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ch.1 - fences and cities- dbf! joel miller x oc! miriam

Chapter One of "Fences and Cities" dbf! joel miller x oc! miriam

To check out the series and what it's about click here!

This story follows Miriam, but you can easily step into her shoes.

mentions: age gap (24-47), dad best friend, joel miller is a warning on its own!

Minors stay out or read at your own risk! I'm not responsible for your consumption!

divider by @cafekitsune

Montana

The old, familiar smell of Montana—pine trees and fresh air—mingles with the dust of the small airport parking lot. Her suitcase, heavy and unwieldy, pulls at her shoulder as she trudges toward the terminal doors. Her stomach growls loudly, betraying her irritation. Where is he? Miriam glances at her phone, but there are no texts.

Rolling her eyes, she mutters under her breath, “Where the hell is he?” Her voice is tight, a mix of frustration from travel, hunger, and something deeper—an unease about what’s ahead. Montana was never a bad place, but leaving New York had been… complicated.

"Miriam!," a voice calls, and she lifts her gaze to see him stepping out of the truck.

The sound of a truck engine rumbles in the distance, and her eyes snap to it. Relief floods her for a moment, but it quickly sharpens into something else as the truck pulls to a stop in front of her. He’s finally here. But, of course, he doesn’t seem rushed. He flashes her a half-smile, like he’s entirely unbothered, and she feels the urge to roll her eyes again.

"Sorry," he calls from the truck, his voice still casual. "Got caught up with some things around here." He leans back against the side of the truck, looking at her in that way that suddenly makes her feel a little off-kilter. It’s Joel, for crying out loud—her dad’s friend, someone she’s known for years. But there’s something about him now, something different.

"It’s okay, just don’t do that again, okay? I waited so long," she says, her voice carrying a hint of frustration, but with a playful undertone.

He grins, leaning against the truck. "Oh, please, it was only a few minutes, Miss New York. Have you forgotten what it’s like here?" His tone is teasing, but there’s a soft warmth to it that catches her off guard.

His smile is the same, his voice the same, yet there's an intensity in his eyes she’s never noticed before. A teasing glint, sure, but also something more—a quiet pull that makes her stomach flip. She never saw him like this before.

As he drives, Miriam can’t help but steal glances at him from the corner of her eye. She’s always known Joel—her dad’s friend, the guy who always had a joke ready or was fixing something around the house. But something’s different today. She notices the way the light hits his profile as he concentrates on the road, the way his jaw tightens when he makes a turn, the easy confidence in the way he moves.

“So, how’s New York treating you lately?” he asks, his gaze flicking to her briefly before returning to the road.

“It’s been good. Work has been killing me, for sure, but there’s something about it I like as well,” she says, leaning back against the seat. “The people I’ve met so far are nice—we go out often. The city is lovely, very loud, but it doesn’t take away from its charm.”

Joel huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “New York is lovely? Never heard anyone say that before.”

Miriam rolls her eyes but can’t help the smile tugging at her lips. “It is if you know where to look. It has this… energy, you know? Everything is moving all the time, and I kinda like that.”

“Sounds exhausting.”

“Sometimes,” she admits, glancing out the window. “But it makes you feel alive.”

Joel hums in response, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. “And yet, here you are. Back in Montana.”

Miriam goes quiet for a moment, exhaling softly. “Yeah, well, I guess one can get a little homesick after all. Plus, I had to be here for my dad.”

Joel chuckles, a low, knowing sound, and glances at her. “Yeah, I get that.” Without thinking, he reaches out, his hand landing on her shoulder in a brief but solid squeeze—comforting, familiar. His touch is warm, steady, and for some reason, it lingers in her mind even after he pulls away.

The truck falls into a quiet lull, only the hum of the tires against the road filling the space between them. It’s not awkward, but it feels… different. Why does it feel different?

Just as she’s about to get lost in her thoughts, her stomach lets out a loud, unmistakable growl.

Joel smirks, side-eyeing her. “Hungry much?”

Miriam groans, covering her face with her hands. “Oh my god, that was so loud.”

“Loud enough to scare off the wildlife,” he teases. “Guess that answers where we’re going next.”

That makes her laugh too, shaking her head. “Shut up.”

He smirks, eyes still crinkled with amusement. “Guess that answers where we’re going next.”

She peeks at him between her fingers. “Let me guess… the diner?”

Joel grins. “Best damn burger and fries in town.”

She sighs dramatically but can’t stop the smile from tugging at her lips. “Fine. But you’re paying.”

Joel chuckles. “Don’t worry, it’s on me”

By the time they reach the diner, her thoughts are tangled. She doesn’t know why she’s suddenly noticing him differently, but it’s all she can think about.

They slide into a booth, the hum of conversation around them. As they both settle into their seats, she clears her throat, unsure how to bring it up.

“So,” she starts, trying to sound casual but unable to keep the edge from her voice, “When did you turn into this?” She gestures vaguely, not sure how to articulate the thought. “It’s like I’m seeing you for the first time or something.”

Joel raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “What are you talking about?”

Miriam takes a breath, trying to gather her thoughts. “I don’t know, just... you. You're different. I don’t know if I’m just imagining it, but you look different.”

His smile fades a little, but there’s a glimmer of something behind his eyes. “I’m the same, Miriam. Maybe you’re just seeing things.” He looks at her, his voice quieter now. “Maybe you’re different.” He looks back at the menu like he didn’t just shake something loose inside her.

Her pulse quickens at his words. She wasn’t expecting that response. It hangs between them, heavier than the usual banter, and suddenly, she’s not so sure how to navigate this space between them anymore.

The silence stretches out just long enough for it to feel a little too much, and Miriam, ever the quick thinker, decides to break it. She clears her throat, leaning in a little with a playful smile.

“Hey, did I tell you what happened at the airport?” she asks, her voice light but eager to shift the energy.

Joel looks over at her, eyebrows raised, clearly intrigued. “No, what happened?”

Miriam smirks, her eyes lighting up as she launches into the story. “They took my bagel. Like, actually took it.”

Joel laughs, clearly amused, shaking his head. “So that explains why you're starving, huh?”

Miriam nods, her face scrunching with playful frustration. “You have no idea. I was ready to fight for it, but I just didn’t have the energy after the whole ordeal.”

Miriam is mid-sentence when the waiter stops by, setting down their food with a polite nod. She barely notices, too caught up in the story she’s telling, hands gesturing slightly as she speaks.

“So there I am, at JFK, running on zero sleep and way too much airport coffee, and I swear, the TSA guy looks at my bag like it’s personally offended him. He pulls me aside, right? Starts digging through my stuff like I’m smuggling national secrets, and then—” She pauses for dramatic effect, a smirk tugging at her lips. “He pulls out a single, perfectly wrapped bagel. Just one. Like it’s contraband.”

Joel huffs a quiet laugh, watching her. Not just listening—watching. The way she leans in slightly, how her eyes light up when she’s caught in the middle of a story, how she always talks with her hands just a little.

“What did he do?” he asks, voice low but amused.

She grins. “Looks me dead in the eye and says, ‘Ma’am, I’m gonna need you to explain this.’ Like I’m running some underground bagel operation.”

Joel shakes his head, chuckling. “And what did you say?”

“I panicked! I just went, ‘Sir, it’s a bagel. I swear I’m not dangerous.’” She leans back with a laugh, shaking her head. “I think he was just bored, honestly. But for a second, I thought I was gonna end up on a no-fly list over a poppy seed bagel.”

Joel watches her as her laughter lingers, her shoulders still shaking slightly. There’s something different about her—he’s sure of it now. Not just the way she carries herself, but the way she fills the space around her, like she belongs in it. It’s new.

Joel, though—he’s still looking at her. The story’s over, but his gaze lingers, like he’s turning something over in his mind. Finally, he says, “You always talk like that?”

She raises a brow. “Like what?”

His mouth quirks, but there’s something thoughtful in the way he watches her. “Like you belong wherever you are.”

The words catch her off guard. There’s no teasing in his voice, no hint of the usual back-and-forth. Just quiet observation.

Her heart skips, pulse quickening as she forces a smirk. “Montana air,” she says lightly. “Does wonders.”

Joel doesn’t press, just lets out a small hum, but there’s a weight to his silence now. Something that lingers.

Neither of them moves to shake it off.

They finish their meal in silence, the kind of quiet that’s not uncomfortable but feels different—charged, maybe, or just heavier than usual. Miriam keeps her focus on her plate, unsure of what to say or do next.

After a few moments, she stretches her legs out under the table, not thinking much of it, until she accidentally brushes her foot against Joel’s. Neither of them pulls away immediately. The brief contact makes her stomach twist, and she’s suddenly aware of how close they are, how she can feel the warmth of his presence even through the table.

Miriam glances up quickly, her face flushing slightly as she pretends it didn’t happen. “Oops, sorry about that.”

Joel’s lips curl into a small, teasing smile. “Don’t worry about it.” His voice is steady, but his eyes linger on her a moment longer than usual. The tension between them feels different now, thicker, and Miriam feels a shift in the air, one that makes her unsure of how to move forward.

Finally, breaking the silence, Joel shifts in his seat and looks at her with a more casual tone. “Ready to get going?” He gives her a teasing glance. “Let’s get the bill. Your dad must be wondering what took so long.”

Miriam forces a laugh, grateful for the change in pace. “Yeah, he probably thinks we’re getting into trouble or something.” She reaches for her purse, trying to shake off the moment’s weight.

Joel pulls into the driveway, the sound of the gravel crunching under the tires as he stops. He glances at Miriam, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

“I’ll let you settle in, spend some time with your dad. Bet he missed you,” Joel says, turning off the engine.

Miriam grabs her suitcase, struggling to pull it out of the trunk, the weight of it catching her off guard.

Joel raises an eyebrow, still seated in the car. “Need some help with that?”

She shakes her head, forcing a smile as she maneuvers the suitcase out of the trunk. “No, that’s okay. I got it.”

As she manages to free it, she turns back to him. “Thanks, Joel. For the drive. And the food. Good actions, all around.”

Joel chuckles, the sound low and warm. “You’re welcome, Miriam.”

She steps out of the car and starts walking toward the front door, her pulse still a little quicker than usual.

Joel stays in the car a moment longer, his gaze lingering on her. He tells himself it’s just for security—making sure she gets inside safely—but somehow, it feels like more than that. He watches her until the front door opens and her dad steps outside, arms outstretched.

“Miriam!” Her dad grins, enveloping her in a hug. “Welcome home!”

Miriam laughs and hugs him back. “I missed you, too, Dad.”

Joel leans back in his seat and clears his throat, a brief, awkward moment hanging between him and the family. “Take care, Miriam,” he calls out with a quick wave, as he shifts the car into gear.

Her dad waves back, calling out to him. “Thanks again, Joel! Really appreciate the help.”

Joel gives a small grin, rolling his eyes playfully. “Don’t mention it,” he says, mimicking Miriam’s earlier tone.

Her dad laughs as he steps back into the house, and Joel pulls away, disappearing down the street.

Miriam watches him leave, feeling a strange mix of emotions she can't quite place before heading inside with her dad.

Welcome to the first chapter of my series Fences and Cities! I’m so excited to share this story with you. I hope you enjoyed the beginning, and I’d love to hear your thoughts! Feel free to like, reblog, and comment—it really helps the story reach more readers. Stay tuned for what’s to come!

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leviiackrman · 4 months ago

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"Apparently I have 'behavioural issues' and am 'a bad influence'? But damn I'm fun!"

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arsenicflame · 3 months ago

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It's a time-honoured tradition- every time Sam comes across Izzy (and Ed) in their travels, he asks Izzy to marry him. And every time, Izzy turns him down.

At this point, Sam is asking more for the sake of it than any belief Izzy will ever say yes, a remnant of childhood dedication touched with 30 years of heartbreak and regret- though even now, a small part of him still holds out hope. Sam's promises have only got more extravagant over the years, from a job as his first mate, to a captaincy, a fleet at his command, a whole fucking island if that's what Izzy wants- but he knows it isn't though, not really. If Izzy was ever going to agree to marry him, to leave his life and go with Sam, it wouldn't be for anything Sam could offer him. Izzy never did care for flashy shows of wealth, for a ship or to be captain. The only thing that ever mattered to him was loyalty given, and loyalty shown in return.

It all comes to a head after Stede left and came back, after Izzy lost a toe, lost his leg. Sam hasn't seen him since before things with Ed started to really slide off the rails, before stress permanently set into the lines of Izzy’s face. So, when he sees a dishevelled man with a hoof for a leg in a no-name port, he doesn't even consider the idea that he might know him. It's only when he turns towards him, and Sam catches a glance at those oh too familiar tattoos, he realises this is Izzy, his Izzy, that stands before him.

Knowing Izzy's discomfort with pity, he doesn't treat him any differently than he would in years gone by, positioning himself in Izzy's line of sight before approaching and sweeping him up into a bone crushing hug.

“Israel-goddamn-Hands!” he exclaims, as Izzy grumbles back a begrudging “Samuel-fucking-Bellamy”, a tradition almost as old as their friendship itself. Izzy might not hug him back, but he can’t keep the corner of his mouth from twitching, just for a second.

(If Sam holds Izzy a little tighter and a little longer than usual, well. That's his business)

By the time Sam lets go, most of the crew has appeared in the town square, drawn in by the commotion. They may have given Izzy his leg and welcomed him as one of them, but still there’s an underlying tension, with nobody quite ready to set aside everything that happened before the Kraken. Seeing him cosying up to an unknown man sets everyone on edge, unsure whether to come to their first mate’s aid, or to assume that they've been betrayed once again.

When Ed sees that the yelling was Sam, his hand goes tense where it's held in Stede's. He knows the routine, has seen it more times than he can count, but as he watches them part he realises that this is the first time in a long time he's unsure of what Izzy's response will be.

Knowing that something’s different, knowing that Izzy's feeling vulnerable already, Sam doesn't go for the same flashy proposal he’s been giving for years. He doesn't promise Izzy the world, he doesn't cause a scene (or, any more of a scene than he already has, anyway). He looks at the fractured man in front of him, takes his face in his hands, and says the exact same thing to him he said when they were little more than boys. “Israel, I have to ask you. I know what you'll say, but I have to try. Come with me. Marry me and sail away with me. I'll keep you safe”

And Izzy… hesitates. He glances over at Ed, at Stede, and says to Sam “...We’re staying in port for a week. Ask me again then”

That's the moment Sam knows there is something deeply, horribly, wrong. He's not just looking at an Izzy who got seriously injured in a fight and is struggling to cope, this is something so much bigger than that- and that Ed has something to do with it. Izzy wouldn't even be considering leaving if he didn't. Whether it was negligence or something more sinister, Sam doesn't yet know, but he intends to find out.

#i feel like the little paragraph about the crew is real clunky and out of place but i wanted some kind of establishment of where those #dynamics are at. its important that the crew is something for izzy to consider in his decision; but also that their relationship isnt so #solid he would stay for them alone; yknow?#im sorta aiming for a s2e5 era but like. early in those themes. he cant be all sorted yet i need him to be struggling #anyway this is part of a much larger scenario in my head that im never ever doing anything with but i wrote THIS bit in a daze in like. jun #and i got thinking about it again and i think?? it holds its own as a 'hey think about THIS' snippet. idk you decide #youre welcome to interpret this as solo bellhands but in my head it Has morphed into sam/izzy/ed/stede #because i cant not put edizzy in things any more. izzy has two hands #i also think the comedy potential of one of your boyfriends HATING your other boyfriend is gold. 10/10 dynamic #stede is mostly along for the ride in this but also i think they need him #aaaaand. the sam/ed bracket i think can only be closed in exceptional circumstances. i think they 'hate' each other too much #...which is WHY someones getting kidnapped!!! yay #anyway its all irrelevant because ill never write it out. i can do silly chill things but thatll require work #nyxtalks #ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #israel hands #sam bellamy #bellhands #i wanna also say. the general concept of repeated sam proposals has been floating around my head forever #it used to be a more silly thing like i referenced at the start but. s2 gave me angsty feelings i guess #i cant not have izzy have feelings for ed right now which inherently adds layers to Any bellhands scenarios i think.#but yeah. its a Classic Bellhands vibe for me. sam seeing izzy at sea or on shore and asking him to marry him (again)#i like to do this with jackie too. i think i just want that man to be obnoxiously desired #(theres also layers of my personal hornigold era lore built into this but i hope it holds up without u knowing it. tldr. sam lost izzy by #being an idiot n fumbling the bag. thats what matters. izzy went with ed and sams been trying to fix it ever since)#i probably should have readmore'd this but i didnt think it was Quite long enough. or had a good break point. sorry <3

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rat-rosemary · 3 months ago

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Augh no one cares because we're chatting about Dreamnap on Shadoune's gay French event, but I'm thinking about the god of the wild au

The vulnerability of all the rituals that the humans in the dsmp make for Dream. He's am animal born God, he doesn't naturally have rituals or offerings, or even clothes! But they make them for him

Tommy and Wilbur spend months studying all sorts of Gods, tearing their practices apart and making them Dream's. Everyone finds their own way to honor Dream and feed him devotion in a way that they didn't need to. None of this is natural to him, none of this is needed. But they still do it. They still write prayers and make up dances and make hand made plates to hold fruit and milk and honey.

When Dream shows up dressed in embroidery and gold that's Tommy pulling him aside to dress him in the clothes he made. It's all handmade, it's all trust, it's all domestication and care and so much love. It's all human instinct.

#the dog barks #god of the wild #for all that Dream makes them animals they make Dream human #or well. idk. they dont make Dream human but they love him like humans #and he loves them back by bowing his head and letting them dress him letting them feed him #if anyone is wondering why Wilbur and Tommy are so... uh... religious I guess? why they study it so much #you know when you're spiraling really hard and you grab into anything to keep your attention off it?#yeah #no time for depression when you can figure out how to convert this summoning ritual for an animal god #or make an entire new robe set #plus they could feel Dream in limbo #wherever they were was not the traditional place where humans or animals go when they die #it was so warm. hot. like fresh blood #it pulsed under their hands like a beating heart #Wilbur had just that for company for so long. when he comes back the world seems to cold and quiet in comparison #being in a rabbit burrow could fix Revivebur #(also. uh. Phil was a little pushy about Kristen's worship when they lived with him)#(its at least a little spite and rebellion)#...what do I tag this #dsmp au #dreblr #the footnotes

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chiimeramanticore · 29 days ago

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waow

#before anything else i must warn this is going to be. unorganized thoughts mostly #in the last year or so ive tried to regain confidence that i am in fact plural and am not just faking it #or mistaking other symptoms for DID. shake off the denial y'know. as is so signature for this damn disorder #a diagnosis probably wouldnt even make me feel more sure lol. and also getting diagnosed for this specifically is like #the final boss of psychiatry to put it lightly lol #but when it quiets down in headspace ur always gonna feel like. maybe its over. whatever that was #it was just me and brandy for a while #but guess who had a godawful night and then a godawful morning and split a new alter ‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥#he hates it here! he might hate me for creating him! im not sure !#hell im not even rly sure if im juno or brandy rn lol. my mind is just so messy today #i woke up.. when did i wake up. like 9:30 i think and its 1pm now and i haven't gotten out of bed #i don't even remember all that time passing . i couldve sworn its only been like an hour. two at most #on the one hand this has all been kinda terrible and mentally exhausting but at the same time. hey cant say im faking now LMAO #the other hand is brandy. the other hand is absolutely brandy. i am tired lol #im only posting this here so i can just like. process it i guess #ive had a weird time finding an outlet to just spew random thoughts into since leaving twitter so. sorry #idk if anyone's expecting this of me but i always kinda feel like i need some level of professionalism on this account #keyword some. i know this is tumblr #but idk if these very open posts are. annoying? weird? uncomfortable? entertaining somehow?#i know I know theres no point in worrying abt how others percieve you . knowing that hasnt stopped me from doing it lol #i dont remember where i was going w this. maybe i didnt have a goal in the first place #idk if you read this far i dont rly need u to act like u didnt see it cuz like. wouldnt have posted it otherwise #but idk why i am posting. idk what i want out of anyone who has read all this #maybe just. interact w this post in some way idk. it's actually kinda grounding for me if you can believe it #bleghh im thinkin of cheating on my weed break just to treat myself after all this. weed + a long walk would fix me

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sonknuxadow · 7 months ago

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im a sonic 06 defender but one of the things about that game that i absolutely cannot defend is its handling of blaze . literally one of the coolest sonic characters ever yet they had her do almost nothing of importance other than die at the end to make silver sad . she interacts with nobody other than silver and on the rare occasion she appears in a scene with someone else she just stands there and says nothing while the other character doesnt acknowledge her existence at all . the only thing she really adds other than dying is making everything way more confusing than it needs to be because her being from the future and seemingly not knowing sonic contradicts what we already knew about her. overall it just doesnt seem like they put much thought into her inclusion and i wouldnt be surprised to find out she was a last minute addition. blaze youdidnt deserve this bestie

#blaze not interacting with elise in particular was such a big missed opportunity #anyway i think a lot of the confusion with blaze is fixed by ignoring release order and placing sonic 06 before sonic rush #and saying that in the original timeline blaze was from the future but when it was reset she was sent to the sol dimension #but . im not sure if thats acutally canon or what was intended. i dont think it is #blaze not seeming to know sonic at all in particular is wild to me because like .#they saved the world together a couple games ago #sonic and cream were really important to blaze's character development in sonic rush #and taught her the importance of friendship and letting others help you when you need it #and they didnt even say hi to eachother when tehy saw eachother in sonic 06 ............................... okay ....#i guess it doesnt matter much because the events of 06 were undone by the end and blaze being from the future isnt an idea thats used now #but still #i feel like its likely the stories for sonic rush and sonic 06 were written around the same time #and nobody bothered to fix or put in an explanation for the inconsistencies in her character before the games came out

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creaturefeaster · 9 months ago

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I'm not sure how to word this so forgive me if it sounds odd but would the mimes be considered parasites from a more scientific standpoint? Considering they look for living hosts and such. I hope I conveyed that right I don't want to sound rude ^ ^;

Not quite, but I understand what you're asking.

Mimes can-- but do not need to if they do not want to-- seek out a host that is capable of life, but currently is not alive. Life in this instance means capable of functioning through an energy source, and not alive means not actively receiving the required energy in order to function.

So this includes: the recently but vitally intact deceased as well as animals, dying plants, unpowered electronics, dead but undamaged electrical grids.

I believe from a scientific point of view, they would be participating in some form of forceful mutualism, especially in organic hosts where they prevent further decay of the body by providing energy and reviving dead cells. In return, mimes gain near-complete control of the mind and body of the host, and are the only thing that can ensure the body continues to thrive as intended.

#brambleramble #some living believe that the deceased's consciousness is revived but suppressed in a host too #like they are aware of their body being used #actually. its sort of like possession in a way. if it's viewed like that at least.#so yeah forceful mutualism lol #organisms are so much more of a safe bet for hosting #because they have a ton of built in ways to fix things if something goes wrong. cell functions and all.#but electronics it's like #they can host a 3DS and get dropped a little too hard and suddenly they're just dead. gone.#because something vital inside got knocked out of place critically #and there are no mechanics inside to reverse this so the ability to cycle energy abruptly ends #which means that mime is just goneso.#in electronics they don't have the luxury of a failing body as a warning sign to get out before it's too late #sorry i know you didn't ask about all that but I'm sleepy and rambly tonight i guess

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artificer-real · 1 month ago

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ive started to really despise self help posts because all they do for me is illustrate just how apparently fucked i am compared to most other people

#vent #bloody hell #like gods this shit works for you??#such bullshit #i know its not good to be mad at other people for being happier than you #but fuck dude why cant i ever get a win bigger than ''fine i guess i dont wanna kill myself''#like thats great and all but im still in the exact same hole as before!#ive never even needed self help posts in the first place- all i need is to pull myself together and fix things #... no thats a lie. i havent been able to do that in years.#call it lack of energy or motivation or willpower or whatever #nowadays even when people like my brother try to help me as much as they know how #i just cant manage to try #i tried so hard for years and where did that get me? burnout 2 electric boogaloo #i can try to light the spark like i used to as much as i want #never gonna catch if theres nothing left to burn #cant even slow down #because i know that wont fix anything #ill be just as exhausted as before because my energy levels are perpetually at 0 i guess.#''just try harder'' WHY???#WHY ARE YOU TRYING IN THE FIRST PLACE??#what is giving you the motivation to keep pushing on like that??#what could possibly be so important to you that its worth ALL OF THIS!??#i dont understand #i remember i used to push on despite everything #but there was no reason. i was fighting cause what else could i do?#but as soon as i realized that i ran out of steam. not quite the same when you realize youre ruining yourself for literally no reason #because you never considered doing anything else #what a fucking joke

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gece-misin-nesin · 1 year ago

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Regarding Batman and Responsibility: A Rant

So, whenever there is talk about the age old question of "Should Batman kill Joker?" there is always, and I mean always someone who says something along the lines of: "But it's not Batman's responsibility to kill Joker so it's wrong to put the burden onto him." and on the surface this seems like a reasonable argument. After all, there is a police department in gotham, there is a government, so shouldn't we hold them accountable as well? Well, not exactly.

(Warning: I probably mispelled responsibility and responsible a LOT in this post, please don't begrudge me for it.)

Of course, those institutions ARE responsible for the Joker to some degree but the real question, to me, is: why is Batman considered as "NOT responsible" when he very much is.

People who make this argument usually say: "Well Batman is a volunteer, a vigilante! This is practically none of his bussiness." And true, Bruce isn't required to be a vigilante, he does it entirely out of his own volition. But is that not the whole reason why he IS responsible? I mean, Bruce is the one who CHOSE to take up that responsibilty, he is the one who CHOSES to shoulder that burden. In that sense he isn't that different from a government official/cop/etc. those people do it of their on will too don't they? Bruce, day after day, year after year, choses to fight for Gotham, to protect it and its people; he takes those responsibilities onto himself and yet... stopping Joker somehow, isn't one of them?

In my opinion, it is hypocritical. Bruce is the one who says things like "Gotham is MY city" or "I don't allow metas in Gotham, you need MY permission." or "You can't operate as a vigilante in Gotham without my say-so."(Stephanie Brown, anyone?) he routinely describes his vigilantism as a "war on crime"(which, yikes) and calls it a "crusade" and says it is his "mission" no? He chooses to do these things all on his own, no one forces him to. At a certain point, it's a matter of integrity. He can't pick and choose what exactly constitutes to protecting Gotham and what doesn't. He can't decide that beating up muggers in the streets is extremely important and is his job while improving Arkham isn't. He can't decide that, despite putting Joker in Arkham over and over again knowing he's going to escape, he isn't at least partly responsible for Joker's future victims. He can't keep stopping people from killing Joker(Under the Red Hood, hello!), saving Joker from the death row, putting Joker into a Lazarus Pit, or saving him from natural disasters(because you KNOW he would) and then claim "Oh, but killing Joker isn't my responsibility." He can't willingly claim responsibility for Gotham in every other scenario, EXCEPT for that. That's just having your cake and trying to eat it too. Unless he decided that by saving Joker he is not actually harming Gotham, by allowing Joker to live he is actively NEGLECTING his mission, his duty. And anyway, I thought the whole point of superhero comics was that people with power to better things shoud use those powers to do exactly that. Batman DOES have the power to "better" Gotham, he just isn't using it.

"Killing Joker isn't Batman's responsibility." No, it is. Because protecting Gotham and its people IS his responsibility, as he took it onto himself. If he didn't want to deal with the consequences of such a thing then he shouldn't have become a vigilante in the first place.

Mind you, this doesn't mean he's the ONLY one responsible, far from it, just that he is.

(I genuinely don't remember whether I made a post on this before but I have ranted about this to myself outloud when alone multiple times and if I have to think about this so do you)

[And YES we all know the real reason is because Joker is DC's cashcow, that is not the point of this post...]

#am i the only one who thinks this way?? mutuals pls sned help #like seeing this argument annoys me soo much #apparently bruce has authority on who can do heroing in gotham but killing joker isn't his responsibility??#this is also @ the people who say fixing arkham isn't bruces responsibiltiy btw #yes it is???#he is the one beating ppl up and sending them there #his whole thing is “i want to make gotham into a better place”#so yes it is his responsibility #i guess this might be a subjective thing? like depending on how much someone cares about personal integrity lol #personally if you willingly took on a responsibility then there is no excuse for slacking off(for lack of a better term)#anti bruce wayne #anti batman #batman critical #went hard in this one lol #i just hate this argument #its fine if it goes againts bruces moral code thats fine #but dont start the responsibility discusison w me lol #screaming to the void #also slitting jasons throat is his responsibility but killing joker isnt?? be fucking fr dude

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