knowing the king of england has prostate cancer after being told my grandpa has prostate cancer has weirdly helped me accept it like. at least its not only normal people getting this disease
Deeply dark thought, but I would love to see (or, spirit willing write) a fic where Jason's return actually irrevocably damages Bruce's trust in Clark.
Because look, whether it's canon or fanon, it's a very common fic trope that Superman can hear...a lot. Like, across continents a lot.
How does that look to Bruce? Jason, screaming his pain and fear and rage in a Pit induced word vomit, and Bruce hearing how Jason screamed in his coffin, buried beneath several feet of dirt.
Depending on your continuity of choice, Metropolis is literally right across the bay from Gotham.
Bruce, knowing Clark's powers, knowing Clark's range of hearing, would eventually see those pieces click. And it would just... shit that would break Bruce in a whole new angle. Because Clark is one of the few heroes Bruce usually trusts, across continuities.
And then one day, probably a particularly hard one, these two pieces slot together.
Jason woke up in a coffin, confused and likely very scared. He probably screamed. He probably cried. (Whether you have Jason tell Bruce this or have it implied or just have Bruce contemplate how horrific that must be).
Superman can hear clearly for miles. Across state lines if not country boarders or continents. Clark had to have heard a young man, maybe a teen, screaming and crying and likely begging for his dad. And did nothing.
Now you can make this worse/better:
Clark was off planet at the time.
Clark was otherwise occupied, either as Superman or as Clark, and was completely unable to interfere.
There was interference at the time which kept Clark from hearing Jason.
But like. Bruce is a prickly and untrusting person to begin with; that trust, that knowledge that Clark would always have his back would always have a significantly larger voice of doubt than before.
It's just such an excellent source of angst and pain for these guys and I'm sad I haven't seen it yet.
(That being said, someone has to have done this. I am not nearly creative enough to be the sole person to think of this).
Was anyone gonna tell me I’ve been using controllers wrong my whole life, or was I supposed to find out while playing the unofficial My Little Pony fighting game?
hey i just wanna say that i saw one of those ‘homestuck incorrect quotes’ instagram accounts (the ones that just get funny posts from tumblr and put pesterquest sprites on them) repost your count von count rosemary post without credit and like crop out your username so it looked like they made it so like im just wondering if you have an issue with that or if they asked you for permission etc
I just saw rn and hmmmm
I’ll just say I made it in the comment sections (Idk why they didn’t give me credit BUT whatever)
Fit: She's legit, we can trust her. We can trust her.
Ramon: Would you rather a dad or a mom [for me?]
Fit: Uh- I- no one! No one. Let's- let's get over to Felps' Square, Ramon. [They head to the warp at Spawn, then Fit hesitates] Um, wait- Ramon. [He pauses, briefly looks at the camera, then says in a rush] If I had to choose between the two, it'd be a dad. Alright, let's go. Let's go, let's go.
To me, growing up is the subtle and slow realization that crying really doesn't help other than to gain a few weirded out glances. Or more specifically, it doesn't give you the help you want/need anymore. Comfort.
It's when you realize that if you fall down, the best you can do is to just help yourself up because no crying is going to get you out of there.
It's when you start just sucking in deep breaths or curse violently when you stub your toe because wailing about it just doesn't work anymore.
It's when you frown at inconveniences like a good chunk of your food falling to the ground and all you do is sigh because what's the point of crying over spilt milk? (Quite literally in some cases even)
It's when your day is ruined and really, the best you get to do is maybe shed some tears and go to bed because no one's coming to comfort you.
It's when you feel like you can't do anything in life and you feel the pressure and you're just majorly stressed and you just want some help but all you do is lock yourself up in a corner and cry silently to yourself because no one likes to look at a grown person coming towards you and bawling over their stress like a child does over a broken crayon.
That only works for kids. We were kids. Now we're not. And i wish i could go back
i don’t want to project anything onto the creators but i do find it super interesting that across the spiderverse is seems to be asking the question of “how does one write spiderman when there’s so much that’s already written for you?” there is an algorithm of how things are *supposed* to go so how can you reject that? how do you defy the Law that is what people are expecting? and we’re learning that the answer is and always has been Miles!!!