I Have A Folder Called Time Is A Flat Circle In Which I Collect Evidence Of Humanity. Here Is Most Of

I would not say that lawn mowers and brush cutters don't have a place in the world, but I would say that if every lawn mower and similar machinery vanished from existence tomorrow, we would suddenly notice a multitude of obvious practical uses for plots of land that were not consciously considered to be "land" at all, but rather just "space" separating two constructed things.

“I’m human!” Batman protests when one of the JL members looks at him in shock after he survives a mission that technically should've been able to kill Superman.

“I’m human!” Nightwing argues to his fellow Young Justice members after completely a quadruple backflip twirl and knocked out three guards when not even Kori can do that. 

“I’m human!” Red Hood complains to one of his generals after they accuse him of being a ghost and/or zombie. (in all fairness to them he did die)

“I’m human!” Red Robin mutters to the Teen Titans after pulling four all nighters and surviving off of only three packets of sugar and eighty cups of coffee for seven weeks. 

“I’m human!” Robin insists to his Mother during one of their monthly visits, despite the fact that he arrived with several stab wounds and what is probably a concussion that should have landed him in the hospital but he still walks straight. 

“I’m human!” Orphan signs to the concerned police officer after he just watched her rip a mans shin out with only her fingernails. (he is fine. Orphan doesn't kill)

“I’m human!” Spoiler dismisses the other heroes(vigilantes) looks, seconds after having beat up eight goons with nothing more than a textbook, while telling each one a joke and hitting them in the face if they didn't laugh, laughing at each one she told, and having just landed a triple backflip onto a trashcan.

“I’m human!” Barbara assures her father at their weekly coffee meeting, although she did roll up with Scarecrow fear toxin wafting from her hair, Gothams harbor water covering her wheels. 

No, Batfamily, you are not human. Not anymore. That is a technically and you should not die on that hill. (you will not, despite the fact that a real human would) You were born human, and even that isn't scientifically provable.

"I'm a meta." Duke admits, the only reasonable one in the batfamily willing to admit he's different, although no less crazy.

i wanted to draw batman's fresh as fuck look, but robin totally stole the show.

this post is about him now

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after all is said and done—after the Batfamily finds out that Jason is alive, after he and Bruce finally start to adress the joker-shaped elephant in the room, after Tim stops flinching every time Jason enters the room—the thing that hits Jason right in the chest out of the blue is fucking school.

he kicked ass at Gotham Academy. most of his teachers loved him (and the ones that didn't knew better than to try anything with Bruce Wayne's son). he was on track to win a special award for being the top English student in his grade.

sure, some of the kids were snobby and privileged little brats that were all bark and no bite. and sure, the parents somehow managed to be even worse. but did he complain?

not once. he dealt with the external shit (the whispers behind cupped hands or the assholes who "tripped" into him and sent his shit scattering to the floor) the same way he dealt with the internal shit (the imposter syndrome or the fear that one day, Bruce would decide he wasn't good enough): he worked his ass off and proved them wrong.

sure he's deadly with a mask over his face and a weapon in his arms, but give him a pen, a prompt, and sixty minutes on the clock? and he becomes the angel of death himself.

or at least he used to.

he never got to graduate, he suddenly realises. he never got to walk across that stage and receive his diploma. he never got to go to prom or go on the senior trip. he never got to sit any of his english exams (and yeah, he took AP Lang and AP Lit the same year, what about it?).

as Red Hood, he's good at a lot of things (murder and destruction, mostly). but as Jason Todd, school was one of the few things he was actually fucking good at, damn it.

once again, fate's made him into her personal chew-toy. dangling everything he ever wanted right in front of his face, close enough to touch, just to snatch it away again.

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Hello Neil, I've just finished "A game of you". It's a wonderful book (thank you), and it broke me utterly. I haven't cried myself to sleep over a story in years. The gravestone and the funeral were devastating on a very personal level (I'm trans, too, and I imagine my relatives would act exactly the same). A lot about Wanda hit home, but it also made it the hardest Sandman tale to stomach for me, so far.

I was curious if there was something specific that inspired or shaped her storyline? And in retrospective, is there something about it you would change or handle differently?

P.S. for fairness sake, I did make you a whale. Just a two-dimensional and rather awkward one

It began with my friend Roz Kaveney telling me about her friends who were being buried under their deadnames, hair cut, in male clothes, and my anger about that. I had no idea that happened, and it seemed wrong. Roz and the late Rachel Pollack were both good friends, and I realised that I wasn't seeing any trans women in fiction in 1989, so I wrote my own.

I made a few changes for the Audible adaptation.

Thank you for the whale.

I need more of the batfam acting like normal siblings in fics. Like you know that thing kids do when they’re stuck in the car for too long??

(In the same pretense as “I’m not touching you”)

Tim: I’m not even in crime alley

Jason: (pointing a gun at him) your foot is over the line

Tim: but I’m not in it

Jason: why are you even here??

Tim: wouldn’t you like to know weather boy

I just had to explain to my dad and his partner (an author) that I had just started to write for the first time in a /very long time/ because my inspiration finally hit me: bible fan fiction (good omens)

So now, because I'm only in the mood to write when I'm not in the mood to build characters, I am writing bible fan fiction fan fiction, and absolutely losing my mind.

(Thank you @neil-gaiman for the inspiration to write)