the dynamic between heinz doofenschmirtz and perry the platypus would probably come off as v romantic and gay if they were two people in a similar age range rather than a dude and a platypus. no i dont ship them but think about it. villainous monologues are already a very romantic and gay thing in itself (don’t question me on this you know im right). listening to somebody ramble excitedly about something they’re proud of is even more romantic and cute af. also doofensmirtz is already gay anyway. the only thing preventing this from becoming Peak Gay is the fact that perry is strictly professional and also a platypus. thanks for coming to my ted talk
Palpatine u sad wrong motherfucker. I LOVE THIS. Because its so true, Anakin had put Padme in this pedestal like she was a saint and its not as explicitly stated or given a metaphor but Anakin had done this with Obi-wan too, calling him the perfect jedi as if jedi weren't the stories he heard of as a kid about warriors and mythical beings who would come and save everyone, and even if Obi-wan slowly becomes a man in his eyes to Anakin he is still the epitome of that perfection. I love it, i love this, and i also really love how fucking wrong Palpatine is, like u delusional old fool ur gonna destroy urself without realizing it bcos yes Obikin will also destroy themselves but they will drag everyone around them into this destruction and then build themselves back up too.
It takes thirty-two more hours for the realization to come to Sidious, and he blames Skywalker wholly for the delay. The boy's own stupidity and black-and-white view of the galaxy must be rubbing off on him, that's the only reason Sidious can think of for not having thinking of this sooner.
Kenobi.
And Skywalker.
The answer has been sitting right before him this entire time, but he had been too blinded by his own hatred of Kenobi to see it. And Skywalker's hero worship of the man hadn't helped, of course. The way Skywalker talked of his old Jedi master evoked images of untouchable saints, glowing angels, benevolent deities...the same way he talked of those sentients he fancied himself in love with at the height of his relationships with them. Gilded and perfect and infallible. It was the way Skywalker loved, to paint his paramours as idols placed upon a pedestal.
How had Sidious missed that Skywalker had already done the same thing with Kenobi? Years ago! For years, he has endured Skywalker's fanatical praise of his Jedi master. He has listened to him complain about the man, his fastidiousness, his devotion to the Jedi Order--but oh, those moments that Sidious had made the mistake of agreeing with Skywalker's own words! He has never felt closer to losing Skywalker's trust than those times he let a bad word about Kenobi slip past his lips, even though Skywalker himself had already said much more damning things.
And yet no matter the argument, no matter the disagreement between Kenobi and Skywalker, Skywalker's faith in his master did not waver. He never took his master down from that pedestal, no matter how many times Kenobi revealed himself to be just a man.
Sidious has spent years resenting that, resenting Skywalker's unshakeable devotion to his master. He has spent years trying to ingratiate himself to the boy, trying to replace Kenobi as the boy's mentor, his father. And every time he has failed because it seems that no matter how often Kenobi manages to break Skywalker's heart, Skywalker gives it to him again without hesitation.
But...but if Skywalker were to see Kenobi through the lens of a man in love, if they were to fall into bed together and strike up a romance, then surely...surely Kenobi would flinch at the force of Skywalker's naked devotion.
I think what appeals to me about Jason and Tim’s relationship (and what I think DC is sleeping on), is that you have two people with these deep hurts and hopes that are intrinsically wrapped up in the existence of the other person. And therefore through building a relationship with that other person, there is healing and resolution to be found. In a purely platonic sense, I think they can “complete” each other.
For Jason, Tim is a Replacement. He’s the kid who came along and provided a successful model for Robin in a morbid kind of A-B testing. He’s also a proxy for everything Jason thinks Bruce did and is doing wrong. We’ve seen how Jason speaks to his younger self; he’s ashamed of him, he’s scared for him, and crucially, he thinks he’s beyond saving (check out this awesome post by @you-only-live-twice). Tim is the Robin who survived (and survived Jason’s multiple attempts on his life no less). That Jason tries to kill Tim while simultaneously trying to recruit him reveals the ferocious insecurity Tim ignites in him, as well as a no-shit Sophoclean drive to emulate/replace Batman; Tim being a perfect totem. This post by @sohotthateveryonedied points out that whole hoo-ha both hilariously and comprehensively.
For Tim, yes, Jason is a cautionary tale. But Jason’s death is also the demon Tim is spurred to save Bruce from; first trying to convince Dick to take up the mantle again, then ultimately assuming the role himself. Most important in this is, without Jason dying, there is no Tim as Robin. Leaning somewhat erroneously on death and rebirth myths like the Egyptian Osiris; the prince died and he was reborn, but his life-force was split: Jason, who becomes an abjuration of the bright and bold pixie-booted young Jason, and Tim, the changeling who–it can be argued–usurps Jason’s “throne.” When Tim himself is eventually ousted by a younger model who also invokes blood lineage, Damian, we see all of these insecurities and proprietary anxieties rear up in full. Tim is be-Jasoned. Sort of.
So, what can Tim and Jason offer each other? A completeness. A centre. One which does hold. Dogged by feelings of rejection and lost capital, Jason and Tim offer each other a beautiful kind of grace. Balance too, as we have the broad, passionate Jason and the slender, calculating Tim. The Robin who couldn’t-be and the Robin who shouldn’t-be. I think that’s beautiful and would love to see more of it.
Tim: *drops food by accident*
Dick:
Tim:
Dick:
Tim: *slowly reaches for it*
Dick: Timmy no
Tim: *holding it*
Dick: Tim no
Tim: *holds it close to his mouth*
Dick: Timothy. Timothy Jackson Drake Grayson-
Tim: *puts the food in his mouth*
Dick: TIMMY
Tim was fr stressing Dick OUT as a kid like he was twenty years old with grey hairs because SOMEONE (ten year old Tim) couldn't understand the concept of looking twice before you cross the road. He's twenty-four now and still gets heart attacks daily because what do you MEAN Tim befriended the dangerous ghost-thing (that's apparently a girl????) he was supposed to turn into the police? What do you MEAN the ghost is now one of Tim’s best friends?? Why is he flirting with EVERYONE remotely his age and why is it working?? (<- he gets it from Dick) Why do half the guys in his grade invite him out on dates that Tim doesn't know are dates?? Why is Tim befriending literally everyone??? (<- he also gets that from Dick) Why did LADY SHIVA take an interest in him??
He's also got to deal with the new sibling and sibling-adjacent figures that Bruce and/or Babs took in, plus Tim just. Bringing people into their home. Also did he mention his boyfriend is having an identity crisis? Because his boyfriend is having an identity crisis.
Bonus:
Some dialogues are directly from discord server (especially Bonus Page 5). It's too funny to let it stays in the server so I decided to share with you all. I hope y'all enjoy! Thank you for reading!
Eldritch Nika!!! I’ve always been fascinated with this idea ever since reading those fics where Nika is a separate entity (that may or may not have a an agenda of his own) and slowly influences Luffy to being a facsimile of himself. The You are my Sunshine and At the Gallows… are my favorites of Luffy being… slightly off and uncanny due to Gear 5/Devil Fruit. And all those “Gear 5 at Marineford” fics where everyone is horrified at the reality bending he does (Time Moves Through You being my favorite) are fantastic and big inspiration.
ALLHP ; who's the father LOL
Wild Space by Karen Miller was a doozy