You've Heard About The Madonna/Whore Complex, Now I Propose Mary/Medea: A Fictional Mother Must Be An

I just think there’s something beautiful about the farmer leaving behind a soulless job at the Joja Company to go to a farm and then saving Shane from a soulless job at a Joja store, where he felt like everything in his life was going to shit, and the two fall in love because they realize that their life has never been so full of life until now because they’re doing what they love and they’re doing it together. I think…. Shane’s the best romance option.

the problem with trying to make Jason Todd’s point - that what Batman’s doing is ineffective and not enough to stop crime in Gotham - more legitimate in canon is that you’d have to skirt around the real reason all of Batman’s efforts isn’t stopping crime, that being that otherwise you wouldn’t have a story

the seemingly popular route by people who don’t actually know a lot about batman is that he’s not putting enough money into it (false, he does, it’s everywhere in canon) or that Gotham is magically cursed to forever be an awful garbage city which are both… not things you can solve by going on a killing spree

and, even worse for Jason, nothing Jason does can ever or will ever be more effective than what Batman is doing, because again, otherwise you wouldn’t have a story. so Bruce and Jason are now stuck coming at a problem cursed to never be solved from opposite sides, but jason has yet to learn the value of hope and in doing things not because it fixes the problem but because it keeps it from getting worse

All the daycare moms trying to piece together how Kazuki and Rei got together when they're a comedian and an oil baron:

Mic so seems the kinda teacher than confiscates students stuff for fun. Rubix cube? His now. Candy? His. Vape? Better not be a flavour he likes, if so, his.

From the bottom of my heart I hope 2024 is a better mental health year for everyone

Reading Pennywaynes as canon is SO funny because there’s no way to plot it out other than Martha dragging Alfred home, presenting him (in full, mild British fluster) to Thomas, and letting her darling husband know that she’d found a butler for them to fuck together.

He’s an excellent cook, he’s killed an indeterminate amount of people somewhere overseas, and she thinks he’d be lovely to have around for the baby.

having Batman as your dad is so cool (training, adventure, being treated like an equal) but people also forget that Batman is Bruce without the cowl, and Bruce is the kind of asshole who’ll watch you faceplant after a missed flip and go “hn….suboptimal.”

I bring a certain “Bruce and Dick should be allowed to be and always have been a non-standard dynamic. That’s the point—that in everyone who’s ever lived they, in a one-in-a-billion chance, found eachother and found home in the other. Not through blood or nuclear (family) labels, but in the recognition that “you’re just like me” and all that that encapsulates in it’s ambiguity” vibe to the function that a lot of batfamers don’t love