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This was kind of answered in the comments, but wouldn’t it be funny if the answer to all of Hal’s problems was a pair of colored lenses? As pictured below:

A friend brought this up to me.

Late night thought:

Superheroes have their weaknesses, Superman has his kryptonite, Batman has the crippling desire to adopt every orphan who makes eye contact with him, Flash needs to eat a lot, and so on and so forth.

Originally, Green Lantern’s and the Green Lantern Corps were vulnerable to the color yellow. Or rather, ineffective to yellow things. (Shout out to that time Batman painted a room, himself, AND Robin yellow just to mess with Hal.) Yes, I’m aware that this hasn’t been a super big part of the comics for a while now, but I don’t think it’s been completely removed.

My question is this:

If a green lantern ring chose a new lantern who happened to be colorblind (bonus points if they’re a tritanope like myself), how would they be affected by the color yellow. Clearly it would depend on their level and type of color deficiency. For the sake of the question and my own personal experience, let’s say they have tritanopia, which affects how they see the colors yellow and blue, as well as shades of green and pink and reds. They often mix up these shades, or have a hard time distinguishing this.

In theory, the reason Green Lantern’s can’t affect yellow, is because yellow is the color of fear, so yellow is associated with it. The thing about lanterns is their abilities are largely emotion based.

Anyways, would a tritanopia affected ring user be immune to the fear color, since they cannot discern between yellows, pinks, red, and shades of orange depending on severity?

Or

Would they be also ineffective towards yellow matching colors like pinks reds and oranges? Making it not only a weakness to one color, but several.

Or

Does it not matter what their eyes see, yellow is yellow no matter their vision, so it only is ineffective towards yellow despite them not seeing it correctly?

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Late night thought:

Superheroes have their weaknesses, Superman has his kryptonite, Batman has the crippling desire to adopt every orphan who makes eye contact with him, Flash needs to eat a lot, and so on and so forth.

Originally, Green Lantern’s and the Green Lantern Corps were vulnerable to the color yellow. Or rather, ineffective to yellow things. (Shout out to that time Batman painted a room, himself, AND Robin yellow just to mess with Hal.) Yes, I’m aware that this hasn’t been a super big part of the comics for a while now, but I don’t think it’s been completely removed.

My question is this:

If a green lantern ring chose a new lantern who happened to be colorblind (bonus points if they’re a tritanope like myself), how would they be affected by the color yellow. Clearly it would depend on their level and type of color deficiency. For the sake of the question and my own personal experience, let’s say they have tritanopia, which affects how they see the colors yellow and blue, as well as shades of green and pink and reds. They often mix up these shades, or have a hard time distinguishing this.

In theory, the reason Green Lantern’s can’t affect yellow, is because yellow is the color of fear, so yellow is associated with it. The thing about lanterns is their abilities are largely emotion based.

Anyways, would a tritanopia affected ring user be immune to the fear color, since they cannot discern between yellows, pinks, red, and shades of orange depending on severity?

Or

Would they be also ineffective towards yellow matching colors like pinks reds and oranges? Making it not only a weakness to one color, but several.

Or

Does it not matter what their eyes see, yellow is yellow no matter their vision, so it only is ineffective towards yellow despite them not seeing it correctly?

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You know those posts about one of Bruce’s kids getting kidnapped and him having no idea which kid they have based on the vague descriptions he’s given? Well now I can’t only imagine Bruce getting the dreaded call and immediately pulling out a guess who board filled entirely with his kids. Like

kidnapper: we have one of your children

Bruce: I have so many of those you need to be more specific

kidnapper: the loud and annoying one

Bruce, flipping down Cass and Duke: that does not help as much as you think it does

kidnapper: well he has black hair?

Bruce, flips down Steph: keep going

kidnapper: uhhhh? He’s short?

Bruce, flips down Dick and Jason leaving Tim and Damian: more specific

kidnapper: he’s been condescending and judgmental since we got him

Bruce: yeah they both tend to do that

kidnapper: he keeps throwing around words I don’t understand

Bruce, realizing that Damian and Tim are significantly more similar than he thought: uhh more specific?

kidnapper: more?? look just wore us the mon— WHERE’D HE HIDE A KATANA???

Bruce: ah you have Damian

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#clicking on that filtered content post

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New chapter of “The Doorway” by gothamiteeditor on ao3 is coming out tonight EST.

It is a fic about Peter Parker ending up in Gotham. Tonight’s chapter is going to be a bit longer to make up for the lack up updates and the short chapter I uploaded last week.

If you’re new make sure to read the tags under the fic for your own safety.

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Happy Early Death Day, Jason Todd. I’m sorry I’m advance.

There’s a fic I’ve been thinking about, and I wrote a little one shot to see how it feels, tell me what you think! If it gets good enough reviews I may make a full fanfic.

After Death: The Fallen Robin.

Danny Fenton’s distaste for the rich extended all across the board. He truly despised them and would much rather have dealt with them in increments of zero. That is to say, rich people were never not his forte. Of course there’s exceptions to every rule, and this exception’s name was Samantha Mansion.

Danny would do anything for Sam, including, shockingly, attend a fancy gala in New Jersey. She’d said it would be good for him to get away from Amity Park for a while, after the whole GIW debacle had settled down and ghost attacks had calmed for the most part. He needed a vacation, she’d said, and like a fool he went along with it.

Fancy people exited fancy cars onto a fancy sidewalk which led to a fancy manor. Said fancy people wore fancy clothes and talked fancy words as they walked into the fancy ball room. Danny had never been to a gala before, but he knew without a doubt that this was the fanciest ballroom he had ever had the displeasure of seeing. He’d grinned through it all, for Sam, because while she was his best friend he’d rather die a second time than make her think he wasn’t grateful. He’d adjusted his self proclaimed monkey suit and walked beside Sam as she mingled with the other guests, mostly with those in their age range.

While many who attended laughed and greeted old friends or business partners, there was an underlying hint of mourning in the air. Something was sour with the moods of the hosts, from where Danny was standing, Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson were off to the side, just having escaped from a lady who was quite the chatter box.

They didn’t speak to one another, but Danny could have sworn they were communicating telepathically. Their eyes bore into each others in silent understanding, and Danny could taste the grief in the air. Neither one looked as if they’d gotten much sleep as of late, and Danny couldn’t help but wonder what could be preventing these well off men from sleeping like babies in their ridiculously high thread count sheets.

“They lost a family member,” Sam whispered as she noticed his staring, “I think it was Bruce’s son.”

That made sense, Danny wasn’t a parent himself, but he did know parents should never have to bury their children, rich or otherwise. It tugged at his heart strings, watching the two silently communicate, the younger one seemed angry, and the older one, was emotionally checked out. Both were silent, ever watching the other. Greif and mourning looked different on everyone, but he thought it looked more like they had unfinished business.

The night carried on, dancing to the live music, eating the hors d'oeuvres, sitting down to dinner. It went surprisingly well and was way more pleasant than Danny had anticipated, but he was ready to leave.

That’s when movement caught his attention just in the corner of his eye. He covered his mouth as the familiar wisp of cold air exited his throat and he glanced to where the motion had occurred. Over next to Bruce himself, crouched on the table, was a boy roughly Danny’s age. He was squatting on the edge of the table looking between Dick and Bruce, wearing a red tunic, green shorts, and a gold cape. His colors were faded like there was a slightly blue filter over him. Danny knew immediately, this was the boy they had buried recently, and he looked incredibly happy, smiling wide as he watched the two men.

Then he spotted Danny staring, and waved.

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Alfred: The golden rule, Master Damian, is to treat others the way you would like to be treated.

Damian: I do treat people the way I want to be treated. If I was the same level of imbecile as the others, I would want them to correct and make me better, but I am far more superior than them. Except for Grayson, he’s a worthy adversary in spar.

Alfred: New golden rule, treat others the way you would treat any animal.

Damian:….touché.

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3 AM on his off night, Timothy Drake wakes to “Back Streets Back Alright!” blaring from his cell phone.

Tim: Jason, what?

Jason enraged: What have you done to my computer?

Tim while sighing: Nothing recently, why?

Jason: It is asking me some stupid fucking questions.

Tim just wanting to go back to sleep: Ookay, what’s it asking you this time?

Jason: It’s got a square and it’s asking me to ‘prove’ I’m human. We know plenty of non-human people first of all, secondly how am I supposed to prove it?

Tim: Just enter the letters and numbers that you see on the screen, Jason, it’s not that hard.

Jason: They’re all wonky and fuzzy. How is a human supposed to understand if that’s a Z or sideways N?

Tim: No human questions if it’s a sideways N— Jesus, I will come help you just hold on.

Jason: I’m human and I’m questioning it.

Tim: I’m gonna hang up and go to you, because this phone call is going nowhere.

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Reading fanfics is fine. It’s good even. Fantastic sometimes.

But what do you mean 33/? chapters and I’m on chapter 33? Where’s the rest of you? Why can’t I see more? WHERE ARE YOU?

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Will this get me blocked on Jason Todd tumblr?

What if…

Jason Todd brandishes a crowbar that the Joker was magically turned into and uses it for n a day to day basis. Until of course the paint finally chips off and it’s reduced to nothing more than for opening crates in his warehouses?

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This was supposed to be a part of a really funny meme…. Then I got carried away…

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We love a seahorse dad

I was on a mer!batfam kick until around 3:45 AM last night. I made notes.

Bruce was the hardest to decide what his marine animal half would look like. On one hand I thought, for sure, a manta ray. Not so much anymore actually. Because I love the thought of him being an orca. But he doesn’t really kill anyone.

Jason was pretty easy for me to pin as some sort of Moray Eel. Maybe fantasy it up a bit and color him red.

Tim was also difficult but I like the idea of him being a bluefin tuna, but there’s ALSO the possibility of him being an octopus because he’s so smart.

Dick, purely because of the ‘flying Graysons’ should be a manta ray, because they look like they fly and can be quite flexible.

Any thoughts or ideas much appreciated…

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I was on a mer!batfam kick until around 3:45 AM last night. I made notes.

Bruce was the hardest to decide what his marine animal half would look like. On one hand I thought, for sure, a manta ray. Not so much anymore actually. Because I love the thought of him being an orca. But he doesn’t really kill anyone.

Jason was pretty easy for me to pin as some sort of Moray Eel. Maybe fantasy it up a bit and color him red.

Tim was also difficult but I like the idea of him being a bluefin tuna, but there’s ALSO the possibility of him being an octopus because he’s so smart.

Dick, purely because of the ‘flying Graysons’ should be a manta ray, because they look like they fly and can be quite flexible.

Any thoughts or ideas much appreciated…

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Her name is Carnivale, a newer meta amongst the Justice League, blessed with the uncanny ability to, well, charm. She mostly helps with the large scale disasters or incidents involving children, especially multiple children.

She gives off an aura that can please a crowd, literally, making them either rally together to help other civilians, or to trust the JL while trying to evacuate.

Sometimes her abilities help with large numbers of baddies, charming them into submission or making them turn on each other. While originally this power sounds an awful lot like a perfect concoction for villaining and wrong-doing, she’s cheerful and bright, always happy to lend a hand when needed.

Given one strict rule. She’s not to be left alone with Batman.

It could be due to her cheerful nature annoying the man, though he tolerates Barry on his best days.

It could be that she’s new, inexperienced and not quite to his level of disciplined.

But Batman has made it painfully clear it is because of her suit. Because of her entire hero identity.

Because she’s a clown, he will never accept her as part of his team.

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Tim: Y’know what they say about meeting your heroes? It’s very true.

Duke: I mean Bruce has his moments I guess.

Tim: Not him. Bruce is a hero don’t get me wrong but he wasn’t my hero.

Dick: What’d I do? I thought we had a pretty nice set up?

Tim: No you’re fine, but not who I’m talking about.

Jason: Don’t.

Tim: -direct eye contact with Jason- Never meet your heroes.

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I’m sorry, your fingers did what now?