#once again having thoughts

[cosmic-croissant]

i've seen other people mention it, and it's so true, but the uk newsies production really does hinge on the relationship between jack and crutchie. it's so obvious that they are best friends, like in the santa fe prologue when they are laughing and being silly together. especially jack!! like, around the other newsies he's much more suave and put together, but when it was just him and crutchie, he was doing silly voices and pretending to ride a palomino and it just really shows how close they are.

also i really like the fact that they are presented more as equals rather than jack "looking after" crutchie. one really interesting detail is that jack and crutchie are the only two newies wearing bright, bold colours, whereas everyone else is in muted shades of grey and beige. it really clearly shows that they are both leaders of the newsies. also, really interesting that jack is red and crutchie is blue! like jack is the fiery, impulsive one with his heart on his sleeve, and crutchie is the voice of reason and more level headed and logical (like when he said "we got the right to starve, let's just get out papes").

also the blocking in scenes like " the world will know" manoeuvred both jack and crutchie into the centre and it just further emphasised the way that they were on equal footing in this version of the show.

[hinamie]

alongside someone like you

[heartorbit]

happy halloween! 🎃🐈‍⬛👻🐇

[lotus-pear]

mourning black and the death of ideals

[linkedin-offficial]

me when i get the opportunity to think about speculative biology and non-existent game mechanics in media i like

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[nyerusnova]

Okay I'm weak and couldn't resist diving in, so here are all the cute Timmys from this week's issue, Batman #147:

First, some flashback babbie tims.... (also yes that's him and bruce in matching Wayne-monogrammed sweatshirts I'm crying)

And then for present-day timmy being such a sweetheart aaahhh (and also getting ready to kick ass)

BONUS adorable bruce and tim moment:

[the-thing-inside-your-closet]

Who Started The Fire?

From the prompts list:

“That’s my emotional support entity of questionable moral standing.”

Batman stared down the two teens standing before him. The boy was pointedly looking anywhere but the Bat’s face, finding more interest in the dirt and gravel crunching under his shoes. Meanwhile, the girl stood with her arms crossed, head held high, meeting Batman’s gaze with a defiant glare that wouldn’t be out of place on any of his own children’s faces.

Behind them lay the smoking remains of what was once a warehouse that had been used as a front for a weapons smuggling operation that the bats had collectively spent the past few weeks investigating. Although their investigation had taken longer than anticipated thanks to this group’s rather impressive security, they had been so close to a breakthrough…when the place had gone up in an inferno.

When the Gotham vigilantes had first arrived on the scene the fire had been so intense that they’d had to put in their gas masks to avoid any inhaling any of the thick black smoke from not only the fire, but also whatever chemicals may have potentially been within the building that would have been released into the air.

Batman’s initial hypothesis had been that the group had become aware of their investigation and burned the place to avoid any evidence being discovered while they moved locations. However, that theory had been shelved when Red Hood had announced the presence of charred bodies amongst the rubble, and evidence of explosives having been used in multiple area where the building’s structure had been the weakest. Whoever had been inside had not had any warning of the blaze that had swallowed the building too fast for them to get to safety, and with the structure being compromised from the explosions all exists had been blocked, preventing the inhabitant’s escape. Red Hood and Nightwing had been discussing potential suspects as Batman and Red Robin searched for any evidence that could have survived the destruction, when a clattering sound followed by the sound of voices hushing each other had altered all of the on scene bats to the presence of possibly several unknowns.

The two teens had been apprehended quickly and ushered to the side, far enough away from the scene of the fire to avoid them overhearing details of the investigation and to prevent any potential tampering. Accidental or otherwise. The teens had been stubborn in their refusal to answer any of the bat’s questions to their presence. Nobody knew why they were there, where they had come from, and they had even refused to disclose their names. Oracle, unfortunately, was sick with the flu and had been gently ordered to rest by Agent A. Batman was nevertheless confident that they would be able to discover their identities quickly either once they had returned to the cave or if they could get the kids to talk.

He would have asked Red Hood to speak with the teens, he was the best with kids. And if caught up in anything illegal they often seemed to respond better to him due to his more ambiguous morals and reputation for ensuring kid’s safety. Both from rouges and in some cases, the rest of the bats and birds. But he had been needed in Crime Ally after he had been alerted to a gunfight breaking out between two gangs who had been more hostile and antagonistic in recent months. Nightwing had accompanied him, and Spoiler had diverted from her patrol route to assist. That left Batman and Red Robin behind to deal with both the police and the frustratingly stubborn teens.

Batman resisted the urge to punch the bridge of his nose as yet another question was blatantly ignored by both kids. The boy had begun fiddling with the sleeved of his letterman jacket and the girl had taken to checking her manicured nails for any dirt or imperfections.

Just as he was about to turn the questioning over to one of the on scene police officers, a writhing mass of shadow had emerged from the girl’s shadow. Two tendrils of black smoke reached out to wrap themselves around the wrists and hands of both teens, who had in turn glanced down at their hands and smiled.

“We’re fine,” the boy had muttered quietly, “no need to worry.”

“What is that?” Batman asked, eyeing the mass with a cautious suspicion. He wanted to believe it wasn’t hostile given the kids reactions to it. But this was Gotham.

The girl shot him another glare, one hand on her hip while the other remained in the hold of whatever the shadowy mass was.

“That sir,” she spat out the first word with such venom to her tone that Batman almost flinched, “is our emotional support entity of questionable moral standing.”

[secretagentspydetectiveninja]

posting this with absolutely no context

[soracities]

i dont know how else to put this but to approach books (or any media, really) solely for the sake of relatability is genuinely incredibly heartbreaking......to have such little (or such unwilling) imaginative scope that you cannot stretch yourself, even marginally, in a different direction to what you’ve known or are used to knowing when the very POINT of stories is to transport you somewhere else, into someone else, so you can do just that........when fran lebowiz said a book “is supposed to be a door!” and george saunders said good prose “is like empathy training wheels” they were right!!! they were so so so SO absolutely entirely right!!!!!

[sameboot]

Paraphrasing again buuut I wanted to try illustrating this scene!

[vagueconfusion]

Feeling real ridiculous for not having realized that Baron's "stark father" was the Nightmare King until now

[moonpatroclus]

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒕 🤍✨

I’ve thought about this commission every day since the Elucien week prompts were announced, and I’m so excited to finally get to share it 🫶🏻 thank you to Vamorii, who as always, took my concept and created something even more lovely than I ever envisioned 💗

For @elucienweekofficial day 6: Fearless

Please do not repost

[egophiliac]

BIRD SSR????????????

NOOOO I wasted all my keys on Platinum Malleus, HOW CAN THEY DO THIS TO ME

(I do kinda love that this is officially "Raven Jacket" Crowley though) (does this open up the possibility of a selection of future Crowley fashion cards)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

oh hey! i was reading a fic the other day where Wangji was once misspelled as Wangu. which leads me to: MDZS Pingu-style??? noot noot!

Do you think love can bloom on the sea ice?

[doodlepede]

okay but trans men ARE oppressed for being men. you can't separate the transness from the mansness, these things are the same thing for us. we are trans because we are men, our transness makes us men. they are inseparable concepts. and i know yall can barely admit that trans men are oppressed at all but we are and it's because we are men who are breaking the rules.

patriarchy is way more than men > women. that is grossly reductive because if you look even remotely closely, you see that there's a TON of subtlety at work. all men aren't equal, you have to be the correct sort, performing all the behaviours correctly. if you don't or can't, you're lesser, usually a lot lesser than women who are acting correctly for their sex. it's more like Men>Women>Failures and even then, it isn't that simple ("Failures in what manner? what if a man and woman "fail" in the same way? what about race? etc). i dont think it can be boiled down to a single ruleset or framework without ignoring (intentionally or otherwise) SOMEONE'S experience.

intersectionality is, in part, accepting that you don't know every experience, and that it's not as simple as algebra. worry less about where people should be sorted according to a hierarchy of oppression. you're just doing more Rules

[wanderingibon]

if you thought i'd introduce my rooksona with something epic and cool with immense lore... here's lucanis with cookie rook instead. i hope it captures the energy, and more