Aaah, Yeah, I Can Relate. I’m Trying To Let Go Of That, Too. Might Even Get To Finish My WIPs That

suddenly struck with thoughts about the devastating concept of Jason Todd

because he was good. because he had a bleeding heart despite every reason not to. he loved school and was good at it. he was the first to be adopted, with little pretense of guardianship. he did everything he could to be a perfect Robin and live up to an impossible ideal. he only ever wanted Bruce and Dick to like him.

because he met Bruce in the same place and on the same day that Bruce's parents died--the single defining moment of Batman's existence. and he made Batman laugh. he hit the Dark Knight, Terror of Gotham, with a tire iron. he wasn't afraid of the man who turned fear into a weapon.

because he couldn't save his mother from herself, but he tried. because he was too good not to try and save the woman who gave him up. too good to play the Joker's game. the crowbar didn't kill him, the bomb did. he died knowing he wouldn't make it and tried anyway. he died a hero.

because other Robins have died, but none of them put an irrevocable tear in the mythos of Batman. because Jason Todd always dies, in every universe. he dies for the sins of his father. he was put to death by popular vote, sacrificed by the crowd. doomed by the narrative and doomed by the audience. the boy who only ever tried to prove he was good enough--wasn't good enough.

because he has every reason to be angry. because he didn't ask to be murdered, didn't ask to be brought back, and when he did everyone acted like he was better off dead. Bruce tried to kill him and nearly succeeded. he's blamed for his own death and blamed for his resurrection. he can never come home because the house is haunted by his own ghost.

because he's been the hero, the victim, and the villain. because his family and his writers and his universe don't know what to make of him. they don't know how to look his tragedy in the eye. and how can you?

it hurts to look at the hero who cannot be good enough, the victim who will only ever be angry, the villain who can sometimes be right. the audience hates to feel complicit and, in this exceptional case, they are.

The only reason I tagged Muraskibara was that this was meant to be a fanart. As you can see, it did not work out. The base pose was from Pinterest though I forgot who the original artist was.

hi tumblr so ive been thinking:

imagine having a secret admirer and they write love letters to you on a daily or maybe just 3 times a week or smth

and like one day they decide to confess to you by taking the stuff that they wrote in the letters and turning it into a song to play for you JEHRKSFBDB

Y'all the way Airk actually knows Dove's real name

Question for writers: what made you guys start writing?

Also, reading HP fanfics made me find out that....damn. Fanfics from, like, 2004 or something are so fucking awesome. Like, like, I love them. And reading fics from that far back makes you see the progression of fanfiction in AO3, but, main point is, they were going hard back then.

I need a DabiHawks "Rewrite the Stars" guys. Please

Here are my designs/re-imagined looks for Sun and Moon from FNAF Security Breach! ☀️🌙