#rhs wonder woman

[ecoustsaintmein]

Another SAS: RH thought(s) + headcanon:

I wondered when it is for Eoin that normal friendship and camaraderie with Paddy became 'lately I am changed by him', because that particular wording was so subtle and yet so strong.

Like, we know that the RL Eoin is a writer. He writes beautiful words and sometimes pens letters for other soldiers for their beaus. He doesn't rave and yell random poems at people, he keeps his spoken words close to his chest but it pours over on paper. I want to imagine that sometimes he writes poems that Paddy then looks over and comments on. Little scrawly scribbles at the edges of the paper.

I want to imagine that he writes poems about love and Paddy reads them and memorises them, but despairs that his muse is some fair-haired lady back in Belfast.

I want to imagine that Paddy recites the words that Eoin wrote, randomly to Eoin when they are in private, in their tent, at Heliopolis.

I want to imagine that Eoin indeed wrote them about some faceless woman, soft, not-yet-hardened by the coarseness of the desert, pure. But somehow the words shifted as war rages around him. And in everything he sees, he sees the purity that is Paddy, and his tone shifts. He doesn't write about the rolling green hills and the misty lakes, he writes about the sand and the heat and the blood and the unforgiving desert. And Paddy reads them, offers some changes, pores over the details and Eoin forgets which words were his and which ones were Paddy's.

His vernacular changes. His world changes. In every line he writes there is Paddy, but Eoin has no way of telling him.

And maybe when words fail, even when he is the conjurer of words, he smiles openly and adoringly at Paddy instead. And he will follow Paddy to the ends of the earth. He will offer Paddy the acts of service to communicate the words he could never say out loud.

Maybe he has written the words and Paddy figured it all out, implicitly. Maybe he showed it to Paddy in private, in Kabrit, and Paddy realized that that it was him Eoin was writing about. So Paddy recites them over and over, silently in his mind. Knowing their secret is safe. For a moment they were truly happy.

But we will never know this, because those words don't survive, and people weren't kind to those who loved the way Paddy and Eoin did.

[msfcatlover]

Excuse me while I use this panel to once again justify Jason hero worshiping Steph in my Reverse Robins verse. Here's a girl from his own home town, practically his own neighborhood, who became one of the most respected young heroes in the world. She's so open & proud about having no powers, about growing up in one of the worst parts of Gotham, and she's not just keeping up with the other Titans, she's their most visible leader. When they work with the Justice League, she gets to coordinate with people like Superman & Wonder Woman. Villains fear her and full-grown adult heroes listen to her.

Even after she died, she lingered. So many heroes had something to say, the ripples throughout the community were obvious. Steph shot for the moon and left her mark on the stars; proof people like them could matter, could make a difference & change the world.

And then he joins the family and gets to know Steph through her civilian history, all the similarities they have there, and all the stories the others tell about her. Steph's skill, her stubbornness, her positivity, her sense of humor, her intelligence, were all so much more than she let the cameras see. Her suit enshrined in the cave, a morbid tribute to how important she was. The other batkids telling Jason how much Steph would've loved him, how well they would have gotten along, how much they all wish the two could've met (even though they all know everyone else would rue the day Steph decided Jason was her new favorite brother; nothing would've stopped their combined chaos then.)

Don't tell me all of this wouldn't take Jason's initial admiration up several levels. Don't tell me she wouldn't be his favorite hero of all time.

Don't tell me RH!Steph's animosity wouldn't hurt like hell, when what Jason wanted more than anything was to be just like her.

[tessarionbestgirl]

Agree or disagree with this assessment: tumblr.com/notalicent/764136881425350656/imo-alicent-allowed-ottos-fear-mongering-to?source=share

I disagree.

I always feel like when people say Rhaenyra wouldn't kill Alicent kids, they actually mean she doesn't would want to kill them. What in fact is true. But that doesn't mean she would not do it if means whether her well-being is at stake or in her interests. The biggest proof of this is the end of the second season itself. Is not nonsense paranoia.

Now about 1x08, I know people love to bring this episode to prove Rh/enicest "subtext" what so ever. I know the people behind the scenes love to queerbait the fandom. To me is not what translates on the screen.

To understand the best this relationship and that line, I always like to bring up Otto quote + Aemond quote.

" You are no fool, but you choose not to see."

"The queen speaks with two tongues."

Because Alicent is a victim of grooming and a religious woman, so she does idealizes her childhood, the time when she was free and pure, and her relationship with Rhaenyra and Rhaenyra in it self.

Her mind knows Rhaenyra is a threat to her kids life, heck she saw this in their last confrontation before they met again in episode 8, she gave Corlys's brother on the show a platform to speak the true, ans the guy just lost his head for speaking the true.

Meanwhile her heart wants to believe Rhaenyra would be a good queen, he heart feels guilty over the scar she left on Rhaenyra arm ( insert the gift of her holding her arm they use to the supposed subtext).

Alicent's is so desperate to regain the childhood she lost, that she regressed in the finale to the idealized teenage version of her and calls Rhaenyra to run away with her and her daughter, a callback to the pilot, even though her young self already back them though this was bs.

Alicent can't accept the reality so she comes out as hypocrite that speaks with two tongues, and doesn't not want to accept what is front of her. Even the idea of her holding on to the image of her mother and faith is she ignoring the fact that she was always more like her father than her mother.

Deep down she knows, she just doesn't not want to accept. The true is to horrifying for her. No wonder she chooses to run away at end of s2.

That is why she holds herself on the green council on the supposed Viserys words and then when she finds the true she doesn't think it matters anyway. Because she uses that to justify herself in her own head. But she knows even back then it was a need for kids to live.

She doesn't want Rhaenyra to be kill but this is not the main reason she joins together to conspire and take the throne from Rhaenyra. Like why everything Alicent does in the eyes of this fandom is based on Rhaenyra? Human being don't work like that, not even Alicent's as character.

I know S2 that is a shame trip for Alicent, and they they threw away her nuance, but S1 still exist to prove this character was way more than just that.

[angelasreblogs]

Master List Organization Poll

I would love to have everyone's input on master list organization. I have a lot of content and my ideas of how to most efficiently present it keep changing.

I used to have a short paragraph/blurb for each story out to the side of the title. Now I just have bullet pointed lists of titles under categories (ie, “collabs”, “Poly stories”, etc).

I used to have things sorted into multiple master lists, then put them all in one place for simplicity then moved them again, sorting into several blogs each with its own master list: TRR Scribbles, TRR Poly, TRR One Shots, TRR Bad Romance. On these blogs, you will find them further divided by category, but all shown on the same page/list.

I’m wondering what works best for the readers. When you go looking for content, which format do you prefer?

Examples

Ex 1 List of stories with blurbs:

Insurrection: Riley isn’t what anyone thought she was. Her actions set off a civil war in Cordonia. Eidolon: Construction in the four-hundred-year-old throne room awakens an ancient evil. Unexpected Max has an inappropriate fixation on Riley. Dark Elf: Liam Rys is unpleased that his human half has left him not quite immortal. He has a plan to correct that. American Girl: Riley, Drake, and Liam grew up in a small town in North Texas. High school graduation scatters the three lifelong friends and shakes up their respective relationships.

Ex 2, same as one but divided into categories

Paranormal: Eidolon: Construction in the four hundred year old throne room awakens an ancient evil. Dark Elf: Liam Rys is unpleased that his human half has left him not quite immortal. He has a plan to correct that. Non-Royal Au's: American Girl: Riley, Drake, and Liam grew up in a small town in North Texas. High school graduation scatters the three lifelong friends and shakes up their respective relationships. Drake x Riley Stories My Best Friends Girl: Drake Walker struggles to contain feelings he shouldn't be having as he finds himself falling for the same girl as his best friend. Star Crossed: Drake Walker meets the woman of his dreams the night before his best friend's wedding but there's a major obstacle.

EX 3 Title only, one long list

Three Weeks in Ramsford

Complicated

Hinge

The Proposal

The Agreement

Forbidden Passion

Savage Love

Royal Retribution

The De Facto Queen

Victim of Love

Ex 4 Title only, divided into subcategories but still all on ONE master list

Riley x Drake:

My Best Friend's Girl

Lavender and Crimson

Star Crossed

A Fervid Fixation

American Girl

Riley x Liam

Insurrection

Other Pairings:

In Your Room Drake x Leo

The Crown and the Shield Jackson x Constantine

Broken Jackson x Eleanor

Leo & Liv Leo x Olivia

Collaborations:

Mardi Gras Mayhem

One Step Ahead

One Night in Cordonia

Cordonian Royal Airlines

Ex 5: The way it is now, links to separate blogs/ML. Stories are divided into broad categories (each of the below links leads to a separate master list where stories are then sorted into further categories but all on the same page/list)

IE: You click on one of these and when you go to that page, you see ex 4 above. ex 4 is what you get when you click on TRR Scribbles here.

Why Choose? Poly/RH stories.

TRR Scribbles: Mono pairings

Law's End: A crime procedural

One-Shots: TRR one-shots

Visuals: Art, edits, etc.

Extras: other TRR stuff

Ex 6: The way it is now, links to separate blogs/ML but with paragraphs/blurbs giving a brief description of the story. So organized like ex 5 but when you get to the ML, instead of title only, there would be blurbs like in ex 1.

Ok, was that clear as mud? If you understand all that and have an opinion, I would love to have your feedback!!!

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[sinister-things]

A Girl Like Her

REBLOGS > LIKES

Inspired by this post by @stupidbitchwaifu

Mr. X × Femme Fatale!Reader

⚠️TW: Alcohol, gambling, one innuendo⚠️

A/N: Mr. X is 30, Y/N is 25

It was a beautiful night in Paris, France. Stars lit up the sky and the streets were bustling with civilians, basking in the activities of the night.

Just North of the Eiffel Tower, was an art gallery: Salle des Étoiles. Tonight, the rich and powerful gather for a night of auction, gambling, and extraordinary amounts of alcohol.

But, a woman with a wicked glint in her eye, and a man far too curious for his own good, have other plans...

"It's the quiet ones," Mr. X decided. It was always the quiet ones that drew him in.

He and his siblings had been speaking and Mr. X regularly found his gaze drifting away from the conversation at hand and towards a specific woman.

This mysterious woman had drunk her second flute of champagne and suffered through about three small talk conversations so far.

Mr. X experienced difficulty trying to decide who she was: He’d suggest a new-to-money winner of capitalism, but the woman carried herself with a grace that could only come from experience.

Definitely not an old money type either; she hadn’t once drifted over to the congregation of old money men who have been stalking the gallery discussing stocks and shareholders, as well as showing off their significantly younger trophy wives.

GM scoffed, seeing his brothers obvious disinterest. The elder brother turned around, seeking out what in the world could be stealing his brother's attention away from him. "What are you– oh."

"W-What?" Mr. X stuttered, holding his own glass in his hand, realizing that he wasn't as discreet as he thought he was, noticing his brother's snickering.

"You're interested in her, aren't you?" The GM crossed his arms. "You don't even know her name!"

Meanwhile, Kingpin was glaring daggers at this woman. "Who does she think she is?" She muttered under her breath.

This woman was a young, charming, and bold hacker that had everyone talking about her. What was so special about her that had everyone talking their ears off? She didn't look that special. Then again, she was still a rookie. "Give it a few weeks, Kingpin. People will be over her by then," The RHS leader told herself.

What a mystery, this woman was. Mr. X wondered if he had enough time to unravel her before he would have to get back to the main objective of the night.

"Don't even think about it," His brother cautioned. "Find someone else."

Mr. X very carefully took a sip from his champagne glass, tasting the excitement on his tongue more than the bubbles.

"Just because you're too curious for your own good and she's pretty and you haven’t gotten laid in five years doesn’t mean that you get to start ignoring us now!" Kingpin barged into the conversation.

Mr. X could only glare. They were right– he often did let his curiosity get the better of him, but he wasn't going to admit that.

There were, of course, much better things to do with his time which included tracking down where the beautiful muse had vanished in the moment that Mr. X’s eyes had wandered away. The gallery was only open for a few more polite hours and Mr. X intendes to enjoy at least five more minutes of witnessing something actually worthwhile before he has to get on with the night’s main event.

He sighed. "Fine," The Englishman said. "I'll be over at the roulette table if you need me."

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Y/N stood on the side of the room, leaning against a wall with a flute of champagne in her hand.

You carefully observed your surroundings, and the people in the room. God, these people are clueless! They're so up and over their heads about power that they haven't even caught on to your plan yet!

"My," A voice spoke from your side. "What's a beautiful woman like yourself doing all alone?"

Damn it, Halloween Hacker. "Remember Y/N, appearance is key," you told yourself, mostly to stop yourself from punching that bastard to New Jersey.

"Well, what's a man like yourself doing alone?" You asked him, wearing your signature smile that could make anyone do your bidding.

The two of you continued to converse, Halloween Hacker seemingly trying desperately– and failing, to flirt with you. Thus, you quickly lost interest, just the occasional chuckle and a nod.

You continued to scan the room, seeing if there were any old money men you could scam for their fortune. But, something much different caught your eye.

The famed Mr. X. You had heard of him, and the things he's done. He had it all: a successful corporation, money, and women were practically tripping over themselves to become his wife.

You smirked, knowing damn well that he was staring at you, but you didn't say anything. You could use him to your advantage...

"Say, Ms. Y/N," Halloween Hacker was quick to bring your attention back to him. "Would you care to join me at the roulette table? I heard that the Red Hood might be there,"

Your eyes lit up at the mention of the Red Hood. This could be your first round of your little scheme.

There was a fairly familiar glint in your eye; one of sinister, dark intent. Your smile only grew in size as you accepted the offer. "I'd be honored," You said, keeping up your facade.

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Mr. X and several other hackers sat around a table, a staff member shuffling and dealing them each five cards. He wanted to groan when he saw Halloween Hacker approaching, but nothing came out of his mouth when he saw who was accompanying him.

"Guys, look who I found!" He said, linking his arm to the Aphrodite standing beside him.

Her eyes scanned the table, as if taking in all the people who were sat down. Her gaze locked with that of Mr. X's, and she smirked as she gave him a wink.

"Y/N," She introduced herself, removing her arm from that wretched Halloween Hackers. "Y/N L/N,"

"Has anyone ever told you it’s rude to stare?" Y/N asked, a wicked smile spread across her face. Mr. X blinked for a moment, surprised and embarrassed to see that Ms. L/N knew that he had been looking at her. Her voice was more intoxicating than the champagne that Mr. X had just consumed, and he desperately wanted to hear more of it.

She wore an all-black suit, with a turtleneck with a small slit near the upper chest, showing just a tease of pretty skin that felt almost impossible to look away from. The suit accentuated Ms. L/N's figure, making her a masterpiece in the art gallery, and Mr. X thought it was a shame that he wasn't an artist, because he was willing to examine every aspect of the Magnum opus in front of him.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have the most captivating eyes?" Mr. X said, hoping to change the subject. He smirked under his mask when he saw Halloween Hacker getting visibly jealous. His empty champagne glass is dropped on the tray of a passing caterer whose face has nothing memorable about them compared to the sharp smile of the woman in front of him that makes him nearly forget how to breathe.

"Really?" Y/N raised an eyebrow, an amused look on her face that has Mr. X’s stomach fluttering already. "I wasn’t sure you noticed based on how you have been staring at my chest all night."

"Enough," Halloween Hacker interrupted, pulling out a chair for Ms. Y/N, immediately sitting in the empty chair beside her.

The hackers proceeded with their game of poker, the bet going higher and higher, until a few had bet their entire life savings on this one game.

"So..." Mr. X trailed off, trying to figure out a way to start a conversation with the woman sitting across from him. "I assume that there's a Mr. L/N somewhere?" He asked, his eyes darting around the room.

Y/N chuckled softly, getting a real kick out of the man's assumption. "There is no Mr. L/N, I'm afraid," you shook your head with a smirk.

Mr. X was taken aback, but relieved, knowing that he still had a slim chance of getting a drink with you sometime.

"Well, unless I'm being too forward–"

"Ms. Y/N, I must ask," Halloween Hacker intruded, stealing your attention away from Mr. X. "What made you join us here tonight?"

"I was invited," You answered. "Just like everyone else."

The game proceeded for ten more minutes, before you slammed your deal of cards on the table, revealing your cards. Halloween Hacker looked at the cards in disbelief.

"A royal flush..."

You did it. You won the life savings of several people, and Mr. X had just lost fifteen thousand dollars to you, and Halloween Hacker lost fifty thousand!

The hackers who were far more experienced than you and had been in this business for years, watched as you celebrated your victory. They all got up, walking away in defeat.

The only people left at the table were you and Mr. X

You smiled smugly, proud of your winnings. "What were you going to say?" You asked the man standing in front of you.

Mr. X blushed, fiddling with his collar. He sighed, "Well, I was going to ask if you'd be interested in getting a drink sometime, but–"

Before he could finish, the lights went out. People were confused, startled, and frightened. However, within a few seconds, the lights came back on.

The host and his wife stood at the front of the room, announcing their apologies and that they were currently investigating the matter, until multiple guests interrupted.

"My wedding ring is missing!"

"Someone has stolen my wallet!"

"My pearls, they've been stolen!"

To say that Mr. X was confused would be a drastic understatement. He patted himself with his hands, ensuring that he still had all his valuables– which he did. Until he felt something strange in his inner coat pocket...

It was a business card. On it, written in black ink, was a phone number. He looked around, making sure that no one had seen it, and tucked it back into his jacket.

Meanwhile, you were speeding down the French highway, on your way to the airport with multiple stolen goods. Once on that plane, you would be on your way to Germany, where you would repeat this act a million times over...

[coffee-in-veins]

The Character Bingo for Damian👀? Also, thoughts on the redesign?

thank you for the ask!

i really should save drafts of those, when will i learn...

here's Damian's dd1 bingo:

frankly, i didn't think much about flagellants since i rarely used them in dd1 the game. i thought about Damian since my dear friend liked him, and he even got a supportive character role in RRR since i can easily see him hunting Bloodsuckers with single-minded religious zeal. he makes a nice foil for a decent amount of folk - Rey, Junia and Baldwin for their religiousness, Tardif for their inability to comprehend their own feeling, Sarmenti for singlemindedness. there's a lot one can play with, genuinely. i like the concept.

in-game, my biggest issue was that my flagellants always failed their very first death door checks despite their supposed high rez (hell, they had martyr's seal and it didn't flipping help in the slightest!), so i just sighed and resolved to a bunch of hwms and jesters for all my bleeding needs.

anyway, here's the same bingo for dd2:

hope it explains a lot, including my attitude towards the redesign. please bear in mind, i don't own the game (and now i doubt that i will unless it gets a nifty sale.. but i'm derailing here), so my attitude is based on text descriptions and three screenshots i've seen.

but if we want to be technical:

as i mentioned above, my flagellants died more than any other class (save for maybe vestals because i didn't play with occ as healers), so seeing literal Death chasing him is frankly hilarious;

i hate zombie characters when they are played as straightforward zombies. if they are more or less creative (fungal artillery my beloved - the yell i let out when i realized what exactly was going on with this thing was and still is priceless), then they get a pass, but you can't get any more zombie-y than a mummified guy who "refuses to die because of his will";

also the snobbery of that statement. i get that it was a magazine interview but just... others are pussies, i suppose, if they fail death check and die? wonder what does it make a non-candlefed flagellant when he inevitably bites an L and dies...

also WE ARE KILLING DEATH; no, for reals. it's Death. not a monster. not some eldritch being. not corporeal demon. DEATH. the literal aspect of it. how? why? since when it's a thing?? we are the motley crew of fuckups and social rejects; yes, they (supposedly) stopped The Heart of Darkness in DD1, but there it was more of the benefit of the estate and the looping nature of the land surrounding the titular Darkest Dungeon than anything, with a dash of Sleeper's time fuckupery and the Heir heavily implied to be cursed to keep the loop going and the Heart sleeping. and then again - you are supposed to lose a minimum of two heroes in that fight. are we supposed to perma-lose someone "Come Unto Thy Maker" style each time we fight Death? I highly doubt it, because Damian will become a liability quicker than he'd appear on a character select screen; here we are supplexing literal "i'm in my horsegirl phase" Thanatos AS A ROAD MINIBOSS; let's see what road minibosses are: a canon, a greedy woman with PTSD from her former expeditions, a pack of bandits and LITERAL DEATH; am I the only one who sees a "what the fuck are stakes" problem, here...?

also also seeing a fanatically zealous character having a move to desecrate corpses/graves is very odd, imo. yes, Baldwin/Leper has one too in dd2 - but in dd2 he is canonically no longer religious;

this is more of my quirk of trying to biologically explain eldritch fuckupery - but if Damian has coherent lines in DD2, this is a fuckup on RH part. he has no lips. he physically cannot speak as a human would, since lips and cheeks are a big part of how we form sounds to make words. if he groans, moans and wheezes only - my bad, you can ignore this point completely;

he no longer has his tooth gap. why? why, RH, why? his CC set trinket is literally Chipped Tooth. his background comic highlights him losing it. and yet his "rotting body" somehow got dental work and got it back...?

I dunno man. much like DD2 in general, i want to love it, i genuinely do, but it feels like... how do i put it. imagine amazon "hollywoodifying" DD1 with absurd stakes and literal "we're the only one who can stop the end of the world with our street magic" and making a sequel based on that and... i just dunno. i want to give it the benefit of the doubt, but the more i see, the less hope i have. huh. much like the game itself does, i suppose. it was a dd2 joke. an attempt to make one, at least.

sorry to end on such a downer note ^^' i hope you can enjoy dd2. i genuinely hope you can, i'll envy you in the best of ways. the game looks amazing and sounds decent, and i wish i didn't detest the rest of it. looking at you, gatcha.

and we end up on another rant of mine about dd2... sorry ^^' i'll try to control myself next time.

[broodpeas]

random thoughts on RHOBH

I'm watching Real Housewives of Beverly Hills again, in between watching other tv shows I didn't wanna watch until I knew I had the time to do so (watched Moon Knight, the best of two worlds: indiana jones and the mummy!). It has been, as usual, an experience to watch a pseudo-reality tv show about wealthy yt women who seem to enjoy tackling each other in the harshest way.

Because I jumped late on this ship, I'm sure later seasons the show tries to mend some of the things they have done so far that they consider to be bad (for example, highlighting in the worst possible way, how an addiction affects not only a personbut that person's family and make everyone a judge of the situation). With each season I wonder...well, basically, I wonder why. And, are people really like this in real life? Because, even if this is a heavily scripted tv show, we still are talking about people and I can't help but wonder if people are really doing things like doubting someone's disease (season 6), domestic abuse (season 1 and season 2), divorce (season 2 and season 3), and the privacy of minor and their right to exist without having a camera shoved in their faces. I wonder why presenting this on television? why making of this entertainment? and how this specific entertainment differentiates from the other ways we consume in pop culture? Ultimately, tv and movies -but especially tv- exploits this and we take it all, even when we think and believe it's done carefully, gracefully, or whatever (always good to ask ourselves what this implies). I think in the past I had writenn about this, but it's still nice to know that I enjoy watching it. I really do. I don't know what witchery this tv show has but it is good, it's so good. And with every season, aware of the "degradation", I still think they can't go far -and then, they do! So far, season 6 started with a man peeping a woman's underskirt and his wife saying it's her fault because she wasn't wearing any underwear! Ah, makes perfect sense!

At the same time, I think too this show is very telling of the upper class of entitled gringas that sometimes do come to this part of the continent and are amazed we have wifi. Which by the way, reminds me to tell to whomever reads this, please let's not find this shocking anymore. It's the year 2023 of our lord Beyoncé who's on tour currently -and giving you so many fashion references I don't think an academic paper will ever be enough-, and we know the condescending ways the gringos exist in the world. RHOBH simply let's you go a little deeper into this, to wonder how in hell did we let things go this far and how great it is because we find amusement. I have always wondered, when the cameras are gone, and they're just them, people living on earth, do they look at themselves and think "this is just a job"? Instead of a version of squid game that violently murders people, maybe this is the real squid game. A very nice one, because I will not stop watching it- must be said, it really doesn't make you a better person to put yourself in the position of judge here.

In any case, it will always be interesting to disssect the Real Housewives franchise from the ethics point of view, and especially from a feminist point of view. Because one could say that yes, tv shows like this makes us abandon all feminist flagpoles and shit, I honestly think this is a too hurried on position. There's a reason why this specific part of television and pop culture is viewed and appreciated by us. For so long gossip and cattiness has been understood as negative and even here, I understand them as negative values. RH has given permission to turn around this, to pose the question why are they bad? if you think carefully, ethics wasn't really built by so-called marginal groups, it was built by men. I mean, what's the first book of ethics I read on my philosophy BA? Aristotle! and Socrates was well, he was difficult, I don't think he'll ever admit how catty and dramatic he was (girl, you died drinking poison instead of escaping, do you think LVP would've done that hell no, she would've made dorit drink the poison!!!). And we all know this, and this isn't the exact place to discuss the implications or consequences this has, but it really does let you think with more attention and detail why these tv shows are considered "trash tv" instead of....culture. I don't think RH is bad tv, I think it's an specific form of entertainment that is so specific to our contemporary times we really have no way to compare it with anything else. This also lets us come close to what it means when a scripted television show starts to meddle with serious stuff, such as addiction, domestic abuse, harassment, and so on and on, and does so with not much care or tact. They just do it, they give it you raw.

But anyway, this was very random, like almost everything I write. Time to get back to work.

[degeneration-design-doctor]

I've told the following story to so many people: friends, colleagues, other trans people, medical professionals, so I figured this would be a good thing to tell.

My parents are Welsh, but moved to a tiny countyside village in rural Oxfordshire with, like, legit thatched cottages and stuff, when I was 2.

Since we moved there, there has been this old guy whose family have lived there forever, who is honest to god called Jim Spinach.

He's a stereotypical grouchy old man, but has a good heart. His favourite hobbies include heckling the vicar during sermons in the Church of England church, and trolling the Methodists who go to the Chapel down the road. Jim has never left the country, and barely left Oxfordshire. He is not what you would call metropolitan or lgbtqia aware.

Fast forward 30 odd years, when I've grown up, left home, and live in London,, have realised I am in fact a woman, and have eventually come out to my family. By this stage, Jim is truly ancient.

I count myself as lucky, because despite initial confusion and some light teething troubles, my mid 60s parents have been very accepting and supportive through my transition, despite being active in the church (mum does layperson leading and dad is a church warden), and have been letting people in the village know as it comes up.

A woman who lived in the village had a daughter who is gay and has a wife but the mother is homophobic, so the wife never comes to the village. The homophobe dies, and the daughter comes to do the funeral stuff and brings her wife.

After the funeral service, my mum is driving Jim Spinach to the local town for a doctors appointment, when he says, (and to those of you who don't know what an traditional countryside Oxfordshire accent sounds like, try to image a broad farmer accent, a bit like Somerset)

"Aye luvvie, it's sad an' all Jeanne's dead, but ee, 'er daughter's wife's so lovely, its such a shame we didn't get to meet 'er sooner cos of Jeanne's nonsense. You only 'ave to look to see 'ow 'appy she makes her! "

My mum, sensing an opening here, says "You're so right Jim, it's daft isn't it when people are like that. By the way, I've got something to tell you about my oldest..."

Jim's reaction is "Aahh that's bloody wonderful, oh I'm so 'appy for 'er, good on 'er! What name's she goin' by now then? "

My mum explains that is a relatively normal name but spelt more Welsh, with Rh and an I instead of a Y, and Jim's response is "Well that's bloody daft, but still, I spose when you've lived so long with a name that doesn't fit, it's only right you get to do what you want with yer new one! Ah thank 'e for tellin' me duck (term of endearment in Oxfordshire), send 'er all my love, won't ye?"

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So, I'm trans. And several years ago, I was at my great grandfather's funeral. 17, newly on T, barely out to anyone other than my close friends and family. And I'm standing there at the refreshment's table, surrounded by strangers and members of my family's church, when George walks up to me.

This man is ancient, bent like a finger and frail. Tufts of white hair surround his wrinkled face. Like always, he's wearing thick glasses, massive hearing aids, and his veteran's hat. George was my first introduction to the concept of war, when he told me as a child why he was missing two fingers on his hand. He's been a fixture at church since I can remember. I've only ever seen him at there or in uniform at parades, the rest of his time spent in a nursing home somewhere. He picks up a deviled egg and says, in his quiet voice,

"You know, before your grandfather died, he told me that now he had 3 grandsons."

I'm frozen in place. I don't know what to say to that, if I should say anything at all. This is not a conversation I expected to have, especially not with this man. But he continues.

"I didn't know what he meant! So he explained it to me."

And I can imagine it. My great grandfather, uninformed and opinionated but supportive, explaining to his friend the news he barely understood himself over after-service coffee and cookies. His eldest grandchild was now a boy.

"And, you know, I didn't know what to think."

Here, George looks me up and down. This 90-something year old war veteran, who knew me mostly as the little girl playing in the church kitchen with his wife, processing what my great grandfather had really meant. It feels like a long pause, even thought it probably passed in a second.

"But you look good. So, eh!"

And then he smiled, shrugged, and walked away without another word. If I was fine, if I was happier, then that's all that mattered.

George passed away this week, at the age of 99. This memory has been bouncing around in my head for a while, but I wasn't sure if or how I should share it. It was a conversation that meant very little, but also meant the world. It was scary, and funny, and the moment when I realized that sometimes the people you least expect will accept you. Sometimes, even if they don't fully understand, even if they barely know you, someone will choose to support you. And that will always matter.

[lesbianlagoona]

omg another monster high fan who is a radfem 🙏 I bow down to you bc I am far too scared to openly express my views o hope you are having a wonderful day 💞

hi!! i was scared too until a couple of months ago. i even made a sideblog to post only doll-related stuff but im being more open about it on main these days too! luckily, no one has been a hater about it. i think my mutuals are pretty chill ☺️

i try not to think much about dolls politically, to be honest. i know that fashion dolls and radical feminism don't precisely align but i also know that I'd probably agree with any criticisms/observations other radfems make about fashion dolls. i know what's wrong with them but that doesn't stop me from enjoying my own dolls, you know? i think it's a lot easier when you're an adult. i do remember feeling uncomfortable with barbie and bratz dolls as a kid because I looked nothing like them. that's why i gravitated more towards toy ponies and LPS.

nevertheless, now that I've grown to be comfortable in my own skin, as a GNC woman, i feel like i get to appreciate other details in fashion dolls. like how well constructed their clothes are, in RH/SH dolls for example. or in G3 MH dolls, i love that each character has a different body type! how cool is that? when i was a kid, MH dolls were freakishly thin!! it's so cool to see that that's finally changed!

anyway, if i ever had a child, i probably would keep them away from fashion dolls lmao

sorry about the long rant! i hope you're having a wonderful day too! 💜

[randomafterthought]

I imagine someone like the Flash song a bag check one day, since everyone is so concerned, and everyone freezes when he screams and zips to the other side of the room.

Flash: JESUS F—ING CHRIST!!!!

Tense JL member: What is it? Did he actually put decapitated heads in there?

Flash: Some- somehow, it's worse...

Dread fills the room. One brave soul (probably Wonder Woman) goes to take a look and find an assortment of doll heads. At her visible relief, Red Hood starts cackling.

RH: Serves you a-holes right! Now, are we going out what?

I think it’s funny to think that whenever Jason shows up to ANYTHING with a duffle bag the batfamily and co think there could be decapitated heads inside:

Dick: whatcha got there Jason?

Jason: my luggage for the mission??

Dick:

Jason:

Dick:

Jason: HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU GUYS THERE AREN’T HEADS IN HERE

Dick: THERES ALWAYS THE POSSIBILITY

Jason: I HAVEN’T KILLED ANYONE IN MONTHS

Dick: THAT WE KNOW OF

I imagine that then the Justice League becomes weary of Jason with duffle bags due to the bats. So the outlaws could be helping with a mission and:

Superman: Hood if it’s alright we’d like to search your bag?

Red Hood: there’s just my gear inside

Superman: we just want to double check it is your gear…

Red Hood:

Red Hood: not you guys too

Red Hood: THERE AREN’T ANY DECAPITATED HEADS INSIDE

Arsenal: at this point you should just put heads in there.

Red Hood: I’m not trying to get back on the Justice Leagues Wanted list Roy

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

1 3 and 10 c:

Ahh, thank you for the ask! c:

1. What is your favorite DC movie and why? And least favorite?

Justice League vs. Teen Titans! Because I’m simply biased as hell.

To ALL of its elements! Azarath! In a MOVIE! Arella’s story got RECOGNIZEd– even ANIMATED! It gave Raven’s gem a BACKSTORY! It’s everything I’ve ever wanted out of a Teen Titans animation.

(Azarath being animated in a movie fulfilled my SOUL, you have NO fucking idea. It was AMAZING. And so well animated too? So pretty? So peaceful? So nice to look at? Holy god, I want ten thousand hours of documentaries on that place??? legitimate tears in my eyes when we saw it. honestly, it was just… it was so good.)

Not to mention, while the production value was Kinda Eh, the writing was really clever and the Moments (silly, fun, heartfelt, freaky, dramatic) were all really well done. It captured the “Heart” of those feelings, emotive and raw and honest. I actually enjoyed the fun moments. Myself. And wasn’t just “distantly admiring people being happy”. Do you know how much of an ACCOMPLISHMENT that is?

The music was really cool. Not to reveal my Immortal Inner Emo Kid. But “Down to Nothing” is a really good song. (One of my only problems with this movie is that it was shoddily edited in the scene, and it’s a shame, because it really is a good song… {lD it was kinda my anthem for a long, long time after this movie. “Help me: believe in something, cuz I am: broken, I’m down to nothing. And it’s just so hard to be this way, but it’s just as hard to change. So: help me, believe in sooomethiiing….”)

(Because it’s in this movie, I grin a bit whenever Ciaran randomly shuffles it up. But also because I just really like the song itself.)

Also really cool: Trigon was an abusive asshole. Ultra mega props for that element; not just making him a Bad Guy because he’s Powerful and Wants to Rule the World, but legitimately showing that he was a BAD “GUY” *and* a Bad Parent.

Also nice, Damian felt less shoehorned in than Certain Other Really Recent Robins were in the comics…. (The reason for that may have been glossed over and a touch cliche, but it worked for the movie. It did what it needed to, nothing more and nothing less.)

Good thing too, because Damian being A Kid was really nice to see. (Raven too, let’s be real. Those kids need more “fun” in their lives.) Bond the children! BOND THEM, GODDAMN IT. That’s what any good Teen Titans story really needs; friends who are a FAMILY. They love each other, even if it’s hard-earned and hard-kept.

Focused on the PEOPLE, and their WELL-BEING, just as much as (if not MORESO!) than “ohshit, Big Bad Guy to deal with here”.

(the rest is under a cut, because godDAMN. I got rambly once I started talking about Raven.)

And perhaps most important of all to me: Raven’s characterization was amazing. Truly a masterpiece. Any time you’ve got a comic character with 7 different tones and 3-4 Literal Deaths and like 28 different writers having handled her: It takes a LOT of work to pick and choose what you want to do with them. It takes a lot of WISDOM and even prowess to triangulate your Own Characterization between such dramatic differences. Raven has been cold and distant; warm and soft; sharp and bitter; lost and clueless; wise and knowledgeable; she’s a very LAYERED and COMPLEX character even in each individual VERSION.

And the movie portrayed so many of her key characteristics so wonderfully. It’s a very “complete” picture of my absolutely Iconic Favorite Character, it encompasses so much of my Favorite Parts of her throughout her entire history, and it was just such a delight to experience. I, in my unpopular opinion (at least among my contemporary Cartoon-First Generation of Teen Titans Fans), actually really liked her voice actress, too? So subtle. So snarky. So soft, even with its edge of attitude. It was such a good fit for such a good incarnation!

And then there’s the fact that they included Jaime (who does well on his own, but honestly always seemed like a natural fit to the team), Kori (a Key Titan, let’s be honest), and even Gar (because his playfulness is a key part of Whole-Team Characterization too honestly; it wouldn’t be the same without him). It was a good setup, even with the comics this continuity’s based on being totally cracked.

And Cyborg showed up. Despite working “in the big Leagues” now. Thanks for throwing us that bone, at least. lD

And Damian? They did a great job of giving him character developement. Much needed. Good shit. If he can’t be with Dick!Bats in this verse (and I deeply prefer Dick as Nightwing anyways), that’s a really good fit for him. Learning to be human. Getting comfortable with Some Normalcy. Good and relateable.

That movie was just. Ahhh. SO Good. X3 As a Teen Titans fan especially, but also just as a person who likes a good Team Becoming Family story.

I love it. It has its caveats, but none of them dampen my obnoxiously heartfelt love for this thing.

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(…yikes .after THAT essay, the rest of my answers are going to feel so shallow.)

All that bias aside though, my other favorite DC movie is definitely Wonder Woman. Hands down. Undoubtedly, no contest, no holds bar. It was a phenomenally well-told story with a lot of wit and compelling characters that used absolutely MASTERFUL rising action, and felt GENUINE. It was told from the heart as well as the camera, and it was told beautifully. Smoothly. It felt godly and human all at once. I can’t explain it very well, but it was genuinely one of the best movies I have ever seen.

I never got very into Wonder Woman, but from what I know of the 80’s and the Really Recent comics: It also captured her backstory, her personality, and her Style of Heroism really well. But even without being very familiar with her as a character? It’s a gorgeously well-done movie.

( Note: I still haven’t seen Justice League yet, but from what I’ve heard, I’ll probably end up liking that one too.)

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Least favorite? I don’t know, honestly.

(My least favorite superhero movie is that one Marvel one with Vision, because I literally fell asleep while watching it. That’s the first time in my entire life I’ve fallen asleep while watching ANYTHING.)

But for DC, even the silly obnoxiously-radioactive-colored Batman and Robin has its place in history.

Can I just say, maybe… “the Injustice: Gods Among Us cutscenes”?- raven’s voice really grates my nerves, and not even in a Fun Creepy Way.- Whose idea was it to have SUPERMAN go evil? Like? ?? Who thought that was in any way a reasonable idea. - the story in that game felt really cobbled together. The comics are a lot more interesting, fun, and though there’s a lot of, like, Random Occurrences that seem to happen Exclusively For The Drama, in the game there are a lot of ill-explained things and general Random Chaos. Not my kinda story.

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3. Which DC character should be introduced in movies/shows? Or have a movie/show of their own?

I mean. My automatic response is “Raven”, but I only ever want to see that if it’s being done right. The way CW wanted to do it kinda ripped the heart of everything I know/love about her to shreds. (”Relateable normal teen girl sudden has powers”? What? What??? That’s literally NONE of Raven’s backstory, shoo. Begone. Good riddance.)

That aside, I’d honestly probably watch the HELL out of a Nightwing show. Or movie. Just LET DICK BE HIMSELF. Without being attached at the history AND HIP to Bruce!

Or Death? or Sandman? I don’t know how well they’d translate to TV; Nightwing would certainly be the safer bet. Neil Gaiman’s writing is half as great as it is because of the WRITING. The style. The narrations… But, I mean: Coraline was just wonderful~ So why not a Sandman movie, too? Given the right director, and the right special effects team…?

(Constantine would’ve been next on my list, for a better movie anyway. but he’s already getting some decent recognition. So whoop whoop. Good shit. Nice Decision, DC. I Approve.)

10. Which DC character portrayal do you think is better in the comics than in the movies?

Batman. By far.

I’m just sick of all this manpain and gritty, utterly-unyielding violence, and… politics? Where’s the humanity?

Aren’t these writers forgetting that he’s someone who has suffered, and is doing all this, not just to beat up bad guys and look cool, but to save others from what theyd do? To HELP PEOPLE, not to growl like a man-tiger and punch things?

You can be badass and still have a heart, you know. Comics!Bruce does. (Most of the time.) And that’s a big part of why I like reading Batman comics so much.

And on that note, the conspicuous lack of Robins in (most) movies is an insult to comic history. Batman’s family-seeking and protect-the-children tendancies make for a much more interesting franchise, honestly. Give us a colorful cast! (Literally!) Give us diversity! Give us more stories with more characters so it has more facets than just “some guy wants to kill people; can’t have that”!)

As a sidenote: what I’ve seen of Gotham, it’s doing a really good job of encapsulating his Heroic Tendencies as well as his “sense of Duty” to Gotham and its people, while keeping him human AND super cool. That’s an important balance.

[fict1onallyobsessed]

HI um I really like ur Rhea Ripley stuff

and like omg 😮‍💨 she’s just out there making us gay but. Anyway. I wondering if you could do a Rhea x fem!reader where the reader like was working out or something and then Rhea gives reader a massage. Maybe a little booty smack too 👀👀👀👀 PLSNDKWKDK IM SO GAY-

Messing Around

Rhea Ripley x Reader

The gym was relatively empty with it being early morning. You preferred to work out early to go to sleep early, but also mainly so you’d avoid old men staring at you while you did your sets.

Rhea decided to join you since she had a day off, and that woman would do anything to spend ever second of her day with you.

With the bar on your shoulders, you exhaled and got ready to squat. Rhea stood behind you, agreeing to spot you but instead stood there knowing you’d be able to do it on your own. Once you started struggling for your last squat, Rhea got closer and tapped your ass a couple of times.

You struggled to keep the playful scoff in, but it oddly motivated you to finish your last squat before you let the bar back onto the stand.

When you turned around, she had a satisfying smirk on her face. One that spoke millions without vocal reassurance. With a raised eyebrow, you watched as she sat down on a bench closest to you.

“Why are you here if your not doing anything.” You laughed, sitting on the floor next to her and taking the bottle of water out of her hands, opening it before taking a sip.

“I’m being productive by looking at you.”

You scoffed at that, giving her the bottle back before standing up again to head to the moving stairs. Rhea obviously followed you, regardless if she actually did the workout or not.

After a while, you decided you’d had enough and you left, sweating while Rhea was perfectly fine. She offered to drive after she saw how much you tried not to limp to her car, laughing behind you and you struggled to walk. Those squats didn’t do anything in your favour.

“Shut up.” You laughed, finally getting into the passengers seat.

The car ride simply consisted of you moaning about how much your body hurt, then again about how much it’ll hurt tomorrow. Rhea had enough at some point because she sighed with a smile and turned her head to you, placing her hand on your thigh gently.

“If I give you a massage, will you shut up?”

You smiled, looking at her lovingly as she looked back onto the road.

“Yes.”

She laughed and continued to drive, squeezing your leg in the process.

The second you got to her apartment, you walked into the bathroom and started a shower, hissing when your biceps burnt as you tried to take off your hoodie.

“Let me help.” Rhea walked in with a sympathetic smile, reaching for the hem of your hoodie before gently prying it off your stiff body. You couldn’t feel how intense you’d done your exercises at when you were doing them, the pain only now hitting you.

You groaned when the cold air hit you, your skin yearning to touch the hot water pouring down towards the floor.

Finally, you walked under the water and the groan that let your lips made Rhea chuckle. You were exactly expecting it, but the feeling of two arms wrapping themselves around your waist was greatly appreciated.

You hummed and leaning against your stronger girlfriend, cherishing her hands moving up and down your arms before moving to your back. Thumbs rubbing gently into your skin just below your neck, you took in the warmth of both the water and her touch before she pulled away, knowing you’d fall asleep standing if she carried on.

With a disapproving sigh, you watched as she took a bit of the shower gel and rubbed it on your back. By the time she washed you and herself, you were basically asleep.

“The sooner we get out of here the sooner you can sleep.” She whispered in your ear, kissing the crook of your neck, watching as you nodded your head tiredly.

She helped you out and you fell straight into bed, not even caring that it was morning. Your head lay deep in the pillows, inhaling Rhea’s scent before feeling the bed moving as she sat next to you.

“Move onto your stomach.” She gently demanded, feeling the bed move even more as she climbed over your to straddle your legs. Her warm hands met your back, softly massaging the knots and twists in your muscles one by one.

It wasn’t long before you fell asleep, the last thing you recalled was her kissing your head and getting leg off your back to lay next to you.

“You’re Godsend, you know.” You whispered lazily into the pillows.

Chuckling, she tapped your ass once more and cuddles close to you, kissing your face as the two of you fell asleep.

THE END

[librarycomic]

Other Ever After: New Queer Fairy Tales by Melanie Gillman. RH Graphic, 2022. 9780593303184. https://www.powells.com/book/-9780593303184?partnerid=34778&p_bt

Many stories in this collection of short works by Gillman started out as 24-hour comics, though they say they broke many of the rules McCloud set out for those. In the first, a young forest ranger confronts a girl eating the King's magic flowers and then confronts the real beast from the forest. In "The Goose Girl," a poor young woman refuses the Princess' proposal because their marriage wouldn't bring her happiness. (It all works out in the end in a way that's unexpected and wonderful.) In fact all of these stories are great. The less I tell you about them the better.

Gillman's beautiful colored pencils add to the sense of innocence and wonder in all of these tales, and make them feel timeless and true.

If you're looking for something else to give a kid who loved Chad Sell's Cardboard Kingdom series, this is it. It's also perfect if you're just looking for a good book of stories to read together, no matter how old you are.

[museumshift]

Museums in Media: Wonder Woman (2017)

When I first saw Wonder Woman in theatres, I immediately balked at Diana's office. Now, I don't work at the Louvre (the museum shown in the movie) so I don't know how they do things, but the following is my breakdown and 'WTF' moments.

Environmentals

The amount of objects she has in her office, so nicely displayed, raises a red flag. The majority of the items seem metallic in nature. The number one cause of metal corrosion is high RH (Relative Humidity). A proper storage facility would be separate from employee offices and have controlled environments. Since it's the Louvre, or a museum of that caliber, I don't think an argument can be made that they don't have enough money, staff, square footage, etc., to properly store their items – especially since they are displayed as they are. Given that it's an office, the temperature and environment would be different to account for human comfort. Unless of course, she's special, and her entire office is climate controlled. Which, I wouldn't want to work in an office like that. It gets cold.

Security

It's uncommon for their to be security cameras in staff offices. Staff common areas, sure, but where you actually have your set-up? Nah. Therefore, I find it odd that she has all these items, and seemingly performs work on them, in her office (I'll get to that later).  

Display

So, from what I can see in this image and the movie clip, she has some swords which look to be propped up and resting on their tip. Shields too, but they look like that are on some type of foam or are mounted (so I'll give it a pass). These swords should be mounted properly and/or stored. Given the age of these swords, their condition, etc., this is the last possible way you want them out. Just no. With that said, it seems that some of the swords are mounted... so I'm unsure why they took to time to mount some but not others.

Object Handling

Regarding the glass negative. Girl, put some fucking gloves on.

Conservation Work

Okay, so I'm looking at all these fancy brushes she has and I'm wondering – Why? Does she not have a conservation lab? Given the money this museum clearly has, it makes no sense from a fiscal and safety standpoint that she would be forced to work in her office. There is a lot that goes into conservation and restoration. Proper ventilation is key. I mean, she is basically immortal but her employers don't know that. She has all these brushes but it looks like nothing else that could be effectively used in that space. I see, what I think, may be a microscope and a magnifying glass. Other than that, I'm clueless as to what she's actually accomplishing in this office. If I squint, I think I can make out a pair of gloves. The only time I actively worked on things in my office was when I was an archivist – primarily paper records. When I did have to work on something such as films, photos, negatives, etc., I always worked in one of one of our labs. Keeping film, photo, negatives, etc., was a big no-no and we couldn't have anything in our office for over a month.

Mission

What's with the skulls?

Okay, I want to know what this museum's mission is. She has a metric fuck ton of shields, armor, swords, etc., yet has the occasional skull. The one on her desk... just casually on her desk, might be the cranium (skull without the mandible) of Australopithecus africanus. I can't be sure as I'm rusty on the subject and it's just in the single shot. Given that these remains (early human ancestors) are usually incomplete, I have to assume it's a replica. No other explanation holds since she just casually has it on her desk. The other two skulls, that are on display as if they are part of the collection, with one looking like it has tassels(?) on it, also has me confused as to what type of museum this is.

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Thank you for joining my inaugural blog post on Museums in Media. I hoped you liked it. I'm trying to keep the language plain so that non-professionals, or those just entering the field, can follow.

I was able to find a link to the beginning of the move which shows this scene. It can be found here.

Is there anything that popped out to you? Let me know!

[bad4amficideas]

hear me out: Earth 1T8 batfam but reader calls them their "little flock of robins" or "birdies". everyone gets soo embarrassed if they get called that in front of villains but like,,, they're not exactly stopping reader. heaven forbid you dont call Jason a "good birdie" after a tough mission cuz he WILL get pouty.

I also firmly believe he'll get a lil petty to whatever batfam also gets called that nickname bcuz he's your first robin. doesnt he take priority w special nicknames like that?

Aaaaaaahhh delighted! >○< this is so fucking cute, headcanon assimilated, like I can see reader doing this when it feels particularly soft and tired!!!!! I nominate you my official Jason content provider, I could sit for hours savoring your Jason hcs (-> me, previously suffering our man didn't have enough camera time). Imagine calling him little wing and him saying he's the only wing you need to fly. (The rest of the family fighting who is the other wing because everyone knows that Jason has a special place in your heart, being that he was the 1st one and he died because you "failed" and such.)

It would be embarrassing, but being important to the Bat that rules Gotham and got the entire Justice League under their finger is no small feat. (suck that superman!, sure you want a nickname too, we know you're listening!) Besides, everyone is dying for Reader's affection, what if they say stop and hurt them? not in this life!

This is even more fun if you are a relatively normal stature woman. All those huge people bending at your feet.

Ohhhhhh, I can also see some Gotham villains taking on personal enemies in the Batfam whom they consider "competition" and using the nickname as contempt and then the typical turn from their part of "jealous I got an endearement term from them???" But also: yes, don't dirty the wonderful nickname that my Bats gave me, pronouncing it with your dirty mouth!!!

Moar lore btw: In this AU, Jason choose Hood name because Robin Hood, as you called him Robin, so he didn't lose the connection (Joker was not RH in this verse… I think XD) So you better not be so cruel as not no to call him that

Jason: Damn be all those replacements-- BUT obviously so many because I'm IRREPLACEABLE, no matter how much you look and try 😤.

I tell you, He is the favorite of Alfred of the robins.

[thisiswhereikeepdcthings]

Where did the RH as Batman's dad thing come from?

You can thank @enchantingruinscandy for that.

It started with this post about Jason calling Wonder Woman mom, and it escalating from there. Basically everyone starts thinking he’s Wonder Woman’s kid, but that throws his age into question, cause son of an Amazon? Who knows how old this guy is. So then maybe some of his goons or some other people start to think that maybe Red Hood is Batman’s dad. It has since snowballed from there and now I have the tag #is red hood batman’s dad on multiple posts on my blog because me and a bunch of other people apparently can’t let this go. It’s such a galaxy brain take on all the bats being related to each other in my mind. This is the sort of cursed crack content I live for.

Please note also that this idea was originally put forward in the tags. This is the sort of thing that resulted in my camera roll being comprised primarily of tag screenshots.