#I am vague and not helpful

[clockworkreapers]

Amelia O'Brien has been targeted. Jeremy Pascal has been targeted. Jack Townsend has been targeted. Rosa Vasquez has been-

[kenobers]

Jason Todd Headcanons

just a few thoughts that help inform the way i write this doof. it's linked below as well, but check out jason's spotify wrapped if you have a minute! ;-)

Samsung User

Jason says he likes his coffee dark, but secretly orders flavored lattes (see that one Hozier photo)

Puts cinnamon in his coffee grounds

He may have good taste in books, but he's got shit taste in movies

Loves a few basic safe picks - Fight Club, Pulp Fiction, things you might expect from someone like him

But his "Watch Again" list is all cheesy action movies and wacky comedies. Mark Wahlberg appears a little too often.

Doesn’t watch a lot of television, but sometimes likes to fall asleep to Family Guy or South Park

Has one ear piercing he got on a dare, done by either one of his brothers or one of the Outlaws

Good gift giver, but only wraps things in newspaper

Really terrible about remembering to take his medication

To the point that Dick and Tim got him one of those every day of the week pill boxes as a joke - but it's actually been incredibly helpful

Is a regular at his neighborhood corner store

To the point where the guys at the counter don’t even card him anymore

He's the type of man to sleep till noon, 1:30 on Sundays

If he's sharing a bed, he will snuggle up to you in his sleep

Snores

Unfortunately uses 3-in-1 shampoo/conditioner/body wash

Has an high tolerance for weed, which annoys the hell out of him because he enjoys a joint but does not fuck with edibles

Every time he tries an edible, he stares at himself in the mirror for three hours and Does Not like it

Drunk Yapper

Beer Drinker

Doesn't always know his own strength

Not in the accidentally-break-someone's-arm type of way, but definitely in the sometimes-closes-the-door-too-hard-and-goes-"whoopsie daises!" type of way

Thankfully, he's become a pretty great handy man

Despite being a certified Car Guy, he did die at 15 and as a consequence is lowkey still learning how to drive a non-military grade car (in other words, he's a shit driver) (but it's okay, he sticks to the motorcycle and public transportation)

He's not a hugger, but he is a leaner

Thrifts all of his clothes

Prefers to get his books from local indie/second-hand/new & used bookstores

But still has a Barnes & Nobles membership card

His bookshelf is not organized what-so-ever; it's started to operate as more of a gun rack while his books get stacked underneath his bed (he tells himself that this will make him get through his To Be Read list faster)

His top played song of last year was “Kiss Me Through The Phone” by Soulja Boy

His music taste can be divided into three primary playlists; East Coast Rap, Metal, Ear Worms

Is the family expert on the Gotham underground music scene

He isn’t big on social media at all, but he has a Twitter with like 15 followers he uses to keep an eye on whoever

(and also to keep up with music and book updates)

He’s occasionally very funny on it. But just occasionally.

Just Online enough to know who Trisha Paytas is, not Online enough to know who ClubChalamet is

He got his GED once he joined the family again

and yes, they threw him a little party to celebrate

Has the BatChat on silent, but still checks it regularly

Terrible texter; you’ll either hear back from him immediately or in three weeks time

“srry didn’t see this”

(he did see this, he just got anxiety about it)

Has a lot of anxiety about smalls things like that

Especially when it comes to the Bat Family

He’s not always sure where he stands with everyone - if they like him, trust him, want him there

Paranoid that they’re nosy because they secretly think he’s going to go rogue again

Has to constantly remind himself that they’re just nosy the same way that he’s nosy - because this is literally a family of detectives

[mari-lair]

isolated stargazer consumed my brain i can't focus on any other of my wips

[irradiatedrosegarden]

sometimes you just gotta lick the homies

[topaz-mutiny]

"Seeing from his violent demeanor that he was English" is still probably one of the best (funniest) lines in Dracula, but I love how this part of the Post Script contrasts with the rest of the letter Sister Agatha sends.

The main body of the letter is to the point and polite on all matters (makes sense as it seems this part of the writing was overseen by our good friend Jonathan himself, though he's too weak to write) in contrast to the Post Script where Agatha adds in details that are emotionaly powerful and some aren't necessarily sordid but would absolutely be of concern.

Jonathan has nothing on him, he is shouting and in a rush, he has a frightening delirium, delirium can last and reemerge a long time into the future, he rambles about terrifying and grotesque subjects when in the throes of his brain fever (which is an old-timey way to describe a lot of mental illnesses and behaviors), and all of this overcomes a frailty and physical weakness from whatever else he's been through that causes him to otherwise be bedridden.

Even half of that could erode trust in someone. But as told in the rest of the Post Script:

He's recovering, he's gaining more lucidity, the Sisters notice his lucid moments are punctuated by gentleness and sweetness (hard to trust at first likely, due to frequent relapses, and the Sisters are eventually convinced a lot of his prior behavior was caused by the fading brain fever and not by his inherent personality), he is a cherished patient of the Hospital of St. Joseph And St. Mary, and it seems the staff are enamored with how often and with such love he talks about Mina, such that this spurred Sister Agatha to make the Post Script in the first place because it's the first thing she mentions.

[theriverbeyond]

i am exausted 100% of the time right now between work + big exam studying + daily functioning tasks + the drain on my soul of not doing art BUT. i do love my job a lot. love to have the validation that the thing i poured time / money / brain / blood+sweat-tears into getting a degree in is actually a thing i love doing. shoutout to that tumblr post i saw 10 years ago about firefighters and builders

[zrllosyn-art]

His hair DOES kinda, flop into his face after combat. So i guess he does??

Anyways more stuff that is not in the comic but i made on the side.

[lorelune]

in that same vein, i mean it so fr that i do this for fun. writing is a hobby. thirsting over fictional men is the fun reprieve i have away from my deeply independent, corporate grindset. i am here on tumbls and posting my silly little thoughts and words because i have FUN and be silly and share!!!

[mymarifae]

sooooooo when i jokingly said to myself "haha did ruan mei play aeonic necromancy on tingyun's remains or something" i wasn't expecting that to literally be the case what the fuck

[apollosmoon]

I want them worse when they’re with each other.

I want them to be negative influences on one another.

I need them to take one look at the other and know in their heart that there is no saving them. They are a doomed, twisted, tragic relationship that will lead to one of them hurting and killing the other. But for now, what they have is so passionate, so intensely intimate, they can’t bare to give it up until it’s forcefully ripped from their cold, perished hands.

I want the survivor to mourn the loss of something putrefyingly terrible because they will never be able to recreate the experience with another. I want the most toxic yaoi love possible.

I want them to look deeply into eachother’s eyes, holding the back of the the others head, as they speak in a tone like a wedding vow, that they promise they will never part, they will never escape, they will never be so happy, they will never be so miserable without the other.

In my favourite line from The Crane Wives song, Tongues & Teeth,

“I will only break your pretty things, I will only wring you dry of everything.”

“I will poison all your happy thoughts, I will love you like the ashes in my cigarette butts”

They are living so closely on the same wavelength that they are inseparable. They are menaces when they work together, one would burn civilizations to the ground for the other if they so desired. They would do anything for the other if only they asked. They annoy each other to no end. The are in love. They are in loathing.

They are so intensely passionate and obsessed, there is no way out but death. And one of them will die, soon, I’m sure. It’s only ever a matter of time. But they have the present, they have this wild inferno of the here and now, and they will not waste it.

[girderednerve]

i have been listening to plastic capitalism (vanatta, 2024). i'm like a third of the way through but here are my thoughts so far

okay just for background plastic capitalism is a history of the credit card industry & related regulation which runs from roughly the 1930s to the 1980s. this is the book i said has dissertation voice, so it is pretty dense, but i like it. okay moving on

one thing i have seen people say on here & elsewhere as a sort of yardstick for the recency of women's liberation (such as it stands, yikes) is that "women couldn't get credit cards until 1978." this is an interesting sentence which has become fascinating to me with more context

credit cards developed out of two major antecedents: travel cards (e.g., diner's club, introduced in the 1950s for jet-setting executives, & accepted at nightclubs, bars, airlines, & so on) and revolving credit plans offered by major retailers, which operated more like store accounts. the idea of attaching one's credit to a card came from the latter context, and they were the far more common credit offering. these cards were intended very explicitly to be used primarily by women

the people who pull out that 1978 date aren't wrong, though! women were the target audience for department store accounts, retail charge plans, early bank charge cards, but those creditors specifically targeted middle-class housewives & issued credit in their husbands' names (very 'you do the shopping & he gets the bill,' pearls & a red lip in the department store)

the 'credit cards for women' thing is interesting because if you are into the history of credit cards the big breakthrough in 1978 wasn't access for women, it was marquette v. first of omaha. marquette is the case in which the supreme court decided that a credit card transaction would be governed by the laws of the state in which the issuing bank was chartered, rather than the state in which the transaction physically took place. it sparked a sort of regulatory race to the bottom for a lot of states, as they tried to attract larger banks; this is why citibank's head office is in south dakota, despite the titular citi being located in (where else) new york. south dakota had no consumer credit law, and new york had a relatively low interest cap. hmm.

there's a real friction around consumer credit, because the postwar american lifestyle relied (among other things!!!!) on access to cheap consumer credit, but being a debtor is, speaking very generally, a disadvantaged & stigmatized social position. so on the one hand there's a precariousness attached to being in debt, but there's also the atomic-age glow of convenience & affluence attached to credit [sidebar plastic was a novel & exciting material when bank of america began issuing its industry-defining bankamericard in 1958]. why should women want credit cards in the first place? well, because they're now a requirement for full participation in the modern economy. this is why you see a sort of warm & fuzzy posture around signing people up for bank accounts & credit products, even though many of them will undoubtedly incur fees or have other problems as a result: they are being included! they are being offered Opportunity™

the framing which treats credit as a pathway to future success is more or less predatory marketing, but in the 1960s when these regulatory fights were being hammered out, there were a lot of civil rights activists who accurately pointed out that black people were systematically denied access to good credit. there is a wrinkle here where many black people were denied good credit because they had first been violently denied remunerative jobs or capital ownership, which had the very secondary consequence of damaging their creditworthiness, but it is very true that 'creditworthiness' is a subjective trait which was assessed by racist white bankers. it is also very true that people who need cash quickly & cannot access traditional forms of credit from a bank are pushed into riskier & more expensive forms of credit (pawnshops, payday & car title loans, etc.)

related to this tangle is one of my favorite regulatory bugbears, i.e. the thing where the united states does not have a federal usury statute & instead has disclosure laws [pattern in consumer protection more generally]. vanatta has a whole bit on the legislative history of the truth in lending act of 1968, & the two main arguments for disclosure instead of a federal ceiling on revolving credit were: 1) efficiency, in the sense that some freshwater economists wanted the market to regulate itself & in the sense that traditional state-level usury laws tended to have all kinds of bullshitty carve-outs for different kinds of lenders, so it was a huge mess, and 2) placating jim crow segregationists who resisted any attempts at all to expand federal power on principle. states' rights! so that's the background.

the weirdo fragmented state-level financial regulation was a deliberate outcome of the new deal's financial interventions. the new dealers wanted to expand credit to stimulate demand (as per the ideas of my man john maynard), but they had concerns about credit & wanted to limit it by keeping it tied closely into the traditional community relationships around local banks. this is a weird idea to me because i hate bankers but i did not become an adult until the twenty-first century. vanatta doesn't talk about antisemitism or cultural ideas about bankers at all so far, which is fine because the book can't be about everything, but i am very curious about it now. anyway that's the background for why marquette happened at all: on purpose, most financial regulation in the united states occurred at the state level, which is incredibly stupid but then here we are #laboratoriesofdemocracy

i should really read mehrsa baradaran's how the other half banks next. writing that down so i remember. i want to know more things about informal credit, the gray economy, regulatory failures, things of that nature

mastercard [well, the bank card network that became mastercard] was founded in buffalo because visa [well, the bank card division of bank of america, which became visa] had a very specific franchising strategy in mind & they didn't care about upstate ny as a market. those clowns #upstatepride

[cerealmonster15]

i started playing persona 5 like a year ago or something but i'm really really really slow at only play a little every month or so , so like over time like a buuunch of ppl i follow keep picking up the game and zooming way past where i am which keeps giving me this weird disconnect of whatever tf akechi has going on bc i personally kept forgetting he existed til he was suddenly appearing on screen but i keep seeing like ten billion posts of him and joker like

but so far the very few interactions i remember having w/him have all been like

this is not the same guy i see in the fanart. i have not met that guy yet. whens he gonna go freak mode (dont answer that)

[clownhonkbonk]

something something... vampires.

zaya uthman, vampire hunter, nim thunderstruck, the polite vampire.

characters belong to @apleye from their awesome sauce comic!! go read. super good.

[tracle0]

Feast your eyes! My pride stars :)!

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Delightful Distraction

A genderswapped FluffyNight drabble to celebrate reaching 300 followers! This was briefly looked over & written in two sittings! Happy reading!

Ccino hums quietly to the music that's playing in the otherwise quiet café & picks up the dirty dishes of the table that had just left, leaving the building free of customers for the time being.

Carrying the plates carefully with both hands, she walks into the back where the kitchen is & deposits the dirty dishes into the sink, already filled with plates from earlier in the day.

Ccino debates with herself for a moment before grabbing a pair of dish washing gloves from nearby & slipping them on. She might as well take advantage of the lack of customers & get a head start on washing up.

Scrubbing away at a dirty cup, Ccino's unaware of a presence approaching her from behind until there are suddenly arms wrapped around her waist, causing her to jump & tighten her grip on the mug in her hand in surprise.

Looking over her shoulder, Ccino glares at the grinning face behind her, huffing in annoyance. "Was that really necessary?" Nightmare lets out a quiet chuckle as she tightens her hold around Ccino, resting her head on the other's shoulder.

"No, but it was funny." She mumbles softly in response to the question, pressing a soft kiss against Ccino's neck in apology. "Will you ever find it in yourself to forgive me?"

Ccino rolls her eyelights & sighs with a shake of her skull, unable to keep the smile off of her face as she turns back to face the sink. "I don't know, what will you do to make it up to me?"

Nightmare hums as she thinks, grin softening into a smile as she tries to come up with a satisfying reply. "I could always make dinner for us tonight?"

Ccino stands straight & pulls away from Nightmare's hold slightly to look at her, a look of panic on her face as she frantically tries to backtrack. "N-No, it's fine! No further apology needed, I'm good!"

Nightmare huffs with a pout, reluctantly pulling away & taking a step back from the other. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Ccino pauses to take off the gloves she's wearing before turning to face Nightmare fully. "Honey, you know I love you," she takes the other's hands into hers, squeezing them softly as she meets Nightmare's gaze & continues speaking, "but your cooking could use some work."

Nightmare frowns as if she's upset, but shrugs after a moment as a smile forms on her face again. "Yeah, that's fair." She squeezes Ccino's hands in return, leaning in & pressing a chaste kiss against the other's teeth.

Ccino hums as she goes to kiss Nightmare again, unsatisfied with how short the last one was, only to jump at the sound of the bell hanging in front of the door ringing & signaling the presence of a customer.

She pulls away in a panic, adjusting her apron with a light blush on her face as she walks away from Nightmare & back out to the actual café area, calling out to the customer. "Just a moment!"

Nightmare watches as Ccino walks away with a pout, tentacles drooping in disappointment as she hears her begin to take the customer's order. She had hoped to have Ccino's attention for longer, but that clearly wasn't going to happen.

Nightmare looks over at the dirty dishes that she had distracted Ccino from, sighing & grabbing the gloves that the other had been using. She may as well help her darling out a little since she had distracted her.

[spitblaze]

What happens when you win the debate on who's the most oppressed group in the transgender community. What happens then. What could be accomplished by finding the one group that is the single most downtrodden demographic that suffers at the hands of every other community and putting them up on the 'most oppressed' throne with a 'most oppressed' trophy that could not be accomplished if we listened and paid attention to individual and group needs and worked to address them without the need to determine 'who has it worst', or worse, 'who actually belongs to the most oppressed group'.