#get into it with him

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

"I'm never going to be free of that man I've never spoken to or even seen on my dash, am I?" I'm not even involved in this but idk why you don't just say what a stupid shit he is like youd do with any moid you came across. you respond to peoples opinions on dumb posts all the time but for some reason you seem to want to defend this idiot.

...because I come across them. Because there they are, in front of my face doing man things and I comment. For some reason you and whoever else* specifically want my attention on this particular one. Which, someone said a little while ago they like the way I explain things and that's insanely flattering, sincerely, but I *try* to speak from knowledge and experience to avoid talking out of my ass.

I don't want to put the energy into gaining enough knowledge and experience to speak about this man. He is not a thought in my head until I get yet another ask mentioning him. In the nine years I have been on this hellsite, I don't think I've gotten this many asks about literally anything else. First from people demanding I defend him and then from people encouraging and later demanding that I condemn him.

My cat posts didn't get me this many asks. The story I wrote didn't get me this many asks. Poorly worded earlier posts I've made didn't get me this many asks. Original posts that made their way to the rapist fandom didn't get this many asks. TRAs haven't sent me this many asks.

I don't want to put energy into this male! Tumblr to me is my dashboard and nothing else. I follow 201 people, nearly all of them women to the best of my knowledge, and no tags at all. If someone I don't follow doesn't come up on the posts I see when I'm active, either directly on the posts of people I follow or on the "based on your likes!" I don't see them. They don't exist to me. This male should not exist to me. He doesn't exist to me apart from when you people keep bringing him up. Why you want an extra man to exist in my life is beyond me, especially here. Like I'm sorry that you etcetera are unable to let go of him, but I promise your lives will be better when you do. Pinky promise.

*I don't even know how many people are involved here. Maybe you're all the same damn person. Hell, maybe you're all him! I wouldn't put it past a scrote to do something like this--men do all kinds of shit to get female attention--but fucked if I know. Now, go on! Bring on an anon telling me I'm joining in a smear campaign against him because of those last two sentences. Let's at least vary this up a bit.

[skipppppy]

This has to be an AU already right? I’ve never seen it. I’m doing it. My city now

The angst potential alone haunts me. How long do you think he waited for Ford?? When did it start to sink in that nobody was coming to save him, that nobody would miss him? Would anybody even want him back? How long did it take for his anger, his heartbreak, his grief to turn into acceptance and a belief that this was divine retribution? How long did he work, how many jobs did he take, how much wealth did he accrue, how many brushes with death did he have until he believed he’d “earned” the right to go home and see his brother?? Many such questions. I need to go deeper

[unsung-idiot]

don't show him modern technology; it won't end well

bonus under the cut:

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

The worst trauma comes from those who you love

[mysterycitrus]

lbr he doesnt stand a chance against a real clownoisseur

[beaft]

my mum forbade me to say anything to my dad about the top surgery thing, and it's just hit me how funny it would be if i got it done and didn't tell him and just waited for him to notice. i mean, what's he gonna say? "didn't you used to have tits?"

[wrenchwenches]

[catwouthats]

THEY MAKE ME INSANE

Proof below:

Also, I’m fucking crying, I think his arm is like that bc he fell asleep holding the photo.

EDIT: more proof:

[yourfavecharacterisqueer]

hypothetical scenario for you all: the real king arthur returns. you meet him and you welcome him into your home. what is the first thing you do with him? keep in mind, this is a man from the 500s (he died in 542), and you are from the 21st century (2024).

[fanaticalthings]

Bruce Wayne except he texts like an ominous boomer

wdym you can't tell if he's threatening them?

Based on this post by @mysterycitrus :)

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Bonus:

Happy birthday, Tim 🥰

[ideas-ideasideasideas]

Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)

[great-and-small]

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes

[wasabi-gumdrop]

local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6