#vee's soapbox

[siltyriver]

this post but it’s Tim and Danny

Tim came across a weird symbol during a case and he’s run into a dead end with it. He’s taken to doodling it as he thinks and one night it gets particularly bad and he’s probably drawn it like a hundred times as he mentally goes over all the details of whatever case he’s working and then BAM there’s a glowing green (Lazarus Pit green, oh shit) swirling vortex and someone, no, something, is crawling out of it and —

“Okay, enough! I’m here!! What the FUCK do you want?”

It’s a… teenager? With glowing green eyes and white hair and he’s… floating? and super hot What the fuck.

Tim: What the fuck.

Danny: No that’s my line. What the fuck. Do you want?

Tim: Uhhh —

Danny, looking around: Wait holy shit is this the Batcave!??

[northsealight]

how do you think Jason (or ak!jason) sees relationships in general? like would he be the type to have one night stands and dip LMFAOAOAO or does he need to be friends with someone first before pursing a romantic relation?? thoughts that bounce in my head :)

YOUR MIND. OHHHH YOUR MIND.

this is a thing I think about. SO MUCH . and im so excited to answer from an analytical AND wishful thinking lens

so. as much as the one night stand Jason imagines are fun to read (and write I bet!) I think any iteration of Jason avoids one night stands because of the THICK thick emotional barriers surrounding him- your honor in every universe he is a ticking time bomb that literally can only be defused over an immense amount of time (im just going to ignore RHATO!Jason because he is not real and quite literally the worst version of him) obviously he gets turned on but like. he doesn't do anything about it.

even making friends is hard because friends require. so so so much energy- I think he's gonna need to know a lot about you before he falls head over heels. being friends and CLOSE friends is like a guarantee before he thinks of you in that way!

but imagine the romance of it all... you getting used to his silence and slowly picking up on his body language- drumming his fingers on a surface means he's anxious, leaning all his weight on one side of his body means he's impatient, so on and SO FORTH! things that you never would have picked up over time if you weren't his friend first!!!

it's so charming how he slowly opens up to you too- one day he's telling you about how he actually sat down to watch that one movie you were raving about three months ago, and while he's talking you're stunned and thinking, 'did I tell him that? when did I tell him that?'

he's making an effort to trust you more as well-(which, in my humble opinion, is the biggest thing to him) he's actively forming plans to see you out in broad daylight, even if it's a ten minute walk with you to the grocery store or something. and maybe it's standing in the produce aisle with you crying with laughter over your dumb Jennifer Coolidge impression or maybe its the stupid fluorescent lights making his head feel foggy; but there is a quiet moment when Jason realizes that he's laid all his cards on the table, bare for you to see.

or something.

[punkfloweranarchy]

Miguel: status report on Miles Morales?

Hobie: target has been taken out

Miguel: very goo-

Hobie: it was a lovely restaurant. candle lit dinner. he proposed at the end of it, my last name is morales now

[siltyriver]

Jumping in here because I know some more lore about this!!

‘Savant Par’ can also be translated from Esperanto (a language used in the episode Public Enemies (s1e15) by the ghost Wulf) which Tucker says is the secret language of the Geeks and he’s partially fluent in it.

It is translated to mean ‘Savior Couple’ (according to Google Translate) but from what I remember from the earlier fandom the translation I saw used was ‘Hero Couple’.

I think it’s cool that the ship name has this kind of double meaning and the Esperanto version is definitely a bit of a nicer spirit than dunking on Danny’s grades (which has always rubbed me the wrong way too, like leave the poor guy alone lol).

I agree with OP that CyperSpace is more fitting (and way cooler) for the ship, but at this point Savant Par is grandfathered in and definitely the most recognizable when searching for the pairing 🤷

hi I love and adore your art and especially the way you draw Danny and Tucker! <3 I’m kinda new to the DP phandom and was wondering if you could explain what the origins of the Savant Par ship name is and what it means?

Oops I tried to answet this and then tumblr ate my response 😭

Anyways Hello!! Thank you and I hope you enjoy your time here. 😊

Savant Par is in reference to their grades/smarts. Savant for Tucker, he's the "tech -savant" of the group and generally pretty smart. Par is for Danny and is taken from "Sub Par" cuz of the whole C Student thing.

Personally, I've never really liked the meaning behind the ship name it seems unnecessarily mean spirited towards Danny and also sort of pits them against each other?? Also their smarts/grades isnt like a defining feature of their relationship either... but Savant Par is distinct and makes it easier to tag and find so 🤷(even if arguably the less common CyberSpace fits them better and is cooler)

[veesoapbox]

I started my little comic, and you can certainly check it out if you like! 

[fangzeronos]

I may have just gone off in an Anti-A//rance post and since nobody reads tags much, I’ll just leave this here. It’s the post immeditely under this one. I put so damn many tags it cut off the last ones which were “Ok I’ll get off my soapbox now” “She deserved way goddamn better everything” and “Fuck Vee El Dee”.

I don’t usually lose my shit like this, but goddamn everything about season 8 pissed me off, and this was the big one that did. The only good thing for Allura was the dress she wore on her date with Lance which was beautiful as hell. Other then that, fuck season 8′s characterization of the best non-Disney Princess in the last 5 years. S8 needed at least 16 episodes, maybe 20 to fix everything that needed it....

Not even tagging this shit

[vroenis]

Notes On A Conditional Form

I need a break from games writing, and I guess playing video games I’m not entirely enjoying. To be fair to the Uncharted series, I was also briefly dipping in and out of Battlefield V and that’s just not been going well for a long time. I’ll just sit quietly and wait for the new maps.

Today’s title is the most obvious and terrible of puns, for which I should be fired. You’re fired from your own journal - pack your shit and get the fuck out, Vee. Fine, I never liked this job anyway. Who am I kidding, I love this job - I’ve been writing consistently again since the 16th of February this year and really enjoying it.

For once I’m going to use something topical as a springboard for today’s discussion, so as I say on Twitter - Saturday is writing day.

The 1975′s new album Notes On A Conditional Form is out now, available on all the usual distribution platforms except for the good one that counts (Bandcamp) so go get it.

I’m just finishing up my first full listen-thru in the studio where I do my writing as I begin typing out this piece - actually Guys has just started up so it’s the final song. It’s the second time I’ve heard this track, the first time was last night when my week ended and I finally got a chance to sit down on the couch in-front of YouTube and the promo was in my recommendations. What an adorable video.

For the duration of this writing session, I’ve queued-up Telefon Tel Aviv because it suits my mood better - NOACF will play after Dreams Are Not Enough and it’ll probably play if I write for long enough.

I joked around on Instagram yesterday that I bought NOACF Friday morning but wouldn’t get a chance to listen to it until today. I could have listened to it during my work day but there’s no way I’d have had my first listen on the shitty UE Booms that have transducers made of stale bread I have at my work-from-home desk, plus I don’t want to have distractions for my first listen - be talking over it while I work and have to stop-start music during teleconferences and video-meetings etc. Friday was a particularly hectic day for me, but even if it wasn’t, the speakers alone are enough of a reason for me to not want to engage in critical listening in my work-space. I can’t use the 535s or 555s even, because constantly swapping from music to teleconference headphones would be a nightmare.

It’s fine - I just have to be patient. At some point you just stop having to listen to everything the minute you get it. Years ago, I absolutely would be slamming tunes as soon as I would download them - or back when we bought CDs from stores, R and I would be in the car, peeling plastic wrap and jamming them into the slot and cruising around having a listen. Even then, tho, I made it a practice of setting aside time for dedicated listening. Music has always been important to me, I don’t know if it’s tied intrinsically to being a musician, I don’t think it is but it could be, hard to tell. For as long as I’ve been recording things onto cassette from the radio and then buying CDs with my own money, I’ve spent time just listening to music - not while reading, not while doing chores or homework or recreational things like building Gundam kits and Lego, play board games or entertaining guests with other people altho it has its place backing all of these things.

I’ve always wanted to spend time having music as the main focus - the specific activity I engaged in.

When I studied Audio Production and Engineering, it was taught as a subject called Active Listening, albeit as a pragmatic subject of analysis both sonically and musically and I still appreciate it being taught this way. It engages students to perceive musical listening as something you should do as a verb the same way that it’s taught in psychology and social studies. While there are some specifics you can probably educate yourself with regards to the physics of audio and music theory, at some point it begins to become about what’s subjectively pleasing to your ear - this much is absolutely also taught - that much about sound is about perception and is subjective, and the industry of music (the actual course is literally called Music Industry: Technical Production) is about honing technical skills and combining them with understanding your own subjective perception and successfully marketing them.

The real art of active listening is simply paying attention - it’s rudimentary - it’s just not being passive. Most folks aren’t participants in their appreciation of music and that’s not a facetious statement - there’s nothing wrong with people who don’t take a greater role in their digest of music in general, it’s perfectly OK because it’s probably not that important to them. The point at which they feel they want more from what they hear is when they need to do something about it, but they don’t owe it to anyone else to do anything before that. You’ll get no soapbox ranting about pop-music from me.

What’s perhaps less OK is if an individual regularly expresses discontent at a generalised lack of quality or availability of good art but does nothing to seek it out. Good art has never been more accessible. “Oh Vee,” I hear you cluck, “Are you here fixin’ to tell me The 1975 is good art? Cos we gonna throw down.” If you disagree then firstly that’s fantastic. I mean, you’re wrong, but I’m happy for you. But also you’re already in a good space to know what you do and don’t like and should already be good and finding good art.

I’m getting distracted again.

As meandering as my writing seems to get, hopefully some of it is still healthily circular in some ways - and coming back to the reasons I’ve stepped back from other platforms and am finding it comforting to write regularly here on tumblr is that observation of the longer form. Here I get to set aside more time and give myself more consideration to a topic. I sit in the studio and get my thoughts out over a few hours, then over the next few days, I revisit and re-read snippets or all of what I’ve read, in part to proof-read and correct it but also to go over the subjects I’ve written about in review. Sometimes reviewing inspires further notes in my phone that may or may not turn into journals in the future, but that doesn’t have to be a thing, I’ve not decided yet, but I’ve long ago abandoned the need for every action to bear fruit; it’s a very capitalist way of thinking, this framing of return on investment, that a thing is only worth doing if it’s profitable in the future. The action often has value then and there, it’s the act of doing it, but there has to be an action beyond just the thought, because if I don’t write it down, I know a day later when I want to summon the thought again because I liked it, it’ll be gone from my brain and I’ll hate myself for not noting it. This is how the brain works - it’s immensely capable and sometimes, when everything is important but there are a lot of things, it can’t keep track of them all so at some point it starts discarding them, especially in the short-term.

I watch a lot of YouTube. I really enjoy Rooster Teeth videos and I’ve had a First subscription for almost two years now. Oddly I still watch almost all their content on YouTube simply because it’s more convenient to do so across all devices,  but the point of having a premium subscription for me is to support them as content creators, not to access content earlier or really to access anything exclusive - I’ll be honest, I’m not watching any exclusives at all and couldn’t tell you what that content is. I’m also super glad that they opened up First access free during Covid, so right now you can sign up for First and watch everything thru their web portal and see all that exclusive stuff plus watch everything early and it won’t cost you anything. Yes - part of the point is the marketing benefit that after Covid, they hope you’ll see that First has economic value for you and that you’ll pay for it afterwards, but they transparently, plainly and frequently acknowledge this in their shows which I suspect is more than other companies are doing.

Outside of Rooster Teeth - which do create a lot of content at 30 minutes and above, often 1 hour shows but often 10 to 15 minute episodes, I still do watch a lot of typical 10 to 20 minute YouTube clips, especially after work. My reasons for watching these are probably similar to a lot of people - after an arduous day of office admin, often it’s easier to watch smaller, more easily digested pieces of media instead of material that takes potentially more psychological commitment. How that commitment takes shape is different for everyone - for some people, heavy narrative is more demanding. For me, if you’ve taken any cues about my tastes, you’ve probably figured it’s a little different.

Some of the short clips I watch are video gamers arsing about being funny; a lot of Funhaus (under Rooster Teeth) falls into this category, but a lot of my watching is comprised of Synth Tubers and musicians. There’s some stuff in the periphery - because of Gavin Free’s adjacency in Rooster Teeth, I might watch the occasional SloMo Guys clip that might appear in my recs, as well as the odd 1975 promo because I’m subbed so their single releases appear in my feed and Dirty Hit and adjacent artists will hit my recs too, so again once in a while I might try them to varying success - I bought half of Wolf Alice’s Visions Of A Life but couldn’t bring myself to pay for the full album. Maybe next time.

YouTube is a bit like the thumb, heart and like. It’s the short-term hit, the low-level engagement for my visual and auditory senses. I’m not knocking it, it’s fine. It’s good. It’s not entirely like but not entirely unlike sugar. Does the analogy carry all the way thru to if I consume too much of it, it’ll give my brain virtual brain diabetus? I’m not entirely sure but it could be worth being cautious of. I don’t think that’s a real thing but one thing I certainly have been missing is real cinema, and the other night I finally turned everything off and put on a bluray I’d bought of a film I’d as yet not seen, and was really glad I did;

I don’t often get to watch films that are for me, as egotistical a statement as that might sound. When J is home, I try not to subject her to my film taste, or at least some of the more rigorous sides of it. There’s a decent amount of crossover in our tastes which is plenty fine for us to share, but for some things I’d wait for her to go to bed or be out or away. I’m not sure how she’d take something like The Favourite, there’s a lot to like about the narrative as a whole, but I certainly can understand how people might not like it.

Nevertheless I adored the film, it’s almost perfect for me with the exception of some of the editing - Yorgos Lanthimos edited it himself, it would seem, so that’s ah... a thing. Anyway, alas were I here to discuss the film because it’s an absolute smashing delight.

I really do miss sitting down and just being able to be immersed in good cinema. It isn’t because I don’t want to, either - it really is because I find it so difficult to find film aligned with my tastes. If you want to know what those tastes are, there’s a page full of it, and yes, David Lynch and Terrence Malick are on it so I’m one of thooose people. Whatever, I so don’t fucken care. I’m not a snob, tho - I’ve talked about it before, can’t be arsed digging thru the journals but they only go as far back as Feb so have at it - but I dug the first John Wick, Michael Bay has his place, I mean, he’s a cock, but I respect and admire the cinemacraft - I totally talked about that (maybe I should go find it). I really *really* love action and stunt-craft a lot - there’s a lot of hard work that goes into that - not just sets and props but personnel, stage-craft, lighting, vis-fx and camera. It’s good industry, it looks great and it’s simply fun to watch.

Anyway.

I have action films on bluray, I just don’t talk about them. Instead I keep a list of my weird shit because they get less attention, less money and I feel like they speak more to my experience and there are fewer things in this life that speak to my experience. The list of video games in the journal before this one speak more to my experience, that’s why there’s a list of them. Uncharted speaks infinitely less to my experience, and that’s probably why I hit it with a stick so much, because dear lord jesus fuck look at how much money it gets, and yet look at how poorly the people who made it are being treated and how much fuck-all is being done about it, so fuck that shit, unite and unionise, and support your fucking indies. I’m getting distracted again... it’s not hard to do at the moment...

A dear friend had a birthday recently and they asked for some music - actually let’s roll back. Once our state went into lock-down and we couldn’t go visit one-another, one of my best friends K and I started talking over video-calls instead of our normal phone-calls. We’d normally speak over the phone because we’d see each other when she’d come over and have dinner with J and I, or we’d all have lunch etc. So me being me, there’s no way I’m going to be happy just using my phone - of-course I can run Zoom from my PC and use my webcam, but run all my audio gear thru my interface - meaning a nice condenser mic instead of a shitty phone or hands free, plus all my synths. This is how our video-calls go - I play music for her while we talk. It’s an absolute blast.

On one particular call, she told me the music I was playing at the time would be really great to help her with the work she was doing (also working from home). I was only just playing a Rhodes patch thru the reverb unit with a massive tail but she did have some decent bluetooth headphones on and it sounded great. That weekend, I spent a couple of hours recording a few pieces of simple music, just one instrument and fx direct - no sequencing, straight into audio - lightly normalised - topped and tailed, encoded to mp3 and sent them to her.

I haven’t had a lot of studio time at all over the last two years - J and I have had a really rough year - not with one another, but challenges that we’ve had to face. If you read back thru the journals, you’ll see another one of those which has further flow-on effects for us that we continue to deal with. That’s life. Both she and I have been dealing with these kinds of challenges for most of our lives from a very young age. Sometimes I spend a bit of time noodling, as J calls it, on a piece of gear here and there, and in the past I’ve taken a few bits of gear out of the studio down into the kitchen and recorded videos for Instagram that have been fun - usually for a weekend or week while she’s been out of state with family.

There’s that thing again with only doing things in short bursts and hopefully I’m able to illustrate this pattern of shortness, of us having to live our lives in short bursts. I’m not going to hook it into the evils of YouTube (I like YouTube and use it) or Spotify (I hate Spotify and don’t use it) - as always, these things seem to follow people’s patterns of behaviour rather than shape it - but there are probably some other evils that have shaped our patterns of behaviour and the consumer services have simply followed. Are we being over-worked and is the quality of our life out of balance? Probably. Are we losing touch with a better sense of engagement with one another, activity, focus and art? Very likely. Do we point a furiously waggling finger at Twitter and Facebook and YouTube and yell BAD and run to the hills to farm organic vegetables and hide from 5G (couldn’t help it) for the rest of our days? Not at all because that’s clearly stupid.

I like Twitter. I really like Twitter. I really like YouTube. I really like the Wire and the accessibility and ease it’s brought about. Just because we haven’t quite figured out how best to utilise it doesn’t mean we have to set it on fire and huddle in the dark. I don’t get that approach - we are astonishingly intelligent beings, yet our reaction to not being able to fully process complex things always seems to be SHUN AND RUN. Don’t credit me with that, I’m sure I read it somewhere - I wish Mamoru Oshii’s external memory (or wherever he shoplifted it from) was a real thing and I could check it (NB: I did exactly that, but couldn’t find anything culturally remarkable enough as a source).

Dedicating time to recording those pieces of music for K was really amazing. I just listened back to them and I’m really happy with how they came out. If you ask nicely I might post one of them up here but you’ll have to ask really nice and understand they’re super ambient so they might put you to sleep but that’s one of the desired effects, I guess. Watching The Favourite was amazing, and I have to try to dig out more cinema to dig into. I’m really hoping Ghost of Tsushima reviews well for PS4 because I’m pretty much sold on it - I’d like a game I can play for long periods rather than short bursts because I value enduring video game experiences that aren’t frustrating. And writing here every week has been the most positive step I’ve taken this year, super beneficial and I hope at some point I can get around to discussing some of the other artefacts of art I keep mentioning in greater detail, or at least more about my engagement with them. That list of films has a lot going on in it as far as how it’s influenced my life. I say that it’s listed in no particular order, but Ishikawa’s Tokyo.Sora remains to this day my most favourite film by a long way, no other film has come close, but there are a lot of films that are almost as special and that leave everything else a long way behind. Most of Lynch’s films are pretty special to me, so too most of Oshii’s, but I’d love to talk about why films like Polgar’s Exit and Fliefauf’s Womb are there for their tone and feel more than their content.

I think that’s coming. For the moment I’m still writing as a capture of my mental state in time. Barely anyone uses the term microblogging in reference to Twitter any more but that’s exactly what it is - it’s a granular timecode of people’s pragmatic and emotional reactions to their experience of life - usually too granular to be useful without strange barely accessible tools to process. For me a return to traditional writing has been both immensely useful and satisfying. I enjoy both cataloguing and documentation, but I also love the mechanical process of such. Sitting down and spending time writing has given me perspective on how and when to use a granular tool like Twitter - even for shitposting - and Instagram too, tho shuttering Instagram is still on the cards - and it’s amplifying every activity I dedicate time to.

More and more I’m getting down on the floor with our dogs and playing with them - I did this anyway but I do it more, to bond with them and enjoy a sense of play and place at their level in pack harmony. There’s nothing overly spiritual and wanky about that, they’re just our dogs and we love them, it’s just about understanding canine behaviour and enjoying it.

This isn’t a puff piece about the perfect life, far from it. I’m not just trying to be positive either. There’s still an immense amount of shit happening around me, never you mind. It’s hard to contextualise everything all at the same time, so don’t be tempted to believe I’m here doing a HASHTAG BLESSED post because you can fuck right off. Go back and look at my taste in films damnit and tell me a positivity-only person digs those films get fucked. You wouldn’t know what we’ve been thru and I wouldn’t know what you’ve been thru either. Let us talk about shit sometimes and don’t do that whataboutism shit. You should be more mature than that. If there’s anything granular media has done it’s make you a lazy thinker so shake yourself out of it. You know better. You *know* you know better. Come on.

I might draw some art for you to steal, come back and insert it but I’m happy with ending here.

[awesome-maco42]

Archives - 459 - World Of DnB Vol.35 Mixed by Maco42 (2016)

Archives - 459 - World Of DnB Vol.35 Mixed by Maco42 (2016)

Tracks

1 Affliction - Foreign Concept & Riya 2 Bounce That - Hamilton 3 Channel Drift - Akkord 4 Copperclock - Kimyan Law 5 Cosmic - Ghost 6 Cut the Midrange - Rido 7 Do Lado De Ca (Dj Roots Rmx) - Chimarruts 8 Esfera (Ft. Damadam) - Theego 9 Get Da Funk - Document One 10 Gloom Body - Memtrix 11 Good Question (feat. Leah Vee) - Maztek 12 Hoxton - Slang Banger 13 Incognito (feat. Jerome Thomas) (Skeptical Remix) - Jubei 14 Kravitz - BassBrothers 15 La Fiesta - Error Feat. Implex 16 Largo Dos Lexes (Division Dub Rmx) - Forfun 17 Let It Burn - The Qemists 18 Let Me Love (Human Factor And Weirdo Remix) - Duda Bueno & Bassick 19 Madalena - Kaleidoscopio 20 Mais Uma Vez Um Amor - Max De Castro 21 Maria Moita - Rosalia De Souza 22 Mile High Club (feat. MC Fava) - Utah Jazz 23 No Discipline - dBridge, Skeptical 24 Roar - Segment, Concept Vision 25 Skeletons (Unreal Remix) - Hybrid Minds 26 Soapbox - Ghost 27 Submarines (Domestic Cold War Edit) - DJ Fresh 28 Take Me Back (Feat. Commix) - NuTone 29 Telescope - Bop & Synkro 30 The Chase - Gancher, Ruin 31 The Immortal - DJ Fresh 32 Unfolding (feat. Laurelle Robichaud) - Etherwood 33 Warrior Sound - The Qemists

enj0y.... https://www.podbean.com/site/EpisodeDownload/PBAE5498GN46U:>

[siltyriver]

one day I will bind the Silt Verses transcripts into my own personal bible that I will then spend my years annotating and marking important passages and the pages will be well worn and the leather will grow soft with age and it will be passed down as a family heirloom or buried with me akin to my grandpa’s coveted scripture set that my uncles and aunts all fought over so fervently when he passed to the point that my grandma ended up sneaking the damned book into his coffin right before it was sealed to prevent a family war

[northsealight]

Hey, when you said RHATO Jason is the worst version on your last ask, were you referring to the first comic, second comic, or the Webtoon? (Honestly annoyed the Webtoon took that name, makes things even more confusing)

I have problems with all 3 (Webtoon most of all for sure, with the second and first switching places behind it based on what characters or plots I’m thinking about tbh), but I was just curious haha

oh. oh. oh you're not ready for this. I've been trying this entire week to find a good time to air out my thoughts:

so! in my opinion (again, this is not shaming anyone for liking what they like! if you happen to like RHATO!jason all the more power to you! dont read this!) all three reiterations of RHATO!Jason .. are not great. the one I think might have potential to be salvaged is the second one with Artemis and bizarro! (although roy harper is in my heart of hearts)

the way Jason is written in rhato... the rhato written by Scott Lobdell anyway, (who is actually a sexual predator and when you start to think even a LITTLE about how the women are written in RHATO makes so much sense) portrays Jason as yet another cookie cutter anti-hero-deadpool-esque personality who's mainly confined by the narrative restraints of his character.

I say this because hes so.... the way he goes about his vigilantism is so .. shallow. It's like the narrative is finding excuses to make him violent so the reader can be stimulated with Michale Bay explosions lol. You hardly see any stories in there where Jason is an actual champion for the people, and you hardly see his background as a street kid come into play... its like... he became... a vigilante because....he knows how the system can fail those... alienated and forgotten by those sworn to protect them... and thus channels his energy into said people through acts of radical protection... (also because the whole bruce thing yeah I know)

I keep thinking about injustice!Jason's monologue where he literally says something along the lines of "while bruce and clark were fighting I fought for the people who were being caught up in the whole thing" like if that doesn't just tell you who he is idk what will! and sure, injustice isn't Jason source material, so look at under the red hood! he literally becomes a drug kingpin TO CONTROL crime ... and then instead of getting these immense shows of care he has for the community in RHATO, we get panels like this:

like ok get it I guess 😭😭😭😭

this is the new and improved Jason!! he's suave.. hes American... he's... just like every other antihero now!!

I don't know how to explain it without sounding like an idiot- best bet is to read the comics yourself to kinda get what im saying! but even rebirth Jason is (kind of) getting what RHATO Jason doesn't-- he's a product of his huge heart. rebirth Jason has countless stories where we see how Jason ACTUALLY operates as red hood, and what his symbol means to the citizens of Gotham!

if you pour too much grit and "edginess" into Jason, then you kind of miss what he's all about- he can still be silly and sarcastic! in fact, one of my favorite Jason moments is from red hood: lost days, a series where he's portrayed as an edgy, "misfit" ruffian:

like. hello this is hilarious. and we can still have moments like these while balancing his emotional range as a vigilante that's motivated by his big fat heart! (ignoring the fact that he slept with Talia in the next issue 😭 Jason fans can't have shit 😭)

but anyway! ill likely add more when I'm not feeling so tired, but god!! is it so hard to show Jason's propensity for kindness!! is it so hard to realize that his character to the core is revolved around a deep understanding for others based on personal experience!!

there's a reason why DC (in the rare moments when they know what to do with his character) always writes stories with Jason consoling children, or Jason being good with kids in dangerous situations!

it's because he's been there before. he's felt the grief and confusion of being helpless in a situation of his control. he's felt the consequences of adults who were supposed to protect and raise him! he's been killed for daring to cling on to the notion of trust even after all he's been through!

and I don't know, I think his dedication to the people, children especially, is his way of forgiving himself- his way of telling little Jason that it wasn't his fault.

[siltyriver]

seeing people worried about tsc and how it's going to be received meanwhile I'm frothing at the mouth at the thought of just being able to have any Jean content like hey besties hope y'all get well soon!

[siltyriver]

ugh can’t stop thinking about how Danny is built like a fucking tank but looks like a biodegradable straw that’ll collapse with so much as a fine mist

like imagine Jason flinging himself at Danny at inopportune times just to watch as everyone tenses and gasps in horror, expecting the poor twig to be crushed, and then Danny just effortlessly catches him without budging an inch or blinking, still mid-conversation and confused by why the person he’s talking to seems suddenly so surprised and then when the person gestures to Jason (lounging smuggly in his boyfriends arms) Danny just blinks like ‘oh when did that happen? hi baby’ and tries to go back to the conversation while everyone is losing their minds

[punkfloweranarchy]

Hobie(/The Gang) & Amusement Parks

Miles loves rollercoasters but Hobie hates them.

Sure, he flings himself around the multiverse with webs all the time and is plenty used to the swooping in his stomach, but he doesn’t like being contained in high velocity capitalistic death traps that are manned by underpaid teenagers with a bunch of screaming people around him that make his senses go haywire. Talk about sensory overload.

He prefers the arcade games and winning dumb prizes that he can give to passing kids who stare at everything longingly (with a short message of anarchy/anti-capitalism to go along with it just to seal the deal of their parent’s warry glances at his spikes and pins).

He likes walking around with his friends and having dumb competitions and eating overpriced foods that he either steals from Miles or cons the workers into giving him for free. (Miles pretends to complain but often buys enough for the two of them to share.)

He never pays for a ticket either, sneaking in and either coloring on the stamp or creating his own entry wristband so he doesn’t get caught.

He looks up the history of each ride and the death counts, if any — but it’s surprisingly more than you’d think, so he can harass his friends and eavesdroppers with gruesome statistics right before they’re about to ride something. (Miles swears he makes some of it up but doesn’t bother fact checking him because he just likes arguing with the punk too much — Pav normally ruins the fun by doing his own research because he refuses to get on a ride where someone got decapitated thank you very much, Hobart, you dirty liar).

He follows Miles to every single ride and waits in line with him just to beg off at the last second before loading and waits for him by the exit so they can laugh at the pictures of everyone screaming afterwards (Miles always times it perfectly so he can do dumb poses that never fail to make Hobie laugh)

Hobie hates rollercoasters, but he sure as hell loves his friends.

[siltyriver]

that one ‘siblings or dating?’ game but it’s literally any of the Wayne’s dating Danny and every single person who tries fails the question bc Danny looks so much like a Wayne and Bruce adopts lookalikes at an alarming rate so of course they’re siblings, right?

[punkfloweranarchy]

Miles didn’t grow up around animals or small children so he just… isn’t comfortable around either. He doesn’t know how to handle them so he tries to keep his distance. Even the friendliest of dogs makes him kind of nervous and all cats love him but they literally have knives on their feet so he doesn’t touch them, thank you very much. One time a cat crawled onto his lap when he was taking a rest on patrol and he literally sat with his entire body clenched for the entire hour it took a nap on him for. (He had to admit the purring was really cute and he started leaving out some food for the local strays after that, but he never gets too close).

Hobie, on the other hand, grew up chasing down the neighborhood dogs and trying to befriend and take home all the stray cats. He also babysat a lot because he was nice and involved in his community and all the moms loved him. Even now, he helps out around with babysitting and taking care of the street animals whenever he can. Kids and animals are just easy to read and understand and they have no concept of what society wants for them, they’re just purely themselves and Hobie digs it.

When Hobie finds out about Miles’ aversion to kids and animals, he makes it his personal mission to change his mind. He offers to babysit Mayday any chance he gets and always ropes Miles into helping. He teaches him how to hold a child properly and the tips and tricks to help understand them and their needs. (“They’re just little people, Miles. Nothing too complicated about it, really.” “Hobie. They shit their pants and eat their boogers and cry for no reason and are so fragile they shouldn’t even be able to survive. Babies are complicated as hell.” “You saying you’re scared of a bit of boogers, love?” “Fuck you.”) He slowly gets better and more confident and Hobie melts every time he sees Miles relaxed and in his element, just holding Mayday and explaining what he’s doing when he’s cooking or cleaning or just walking around the house and holding her up to see all the places she can’t because he saw people doing it for their cats on the internet (“Hobie, she’s never seen above the fridge!” “Miles, love, she literally crawls on the ceiling, I think she’s seen it all.” “Yeah well, she’s never seen it right side up, so suck it.”)

Animals are a bit harder for Hobie to introduce Miles to but he says screw it and decides to adopt a stray cat that he names Miss Anarchy and carts her around with him wherever he goes. The first time Miles sees her perched on Hobie’s shoulder he practically flings himself across the room and refuses to get closer than 5 feet (“They can leap, Hobie! No way am I getting in the blood circle.” “Miles, Miss Anarchy is not going to leap at you claws out. She is a sweetheart and a pacifist.” “… You named your stray cat Anarchy? Why am I not surprised.” “Well, she’s not really a stray anymore, is she?” “You’re impossible.”) Hobie conveniently forgets to tell Miles that Anarchy was declawed until she finally catches the nervous boy off guard and lays directly on his chest and starts making biscuits (“Hobie. Hobie help. Your little monster is… wait. Where are her claws?” “She don’t have any.” Miles is outraged on her behalf. So maybe he’s been doing some research about cats in his spare time and came across an article about declawing. Sue him. “Hobie, we have to find her previous owners and avenge her.” “Now you’re speaking my language, love.”) Miles ends up befriending Miss Anarchy and slowly gets more comfortable with the idea of other animals.

Hobie is fucking proud.

[punkfloweranarchy]

Hobie and Miles on a mission/fighting a baddie together. Shit goes wrong. Really, really wrong. Like, building collapses on top of them and there’s no way out kind of wrong.

And, of course, Miles is impaled on some rebarb or something; bleeding out slowly but also way too fast, with Hobie pinned on top of him (with a few cracked ribs and other various injuries of his own, of course) and very little wiggle room to work with.

They think they’re going to die there, trapped and bruised and bleeding, but hey — at least they’re together.

And, of course, Miles thinks this is the best time to confess all the feelings he’s been bottling up for the past couple years and Hobie has to lay there and listen to Miles wax poetry about him in the round about way he’s so good at, avoiding the three words Hobie most desperately wants needs hopes to hear; all the while coughing up blood and wheezing for breath and Hobie is sure that his heart tearing itself to shreds is going to kill him before his injuries or the lack of oxygen will because this can’t be happening. They’ve wasted so much time waiting for the right moment and pushing down their feelings when they could have been happy and together the whole damn time and it’s too much for Hobie to comprehend.

So he almost refuses to confess himself. He almost convinces himself that, yet again, now is not the time. That as soon as they get out, when they’re healed up and away from this nightmare, then he’ll tell Miles how much he’s loved him for the past two years and they’ll get their time to be happy and in love and together.

But Miles is fading, his breaths becoming more shallow with every passing moment and Hobie knows they’re out of time. There will be no ‘later’. He only has now. And he refuses to spend their last moments with the words lingering heavy at the back of his throat, choking him. So he lets them out, finally. And finally, he can breathe for the first time in two years.

“I love you, Miles.” His voice is wrecked and his throat is so so tight with the repressed ache to sob or scream or choke or or or…

Miles smiles: beautiful, brilliant, heart-wrenchingly happy. It fills Hobie up with such a violent vortex of emotions he feels like the one who’s bleeding out, guts and heart so raw and exposed he can barely breathe.

“I love you too, Hobie. Thank you.”

Hobie sputters out a laugh because of course Miles would be the type to say ‘thank you’ after a love confession. The laugh turns into a breaking sob when he realizes again where they are and what Miles is really thanking him for: not waiting, not letting him go without saying it. For making his last moments ones filled with love and tenderness. Hobie wants to scream at the unfairness of it all. He wants something tangible to fight, to blame, to make feel all the pain that he’s feeling right now.

But all he can do is hold Miles and tell him over and over again how much he loves him so Miles doesn’t have to spend a second longer wondering.