i'm thinking about jason vs white streak and a helmet that doesn't cover his entire face, and the absolute missed comedy of the entirety of crime alley thinking that they are getting beaten up by a very old man.
Average crime alley guy: yeah and then he stopped wearing the full face cover and his hair is like white underneath it's so weird--
other guy: wait. like. white? Like. LIke old person white?
Average crime alley guy: oh my god. oh my goooood. he uses a voice modulator to hide that he's approximately 98 years old. mr hood sir do you need help crossing the street?
Jason, 19: ?????????????
jason then realizes the convenience of being able to take off the mask and no one realize it's him because they're looking for someone older than alfred and just goes along with it and tells increasingly made up stories about being young in the 40s while shooting peoples kneecaps out.
its important not only to take inspiration from good things but bad things as well. there are few driving forces more powerful than "this fucking sucks i could do it better"
Oh, so when YOU ignore decades of characterization because "batman would never abuse his kids!" and "that's not my batman!!" it's fine, but when I, a Jason Todd fan
the idea that jason stils has slight memory gaps from when he was robin and before he died makes me laugh because it would be like--
jason: *talking about how he just called bruce dad for the first time again while in full red hood gear and in front of commissioner gordon* it was horrible. I'm never going to recover, dickie. the embarrassment was too much dick: *not even looking up from his phone* can't be worse than that time when you were 13 and professed your undying love for wonder woman in front of diana, who bruce hadd been about to introduce you to jason: *having a heart attack* can't be worse than the time I WHAT
Trauma didn't make me nice, I consciously made me nice because I don't want anyone else to suffer like I did. Trauma didn't make me strong, I made me strong. Don't you dare ever tell me my trauma made me anything but scared, broken, and confused. Don't give credit to the abusers for me being a good person. They didn't make me good, I made myself good.
more on tim being a bird
the bats have titled Tim's sleeping habits "nesting" when he does actually take yhe time to nap. he likes to be cozy
when you’re obsessed with character coding dc comics is free real estate ask me about the autistic coded characters ask me about the history of queercoding and how it ties into dc ask me about trans coding as it pertains to secret identities i beg of you i am fascinated
*me, checking my own AO3 account to see if I have posted any new fic I’ve been waiting for yet*
A small thought for disability pride month... There's a stereotype/myth/common perception that mental health meds make people's art worse. Sometimes, it's portrayed as people being incapable of making art at all. Other times, they simply don't have anything interesting to say now that they're "happy." Some people even avoid going on meds because they worry about not being able to make art.
I want to share some pages of a comic I made during a manic episode, before I was on any proper medication.
I think this comic is very interesting, very raw and unique, but this was my attempt to be understood by other people. I made this art thinking that other people would know exactly what I meant by it. I thought this was incredibly clear, that it would communicate everything I was going through and had experienced without any ambiguity. When people didn't react how I wanted, when they couldn't parse it in the way I intended, it hurt me. Here was my best attempt to be understood, and I remained alone.
Now I'll show some comics I made after being on a mood stabilizer/antipsychotic.
You can say what you like about the artistic merit of it compared to that raw, abstract work I made before, but what matters to me is that I was actually able to connect to other people through this art. When I showed this work to people, their reaction was in line with what I intended. They saw part of me. I made it to show a side of myself I was incapable of expressing without art, and when people read it, they actually saw that side of me.
Without medication, I was trapped in my own world. I couldn't even begin to fathom how to connect to another person because we weren't using the same vocabulary. You might be "interested" or "compelled" by my suffering, but part of that interest comes from the mystery of my delirium. No matter how unique the result, it still represented a failure of intent. Learning to make art again after exiting that delirium was difficult, but I promise you it was and is worth it.
okay but brucie wayne IS a single mom WHO DOES work two jobs who LOVES his kids and never stops!!! he has gentle hands AND a heart of a fighter!!! HE’S A SURVIVOR!!!
Bug || 22 they/them || pure chaos + lots of neurodivergent and Batman shit
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