Reading From the DC Vault: Death in the Family: Robin Lives! makes me want to say something, and it's that I'm fucking tired of reading that Bruce ruined Jason's life by making him Robin.
Firstly, Jason didn't die because he was Robin, but because Joker is a murderer who do not care about who he harms and kills. There is no way Joker wouldn't have also tortured and killed Jason Todd, son of Sheila and adopted son of Bruce Wayne, just for the fun of it. Imagine, torturing a young boy who wanted to call the cops on him to save his mother, only for her to betray him, making him cry in pain and look up for her but she never comes to help, it would be right in his alley. He does that all the time, the fact that Jason was Robin is just the cherry on top.
Secondly, Jason was ready to throw hands with Ma Gunn BEFORE he became Robin. When he realized what was going on and she was training them to be her gang members, he found a way to contact Batman and told him. When he thought Batman didn't believe him, he decided to deal with it on his own. HE WAS A VERY SMALL STARVING 12 YEARS OLD, READY TO FIGHT A GANG FOR JUSTICE. Don't fucking tell me Bruce ruined this kid, Jason was going to fight in these streets for justice with or without Batman. He probably would have died without Batman, because he was a homeless kid and in no shape or form could rivalize with harmed gang members. Let's fucking stop lying about Jason, he is a born fighter, Bruce didn't make him this way.
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its genuinely baffling to me how people genuinely, with their full chest, say fuuta doesn't have a shred of remorse for his murder.
You brought justice to the world???
"but he keeps saying that we're the exact same as him" because that is the intended moral quandary for his case!!! the writers wrote fuuta's case to parallel milgram!!! and are now drawing attention to it!!!!!! and even then he's absolutely justified to point out the hypocrisy!!!!!!!!!!
honestly the real reason i'm ranting is because i saw someone on twitter go, "we aren't the same—we didn't doxx a child!"
which is just... so unbelievably daft. not only did he take a photo of a funeral lantern meaning the victim had already died, the reason we're the same is both of us are groups of people who harassed people to the harming them without intention. mahiru literally could've died if shidou wasn't innocent. like yeah yeah i get it you're so hashtag feminist for hating popular male characters but you could atleast try to understanding his case before opening your mouth.
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I feel like certain people on Tumblr have really been fighting for backwards progress when it comes to how we talk about mental illness and abuse. I see posts at least several times a week on my dash that seem to have the purpose of implying people with insert-mental-illness and/or insert-symptom are not abusive when they do insert-action-that-makes-people-uncomfortable, often times meaning to promote a more positive image of people with particularly stigmatized conditions, like personality disorders, mood disorders, psychosis, addiction, or neurodivergence. And I really really hate it because these posts almost always have the ultimate purpose of telling people not just "This thing is not inherently abusive," but often it comes across as "You were not abused."
I just find that to be really unhelpful and unintentionally hurtful, and for what? I believe that destigmatizing various mental conditions is a worthy cause, but at the same time this type of rhetoric seems to be so protective of people in whichever stigmatized group they're trying to advocate for, that it comes back around to a sort of respectability politics. Anybody can be an abuser. And someone's means and methods of abusing can very much be influenced by a condition they have. Why wouldn't it be? Their conditions will affect every aspect of their life and their interpersonal relationships. Especially if these issues are going untreated or being insufficiently managed. I don't understand why anyone would want to make it appear as if abusers are mostly neurotypical and mentally well people, or that if they aren't, then their conditions have nothing to do with it and the overlap is merely incidental. What? It makes it so hard for anyone who is a victim to come to terms and identify the dynamics of what they've gone through.
Addicts and mentally ill people don't have to be unproblematic in order to be humanized and accepted. And nobody profits from writing hard and fast rules about how abuse apparently works, drawing clear lines between which behaviors can, and cannot, ever be abuse.
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(Reposted from DW)
So I try not to make these rambles too powered by salt but considering Impactor is very near my favourite character in the franchise and as a result I read a lot of badfic featuring him out of sheer desperation for something, I'm seriously devastated by the way I've never seen it explored just what a harrowing and accurate description of moral injury and reflexive self-loathing he is.
Like, it's wild to me that we have it in the text, actually on page, that Impactor outright thinks he's a monster. We see it on page! It is written with plain words! He's stuck thinking like "can't survive if the other guy doesn't die", "your life is bought with the blood you spill, and you want to keep living so you best learn to like killing" to the point where he doesn't even want to live anymore and yet he can't stop, he's stuck, there's no safety for him to retreat back to because nobody taught him to value himself in any other way except in balance against someone else.
Like we know. Exactly what Impactor considers horrible, what he considers ugly and unseemly and corrupt. And it's all stuff that makes sense. It's all stuff the most of us probably find a little bit horrifying. We know that his perception of the world is so utterly bleak that there is no way but down, the only trajectory he sees for himself is to slip further and further from that surface because this is just his life now, this is what he is now, this may be what he always was, so isolated in his self-loathing that he can barely see the surface of where the horrible things end, and sure as hell doesn't think he can reach it. He's been cut off from his access to the sublime, to the fortifying, to the beautiful and wonderful and safe, this is all he has left, this is just what he is now.
I think the massive overriding misreading is assuming Impactor has any regard for himself. He may have the ability to act confident and move through the world with intellectual assurance over his own skill, and it's easy to take that as a sign that he has some kind of a core, undivided wholeness of personhood that lets him keep acting like he knows what he's doing. But I don't think that's it at all. His sense of self has been so completely fractured and damaged by the horrors he's committed and been isolated with that they've attached themselves to the space where his sense of self would otherwise be. Again, I'm not even extrapolating -- this just is the text of "Escape".
And then there's the negative influence of Guzzle, another person who thinks the way to deal with your trauma is by committing massive violence on it who has no idea this should maybe be something to discuss with people -- like, we see the way his abandon and reveling in having power and returning the violence drags Impactor down, too, because it's familiar, it makes sense, and then Impactor locks him in a box and goes "I can't fucking do this anymore". It's literally the most unsubtle death wish, it's a textbook flight arrest response, he doesn't want to keep doing the thing he's doing but he doesn't know what else there is, he sees no way out other than down.
And IDK I don't want to cast blame, honestly as a recovering abusive asshole myself, the terrible things he does to other people out of a sense of "this is how it has to be, don't be naive, don't be stupid", the loop of self-justification and grasping for value in his identity as an anonymous source of violence and ruiner of lives is a big part of why I love him so much, and his victims are really visible in the text, their mess deserves exploration and their pain deserves narrative validation, if only for completeness' sake
but like goddamn I just feel for this trash mech so much. He was left locked up with only his own bad thoughts for company, forced in a situation where becoming a worse person was the only way to escape further pain to the point where he's just completely cut off from his access to the sublime, to the fortifying, to the beautiful and wonderful and safe. Like where is there to go when the only things you know what to do are all fucked up? What do you do when all you've been "taught" is that living means killing, but you're getting extremely sick of the killing, when you're tired of your whole life being stained in blood and gore and the traces of the grotesquerie that is living with the knowledge that having power over other people is the ultimate act of survival when you never wanted that?
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