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DP x DC Prompt #52

Bruce had a younger brother. Danny, he had been called. He had been a surprise baby. Born a little under 8 years from Bruce. He hadn't known how to be a big brother, at first. But he loved Danny. More than anything.

It was why he left. To become Batman. He left Danny behind so he could train to be a hero. For Gotham, for their parents, for Danny.

He didn't know he'd be returning to an empty manor, or else he'd never have left.

[cacw]

please forgive her for just standing around all the time its not like she has much else to do anymore

[allo-frouto]

My balls are so full of cum

Release it.

[mercuriedad]

Tone-Deaf - 2019  Explanation/Review!

So, I’m going to make a series where I review movies that I watched to learn more about different concepts. This one was just, irritiating more than a slow movie. 

(There can be grammar mistakes, since I am writing this from an old keyboard, very old, mind you, but it still works thanks to me.)

Warnings: Dead humans, Spoilers, suicide, sexual themes, a karen main character, and a onesie wearing killer who hates the younger generation, and older generation, stalking, mentions of gore, drug use.

Explanation:

So, for short, our main character is a young woman that lost his father by suicide, she loves to play piano but she sucks, but people say nice things to her even if it sounds bad. On the other hand, we have our second main character Harvey, he lost his wife by suicide, and his wife played piano as well. Olive (our main character.) decides to broke up with her boyfriend, then her annoying boss fires her. All of these happens very quickly, and she finds herself talking about it to her best friend, Lenore, which she says that she should treat herself and rent a house, stay there, off the phone, off the men, and even without wanting to, Olive listens.

Harvey, stays with his very old house keeper, Agnes. She clearly cares for Harvey, and his son thinks that he has dementia. (Which sounds reasonable considering that he is very old but without medical knowledge, no one can be sure.) He totally hates millennials, and he founds himself lost after everything he had done in his life. He wants things to change, so he decides to kill people, saying that he done everything but never killed anybody. Olive being his target, Agnes becomes his target as well, and the killing spree starts when Olive comes to the house and give alot of money to Harvey. Olive, geniuenly hates it, hates the house, get’s scared by Agnes, doesn’t trust Harvey, house being too big to get lost on, everything is boring to her. She still uses her phone as to get dates again, but all of them are old man that Olive isn’t interested in, expect one person, so she chooses that.

Harvey, in a rage, ties Agnes down after talking about his true feelings a little bit, and Agnes tries to reason with him by talking to him, that doesn’t work on him, of course.  Through out the film, you see both characters struggle. Olive trying to connect to her mother, by talking about piano’s and her father, while Harvey finds himself all alone after killing Agnes, (Stabbing her to be exact.)  having constant nightmares about two gender natural humans, sometimes three, male babies appear, it’s all chaos and misery for him. Both of them shows their struggle by pushing people out, or trying to connect to other things, hating and sarcasm on top of non-stop explanation as to why they feel this way mostly giving not much information about it. After killing Agnes, Harvey decides to kill Olive too, but he fails at it, putting a spider in her contact lenses case, then mostly stalking her.  He saves her by a local serial killer who kidnapped a girl, which was the date that she had choosen before. Thanks to him stalking her in a bar, he learned the guy is probably the killer, giving that he tried to drug her while Olive left for the bathroom. Harvey, of course, observes. After Olive leaves the guy at the bar, phone number exchanged, the guy walks out too. Harvey follows him. Second victim being the local killer, he founds the missing girl in the bathroom, eyes and mouth sewed, hands tied, so he kills her too out of mercy. The movie slowly goes to the end while Olive is heavly injured thanks to Harvey’s traps, he tries to explain to her that millennials suck, how his wife suicided, how she played the piano beautifully, while Olive gives the cold shoulder, still not wanting to die, in Harvey’s dead wife’s dress. He wants her to play the piano, which she does, and she plays so bad that Harvey screams her to stop, hitting the piano until it gets broken by him.  Olive never heard of someone saying that she played the piano bad, expect on a asit trip where her father mentions how she plays the piano horribly. She roasts Harvey, taking her time until her mother comes to save her. Mother comes, shoots Harvey while he’s in is onesies, accidently shoots Olive, and the movie ends with her having fun on a grass where she’s hanging out with her mother. Oh, Harvey, by the way, has a son, that is gay, and you see him several times through out the movie, scaring Olive accidently or her mother. (This character becomes important later on.) Harvey, kills  five people, there are kills that I didn’t mention for the sake of keeping this short. 

Review: 

You can’t connect with Olive at all, being that she’s a very cold character that mostly doesn’t care, either replies with sarcasm or something that probably would flip anyone out. She’s rude, she has short temper, she’s struggling, but you slowly end of the line accept her as she is, maybe the movie itself trying to push you into that idea, but mostly it let’s you choose which side you’re on. The actress (Amanda Crew) played her beautifully, showing how much of a character that can annoy, at the same time make you feel bad.  Her best friend is that one best friend, who thinks that you are always low on sugar and try to coat it with, “Oh you need to drink/travel/do activities that you don’t want to do!” and that’s totally fine. You like the way she roasts time to time, but other than that, empty character with plot filling. Agnes, the house keeper. The movie doesn’t talk much about her, not giving much information as well as who she is, but the movie doesn’t give you any chance to connect to her, getting killed off by Harvey because she pushed his limits by her words. I’m shocked that she was killed off like she didn’t matter at all, aren’t you a house keeper? Shouldn’t you be important at all? What a loss. Olive’s mother is a very questionable character to me. She doesn’t empathy with her daughter at all, lying to her about liking her piano, and not giving a thing about anyones buisness. Didn’t thought that she would be important but she is. (What a suprise.) Untill the end, I didn’t think much of her, but after the ending I thought that Olive finally got the connection she wanted by her mother, a good ending if you can call that... Harvey, is our second main character, played by Robert Patrick. (Don’t look at me I see you there.) Harvey, struggles the same as Olive, but he approaches it diffrently- He doesn’t run away or find another thing to keep him on his feet like Olive did, but he chooses to kill people by his own choice. You don’t connect to him, but to me, I was at lost when I saw the ending, it was too weird, too of for me, but the whole time he was in a onesie, I couldn’t stop myself but chuckle. Sorry movie, I couldn’t take it that seriously when I saw Robert in a onesie going on a killing spree. He struggles because of his dead wife, he struggles because his son is gay, and he hates millennials because they don’t work hard for things like he did in his generation. He explains this alot through out the movie, I even lost some of my liquid while listening to him, I don’t understand generation seperation, sorry not sorry. When Harvey dies, a screen comes to his son who holds a man’s hand, his boyfriend I assumed, and they walk away with sad mourningfull faces. He doesn’t give much as the other characters didn’t, but he was a important character thanks to Harvey’s weird dreams. I couldn’t realise untill I saw that part, that, how Harvey only wanted a son that loved females, atleast the movie indicated that or my programing doesn’t function properly, or how he couldn’t bare a child like himself, after all, he hated millennials, and no one tried to help him other than Agnes. This movie got 4,0 from IMDB, which isn’t shocking to me. You cannot connect with characters, it has brutal kills so that’s a point, the plot is weird, horror parts were done beautifully, make up and clothing department is on the point, and cars. I don’t need to say more, just cars. My number would be the same as IMDB, it doesn’t need more or less. Snack movie to watch, so you can kill your time. Thanks for reading my messy review, I didn’t thought I would be doing a review... But here we are.

[amartworks]

had a fun experience on the subway the other day

[robyn-i-guess]

liking someone platonically is so embarrassing like. yeah i admire you. yeah i think about you all the time. yeah i look forward to every time i see you even if it's only for a minute. yeah it's all platonic and yeah i couldn't explain this because it'd sound romantic. fucking hell

[daftpatience]

slow down for your disabled friends. thats like a bare minimum kindness that we shouldnt have to ask for. i love that youre so quirky and walking fast is a cool personality trait to you and all that but i bet you can count your physically disabled friends on less than one hand

[mroddmod]

the queen of the disco or whatever

[shadesofmauve]

I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.

Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.

He was really nice.

Yeah.

It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?

You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."

You didn't, loves, you didn't.

We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.

I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.

Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.

When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"

No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.

Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?

Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.

That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.

I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.

A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.

I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.

So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!

Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.

You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.

I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.

I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.

It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.

Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.

[crow-caller]

as a child there's nothing cooler than a kid who gets subjected to evil experiments and gains special abilities. it's even cooler if these abilities also cause unfathomable suffering to use/against others. children love stories like this.

[orpheuslament]

i find the whole "i had unpleasant experiences with leftists before so now im a raging fascist" narrative incredibly funny because we have all had unpleasant experiences with leftists before. it comes free with being a leftist

[mayhemchicken-artblog]

in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off

EDIT: reblogs are STAYING OFF. op was right and correct and i have never regretted making a post as much as this one. if you want to reblog my art you can reblog something else from my blog. or commission me, lord knows i deserve financial compensation for the nightmare this post has put me through

[allo-frouto]

Thank you 😊, so you went the whole 40 days !?!? 🌻

Oh yeah!

[monstermonger]

Now the ash dances with the snow....

Lil winter dragon stickers ♡

[chaichai-draws]

Personally I think that Telemachus permanently and irreversibly changed Athena for the better, more on that at twelve