#should undergo

[writeshite]

"Well, well, look at you," you laughed, "I can't say I've had the pleasure of being caught before, charmed Batman. I'm a bit disappointed to see you're not a demon; I thought we might hit it off."

The Batman doesn't speak at first, then holds you up against the wall, “The Upper East End. Tuesday night.”

“Hmm, doesn’t ring a bell,” you shrug and he presses his arm harder against your throat, “Now, now, batboy, I need my vocal cords for later, I’ve got a couple men’s names to scream in the bedroom.” He throws you to the ground, you roll a few meters and laugh, “Oh, I love a man who plays rough.”

You prop yourself up on your elbow, grabbing his leg before he can press it on your chest, twisting your body just enough to unbalance him. The Batman stumbles, almost tripping over you as you pull him over yourself. As he’s busy trying to stabilize himself, you get up, shaking your shoulders, “Dimittis,” you mutter and the cuffs fall to the ground, and you blow him a kiss before running off. Batman squints his eyes and pursues, much to your delight.

[pulsarex]

get hogged idiot (original under the cut)

apparently no one knows who originally drew her either (tineye doesnt work)

[psalmsofpsychosis]

not gonna lie homos and homies, there's something incredibly, incredibly depressing about Batmanverse and the concept of Batjokes in particular, and it's not the murder murder stab stab death plots.

It's the collective unmentioned canon agreement around these characters never being able to escape the confinements of their narrative.

they get pushed to the very edges of their predefined thresholds, they toe the lines of their stories, they poke it and probe it and sometimes even flirt with the possibility of crossing the bounds of their narratives, but they never break throught the structure. they never go over the line, always sorta of wiggling in place; batjokes in particular is the most enticing and intriguing stagnant 85+ years story i have ever seen.

There are unspoken rules around who Batman is, what he will and will not do, and those rules are rarely questioned, if ever. No matter what he does, he cannot be in love with a man, and he cannot ever love Joker in particular. He cannot experience mental and emotional peace. he cannot kill and he cannot show sincere emotional vulnurability, he cannot experience his love in an open and unashamed way. His narrative thresholds confine him to a socially sanctioned image that is meant to be familiar and tangible to the average straight dude, and it's quite frankly exhausting to witness. Whatever happens to Batman's story, he never arrives at physical emotional or mental peace and on a foundational level his tale never changes, not really. You can almost feel it when he constantly bumps into this unspoken narrative rules and stops in his tracks, each and every goddamn time, for 85+ years. It's like a keyed up nutcracker toy soldier bumping into a wall, stumble back two steps, bump into the walls, stumble back two steps, bumpt into the wall,

As someone who loves stories that love to question their own narrative points and break through them and do something different, staring at Batmanverse comics for too long at a time lowkey feels heartbreaking, nothing ever truly changes in this bitch.

[chadepitanga]

Ok but does he look at ezri dax like that? He does not

[ms-hells-bells]

hiring bill skarsgard to be nosferatu that lilyrose's character supposedly uncontrollably lusts after, then making him the most repulsive looking fuck imaginable is both an insult and waste of a skarsgard but also reflective of how i see straight couples.

[giddlygoat]

glen furlblam deserved to be in more episodes both because he’s awesome and because can you imagine how much harder he could embarrass himself with a 3rd featured episode? like he wouldn’t even need to have another power hungry meltdown. his reputation is already fucked

[drowned-cypress]

Robin didn’t remember exactly what she was dreaming about; she just knew that she had been dreaming with a sense of urgency. The alarm pulled her towards consciousness like surfacing from underwater. She slapped at her PDA and it silenced, but it was too late. She was already awake. She was sore all over, hungry, thirsty, and she needed to pee. The ground seemed to be leaching warmth from her back, so she sat up and stretched.

“What happens as you are sleeping?” the alien in her brain asked.

Robin jumped, startled. She’d forgotten about him.

“I was being pulled from illogical world to illogical world with you at the center of them all.”

Robin yawned. She wanted to be frustrated with the alien, but her head was still too fuzzy from sleep to really work up the emotion. “I was dreaming,” she answered neutrally.

“Does it serve a purpose? It was such disorienting and fragmented thought–random images and sensations.”

Had he never heard of dreaming? Was she going to have to explain every aspect of human life? She supposed so. She rubbed her eyes, wishing vaguely for coffee and trying to kick her brain into gear. It sounded like Al-An was from a species that experienced life very differently. “We aren’t completely sure what it does,” she replied, recalling what she knew about the neuroscience of dreaming, “but scientists theorize that it’s the brain’s way of processing memories and emotion. It can also just be incidental brain activity. Pretty much every human dreams though, as do many other mammals.”

“Is it enjoyable?” Al-An asked.

“Sometimes.” Robin pulled her backpack into her lap and retrieved a slightly squashed nutrient bar. “There’s good dreams, and there’s bad dreams, and then there’s dreams that aren’t really either. I’ve had dreams that were entire fleshed out narratives full of adventure, but I’ve also had dreams where I was convinced that something awful was going to happen to me or my sister, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I’ve had dreams where I woke up sobbing for no reason. A lot of my dreams make no sense after I wake up, but honestly, I don’t usually remember my dreams.”

Robin peeled back the nutrient bar’s protective foil and took a bite. These things were always so bland, but she didn’t have anything else at the moment.

“Your biofeedback indicates that narratives are the most enjoyable dreams,” Al-An said. “I therefore hope you have more of those. Mainly for my own safety.” The trepidation that entered Al-Al’s tone on this last statement made Robin blink.

“They aren’t harmful, you know, even when they’re scary,” she tried to reassure him. “The worst they can do is disrupt my sleep.”

“I found it unsettling. I did not know what was happening.”

Now that she thought about it, it was kind of weird that he could see her dreams. He had said he couldn’t read her mind. She frowned as she puzzled it over. When she thought about what actually happened in the brain during dreams, it made more sense. He had access to her sensory input. Brain scans showed that the various parts of the brain responsible for seeing and hearing or whatever all lit up during dreams, the same way they did when receiving actual sensory input. Actually, “Wait,” now that she thought about it, the weirdest part was, “were you aware while I was dreaming?” 

“Should I not have been?”

“Most people aren’t aware they’re dreaming,” Robin explained. “They generally experience everything going on as something that’s happening to them, including the actions they themselves take. It's like a story, and they’re just watching it happen without any agency. There’s a practice, called lucid dreaming, where people learn to become aware that they’re dreaming, and get to control the dream. I’ve always wanted to try it, but it’s never worked for me. Do you remember everything that happened in the dream?”

“I believe so.”

That was kind of disturbing. She chewed her bland nutrient bar as she thought about that. Dreams could also be raw manifestations of unconscious desires. The fact that he remembered them and she didn’t left her feeling exposed. It was going to be awkward as hell if she had a sex dream.

“A lot of people have trouble remembering their dreams,” Robin said after she had finished the nutrient bar. She put the foil back into her backpack and retrieved her last water bottle. “That’s because the part of the brain that encodes short term memory into long term memory is less active while we’re asleep, so we usually only clearly remember the parts of the dreams that happen when we’re partially awake. Some people can remember more of their dreams by thinking about them immediately after waking up, or journaling about them, which helps intentionally encode the short term memory into long term memory.”

“Is it not distressing to have incomplete memories?”

Robin sipped her water and shrugged. “Not really. Dreams can be entertaining, but if I don’t remember what happened, it’s not like I’m missing out on anything actually important. Now that you’re here though, I’m mildly concerned about what you might see that I might not even know about.”

“That bothers you.”

It was an observation, not a question. Robin was reminded that he had mentioned biofeedback. She supposed that functioned as a kind of empathy. All emotions had both a physical and a mental component to them. If he could feel every physical sensation that she felt, then he would be able to make a good guess of what emotion she was experiencing. She wasn’t sure how she felt about him being able to read her like that. It wasn’t too different from other people reading her facial expressions, just… more invasive. He was an alien, though. Would he even understand a lot of the physical responses her body had to emotions? He apparently did to some extent, to understand when she was bothered.

“How about this,” Robin started, trying to keep the conversation on track. “The next time I’m dreaming, try telling me I’m dreaming. It would be interesting to see if you could induce lucid dreaming. Perhaps if I’m more in control of my dreams, it will be less disorienting for you.” It could also potentially make it easier for her to remember her dreams, and make it less likely for her dreams to contain something embarrassing.

“Very well,” Al-An agreed. “The experiment is worth the attempt. What would you do in a lucid dream?”

That was a good question that deserved some thought. “I’m not sure,” Robin said slowly. “Probably fly. One of the best dreams I ever had let me float around in the air weightlessly, but still in total control of my body. It was pretty fun. I’d like to do that again.”

“Then I shall remind you to make the attempt.”

Robin smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

[nightfall-1409]

frankly speaking like i was there seated for the asajj ventress stuff i love her and have since 2003 girl is serving no matter what. it adds new stuff to her character and ykw i think she deserves it. the episode with the separatist general revering her? man. we know she regrets it. good people still relied on her fearsome persona.

did we really need an origin story for mr cad bane. Cad Bane? I think the guy just popped up fully formed from the earth like that he did not need an origin story for him and his hat. like oh cool i guess this guy had a mentor who wore The Hat and his childhood best friend became a cop and ooh look the best friend put bane in jail because bane was a bad man and look we made the first girl duros character in star wars canon to give cad bane a girlfriend and a son, and then bane kills the best friend and walks away from his child. what does this ADD? only thing im taking away from it is that his name is colby thats funny af.

[endykelopaedia]

and i would still transition even if every cis person was nice about my gender pre-transition

[mcsmtxt]

JESSE & PETRA : 'i'm all in' vs 'i'll always wait for you' ,

[katyspersonal]

Holy shit, I've always been the same:

me as a kid: *criticised a girl for coloring every girl in her coloring book as blue-eyed blonde and pointed out every variation of other colorations*

me as an adult: *every once in a while instructs fans that just mind their business on what other design or lore headcanons there are that they haven't explored*

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me as a kid: *covers each of my like 20 toys with something like a blanket and wishes them a good night, even those I never played with in fear that they'd feel neglected*

me as an adult: *acknowledges each fictional character in [interest], even those I don't invest into because I feel bad for those that remain neglected*

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me as a kid: *gets rocks thrown at me by bullies at the shared playing yard but refuses to stop playing there despite risk of injuries because their reasoning for bullying me was "unfair"*

me as an adult: *gets harassed, slandered, bullied, stalked and shunned in a fandom but refuses to stop posting and talking with other fans despite it ever getting worse because the reasoning for harassing me was "unfair"*

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me as a kid: *not only inexplicably believes Slenderman is real, but also consistently goes in the woods seeking for him (or notes)*

me as an adult: *not only inexplicably believes Aldrich is real, but also consistently goes towards a specific shore hoping he will communicate at some point. previously it was Mico and I kept trying to communicate via mirrors*

[coochiequeens]

It's not about the stocking it about the brat milking the transition for attention and adding more work for the aunt before the holidays.

[nana-glass-chillhop-radio-hour]

Oh! Now that I've listened to 32 I can weigh in on if Hayward is hot now in good conscience.

My ruling:

Hayward is not any more or less hot than he was before, you all just have immense competency kinks. Which is normal and fine btw but I must point out that your experiences are not universal. some of us liked him even when disheveled and deeply pathetic. Some of us liked him especially when he was disheveled and deeply pathetic.

[is-that-sand-in-my-waffles]

The Feeling when a new blorbo embeds itself in your brain should be accompanied by thunder, lightning, and shouts of "IT'S ALIVE" to really immortalize the moment

[coreplush]

"why is jax such an asshole? they should make him nicer in the show" SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP i need them to continue to cook if you make him so so niceys i will kill you

[snarltoothed]

i genuinely hurt my mother’s feelings the other day by saying something i thought was just like a well-known fact about her personality and i feel a little bit guilty but she’s always been hyper-critical of the way i interact with other people and frequently tells me how i am bad and wrong and really difficult to enjoy talking to or being around so like… i’m not apologizing. if she feels guilty and bad about herself as a person because i casually mentioned how she’s not the most emotionally supportive person in the world… well so be it. i didn’t say anything untrue or even attach any moral value to being an emotionally supportive person or not. she attaches moral value to how appropriately i am able to engage in small talk… she’ll live