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[balu8]

Superman for All Seasons #2: Summer

by Jeph Loeb: Tim Sale; Bjarne Hansen and Richard Starkings

DC

[fanaticalthings]

the muskification of twitter except it's lex luthor instead of elon lol

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[reallyunluckyrunaway]

[lisashifts]

how it feels to get to the s/o part of the script

[scruncheduppaper]

MY LIFE FORCE DRAINED — DEAR GOD, PLACE A CURSE ON THOSE WHO’VE WRONGED ME

[gothamite-rambler]

Ivy: Hey, bat-brats! Which one of you do you think is Batman's favorite child? I want an answer.

Batman (hanging upside down, tied up with a vine whip): They know I have no favorites. You’re a weed for asking them that. None of you have to answer her ridiculous question.

Nightwing: He's right… Because it's obviously me who he favors the most.

Red Robin (shaking his head): Oh, Nightwing… No.

Robin (prideful): It's obviously me! Nightwing, humble yourself.

Red Robin: I figured you’d believe that. I'm his favorite child, I took care of him when he was more depressed than usual.

Batman: I wasn't that depressed.

Red Hood (walking over to a hot dog stand): It’s cute you think that, third child.

Red Robin (insulted): What’s that supposed to mean?

Red Hood: Nightwing is the oldest, Robin is the baby, I am the black sheep middle child, and you were the one born by accident because your parents forgot to wrap it up.

Robin: Exactly.

Red Robin: That’s not true! Robin was literally conceived because Batman used a bad condom!

Batman: You didn’t hear that, Ivy.

Ivy: Oh yes, I did.

Red Robin: You’re the fourth child, Robin, that he had at his geriatric age!

Batman: You don’t have to insult me; having kids at that age isn’t old!

Ivy: How old are you?

Batman: Harlot, how old are you?

Ivy shrugged enjoying the the bat-kids continued arguing.

Robin: Oh yeah well... you're short!

Red Robin: You're short!

Robin: Cause I'm a kid! You're an adult and short! I can grow!

Red Robin: There's no guarantee of that and either way I'd still be his favorite!

Robin (jumping up and down): LIES! ALL LIES!

Nightwing walked closer to Ivy with a grin.

Nightwing: I'm his favorite, though. Because I was the cutest, the first one, and he chose to have me.

Ivy (pinching Nightwing's cheek): You’re my favorite at least.

Batman: Stop touching my son! And just because I say that doesn’t mean he’s my favorite!

Red Hood (walking past the group holding a hot dog): I’m guessing it’s not me.

Batman: Well… I mean, I do care about you a lot, Red Hood. If you died again by the hands of any villains here, I’d lose control of myself again, so you know… yeah.

Ivy (smirking): Look at that! Hey, Hood, looks like you're the favorite child!

Red Hood: What?

Red Robin and Robin (the oldest having the other in a headlock): What?!

Nightwing: Papa, why?

Batman: I didn’t even say he was! I have no favorites; you’re all favorites! I love all of you- and that’s not what I wanted to say either.

Ivy sighed happily, snapping her fingers to cause the vines to release Batman, dropping him to the ground.

Ivy (holding out her hands for the cuffs): Petty revenge is enough for me. You can arrest me.

Nightwing chuckled, escorting Ivy away as Batman stood up, his face flushed. He walked off, his cape flapping, while his other sons ran after him.

Robin: You love us all, just say that!

Batman: No.

Red Robin: Say we’re all your favorites again!

Batman: No.

Red Hood: I knew you loved me!

Batman: Shut up!

[elinordash]

“As far as the police report goes, the “matter has been closed,” a spokesperson says. Gaiman’s career, meanwhile, has been marginally affected. A few pending adaptations of his novels and comics have been put on hold or cancelled. But the second season of The Sandman is set to premiere on Netflix this year, as is Anansi Boys on Amazon Prime.”

– Lila Shapiro, There Is No Safe Word: How the best-selling fantasy author Neil Gaiman hid the darkest parts of himself for decades

[and Good Omens starts filming later this month]

THAT’s why we should be boycotting him. That’s why we should be pressuring every studio and every actor to stop working with him. We can’t do anything about the judicial part, but his career should not have just been “marginally affected”; it should have crumbled to pieces.

[eriyu]

??? at some point, they toned down Baderon's accent for JUST this one line

he still leaved the d out of "and" in every other line, and there's nothing about this line that stands out, or would have had to be edited for any other reason...? what the hell

[sualne]

sneaking out

(timeline)

[you-know-cchio]

my favorite type of scene is when all four of them are onstage but two of them are having a conversation for the audience to hear and the other two are silently stagecrafting whatever they want.

bonus: luke playing two characters at once while the other three play ping pong in the background

[waywardmillennial]

phil was ready for pherapy

dnp | we both nearly died on holiday

[astramachina]

super low effort costume for last night's Halloween party! 😅 in my defense I didn't know whether or not I'd be able to actually attend until like. three days prior.

we then played the new Observation Duty because it felt appropriate. we didn't win a single round. there were nine of us.

[kasdim]

Working late...

[flurrin]

i think ladyhawke is also about how loneliness dehumanizes us. Like at this point in the curse, Navarre has become such a self reliant loner that he can barely hold a real conversation, all his awareness has been turned inward and his outward presentation suffers for it. It makes him seem wild and feral (especially when he grabs Marquet by the shoulders and, for lack of any WORDS to say about his betrayal and murder of one of Navarre's loyalists, just shakes him like a dog). Meanwhile Isabeau has held onto her socialization skills, but she's lost all of her own drive at the beginning of the film, content to stay on Navarre's arm and follow him for as long as she can, unable to see he's driving them both to suicide. they've both adopted the unthinking traits of their animal forms; respectively, the single-mindedness of the lone wolf and the blind loyalty of a trained bird.

[gothamite-rambler]

Jon Kent looked up at Nightwing, amazed by the man standing before him. Nightwing glanced around for a moment, wondering why the young superhero was staring at him.

Jon: You're so cool-looking and so handsome! You could be a model.

Nightwing (pointing at himself): Me?

Jon (nodding): Mm-hm.

Nightwing: Oh, thank you! But I'm more than just a pretty face, though my face is perfect, too.

Jon: You're so right! Yet you fight crime, you're a true hero! I've heard stories about you, and… and you're just as awesome as Batman! If not more!

Superman (laughing): Oh! Oh wow! I— I needed that! I should've recorded that!

Batman (crossing his arms): Alright, it's not that funny.

Nightwing (proud smile): Really? Aww, thank you! I trained with him, but I'm only human.

Jon (bouncing): You're like a superhuman, and you're so nice! You’ve done so much in such a short time as a hero. You're like twenty, right?

Superman laughed harder in the background, while Batman grew annoyed. Nightwing smiled, grateful for his good skincare routine.

Jon stopped bouncing and gave Nightwing a big hug. The hero stared down at the child, surprised this was happening again.

Nightwing: I get that you admire me, and being excited about meeting me again makes sense, but if you don’t mind me asking, why? You have superpowers.

Jon: And you save the day without them!

Jon sniffled with a smile that made Nightwing smile back.

Jon: I want to be like you someday!

Nightwing (picking up Jon and hugging him tighter): And you will! I’ll make it happen! Bruce, call a guy!

Batman: I'm not calling a guy. Clark, quit laughing!

Superman had to excuse himself as he laughed at his friend’s jealousy and annoyance at being upstaged again.

Nightwing: Jon, I can't promise to be the perfect role model for you, but if you ever need help with training, you can call me.

Jon: Aww, yay!

Batman (mumbling monotone): That is adorable.

[aropride]

free my man he did do that but it's not his fault it's the writers' faults