#character: kathy

[voidedjuice]

Some alternative outfits for Ethel

[ehliena]

Seeing people bitch about DC "whitewashing" characters and I'm all what? Look at the Bats

Dick was WHITE. Him being of Romani descent is a retcon from the late 90s early 00s. He was created in the 1940s.

Barbara is white. She's a red head. That's a 2% incidence worldwide. She was made in the 60s.

Jason is white. I haven't seen retcons for him. He was made in the early 80s.

Tim is white. He was made in the late 80s.

Steph is white. She was made in the early 90s.

Cass is half asian, half white. I love Cass. She's been my asian rep in the batfam ever since I knew she existed. She was made in the late 90s.

Damian is a half asian (chinese, arabic, possibly with italian and greek <- from Ra's). I see many people complaining about him being coloured pale, but in his first comic appearance (named as the Damian character we know) he was coloured as pale as Tim. He was made in the 00s.

Duke is half black, half immortal being (Gnomon). Although I'm not sure if Gnomon is a retcon. I'm not really sure what exact descent his mom is from. He was made in the 2010s.

Luke Fox is black. Son of Lucius Fox (created 1979). He was created in the 2010s.

Bruce is white. I'm not sure about the percentage, but he has some Irish and Scottish apparently. He was made in 1939.

Kate is also white. Her current iteration came out in 2006. Her being Bruce's cousin is a retcon from this time. The original Kathy Kane (black haired Batwoman) was also depicted as white with no notes as to her heritage. She was made in the mid 50s.

Alfred is british. He was created in the early 40s.

Tl;dr: the bat family is diverse. If you think they're being whitewashed, check which version of the character they're interpreted as.

[mod2amaryllis]

reminder not to go into vet med if you don't like people because brother, i have had to Talk to some People.

[kingslionheart]

tlk never beating the queer show allegations 🌈 part 3/? | the life of a queen can be somewhat lonely, at least until you find the pious lesbian you are willing to die for

[cer-rata]

Vandal Savage Makes an "Uh-oh"

Vandal: …You know, allowing you to speak before we torture you is a courtesy, one that I have no problem rescinding. 

Damian, sitting in a cell, thinking very hard: …Damn, Savage, I don’t know if I can save you from this one. This may very well be the end of your immortality.

Vandal: What are you talking about? You think I fear your mother? Your father? Even if he wasn’t a gnat in my grand design, he would never be willing to do what needs to be--

Damian: Yeah no, who even IS afraid of Batman at this point? And you know, I’ll give it to you, you’re a big fish.

Damian: ...Which is actually the problem here, because that means they’re all going to feel the need to come at the same time.

Vandal: The Justice League? I have enough fail-safes--

Damian: Nooo no no, they’ll be here before the League would ever, and I’m certain you didn’t prepare for most of them, half haven’t even gone public yet.

Vandal: ...You’re wasting my time, I see that I have to--

Damian: Then let me just break it down real fast, because you need to know this.

Damian: Me? Not going to kill you, I don’t do that anymore.

Damian: Superman? He--no, not that one, the one that should be at the club--I can almost feel his anger from here. It’s flattering, really...so he’ll want to, but won’t.

Damian: Nobody? Will want to, but won’t…unless you do something really stupid, but I don’t think you’re the type.

Damian: Abuse? Would never, but will want to break every bone in your body. He will succeed. 

Damian: Robin? Free space, the 'Good Egg,' she’ll just want to take you to jail. 

Damian: …But that’s when the problems start.

Vandal: …What problems?

Damian: If Beacon decides she wants to kill you she’ll do it in a way we can’t prevent or prove. It’ll be a stroke or a brain hemorrhage, maybe even literal ego death--

Damian: And let’s face it, you’re old as shit and everyone hates you, so do you really think they’ll  bother to investigate any of that? 

Damian: Apostate won’t kill you, but only because he will have something much nastier in mind. Truly a fate worse than death, disturbing as hell, kid has issues. If you have a choice, I recommend picking the ‘ego death’ instead.

Damian: Star Sapphire...well you broke my arm so he's definitely going to try to kill you, your best bet is that ‘Bi-Panic Superman’ stops him in time.

Vandal, flinching at a distant explosion: What the--

Damian: Shit! You distracted me, I didn’t come up with a way out for you.

Damian:

Damian: Oh no!

Damian:

Damian: Anyway, if 'Flashlight' makes a mess, he’s filling out the report, I’m not covering for him again, he knows how much it upsets me when he loses his temper and disintegrates people.

Vandal, angrily pressing buttons on his device: Why aren’t my men responding--

Damian, wincing at another, closer explosion: …Heeey, can you do me a favor and just...stand a little farther away, so I’m out of the splash zone?

Vandal: What!?

Damian, aggressively gesturing to his fit with his good arm: Look at me! When you start wearing white, it is very important to keep blood from getting all over--

[fecklesheckleshacklesschmeckles]

amazing what you find on imdb (x)

[puppiesandnightlock]

LINK: At least it’s not as dull as fitting like a glove

summary: Damian and Jon are, well, Damian and Jon.

They're idiots about their hideously obvious feelings, and their friends are *so* done with them. Time for operation Damijon.

otherwise known as the friends meddling >:)

“Alright, this is getting ridiculous.” Maya wrinkled her nose, watching Jon knock Damian in the shoulder, the shorter boy grumbling as he knocked back, hint of a smile on his face.

“They’re like, disgustingly mushy.” Colin agreed. “It’s horrible.”

“They should kiss.” Skyler nibbled on her pencil, sharing a sketchbook with Akira, who looked up and grinned.

“Is this meddling, I hear? Are we meddling?”

Maya nodded solemnly. “We’re meddling.”

“-eT OFF OF ME, YOU IDIOT-” They looked over at the exclamation, Damian squawking as Jon flopped on him, going limp and forcing all his weight onto the smaller boy, who was mostly upright.

Akira pointed a pen at them, considering for a moment. ”Gay.”  

“You’re gay.” Skylar kicked them under the table playfully. 

“Yes, I very much am.” 

“Children, please, back to the matter at hand.” Maya clapped. “What do we know about Jon?”

“He was an asshole!” Colin chirped.

“He was probably being an asshole specifically to Damian for attention.” Skylar added. “And he’s tall.”

“He has black hair and makes bad fashion choices.” 

“He could probably be a jock in a different life.”

“He’s like, secretly Nick Nelson but not British.”

“And not nearly as nice, less manners and more fictionally jock-like.”

“I mean anything useful.” Maya cut them off, rolling her eyes fondly.

“His best friend is a girl named Kathy, and her parents run a diner downtown. Also, he’s a secret southern good boy who would get whacked over the head with a wooden spoon if his grandmother knew he was acting like this.” 

Akira looked up from stenciling a piece they wanted to throw up on the school alleyway. “I follow her on Insta.”

“Something helpful, thank you.” Maya grinned. “Okay, we’re getting this Kathy chick in on this, Akira, send the address and we’ll meet up there this weekend, provided they aren’t there for a not-date.”

“Got it.” Akira pulled out their phone and tapped at it, creating a chat.

New Chat: literally_nobody, End_the_cycle, Sky_high_dreams

End_the_cycle has changed the name to: Op Damijon

End_the_cycle: idk i think it sounds good

Sky_high_dreams: when they get married we should make them a wedding sign with this

Art.is.lit(erature): woodworking bet

Anyways heres the address - link

literally_nobody: Sounds good

 everyone meet there at like 12:30-ish, thats when they have tutoring so they def wont b there.

“Why are they all on their phones?” Jon whispered, pulling out his own. They were watching their friend, having grown curious at the lack of chatter, not that they’d really been listening to it from how they’d been badly flirting messing around with each other.

“They’re sitting in front of each other, they can talk face to face.” Damian grumbled, before looking over Jon’s shoulder, resting his chin there.  “Maybe someone died?”

“Nah, no one’s socials have blown up.” he leaned back a bit, raven curls falling into Damian’s vision, causing his nose to scrunch up. He blew the hair upwards, getting a glance at the screen.

“Weirdos.” Jon muttered, putting his phone away. Damian nodded, the two still attached to each other and now swaying back and forth with the light breeze.

“Very much so.”

“Oi!” Jon shouted. Damian startled, having grown accustomed to the peace and detached himself from the taller boy, much to Jon's disappointment. “What are y’all doing? ” 

Four phones were promptly slammed face down onto the table, followed by a multitude of bad explanations. 

“What makes you think we’re dining anything anyways?” Colin challenged, Maya pinching the bridge of her nose behind him.

“Fine, don’t tell us.” Damian muttered. “A four year old could lie better than you.”

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Jon poked his cheek, laughing as his hand was swatted away. 

“Are you insinuating I am a four year old, Kent?” 

“You’re as short as one.” 

“It’s not my fault you’re practically a giant!” he crossed his arms, before realizing Jon’s mischievous expression. “No. whatever you’re thinking, stop.”

He was scooped up not ten seconds later, screaming obscenities as Jon cackled. The four on the table shared a glance, one thought in their heads.

Truly sickening, they were. Oblivious and ridiculously pining.

Maya was outside of the diner at 12:30, impatiently tapping her foot as she waited for at least a head of red hair to come bobbing down the sidewalk. She watched the servers swoop in and out, a blond freckled one catching her eye. According to Akira’s phone, this girl matched the description of Kathy. 

“Hey, welcome! How many for ya today?” 

Maya coughed, coming in face first with the girl. “Erm, four. Hey, you’re Kathy, right?”’

She hoped she didn’t sound stalker-ish. Judging by the way the girl squinted her eyes suspiciously, she probably did.

“Who’s askin’?”

“My name is Maya, and I'm a friend of Damian and Jon’s.”

Kathy lit up at the mention, but before she could respond, Colin came barreling through the door, catching himself on Maya. 

“Sup, M? Akira volunteered to pick up Skylar, they should be almost here.” He looked between them. “Hey, are you Kathy? Did Maya tell you about Damijon?”

“Damijon?” Kathy asked at the same time Maya sighed and said, “I was getting there when you so rudely interrupted.”

“Oops.” Colin grinned, looking between them. “I’m Colin.”

“Yo!” Akira, followed Skylar, came through the door, one looking extremely pleased, and the other mourning the loss of their paint-splattered jacket. “Sky made me change.”

“What’s wrong with what you normally wear? And where’s your jacket?” Colin asked.

“That’s what I said! And she made me leave it, I feel naked.” To make a point, they shivered, and Skylar smacked their arm.

“Don’t be so dramatic.” 

They stuck their tongue out at her in retaliation, Colin and Skylar laughing. Maya sighed, turning to Kathy and asking for a table for four, loudly asking for three children’s menus. They all eventually made it to the table, all five nursing milkshakes, as Kathy had asked for her break.

“Okay, so let me get this straight, they aren’t dating yet? Cause when they came in, they seemed awfully couple-like. Milkshakes and fries, and It was more of an apology from Jon. He’s been texting more, waxing poetic about him.”

“Really?” Maya leaned forwards. “Damian hasn’t said shit about Jon, not that he’s had time to, they're attached to the hip and he barely uses his phone.”

“Okay, so we know that they are most definitely pining for each other, and Jon’s more vocal about it. They both like milkshakes, Damian's a little too attached to his grades to not be hiding from his feelings, and they are more similar than they think. Should we have them commit a felony together?”

Colin swirled his straw around what was left in his glass, Skylar sighing. “I have a feeling they’ve already done that, his lock pick kit was used.”

“How would you know that?” Akira perked up, Skylar looking away. “That’s for me to know, and none of you to find out.”

“We should try something legal.” Maya said. “Anything going on so far? Worst case scenario, we trap them in a closet.”

“Smallville’s having a festival in a few weeks. I know Jon’s been dying to go back, an’ my family goes every year. If y’all can get Damian to say yes, I can get Jon’s parents to agree.” Kathy suggested.

“We can make it sound like a friend's outing, and then leave them together,” Akira added.

“Ask the person to rig the Ferris wheel or something so that they end up on top with no way down!” Colin chirped. “They have fireworks at this fair?”

Skylar hesitated, “Maybe something less traumatic.” 

Kathy, however, seemed to love the idea, nodding enthusiastically. “As long as Damian ain’t scared of heights, we’re fine. There are plenty of other rides we could ‘accidentally’ leave ‘em alone in.”

“This will be more fun than i thought.” Maya pulled out her phone, grinning. “A few weeks' time and we can get them together, no problem.”

Damian’s phone buzzed as he pointed out a specific problem, explaining the process. He ignored it, but not five seconds later, Jon’s did as well.

“Permission to check, Teach?” Jon grinned, picking up his phone anyways. 

“Granted.” Damian answered, picking up his phone as well. Maya had texted Damian, detailing the dates and time that they would be doing this, leaving no room for a yes or no answer. Kathy’s was a more nice version, asking Jon if he’d like to come down to Smallville for the fair in a few weeks, and that the rest of his friends would be coming as well.

Damian seemed less pleased, but softened as he saw Jon's excitement, and beneath it, a strong pang of bittersweet.

“Will your parents allow you?” Damian said. “My brothers will, my father will not have much of a say in the matter. One of them will probably make their way with us.”

“I want to. God, I want to so bad.” Jon’s forehead fell into his hand, pushing up the curls that so often fell into his face. “My parents haven't let me go down for so long, I don't know why they’d say yes now.”

Damian mulled over it for a bit. “If your brother tells them he wants to go too, would they be more susceptible to letting you go? Since everyone else is going, and your childhood friend’s family whom they trust is the one offering it?”

“I guess, but he wouldn’t want to come.” Jon grumbled. 

“He can fake it. Your parents are rarely home anyways, right? Shouldn’t be that hard.” 

“I’ll talk to him, see what he says.” Jon pocketed his phone, looking at the time. “Can we call it an early day, Dami?”

“If the first thing you do is talk to your brother, yes.”

Jon grinned, pulling him to his side and rubbing his nose in the soft brown hair. “You’re the best, Dames. See you in a bit.”

Damian flushed, but only nodded, sliding his bag over his shoulder and sending a soft smile towards Jon, pink still dusting his cheeks.

“So let me get this straight. You want me to lie to mom and dad for you, and tell them that I oh so desperately wish to go back to the countryside for a fair, so that you can go down with your friends and possibly woo Damian.” Kon had his arms crossed, looking largely unamused.

“I didn’t say that last part!” Jon huffed, running a hand through his curls. “And Dami said one of his brothers might come too, for supervision. Ask Tim to come if you don’t want to lie.”

“I’m going to lie for you.” Kon decided after a beat. “But you’d better come home with a boyfriend.”

“Kon!” 

Nonetheless, everyone was extremely excited for the next few weeks, the fair landing on a long weekend. They all met up in front of the Brandens’ restaurant, the carpool going big. One of Damian’s siblings and their partner had opted to come along, much to Kathy’s parents' relief. Seven teenagers and only the two of them would have been a disaster. 

The Waynes had the bigger car, so the kids would be in that one, while they followed the Brandens’ car to the farm they still kept in the countryside. 

“ROAD TRIP!” Colin yelled gleefully. Akira looked pained at the sight, Damian rolling his eyes and putting in his earbuds before they were even in the car. Jon and Kathy were both talking a mile a minute, regaling Skylar and Maya with tales of their youth in Smallville.

One by one, they shuffled into the car, Damian and Jon sitting in the back with Maya and Kathy, Colin, Akira, and Skylar squeezing into the front. 

“All ready?” the driver called, and the car exploded into cheers and laughter, shoving each other and hugs. 

This would be a rather eventful weekend, wouldn’t it?

[topnotchquark]

In the spirit of this quaint men-on-motorcycles-enthusiast blog I went to watch The Bikeriders and had my heart quietly broken by a slow but softly luminous movie. Something about men's expansive lives and how movement is ultimately the seed from which all freedom grows. When you see Tom Hardy's Johnny slowly strain and crack under the realization that something he created out of simpler desires is now turning into a hydra headed problem he can't seem to solve, you understand something about existing in a world where your need for belonging is a vulnerability that eventually gets you.

When he asks Austin Butler's Benny about taking over the gang from him he's submitting himself to someone he trusts. Their faces slowly coming together, closer and closer, in the dark with just the incandescent glow of the streetlamps on the edge of their faces, like burning paper. How Benny is too stubborn to understand that its not a favor being asked of him, but a declaration of something deeper from Johnny. What a beautiful narrative choice it was to have a woman recollect this entire story of this rag-tag group of men, who herself was affected by the atmosphere she found herself unable to get out of. I love that it works like a non-judgemental narration of how quickly boyhood bluster breaks down when real life circumstances get rough. How difficult it was for Johnny to keep the community together because he didn't expect it to be anything more than a quaint cosplay when he started it to escape boredom. At the end where Benny finally gets the news of Johnny's murder, something done to usurp his frayed authority, and he returns to Chicago and breaks down on Kathy's stoop, I found myself crying alongside him.

The movie was clearly a labour of love from someone who had deep fascination with the lives of these men and with motorcycles. Wild that a two wheeled liquid fuel powered machine has been the site of so many meditations on masculinity and rebellion and anger and power and authority. I don't know if I want to revisit it but I am glad I got to watch it in the time period of my life that my deep fascination with bikes and men's lives makes it so much more valuable to me.

[wholesomemorbid]

The CIA Hates Fun Fiction

Panel 1: A cat approaches a writer. "You look sad," says the cat. "Has genre fiction no courage?" asks the writer.

Panel 2: The writer says, "Where is the thirst for defying convention? For challenging formats that break narrative norms in pursuit of a message? must we still be constrained by storytelling rules established by the CIA in support of a less-literate public?"

Panel 3: The cat is cleaning herself. "Nobody likes your dream sequences interrupting action, huh?"

Panel 4: The writer throws paper and pencil. "THE DREAMS ARE ESSENTIAL I AM AN ARTIST"

ID: The cat is cleaning herself in a single panel beside a wall of text. "David Lynch called, he said you can't write the epic fantasy version of mulholland drive because his surrealist visual aesthetic doesn't translate into a traditional fiction narrative and you can't rely on so-called visual clues to orient readers to rapidly changing environments and timelines the way you can do it in movies, and it's a lot to ask the average reader to maintain focus on an emotional abstract long enough to discern that you are telling the story indirectly through motifs and don't explain why early chapters are necessary until it becomes self-evident five hundred pages later, especially when you sometimes indulge in archaisms"

A scribbly panel of my older self saying, "When I was 18-25 years old, this was my fave shirt. no reason i'm sharing that." My younger self looks sullen and is wearing a "tortured artist" t-shirt. I also drew a scrap of tortured artist cloth captioned "throwing it away was hard"

[voidedjuice]

Katherine

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

How successful would Annie Wilkes…

Would you like to submit a character? Click this link if you do!

[dorkynerd23]

A Sweet Kiss In The Sunset. ❤️

(This Lovely Artwork Was Done By: Koda Chryzantem Over On Amino!)

(🚫DON'T STEAL, PLEASE!! DON'T STEAL MY OC OR THE ART AND CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!🚫)

[the-pea-and-the-sun]

i keep thinking abt looney tunes singing in the rain au. porky daffy and petunia would be cosmo don and kathy but i cant decide whod be who. BUT i know for sure that bugs would be lina lamont

[queenbeebumblebee]

yall look, the redesigns of Kathy and Kler!!

my goobers

I love them, also thx everyone that wished me a happy birthday!

[starbittzzy]

Rebecca hates wearing dresses but this time is acceptable

Heres yet another request done! Man this one was super fun!

Beautiful beautiful Kathy Hill belongs to @dorkynerd23 !!🩷

I loved drawing and painting their dresses!! Its my first time actually drawing dresses from the 1920s so I apologize if they look off

I also apologize this one took longer than usual I was feeling quite out of it but im back in my groove now!

But yeah! Super duper proud of this one tbh!!!

I hope you like it! 🩷🩷

[wanderingmind867]

I love this. Every Justice League member has a love interest/supporting character of the opposite sex (besides aquaman, as mera didn't exist when this was written). Wonder Woman and Steve Trevor, Batman and Batwoman (Kathy Kane), Superman and Lois, Hal Jordan and Carol Ferris, Barry Allen and Iris West, Green Arrow and Arrowette (Bonnie King), and Martian Manhunter and Diane Meade. (Justice League of America #7):