#This uh

[puppetmaster13u]

Another de-aged Danny au, but he's with Dan & Ellie & Jazz as well.

Jason has like just arrived back to Gotham, caused chaos in the underbelly due to well, 8 heads in a duffle bag, and is just starting his takeover of Crime Alley. It's going good, great even! And then he busts some sort of gang or smuggling ring run by people in white suits and there's... holy shit why do these four toddlers have Lazarus eyes?!

Is that a lab?! And Lazarus waters?! Jason might be a bit mad but he's not an asshole, he's not going to just leave these kids here to the streets. He can't just take them to the Batclan either, and as much as he begrudgingly trusts Talia, he sure as fuck doesn't trust Ras. Who knows what he'd do to four... what are they, pit-kids?

Now he's juggling his whole revenge-thing, running a criminal empire, taking over Gotham's underbelly, and being a single dad. At least the goonion seems to be down for helping, seeing as he's making Crime Alley safer...? .... Fuck he needs some proper sleep

[doughguts-art]

STOP FIGHTIIIIING

[milder-manners]

[liquidtoxicmetal]

“do I look like him”

[astro-nomaly]

lloyd. no further questions.

Oh you’re evil for that

[daughterofheartshaven]

I love seeing a mutual's post that has like a dozen+ notes because I left a bunch of unhinged replies in their replies section

[wintersportism]

oh so they kicked eisei huh

[thegcng-arch]

there's this voice in my head that keeps telling me i'm doing everything wrong. it's been here for as long as i can remember, really. it sounds just like my mother, our dearly departed barbara. even though she's dead it seems she never really left. it always puts me on edge, makes me so angry. it's difficult to explain, hard to explain, too vulnerable. i don't want people to know about this voice, about these thoughts. that's not who dennis is supposed to be. i'm confident, perfect, intelligent, handsome. i'm enough, i have to be enough. the only person who i think picks up on the voice is @clockturned. that only annoys me more. that will happen, i suppose, when you live with someone for over twenty years.

mac is always trying to help and it pisses me off. like a puppy waiting for a treat, tail wagging with excitement as he waits to be given an order, begging to show his master how good he is ( i suppose that's what i am, his master ). even though all morning i've been telling mac to shut up as he tries to help me 'feel better', he still has the audacity to look at me with those shining brown eyes and say "i would do anything for you".

my head snaps to the side, eyes narrowing in his direction as i let his words hang in the air. i can hear the voice in my head getting louder, telling me to push mac away, to push away anyone who tries to help. "i know that mac." i respond, words quiet and cool, drawing in a deep breath. i've been trying to ignore that voice in my head recently, trying to be better. less rage-full. but how do i move on from everything i know?

"you should worry about what you can do for yourself." i continue on as i take a sip of my tea, leaning back in the kitchen chair a bit as i tilt my head up to look at mac. "because honestly, mac, you're a mess. if you spent less time worrying about how to fix me, maybe you could finally fix whatever the fuck is going on with you."

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

After your first encounter with Moon (which I have yet to write about, bear with me here), Sun tells you not to wait at the lamppost anymore, but to instead go straight to his cave and wait inside, making absolutely no stops along the way. You quirk a brow at his instructions (red flag #1, Sunny) but don't protest, shrugging it off as part of the elaborate mystery of the world in your closet. Sun neglects to tell you of the true dangers of the woods, the spies and thieves and kidnappers, of the terrible fate which falls upon every human that treks the death-white snow. He really ought to tell you, but every time he opens his mouth to say something, it's the wrong time, because you're laughing at his jokes or smiling warmly in his direction, or staring up at him with eyes that soak in everything he's ever wanted to say with devoted wonder and passion, and he hasn't had pleasant company in so long, not since...

His voice dies in his throat every time.

He's weak. He can't. He can't bring himself to do it even if he has to, he knows he has to and yet he can't. You have this-this spark in your eyes, this light to your soul, one so bright it illuminates everything around it. Such light hasn't existed in a long, long time. You are a beacon that draws him in like a moth to a flame, urging him to bask in the light and drink in the warmth it provides. You bring hope to a world of bleak defeat, a hope that Narnia desperately needs, that he desperately needs.

Sun knows his time is limited. He could break any day now, either succumbing to the screaming urge to take you up to the manor, to your grave, or to be taken to the jaws of the waiting tyrant himself. But if he tells you of such a risk, you may not return. You would leave, and he would be in the dark again.

Perhaps he is selfish, for wanting to keep such a bright light to himself.

[basingstokemercury]

Hmm still trying to unpack that one, it's interesting as a self-psychoanalysis

I know that logically it shouldn't change how I see Julian

I couldn't care less about his physical ability, and having a highly intelligent character to relate to may be nice but isn't what makes a person

As ambivalent as I am about O'Brien, he's right here: I (and, I assume, the cast) love Julian for his compassion, understanding, and gentleness. None of those were given to him by the gene therapy, and none of them are changed by its existence.

So why do I still think of him differently? Why am I uncomfortable with this information? Why does being told that I spent all this time being enamoured by invested in a genetically altered person make me feel misled or betrayed somehow?

It's honestly a rather unpleasant self-realisation, considering all this was done without his consent and he seems to feel the same way about it.

Anyway to sidetrack from my awkward self-reflection

The ending stinger felt kind of... mean-spirited I guess?

He's clearly spent half his life agonising over whether he really deserves his success and what the life he should have had would have been like, and after one moment of sympathy and support O'Brien's response is "so this gives you an advantage over me? we can't have that!"

Honestly

I already wrote my thoughts on his actions in the next episode but this merits criticism too

WHY DO YOU WANT TO EMPHASISE THAT HE'S DIFFERENT AFTER HE POURED OUT HIS HEART IN FRONT OF YOU AND GAVE A WHOLE SELF-HATING MONOLOGUE DO YOU HAVE NEGATIVE EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE OR SOMETHING

[sparrowsage]

What's the WORST torture you can think of in the next five seconds??

NO CHEATING

TYPE IT. TYPE IT NOW.

Worst torture? It would probably be having my main subject tied hand and foot to a chair, gagged and unable to look away from what's in front of him. Then, I'd bring in someone he's close too, who would also be restrained and beat them bloody, letting my main subject watch on in horror. I'd take a hammer to their bones and a gun to their ball socket joints before pouring gasoline over their body and lighting it, watching on as my main subject cries in terror as they can't look away from their loved one dying a horrible gruesome death. Then I'd repeat til I was satisfied or til I ran out of people. By the end, I'd let my main subject sit with this horror for a few days before doing it to them.

[vamptits]

I can't keep having the same conversations about love languages, mbti, iq, bmi, "brain fully formed at 25" and shit over and over again...

[koobiie]

i feel strongly about this

[climbingthefloors]

the us banning tiktok over fears of chinese influence prompting americans to flee to xiaohongshu (which translates to little red book - the same name as the famous red book of mao zedong quotations) and form instant connections with the chinese… you can't make this kind of irony up

[saddest-girl-in-the-whole-world]

I will NEVER not fuck with women using a traditionally masculine title. Tell me more about that girl that's also a prince.