contemplation: Reading The Great Divorce

It’s hard to know where to start with a book that quietly upends you. C.S. Lewis’s The Great Divorce isn’t loud. It isn’t long. But it is unforgettable.

I read it. And I haven’t stopped thinking about it.

Because what Lewis does in this short, strange story—with its grey towns and glowing spirits and stiff, stubborn ghosts—isn’t just fiction. It’s a mirror. A heavy one.

And in it, I saw myself.

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The Ghosts We Are

Each character in The Great Divorce arrives from the Grey Town—a place that feels like Hell, or maybe just the outer edge of it. They come on a bus, not to Heaven exactly, but to its borderlands. There, they are met by spirits who plead with them to stay. To walk further in. To let go.

But most don’t.

They cling to what they know. Their ideas. Their grief. Their pride. Their identity.

One ghost would rather philosophize about God than meet Him.

One mother can’t choose Heaven if it means letting go of her son.

One artist refuses eternity if it means not being celebrated for his art.

And what shakes me—truly chills me—is that they don’t choose Hell. Not really.

They just can’t let go of what they think they need.

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The Mirror of Our Desires

When I put the book down, I sat in stillness. The kind that hurts. The kind that asks:

• What am I clinging to?

• What grief have I wrapped around my identity?

• What idea of myself, or my work, or my need to be understood—am I unwilling to lay down?

Lewis doesn’t write with condemnation. He writes with clarity. With ache. With the weight of knowing how we humans trick ourselves into missing God.

We fill our minds with noble conversations.

We ache with loss and call it love.

We carry our reputations, our intellect, our fantasies like armor.

But Heaven asks for surrender.

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What If It’s Not About Being Good Enough?

That’s what stuck with me most. No one was asked to be better. To earn it. To prove themselves.

They were just asked to step into light.

And light… is painful. Especially when you’ve lived so long in shadow.

But it’s also healing.

It’s also home.

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For Us, the Living

The Great Divorce isn’t a threat. It’s an invitation.

To loosen our grip on lesser things.

To unhook our identity from our pain, our performance, our persona.

To see that what God offers is not just salvation, but Himself.

Not fantasy. Not applause. Not safety.

But God.

And when that is enough—everything else changes.

Our walk. Our ache. Our joy.

Because once you see what you almost missed…

You don’t want to miss Him again.

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C.S. Lewis’s The Great Divorce should be a sort of regular performance review or a spiritual check-up—periodically read as a reminder of where our affections truly lie. And if by chance we find ourselves loving golfing, dancing, writing, speaking, grieving, drinking, pitying, thinking more than we want Heaven…

Then Heaven help us.

Lord have mercy on us.

Lead us home, Lord.

Lead us Home.

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A Meditation for the Journey

Let these Scriptures speak softly to your soul today:

• “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”  — Matthew 6:21

• “Let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles… fixing our eyes on Jesus…”  — Hebrews 12:1-2

• “I consider everything a loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord…”  — Philippians 3:8

• “Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you.”  — Psalm 73:25-26

Source: A Weight of Contemplation: Reading The Great Divorce