#there is just barely any Deaf batman content and i Want There To Be

[batboycentral]

may be a long shot but are there any d/Deaf or HoH that would like to beta a batfamily/batman fic that features Deaf/HoH characters?? pls feel free to dm on here or discord :)

[3mcwriting]

I'm Going To See Her Again

Trigger Warnings: reader death, implied su!cide, depression, and a really sad Bucky Barnes

If any of that triggers you, do not continue.

The mission was simple. Get in. Clear the dozen agents from the base. Get out.

Only, the intel was wrong.

There wasn't a dozen soldiers.

There were fifty.

"Bucky, duck!" you called out, panic lacing your voice.

Bucky did as he was told, allowing you to raise your gun and shoot��the man. He stood up straight, throwing you a small smile to which you just grinned back. The smile didn't last long as he watched your lips twist into an "O", surprise blooming across your face. He watched as the blue of your uniform darkened, a blossoming cloud of blood seeping through the material.

It wasn't long before your eyes gave out, Bucky reacting just in time to catch you before your body hit the ground.

Your eyes started to flutter, getting harder and harder to keep open. 

"Hey, doll, keep your eyes open. You hear me?" Desperation clawed it's way through Bucky and all he could think was how much he wanted for it to be another prank you pulled on him. For your eyes to pop open, full of mischief and good humor as you laughed at how he feel for another one of your jokes. But it was plain to him that you would never pull such a cruel prank. "Keep your eyes open."

Instead, your eyes barely managed to stay open as you rasped out, "Well, damn, Barnes. You really know how to get a girl to fall for you." Shooting him a good humored grin that was quickly gone as you winced.

"Hey, there's help coming." He pressed the emergency button on his belt again, praying that anybody would arrive. "Keep those gorgeous eyes open."

"Bucky," your soft voice caught his attention, it was far too content for the situation. "I just want you to know that you have been the kindest, most amazing friend anyone could ever have. I've been so, so, lucky to have you in my life."

Tears began to fall from his eyes, knowing exactly why you were telling him those things.

Please don't go.

You continued, managing to squeeze his hand weakly as your voice steadily got quieter. "I want you to always remember that no matter what happens, I will always love you. You always have been, and always will be, the most wonderful person in this world."

"Oh, doll, I love you too," he choked out, not ready for you to leave. "But I'm the one who's lucky to have you in my life. Please don't leave? Please?"

His begging fell on deaf ears, your final breath leaving your body.

Bucky sobbed, voice strangled as he cried to the universe. "I have no one but you."

And now you're gone.

~~

Those beautiful eyes that haunted every dream and every waking moment of his miserable life. The mischievous grin you always had after tying his hair in those little rubber bands, or sticking magnets to his arm with little notes full of compliments.

He didn't understand how you could be gone. Had he not lost enough already? Now he had to lose the one person who had always chosen to stick with him.

The person who convinced him to dress up as Batman when she dressed up as Wonder Woman and the one who would shove candy bags in his hoodies when she introduced him to modern movie theaters because she always wanted her favorite candies.

The person with the biggest heart in the world.

Only that heart stopped beating.

Why?

Why was it happening?

He would never again be able to sit with you, your head resting on his chest as you showed him all your favorite movies.

No matter what, you had always been there for him.

At Steve's funeral when you held his hand as the casket get lowered into the ground. After, when you held him all night long, your nimble fingers dancing though his hair as he sobbed over losing yet another person he loved.

Before that, when you had gone to a coffee shop and a man was calling him a murderer and a disgrace to America.

You had marched right up to him, entirely fearless. "He's done more for this country and it's people than you ever will. He's suffered through more shit then anyone. And he still has the courage and the kindness to go back on missions and make this world a better place. So what the fuck have you been doing? Sitting on your ass and insulting a war hero? Get off your lazy bum and go do something useful for a change!"

The man had scurried away from you and your deathly glare.

When he'd thanked you and told you that you didn't have to do that because what he had said was true, you fixed him with a serious look.

"What he said is not true, I will continue defending you because you deserve it. And you better not ever tell me you're a bad person because you are the kind of person I aspire to be."

Those words giving him a small sense of pride because you, this wonderful person, looked up to him. Him- James Buchanan Barnes, the "Winter Soldier"

All the uncountable times you were there for him, never asking anything of him except friendship.

Bucky looked at the blank paper on his desk, mind made up as he grabbed a pen and began writing.

~~

2 hours later in the kitchen of the Avengers compound

"Oh, Buck, what did you do?" Sam asked as he read the note.

"Hey guys, I know this will be hard on some of you and I'm sorry for that.

You may not understand why I did what I did, but just know I'm at peace.

I'm going to see her again."

[prettyboychik]

Oof that's rough, I hope people get better at tagging spoilers!

I think not adding any general disability tags (like "#cripplepunk" or "#Deaf") would be the bare minimum, because then it won't show up in disability tags at all. The disability tags on Tumblr are used for finding community, and it can be hard to do that when every other post is a fanfiction written by someone who doesn't even have the disability they are writing about. Coming up with tags people can use to filter out fanfic would still cause a lot of the same problems we are having now: most of us don't want fanfiction in the tags we use to talk about our real actual lives, people would forget to tag their fic with the tags that make it easier to filter, there would likely be a ton of variations on that tag, and disabled people would have to figure out what we're even supposed to be filtering (including the variations) and then go filter it in order to access our own community. It's really a lot simpler and painless for everyone if the fanfiction was just kept specifically to fanfiction spaces, and not cross tagged into general disability tags. All the fanfic authors have to do is not tag their work with general disability tags (like #disabled or #autism or #wheelchair or #stutter), and disabled people don't have to worry about additional issues accessing our own communities.

(I'm not really in to any fandom stuff, so the following are just suggestions I've seen from the comments of the post. I don't really care how things are tagged, as long as they aren't tagged in a way that clutters up all the disability tags.)

There's definitely value for a lot of people in being able to see themselves represented in media. Tagging fic with disabled characters as something like "#disabled character" or "#Blind character" in general could be a way of helping people find that content without it showing up in general disability tags. Specifically naming the character in the tags (like "#autistic batman" or "#wheelchair user Sherlock Holmes") could help people find it for a specific character. Tagging that kind of stuff would also allow it to be filtered out by people who are looking to read fanfiction but who don't want to read fics where the characters have disabilities for whatever reason.

hi if you post fanfiction or reader x character fanfiction in disability tags or cripplepunk tags, I wish you a very please fucking stop.

I am trying find community for my disabilities, tips to manage them, not you putting your Blorbos in Situations. can't filter out every single pairing every single "x reader" for every fandom and cant block everyone. (believe me. have fucking tried. blocking common tags isn't working either).

I am not only person annoyed/frustrated by this. if you do this during disability pride month I am rolling over your toes in my wheelchair then backing up to roll over them again.

[hotdadslade]

Pennyworth Impressions

So I have seen more or less nothing about Pennyworth, and it’s little wonder why. It was released episodically on a channel/streaming platform no one I’d spoken to had ever heard of, with zero fanfare, and what marketing there was seemed to exclusively focus around ‘it’s about Batman’s Butler’.

So, first things first: Pennyworth is an alt history story with a young Alfred Pennyworth as the main character. That ‘alt history’ bit is important, but is in absolutely NONE of the promotional material I saw. Specifically, the story takes place in probably-the-60s, only it’s a vaguely dystopian world: people are executed publicly, there’s bodies in gibbets hanging around London, etcetc. I’ve seen a lot of people saying they’re not interested because... well, what’s so interesting about this kind of prequel? You already know what’s going to happen.

The actual plot is only barely about how Alfred meets the Waynes. The real plot is about political squabbling between two groups, the Raven Society and the No Name League, who are both secret societies which later become political parties, and they’re pushing England towards a full on civil war. Alfred gets involved on both sides, things get fucky, you know the deal.

That said, I’ve got four big points about the show for anyone interested so far.

One: This show is VERY gory. Not as bad as Swamp thing (which was some top-class body horror), but we’ve got torture, mutilation, heads blown off, etc... All shown with some pretty extreme detail. It is downright gratuitous at times and as someone who’s not a huge fan of gore I had to look away quite a bit. There’s also at least one rape, lots of animal dismemberment, cannibalism... You name it. If you have any sort of content you’re worried about, it’s probably in there.

Two: This show does nothing with the DC license, and seems to actively be made worse by it. The only named characters from the comics are Alfred, Martha, and Thomas. You’ll spend more time wondering how things connect to the characters they’re named after then making any actual connections, such as the reveal that Thomas Wayne has a sister and that he works for the CIA. Nothing really connects back and this would honestly have been a better story if it was just billed as a standard alt history political drama, because then I wouldn’t have spent all my time wondering wtf is going on.

Three: This show is, in theory, a political drama. That’s what it’s trying to be. However it has almost nothing to say about politics and the way it portrays politics is a bit... tone deaf. The fact that one side is described repeatedly (even by their own people) as fascists who are willing to engage in everything up to and including assassination and suicide bombing while the other side are socialists who... might be willing to kill a mass murderer - but are depicted as being on the same level is kind of surreal. All the sides are terrible yet the impression I got while watching is that we’re supposed to be cheering for the old guard (the Queen and Prime Minister) who are also terrible.

For a show almost entirely about two secret societies with opposing political views, the show doesn’t say anything about them, and keeping them all straight is... difficult. Alfred himself is almost staunchly apolitical, refusing to take sides, but considering one side is running around with women’s heads in jars while the other side is guilty of... trying to stop the other side... it kind of falls into the ‘not making a choice is a choice in itself’ category.

Four: The show has no idea what it’s doing.

There’s no nice way to say this, so I’ll be direct. There is a plot. There’s a story here. But that story is wandering and meandering in the most bizarre way. The first episode is astounding. Great character moments, fantastic world building, and it works almost as a standalone movie in its own right.

But every episode after that the plot gets more and more muddled. The characters wander around doing their own thing and only really come together at the end. A character who we should absolutely hate because he’s a complete fucking monster gets a multi-episode recovery arc to make him sympathetic, only for him to toss it away at the last minute.

The best example I can think of this comes midway through the series, and I’m going to go right on ahead and spoil it so I’ll drop it under the cut.

Midway through the season, Thomas needs to go out and do something to keep the show’s main plot going on. However, his drug addict sister, Patricia, has shown up at his hotel room, and he needs to make sure someone keeps an eye on her while he’s gone. He gets Martha to do this. Martha, for some reason I do not understand in the slightest, both says yes and then immediately agrees to go to a party with Patricia.

They then attend a bizarre party at the satanist Aleister Crowley’s house. It is vaguely implied that Martha might have been drugged, but left unclear. The party devolves into an orgy, and Martha repeatedly attempts to leave only to find herself back in the main room. The last time she does this she returns to find the room silent, with everyone staring at her, and she carefully walks across the room to be faced with the devil, featuring a goat head and six creepy eyes.

The scene cuts and we go back to Alfred’s stuff which seems absolutely inconsequential in the face of this bizarre reveal in what should be the B plot.We don’t pick this plot thread up again until the end of the episode, when Martha wakes up completely naked in a field.

The next episode establishes that Patricia has not come back, and that Martha has been missing for three whole days. Martha and Thomas investigate, find Patricia happy and healthy with Crowley, and Crowley is VERY intent on making it clear that no, he’s legitimate, he actually works for the devil. Thomas calls his bluff, insisting on negotiating, and is shown a piece of satanic ritual pornography featuring his sister, which mind controls him into attempting to murder Crowley’s assistant. He’s traumatized and more or less flees the building. At this point, Martha strongly implies that something terrible happened, and it is strongly implied she was raped by the devil and may or may not be pregnant or changed by this in some way.

This plot arc is then completely forgotten and effectively never brought up again.

It is so completely out there that my head was actually spinning by the end of the episode, because Pennyworth just established that the devil is real and may have raped Martha and then does absolutely nothing with it. It almost completely forgets about it, and I can’t even remember Patricia coming up again after that point. It was so bizarrely out of place that going back to it’s usual thriller political drama stuff felt completely wrong. If this was supposed to be a season two tie-in, they did a terrible job of it, because all I could think watching the last few episodes were ‘why do I care about this when the devil’s running around London’.

Overall, Pennyworth was a show with no clear direction and no idea of what it wanted to be. It didn’t use it’s license, it overly relied on shock value, and while there was some fantastic acting, it didn’t save the fact that the plot was all over the damned place. While it had some fun moments, I’d say most of those moments were at the very start and the very end. If you’re interested, I’d say the first three episodes (available for free on amazon) are pretty enjoyable as a standalone set, but I wouldn’t bother with the rest. If it gets a S2 (which so far seems unlikely), I’m not even sure I’ll go back to it.

[hannah-deserved-better]

Bunker Pack Chapter Two

Dean knew that the apocalypse world was just like their own, but it came as a surprise every time he was confronted with a long lost friend he'd thought he'd never see again. Bobby, Kevin, Charlie, and now Jo? But this wasn't the Jo Harvelle he had known so many years ago. This woman, like Charlie, had been changed by the hardships that she'd endured in her world. The way she looked, the way she carried herself, told him that she'd seen some unspeakable horrors in her lifetime. Charlie had brought Sam and her team up to speed on Michael's plans. Clearly, she was the leader of the four women, and they looked to her as a source of strength. As the large group of them sat together around the conference table, Charlie sat at the head of the table. "I think we should break up into teams," she was saying as Jo sat to her right and Dean sat to her left. "Jo here is the expert on weapons, specifically, angel killing weapons." "What sort of angel killing weapons?" Castiel asked, glancing over at Jo with slight concern. "All sorts," Jo replied with a smirk. Dean watched her as she stood up. She wore khaki green trousers and a black tank top; her wavy blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. Dean remained silent, but he couldn't help letting his eyes roam over her bare shoulders and pale skin. She was skinny, alarmingly skinny, her skin hugged her bones, and Dean could make out a few old scars on her upper arms. Dean must have let his eyes linger too long because she fixed him with a sharp glare before turning to retrieve a duffel bag that had been resting on the floor behind her. She placed the bag on the table and started unloading its contents. Dean's eyes widened as she began unloading what seemed like an endless array of assault rifles, bullets, handguns, knives of almost every shape and size, large bottles of holy oil, and piles of grenades. "Damn," Dean muttered as he glossed over the pile of weapons. He glanced at Sam who seemed equally disturbed by the stockpile. "So uh, these all kill angels?" Sam asked as he grabbed a knife, looking it over carefully. "Because we've found that the usual thing doesn't really affect angels." "These will," Hannah pointed out. "I assisted in their creation." Castiel glanced at her, no doubt disturbed by the enthusiasm she seemed to harbor towards killing her own kind. "Every bullet and every knife is coated with a special poison," Jo explained. "Holy oil mixed with a special blend of frankincense and myrrh blend which we discovered angels don't have much of a tolerance for." "Well in this world, you won't necessarily be killing angels," Sam pointed out. "A lot of them we've met have been dicks, sure, but not all of them." "I don't usually stop to ask questions," Jo pointed out with a sneer. "If it has wings I kill it." Dean winced at the hatred etched in her expression as she said that. It was clear that the women at the table, even the angel woman, seemed to harbor nothing but hatred for angels. Dean felt more than a little uncomfortable for Castiel, who looked equally disturbed by this. "I have not heard of myrrh and frankincense having any effect on angels," Castiel pointed out as he examined the arsenal. "Fine then, go ahead and test it on yourself," Jo said hotly, sneering at Castiel with pure venom in her eyes. Castiel shrunk back a little, holding up his hands. "Alright house rules," Dean began. "No one ganks angels unless you are sure they are working for Michael, got it? And no one ganks that angel," he gestured to Castiel. Hannah only looked away, not saying anything, while Jo merely rolled her eyes and sat back down. "Okay everyone, calm down," Charlie's confident voice brought everyone's attention back to her. "We're supposed to be planning, right? Dean, we don't know about your world, and you don't know about ours, so we're all going to have to fill one another in." Dean glanced at the brunette sitting in between Jo and Hannah who hadn't spoken at all yet. Dean remembered Eileen from a year ago when she'd worked with them, and he knew Sam had kept in touch with her up until her death, but he never really got to know her that well, and he had no idea what to make of this Eileen, other than she seemed to be the more reserved of the bunch. "So what's your specialty, sweetheart?" Dean asked, talking slowly as he remembered that although Eileen was deaf, she could read lips. "I fix things," she explained. "And I'm good with technology. And I'm probably the only hunter left on our earth that actually hunts monsters." "She rigged a few computers and cell phones for us since the angels destroyed Earth's wifi capabilities," Charlie explained. "She figured out how to hack into the abandoned satellites in orbit." "What do you mean actual monsters?" Sam asked curiously. Eileen shrugged. "You know, ghosts, vamps, things like that," she explained as if Sam should have known. "With everyone focused on angels, they forget that those things still exist. Ghosts especially considering they sort of out number humans these days." "Good point," Sam said with a slight grin. "Eileen was solitary before hooking up with us," Charlie explained. "She was orphaned long before the apocalypse broke out." "Alright," Dean said, slapping his hands together purposefully as he glanced around the table. He felt like he was at some kind of office board meeting and he was starting to get a little bored. "Who's ready for some action?" He eyed a few of Jo's weapons, spotting a few blades and an assault rifle. "This is serious, Dean," Sam warned. He turned to Charlie. "What do you need from us, Charlie?" "Well I think we should work in groups," Charlie responded. "Eileen, I think you should help Sam find all the bunkers." "I already tracked down a few," Sam said. "But it would be hard because they are scattered all over the world. I mean it's not like we can go check out each one of them." "Well we have bunkers in our world," Eileen explained, signing with her hands as she spoke. "Men of letters bunkers. They're all abandoned since there aren't any more men of letters, but I was exploring an old one, and I discovered they all have a little trick." "Trick?" Dean raised a brow. "What sort of trick?" "In the garage, a few of the car stalls are rigged with some kind of teleportation device. It's inside the concrete floor." Eileen spoke slowly. "It's linked to all the other men of letters bunkers in the world." "Our own teleporter," Dean looked at Sam and grinned. "Who knew? See Sam; I told you I was Batman." "How do these transporters work?" Sam asked, focusing on Eileen. Dean recognized his interest; Sam was apparently impressed with Eileen's men of letters knowledge, even if it was just in her world. "I haven't managed to figure it out yet," Eileen explained. "I haven't been in many bunkers, but I read about them. I think it has something to do with a demon and an angel's ability to teleport." "Anyway, I want you two to find all the bunkers and set of defenses in each of them, they'll be our bases," Charlie explained. "Oh and rig them up the best you can, I want to know the minute Michael is in this world." "I have a few tricks," Eileen said confidently. Castiel spoke up. "I would like to find Gabriel," he offered. "Cas, Gabriel doesn't want to be found," Sam explained. "If he did, he never would have left." "I believe his captivity has… what's the word… spoked him. I believe I can convince him and I think I know of some places I can look for him." "Hannah, go with him," Charlie instructed, and Hannah visibly tensed, looking at Charlie with alarm and fear in her eyes. Dean frowned. The angel woman seemed mortified at the prospect of going anywhere with Castiel. "Sorry, Hannah, but we all have to do this," Charlie said, sympathetically. Castiel seemed upset at Hannah's reaction to working with him but said nothing for it. Both angels seemed uncomfortable with one another. Dean wondered what might have happened to Hannah to make her so terrified. "I cannot fly," Hannah said softly, looking at Castiel for only a second before quickly turning away. "My wings are broken." "I have a vehicle," Castiel pointed out. "We will find him." Hannah only nodded, carefully avoiding eye contact with him. Dean glanced at Jo and gave her a wink. "Guess I'm working with you, baby," he said with a teasing smirk. She raised a brow at him for his boldness. "Call me baby again, and I'll show you work," she warned before looking at Charlie. "What do you have for me?" "Rig some weapons and get some supplies," Charlie ordered. "We'll need lots of it. Take charge of the defenses of every bunker. Teach Dean some of those angel killing moves." "I've ganked a few angels in my time," Dean pointed out. "This isn't my first dance." "Yeah well my weapons are special," Jo pointed out. "I know how to rig them up." "Okay I think everyone should coordinate with each other," Charlie said. "Sam and Eileen with the bunkers, Dean and Jo on weapons, Castiel and Hannah on finding the archangel, and me on raising an army. Let's focus on the mission and win this war." That was the one thing they could all agree with. Dean shuddered at the thought of this world turning into the desolate wasteland that he had seen when he was in their world. He felt conflicted about working with Jo. Although he couldn't help a little flirtatious teasing, he fully intended to take her seriously. He owed her that much, after all. He still blamed himself for her death at the hands of hellhounds, and he also knew that he was partly to blame for the life this Jo had to endure. After all, it was his mother who said no to Azazel in their world, thus preventing his and Sam's birth, and they were unable to stop this. Somehow, that made it their fault. He needed to make it right for her. "What about you, Charlie?" Eileen asked curiously. "What will you be doing?" Charlie turned to Dean. "I'm assuming you have some sort of hunter's network here?" she asked. Dean nodded. "Well, I'll get in touch with them. We need an army." Everyone seemed clear on their orders. Dean was impressed by this new take charge, Charlie. She knew how to rally the troops, and it was clear from Jo, Eileen, and Hannah's actions, that they all looked up to her, as they obeyed her orders without question, no matter how they might be bothered by who they were working with. "Check back here in a few days," she instructed as the group dispersed to carry out their orders.