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Tell us more about Dick and his little brother Batman ( ◡‿◡ *)
The real a reason Dick left to become Nightwing was because Bruce would come in to his room just to stand there annoyingly and then after being told to “get out” five times, he would walk out and leave the door wide open.
HEY, FELLOW HATERS OF INSANELY-BRIGHT CAR HEADLIGHTS, SOMEONE HAS STARTED A PETITION TO REGULATE THEM.
It's an official petition through the Australian Government's e-petition page, which means if it gets enough signatures, it will be tabled in government.
You do have to be an Australian citizen to sign it, BUT!!! PLEASE REBLOG THIS EVEN IF YOURE NOT, because these kind of things have a roll-on effect, and if Australia legislates LED headlights, then other countries may follow.
FYI, the petition asks only for your name and email, and once you've clicked the sign button, they'll send you an email to confirm your signature --- you need to click the confirmation link in the email to have your signature counted.
Young Justice (1998) #20
“I’m living in your world, Bruce. When do I get to live in mine?”
Tim Drake in the 1990s when Bruce tries to give him advice on something that affects his personal life:
a lil something I've been cooking up XD.
Bernard’s not stupid, okay? He knows something’s up with his boyfriend—Boyfriend! He still can’t get over that. Feels unreal every time he thinks about it. But anyways. The point is, he’s known something was off about Tim since the first few weeks of their friendship. Like, sure, Tim looks like a total nerd, but he’s way too fit for someone who supposedly spends all his time gaming. Bernard would know—he got a peek at Tim’s abs in the locker room once and had to physically stop himself from passing out. And the guy keeps the weirdest hours. And he always blames it on homework or video games, but somehow, he’s either running on fumes during the day or completely wired on an ungodly amount of caffeine and sugar. Then there’s the bruises. Tim showed up to school with new ones all the time. At first, Bernard was worried they came from his dad—especially since the bruises dissapeared for a while after what seemed like a really bad fight between them. But then Tim’s dad died, and the bruises came back. That left his uncle, but when Bernard finally met the guy, it took, like, two minutes to know—yeah, no. That man would rather throw himself into traffic than lay a hand on Tim. And then there was the shooting last year. Bernard vividly remembers how he had been frozen in the courtyard, watching in complete disbelief as Tim vaulted over a car and took down six armed gunmen like it was nothing. No hesitation. No fear. Just straight-up terrifying efficiency. So yeah. It all points to one very obvious, very alarming conclusion: Tim is in a gang.
I just love having Bernard find all the clues and come to an entirely wrong conclusion
tagging my writer moots to share their wips this wedesday:
Working on the last chapter of my Bloodborne fic, featuring actual Bloodborne aftermath 🫡
Dick woke up with his heart in his throat and Bruce’s name on his lips. He struggled upright, even that small action seeming impossible, not believing that he’d let himself fall unconscious when Bruce still needed him. If anything had happened - if Bruce had died -
But before he could follow that horrible thought through to completion, there was a hand on his chest, carefully applying pressure to ease him back onto the - the gurney. He was on a gurney, in the cordoned off observation room in the Cave. He was on a gurney, not the cold, unforgiving floor where he last remembered collapsing. He was - he was home, and if he’d made it home, then - then -
“I’m right here, chum,” came Bruce’s voice, from somewhere above him. Rough, scratchy, but miraculously his; just the sound of it punched all the air out of Dick’s lungs. “Just take it easy.”
Dick reached out blindly for Bruce’s wrist, managing to snag his forearm instead. He walked his fingers all the way down to Bruce’s pulse point, curling them tight around it until he could count the smooth, steady beats pulsing beneath his skin. The feel of it - of Bruce’s heart, still plodding on as steadily as ever, so different from the erratic and faint thrumming when he’d finally found him in the snow - made him melt back into the thin mattress in relieved disbelief.
Alive.
Bruce was alive.
Dick hadn’t failed him.
He was alive.
Bruce shifted above him; and then a hand was gently carding through his hair, brushing it back away from his face. He must have been sweaty, because the chill of the Cave immediately swept in, clinging to the now-exposed moisture, but Dick didn’t care - he leaned into Bruce’s touch, giddy with relief and barely holding on to his composure enough not to burst into tears. God. He’d been so - he’d been so afraid that Bruce -
“It’s all right, Dickie. You saved me,” Bruce said, low and soft, the words full of wonder. “I’m right here. You got us out.”
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"It's all right, Dickie. You saved me." 😭
i want to put bernard dowd in a box and shake him around a bit
Perpetual Mourning by Ted Mckeever for Batman: Black and White
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Request:
"Bruce and Clark drinking coffee on the Kents' porch."
“Magneto’s backstory should be changed, it’s unrealistic that he’d still be alive after all this time!” Have you forgotten what franchise he’s from?
You can suspend your disbelief for the man transformed into sentient rocks by space radiation, the interdimensional bird, and the flaming biker skeletons, but one guy being a little old is where you draw the line?
It's the ~antisemitism~
#its also worth noting that marvel *DID* change magneto's backstory#he was originally presented as someone who had survived the shoah as an adult#and marvel retconned it to him surviving it as a child#iirc his original debut backstory involved him losing a wife and two kids??
Well, no, not really. When Magneto was made to be a Holocaust survivor, he was a survivor from childhood, though by the end of the Holocaust he was in his teens. His daughter Anya was killed by an antisemitic mob after the Holocaust, at some point in the 1950s.
It's also an attempt to pretend that the Shoah is ancient history, when it's really not.
"It's unrealistic for a Holocaust survivor to still be alive."
Assholes, there are Holocaust survivors still alive in the real world.
They're really telling on themselves because Wolverine is like 170 years old.
wolverine being a hundred and fucking seventy: normal
magneto being the same age as currently alive holocaust survivors: impossible
While there are definitely living Holocaust survivors today, most of them aren't up to doing half the shit Magneto does, and it seems to be affecting the impact his stories have on audiences. I remember reading Magneto stories as a kid in the 90s, knowing he was a little younger than my grandparents, and getting hit with a truckload of sympathy for the dude. He just wanted to have a normal life like Grandma and Granddad, and then the war happened and oh FUCK. Younger readers now are much less likely to have that personal connection; that's just how human lifespans work. And it's only going to get worse. Magneto does need some future-proofing.
That's not to say I think Magneto's origin should be changed, or that he should be permanently killed off. Far from it. This is comics; all kinds of timeline bullshit happens all the time. As someone pointed out above, Wolverine is most of the way into his second century of life.
What I'd do--and what I'm shocked Marvel writers don't seem to have done yet--is wave the mutant bullshit wand and make Magneto functionally immortal. Secondary mutation, maybe. Something something magnetic fields. The mechanics don't matter any more than "Wolverine is functionally immortal because healing factor" does. What matters is this:
At some point, Magneto will be the last living Holocaust survivor. And he will not let the world forget.
There was a story I read as a kid where Magneto took a handful of soil from the camp where his family died and spread it on the surface of the moon, where he was building a mutant haven of some kind. The image of him on his knees with soil running through his fingers and an agonized look on his face has haunted me ever since. To some part of him, it's always 1945. Never again is quite literally now.
I want to see Magneto as the furious conscience of the Marvel universe. I want him to rip a hole in the UN General Assembly building and stride in with his full regalia on--except for one sleeve, stripped to the forearm to show his tattooed number--and read the UN the riot act in all his nigh-unkillable glory. I want him to storm into summits between warring planets, atomize the ferrous metal in everyone's weapons, and lay down the galactic law that is There Will Be No More Genocides On My Watch, And My Watch Is Eternal. And I want future writers to use his story, and his enduring popularity as a character, to make sure that audiences don't forget either.
Magneto being a Holocaust survivor is only a flaw in the storytelling if you're a goddamn coward.
