#is everyone experiencing this

[skin2thebonedark]

so i'm just gonna die one day??

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[bulkhummus]

​triangles are not immune to gender dysphoria

[saltseashark]

let's call it a sunk cost fallacy <3

[cthulhum]

does anyone realize how crazy it is to have the actor of a mostly headcanoned queer ship say the fans were never crazy and they were right all along after 10+ years of everyone just absolutely going nuts over the said queerbaited ship

[littlebumbliebee]

Hallucinations and delusions aren’t always funny and meme-able. You’re not always going to see Joe The Grocery Store man, or hear uplifting voices, or believe you’re sonic or something. It’s possible, but that’s not always the case.

A lot of hallucinations are scary. You can see scary things. You can hear violent and vile things - nothing is off limits for hallucinations, much like intrusive thoughts. They can be traumatizing.

Likewise with delusions. Common delusions include believing your brain has been hacked, that you’re a chosen one selected by a god, a prophet, or a God yourself, that you’re being controlled or hunted, that you’re possessed, and so on. These delusions can be scary and traumatizing.

Even small things like seeing insects crawl up you, or believing you’re contaminated somehow can be anxiety inducing.

While it’s true schizospec disorders and psychosis aren’t distressed for everyone, and you can have non-distressing hallucinations and delusions, we shouldn’t try to sanitize the disorder for other people. People with scary, vile, or violent hallucinations and delusions deserve respect like anyone else and should be included in activism.

[mikakuna]

i see this jason todd who actually looks his very young age (instead of the 30yr old man that comics like to portray)

and feel my heart breaking just imagining bruce beating him up, almost killing him, mind-breaking him, and just overall being a total piece of shit father towards him.

a huge chunk of the reason why people don't view bruce's actions towards jason as abusive or wrong is because jason doesn't look his age. he's drawn to be this 35yr old father of three who looks even older than dick (and way too on par with bruce) that people see their fights as one between batman and any of his regular rogues. when they fight, it just looks like batman is fighting a man his age and not an actual young person. it doesn't look like batman is fighting his son who's barely even drinking age (and who def wasn't drinking age in utrh). their fights are portrayed in a way that eliminates the very real power struggle between them.

this applies to jason's entire character as well. a lot of people don't sympathize with how he died or his actions as robin or his fights with the other bats because he doesn't look his age. he always looks older and scarier than everyone else. tim has many sympathizers from the titans tower incident because jason just looked like a grown man fighting a 12yr old (even tho i disagree, tim was built and like 17 lmfao).

anyways, i just wish comics would actually draw jason to look his age, which literally ranges from 19 to early twenties. he's young- so young, and it's so annoying to see him drawn and written as someone older than even bruce.

[discalcedmystic]

Being a queer Christian or Muslim is such a trip. Straight cis Christians and Muslims hate us. Queer athiests hate us. We are the Bisexuals of religion.

[roaroarke]

Says Mr. "I'm Doing a No-Hit Run".

And the main character calls him on it. Suo doesn't get hit in the show about exchanging feelings with your fists, and doesn't take part in meals in the show about how eating with others is a healing, bonding experience

[chronophobica]

average horizons experience as a dotliko enjoyer and an amethio enthusiast

[marghen]

It's Dracula Season, you know what that means...

[the-silliest-lad]

Sitting here thinking about how EVERYONE in Interview with the Vampire read Claudia’s diary. Seeing how upset she was with Lestat and Louis back in New Orland in season 1 for touching her diary, and knowing that not only has Louis allowed Daniel and Armand - someone who, while he didn’t know the full extent of Armand’s role in the trial, he DID know that Armand was a part of the coven that held the trial - to read her journals, he also went through and EDITED OUT THE PARTS THAT MADE HIM LOOK BAD/UPSET HIM. Not only did the men in her lives feel entitled to her body, but also her mind and experiences. This girl - who Louis claimed to love and did love, even if it was a toxic sort of love, who Lestat loathed and only really loved after her death which he helped cause, and who Armand was supposed to protect under the coven - was never allowed freedom to just exist. She was always someone else’s and never her own. When she finally had someone, she was killed for it. Claudia with no true last name, you deserved so much better.

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

Early fairy tail is a comedy actually

[consultingfujoshi]

irv not going back to o&d after burt retired. irv being scared to go back there. helly holding irv's hand and telling him they're behind him. irv seeing the painting that convinced him it was OK to be in love with burt and being hit with an entirely new wave of mourning for what he has lost. irv immediately being greeted with warmth and kindness from felicia. irv receiving the second hug of his life from a friend of burt who immediately sees the pain in his eyes. irv and felicia laughing together over stories of burt. irv feeling real happiness and comfort for the first time since he lost burt with one of his friends and finally having someone to share in his grief with. irv finding community, real community, through mutual connection and love for another that can finally replace the hollow form of belonging he found in his cult brainwashing. irv being told that he really did mean something to burt. irv drawing a picture of burt every single day he couldn't see him. irv's workload going to shit because he was grieving so hard and he couldn't find it in him to care about anything else. irv still using art to express his desire and devotion, first as a means of justifying his feelings, then as a way of processing them. irv finding answers to his personal mystery completely by accident because he opened up his heart to someone else. irv's love for burt literally being what is fuelling him and carrying him, because he finally has somewhere to put it again. irv you are everything to me

[scrimmiestbingus]

I love the Skyrim guild questlines because nearly all of them are just "We're in our flop era"

[charlietheepicwriter7]

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Look, I know I promised a continuation of "Get in the Water," but I had this idea and just had to write it, okay? So this is the non-canon sequel, the canon one is still in progress.

They escaped. Batman dragged Damian's frozen body away from the Lazarus Pit and through the tunnels as Danyal's screams-sobs-wails echoed behind them. Eventually the sound ebbed away and they emerged to the surface.

A debrief was demanded from everyone; even Todd was in the Cave. Damian trembled, his only sign of distress, his mind stuck on Danyal's face, his brother's voice rebounding around his head.

Father's debrief had been rough. Damian could barely explain what happened, why he was drawn to the waters, why Danyal wanted to drown him. He'd only explained the Danyal was someone he'd killed while with the League, and Father was the only one to doubt his explanation.

Damian took the first opportunity to escape to the showers. Stripping down, Damian turned the faucet and the bathroom lit up bright green.

He flinched away, and when he opened his eyes, the water was just water. A stone sunk into his stomach.

The next day, while Father was consulting with Justice League Dark, Grayson and Drake returned to the caves for their own investigation of the Pits. And while they found the cavern--found by tracking the batarang Father threw--it was desert dry. There was no sign of Lazarus Water, nor did it look like it had ever been there.

That night, as Damian was washing his face before bed, he filled the sink basin with water. He turned away for one second, but when he looked back, he almost dipped his face under the green slime oozing out the spout. He bolted, and when he returned with a startled Father, the water had returned to normal.

Grayson insisted on taking him out for lunch the following day, citing that Damian needed a "break." Damian was furious, but allowed it; Justice League Dark was visiting the cave to discuss the... incident, and Damian wanted to interrogate them. He... he needed to know if that was really Danyal or not. If his sweet brother could have been twisted after his murder into that monster, that Siren crooning at him to choose to die.

He'd never contemplated the fate of his brother's immortal soul before. Had he done this to him? Could Damian had avoided this by killing him honorably, instead of cowardly poisoning Danyal so he'd pass away in his sleep?

Damian allowed Grayson order for him. He wasn't hungry. The clouds above swirled ominously as he followed Grayson to a nearby awning with a picnic bench underneath.

Grayson took a bite of his gyro. "So? How have you been coping these past few days?"

"I'm not an invalid, Grayson," Damian hissed, glaring. "I'm fine."

A frozen breath brushed across his ear. "Ĺ̶̥̲̪̀̐ỉ̷̢̜̚a̴̧͖͛r̶̺̫̾͗̃͜,̶͕̐" Danyal whispered in his ear.

Grayson didn't notice or hear Danyal's voice. "You see, I don't believe you. One of your dead League friends is supernaturally gunning for you, Dami; it's normal to feel out of sorts."

Damian scoffed. "Nothing about this situation is normal."

He looked down at his food and sighed. "Yeah, that's for sure. I'm sorry, Damian. I wish this wasn't happening to you."

"And I wish the creature would just attack already," Damian griped. "It's the waiting that will kill me, not that fake."

Like someone had been listening, the sky opened up and it rained green throughout Gotham.