#AND THEN HE DIES
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casscainmainly · 2 days ago
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Dick and Cass' adoptions being visual parallels is so beautiful actually. The focus on their expressions, as Bruce stumbles through a speech about how overdue the adoption is:
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But how different the adoptions are too. How Bruce tells Cass she's free of David Cain, but says the opposite about Dick's parents; how Cass' adoption is framed as a choice, but Dick's as an inevitability. Because that's what both of them needed. Cass needed to make the choice, and Dick needed to know that the choice was always already made.
From Batgirl (2008) #6 and Gotham Knights #17
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bethanydelleman · 1 month ago
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A story about a king who is not well-suited for the job, but it's not like he's a tyrant, despot, womanizer, or squandering the country's wealth, he's just unhappy. He fully believes that he was divinely chosen by birth to be king, so why does he always feel like he isn't meant to do this? His only hope through each day and year is that he can eventually abdicate in favour of his son, but it will be at least twenty years before that's even possible.
He isn't good at court politics, he's not bad either, just not the sort of clever person who can stop the squabbling and get people easily on his side. He is haunted by a constant awareness that everyone near him wants something from him. He wonders if any relationship in his life is genuine. He longs for someone to call him by his real name instead of a title. His wife is a good partner, but it's no romance and she's still struggling to learn his language. He loves his children, but he chafes against the thousand unwritten rules and protocols that keep him from really feeling that he has a family.
Years pass and it never gets easier. Duty leads him on, because nothing else could keep him going for so long. His son seems intelligent and savvy, he only has to hold on a little longer. He's fully accepted that he'll never be remembered by history. He's no great king, just a placeholder for someone better.
He is on his deathbed when his eldest is twenty-five. He never had a chance to be free of the terrible burden that was the crown. He's never seen his wife cry so much, did she really love him all this time? His son tells him, "How can I ever measure up to your example?" What example? He was never a good king. Was he?
If only he could have known that he was
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uchulups · 1 year ago
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spamton tries the grimace shake
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freak-accident419 · 8 months ago
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JOSH PLAYING LIKE THE COMICALLY SENSITIVE DEEP POETIC CLICHE GUY IS SO FUNNY TO ME
THE FACT THAT HE REFERS TO HIMSELF IN THE THIRD PERSON TOO “toby doesnt do shoutouts” FUCKING HILARIOUS
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forestshadow-wolf · 1 year ago
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I know ive talked about this trope a few times already but I just can't get enough of it so...
Ghost who got poisoned while on a mission or something, he finds out that there is no antidote, he's going to die.
Instead of telling soap he yells at him, and tells him he hates him, and says he never loved him. He tells soap that he was an annoying mutt that he foolishly took pity on
And he goes on and on until there is absolutely no chance at recovery, even if he did survive the poison (which he won't), all so that whenever soap thinks of him, all that comes to mind is hate. He'd rather have soap hate him, than mourn him
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1driedpersimmon · 1 year ago
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Scus the //blood I was having feeling and decided the best solution was to dump Sesame in blood
And also Hauchie sweeping him off his feet because oh no
(And Sesame charm for myself hehe, maybe)
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mikakuna · 10 months ago
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thinking about an old soul robin!jason is so funny to me because imagine being a gotham citizen and seeing this wacky child dressed up in bright af colours in a city like gotham talking like "oh golly! that must've hurt!" or "gee whiz!" (everyone thinks he's the cutest thing ever)
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bravelittleocelot · 18 days ago
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Poseidon: how will you sleep at night?
Ody, done with his shit: NEXT TO YOUR MOM
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daisy-bugs · 11 months ago
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scar's red life shawl is his last life robes after one (1) mental breakdown and a pair of shears. to me.
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newvegascowboy · 20 days ago
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Saw a youtube short last night talking about how in an original concept of rdr2, Arthur was bisexual and could pursue a doomed tragic romance with a gay charles and like. I dont want to put any trust or credibility in a youtube short, but all these commenters were like "uhh its arthur morgan not Arthur williamson" acting like a bisexual arthur was the wooooorst thing ever and ignoring the fact that a doomed tragic romance perfectly fucking fits Arthur as a character
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grandapplewit · 1 year ago
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Imagine: you’re Dick Grayson, you’ve been a superhero since you were nine, and you just moved into your first apartment and started protecting your own city. You don’t talk to your dad much, anymore, because you can’t talk without fighting. Then, suddenly, your dad has a kid who looks a lot like you did at that age, but unlike you he’s happy and smiling and so, so excited to meet you. But you leave, and you only see the kid on the rare weekend you’re in town, and suddenly he’s a teenager and then he’s dead. And you grieve, because you never wanted a little brother, but you got one anyways, and then you lost him. And your dad is cracking apart, and you can barely look at him, because he didn’t even tell you when the funeral was. And then it’s five years later, and you have a dozen younger siblings that you train and love and protect with your entire being. And it’s five years later and your little brother is back, and he’s all grown up, but he doesn’t smile anymore. He’s angry, like you were, and hurt, like you were, and you fight with him like you fought with your dad, and you just want your miracle to turn out right.
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random-catto-named-reg · 1 year ago
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Oh.
"Please, Reg, tell me what I did, what's wrong with me, please-" James was nearly hysterical as he tried to figure out what the hell was wrong with him because Regulus could not have said those words.
We have to stop this.
Regulus' dark, sad eyes made him pause, mouth open with more pleads on the tip of his tongue.
Finally, Regulus spoke, and even though his voice was a mere whisper, his words punched the air out of James' lungs. "Why is it that you can see the beauty in everyone else, but you're blind to your own?"
Crouching down next to the distraught boy, he cupped his face in his hands, drawing in a shaky breath as James unconsciously leaned into his touch. "James," He breathed, the single syllable spilling almost reverently from his lips.
James had no reply, other than to close his eyes against the mournful, almost pitying gaze he was faced with.
"Please." His broken whisper seemed to break Regulus' resolve.
He sighed, shifting into a sitting position to pull him into his arms. "Oh, James."
His hand began running through the other boy's hair, gently untangling the curls and scratching his scalp with his blunt nails, and slowly, James began to relax, his sobs abating, his eyelids dragging shut, no matter how valiantly he tried to keep them open.
Regulus noticed, because of course he did. He always noticed things, his eyes sharp to everyone but James.
Only when he would look at James, would they soften to something other than the stone they seemed to be carved out of, grey and impenetrable.
"Get some sleep, James," Regulus said softly, rubbing his shoulder as he hummed under his breath.
"Don't leave-"
"I'll be here," Regulus promised.
James wakes up.
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go-to-the-mirror · 1 year ago
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nepobabyeurydice · 6 months ago
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Also, wild to me that no one ever considered Tsunade or Nawaki’s name as potential jinchuurki when they were younger.
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bericas · 2 years ago
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how much I meant to you, meant it sincere back then, we had time to kill back then. you ain't a kid no more. we'll never be those kids again.
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