#idk the dichotomy or whatever

[seagullcharmer]

finally, at long last, booted up my ds to poke around albw again and. aaaarrghhh < person who forgot the controls

[redrobin-detective]

how quickly the glamour fades

 “What do you think the Captain does in his down time?” Wally asked, squirting a large amount of cheese whiz onto a cracker and eating it. He was still getting used to being the Flash, being in the Justice League alongside his uncle’s friends. They’d helped him grow as a hero and a person over the years and now he was one of them.

“I don’t know, Cap is always working,” Hal said, taking a bit of his pizza. “The guy never quits I’m telling you. If he’s not here, he’s putting out fires in the jungle or fighting space-magic-tentacle monsters or working with an apron at the soup kitchen. I don’t think he knows the meaning of ‘down time’.”

“We all have to take a break sometimes, even gods,” Wonder Woman said with a raised eye brow. She didn’t technically chastise him but Hal’s shoulder crept up to his ears anyway. “Marvel is the personification of the Gods’ will on Earth. He may not require physical rest I’m sure he must take moments to collect himself but it is, surely, none of our business.”

“I didn’t mean any disrespect,” Wally said hastily. “I’m still new here, trying to figure everything and everyone out with these big shoes to fill.” He cleared his throat and glanced over at the door Captain Marvel had exited out of a few minutes earlier. “I don’t know Marvel well, he was just a reserve member when I first met him and now we’ve moved into big leagues pretty much at the same time. I guess I’m trying to get to know my fellow newbie, he seems like a really nice guy, someone you’d want to talk to outside of work.”

“Yeah good luck with that,” Hal snorted and preemptively winced from the force of Diana’s glare. “What? Look, I love the big cheese as much as the next guy but he’s hard to pin down! He’ll smile and chat up here at the Watchtower no prob but he won’t go out for a drink, he won’t attend any of Bruce’s fancy parties. Barry used to practically beg the guy to come over and have some of Iris’ cooking and he turned him down every time.” A brief moment of silence as Hal coped with the sudden, casual mention of his best friend. “He’s friendly but not sociable.”

“Perhaps he needs time alone, away from all this,” J’onn said, walking in to stand by Diana. Without being asked, she reached into the cabinet and pulled out his favorite cookies. It could have been telepathy or simply years of love and experience. “As you mentioned, he spends much of his time battling the evils of the world, both the grand and the mundane. He may need solitude to cope.”

“Isolation doesn’t heal anything,” Wally grumbled, playing idly with the cheese whiz can. “The Titans taught me that there’s strength in community. I won’t begrudge the man some alone time but,” he sighed and set the can down. “I don’t know, he smiles like Dick does sometimes, when he’s keeping all the hurt inside. I think he could probably use someone to talk to.”

“He’s a god or something, it’s not like we can relate to him,” Hal sighed. “I’m with ya, Kid. I’d be over the moon if Cap ever decided to hang out after the battle was done but he’s just not that kinda guy.”

“Your kindness is appreciated, Wally but Marvel is entitled to his privacy. Should he ever need that listening ear you suggested, he of course knows he can come to us.” Diana smiled. Wally smiled back but still didn’t feel completely settled. There was something about Captain Marvel that never felt right, like he was only seeing a funhouse mirror version. His smiles were too perfect, his lines so cheesy, almost practiced. In a way, he almost didn’t feel real and that the real person was hiding behind this perfect cardboard cut out they all knew.

“Yeah, okay,” he frowned before perking back up. “Did you guys catch the game last nigh-”

“Don’t get me started squirt my team looked like they were sleepwalking, not playing.”

Hundreds of thousands of miles away in Fawcett City, a boy was cold and he was hungry.

“Achoo!” Billy Batson sneezed. “Ugh either someone’s talking ‘bout me or I’m coming down something.” He sniffled, wiping his nose on his threadbare sweater sleeve. “I don’t even know which is worse.”

It had been warm on the Watchtower when Bill, well Marvel, had finally left. The halls had been crowded and there’d been plenty of food and company. It would’ve been nice to stay but that wasn’t the way things worked. Cap didn’t need food to stay full or heat to keep him warm. He enjoyed the conversation but it felt so empty with the large wall he had to keep around his other life. It was safer this way, for him and for them.

The weather was turning cold and the shelters would have stopped giving out food by this late hour. Another night spent shivering and another night without a meal.

“It’s fine, you’re fine,” Billy chattered to himself as he slowly made his way back to the abandoned apartment he’d been sleeping in. “They don’t need to know about this, won’t care about another homeless kid. You’re lucky you get to know them as Marvel, you’re lucky to have Marvel.” He squeezed his eyes shut to fight back tears. It was an honor, a blessing to have the power to help people but oh did it hurt sometimes.

He wished he had someone to talk to about this but all he had was Tawney and the empty throne of the Wizard. There was the League but he couldn’t risk it, Marvel’s good standing was the only way they let him be active without giving away any details. They wouldn’t listen to him anyway, if they knew who their powerhouse really was. The illusion was hard to keep up sometimes but it was all he had.

All the way home, he hummed a tune he’d heard Black Canary humming while doling out portions of pizza and thought of the way Wonder Women’s gentle strong arms had felt around his shoulders and the sound of Lantern’s loud laughter and imagined that he wasn’t alone.

[maegalkarven]

In light of Alicole reveal, let me just say that I will absolutely LOSE my mind (in the best possible way) if the reason Daeron was sent to Oldtown is because he has brown hair.

[lilyblisslys]

aw man, another fantasy novel from a tme writer about women and “queer folk” with no trans women in it! Crazy!

[atthebell]

re: last rb not quite related but i frequently see people draw cellbit with a hooked nose and while i think it's cool to draw more characters with hooked noses and you can draw qcellbit however you want im not in charge of you it IS interesting to me that people think "oh, cc!cellbit has a big nose, i need to draw q!cellbit with a hooked nose" because those aren't the same thing like at all. there are millions of nose shapes, and it's really odd to me to draw his nose hooked instead of how it actually is.

it feels like people constantly have a dichotomy in their heads when it comes to properly representing people's appearances and the dichotomies are like skinny or fat small nose or hooked nose pale or dark skinned etc. etc. meanwhile human beings vary wildly in appearance and it's really odd to boil down every trait into an either or situation when there's so many ways those traits vary

[ranvwoop]

I've seen a few things primarily citing alloros people as the reason for like. romantic / sibling dichotomy but i am going to be honest. being aro does not absolve you of benefitting from thinking more critically about your own amatonormativity and prioritization of the nuclear family

[mechahero]

Your name is Lambda.

You look like everyone else! A perfectly normal, palatable even, guy! You do not. You are not. You are terrifying. You are flesh. You are metal. You are unnerving to look at.

There is love buried deep in your heart. For people, for animals, for things. For bright clothes that catch the eye, jewelry, and glitter gel pens. In this, we can agree.

You try your best to be nice to everyone. To find what makes you happy even! You are not. You are bitter. You scrabble for scraps.

You do not love violence. That is not entirely true.

You do not love the killing. You crave it at times. In the way a tiger craves meat.

You are tired. You should stop, then.

You want to stop. You say that. Deep down you know you don't.

You do what you do because you love people and want to make them happy. It feels good! You know half of them wouldn't do the same for you.

You don't mind the work you put in for so little in return. It's what you do! You do. You crave it, you crave it, you crave it. Like flesh. Like meat.

Your name is Lambda and don't you wish that everyone loved you for once?

[casiavium]

All of these "who has more anything gender!" polls are just. white man without extreme body builder muscles v white man without extreme body builder muscles. The gender is "masculine" stop pretending it's universal

[lesbianjudasiscariot]

people trying to create a she/they and he/they binary as just genderlite shows they don't understand the concept of nonbianry

[sonic-compass]

The Eleventh Doctor having such a young face and being the Doctor to live possibly the longest. The one who abandoned his companion more or less because he chose a bigger (in number of beings) duty of care. The Doctor who often acts the youngest and yet is the most frightening. The Doctor who, at least to me, marked such a difference in the character.

The youngest-looking, most underestimated because of that, the one who sacrificed his memories to save a moon without a moment's hesitation, the one who lost his parents-in-law (who were his best friends), the one who saw his grave, the one who found the impossible girl and did his best to keep her safe just as he kept him safe...

The one who experienced the highest high and the lowest low of his whole life. The one who lost and won and lost again. The one who waited and withered and aged and practiced patience as best he could because one could say he gave up on saving himself.

The Eleventh Doctor.

[angelitoacd]

the mcu ruined the production of (and consequentially the consumption of + the general public's expectations for) media so bad it's bled into practically everything, it's literally everywhere, we're surrounded by it and everyone seems to just be ok with it but i wish i could go back in time and stop the release of iron man like the terminator going back in time to kill sarah conner

[leatherforhell]

I need you all to understand that at least half of Clara’s decision making is based on ‘well… this may as well happen’ and also ‘I bet this’ll be funny to watch’

[nomaishuttle]

i am just a small dog girlie and they are my best friends. i love them sm

[cocteautwinslyrics]

you hit a different frame of mind on here when you stop viewing this site as an entertainment platform and start viewing it as. well. a blogging platform

[this-love-is-delicate]

I have an unethical desire to wake up in a strange room on an unfamiliar bed with a splitting headache while someone watches over me with no memories of where I am or how I even got here and being asked who those men were and why were they after me and having no clue about anything or even who this person is watching over me but there's a strange noise outside and it's not safe here anymore and I can either stay here or we run together

[p-antalons]

staunchly trying to avoid interacting with content about certain draft eligible prospects this year bc they will be attending the same college as me and it freaks me out