@tashacee told me on her fic aspects of a merchant that wind likes to sleep on wild and it completely invaded my brain. made a tumblr just to post this haha
July 1987. They can't all be winners: The success of the Keith Giffen/J.M. DeMatteis JUSTICE LEAGUE spawned a variety of spinoffs, some of which worked better than others. Some, like this four-issue DR. FATE miniseries in 1987, were so odd as to defy easy analysis. The mini begins with Nabu, the bodiless, immortal entity who gives Dr. Fate his power, learning that his fellow Lords of Order have decided to abandon the mortal plane to the forces of Chaos, as the body of Fate's human host, Kent Nelson, whom Nabu has kept ageless for almost 50 years, begins to fail. Unwilling to admit defeat or relinquish control, Nabu attempts to groom a new host: a 10-year-old boy named Eric Strauss, magically aged to adulthood and caught between Nabu's manipulations and the sanity-destroying threat of Typhon, a Lord of Chaos who has taken control of Arkham Asylum. However, Nabu hasn't figured on Eric's attachment to his stepmother Linda, who has a role in the destiny of Dr. Fate that neither Nabu nor Typhon has anticipated.
This is primarily a supernatural horror story, and a surreal and sometimes disturbing one — it's not always clear what you're looking at, and there's enough gore, grue, and body horror that you're probably better off not asking! How much of the action is real or hallucinatory is often left ambiguous, including a pointless appearance by Fate's now-former Justice League comrades in #3. The plot, which builds on ideas from an earlier Dr. Fate backup series in THE FLASH in 1982 (which Giffen pencilled, although it was written by Marty Pasko and Steve Gerber), is also disturbing in another way: It hinges on the fact that Linda Strauss is in love with her stepson, and is destined to mystically join with him to form a new, bi-gender Dr. Fate — which might have been a cooler idea if not for the age-gap incest overtones.
Astonishingly, given all that, the miniseries was successful enough to spawn an ongoing series, written for its first two years by DeMatteis with irritatingly cutesy art by Shawn McManus, that played these elements for schticky comedy rather than cosmic horror, infused with a heavy dose of DeMatteis's woolliest mysticism. A subsequent change of direction by William Messner-Loebs (returning Kent and Inza Nelson) was less divisive, but also less interesting, and the book struggled along for another year and a half before expiring. DC had been trying to make Dr. Fate a headliner for a surprisingly long time — even including him in the last round of Super Powers action figures in 1984 — but the ongoing series ended up basically wrecking the character's commercial prospects for a good while, prompting the otherwise inexplicable Jared Stevens big-gold-knife era of the 1990s.
advice i think we should tell children is that when adults say stuff like ‘now that i’m an adult i get really excited about stuff like coffee tables and bathrooms and rugs etc’ they don’t mean ‘and now i don’t care about blorbo and squimbus from my childhood tv shows anymore’ bc your average adult still loves all the same pop culture stuff they always did; they just have a greater appreciation for the mundane as well. growing up just means you can enjoy life twice as much now. you can get really excited about a new stuffed animal AND about a new kitchen sponge. peace and love
I don't mind that Walker Scobell doesn't look like book!Percy because 1) he's absolutely got the spirit. Walker basically is Percy, you can see and feel that in every one of his scenes, and
2) If book!Percabeth had a baby, he would look exactly like Walker Scobell, and I think that's hilariously perfect
Choose peace rather than confrontation. Except in cases where we cannot get, where we cannot proceed, where we cannot move forward. Then if the only alternative is violence, we will use violence.
Danny is about to be kidnapped in Gotham
This is not a good time.
He's studying for the SAT, he's already been kidnapped by Vlad like, four times that week and it was a fucking Tuesday, he forgot his wallet at his new apartment, locked himself out of said new apartment (he could phase through the door but that wasn't the point), he's just been informed that the grant he applied for was denied so he needs to ask his mom and dad for college funds when he'd already told them he had it covered, and just...it was shit.
It had been shit. The entire week had been awful and annoying and he was ready to either murder everyone on the planet or go find a corner to cry in for the next three days.
So when the band of wild goons working for whatever villain of the week pulled up and tried to kidnap him, he snapped.
He used them to vent.
Shouted about how terrible his day had been, how terrible his week had been, how he'd already been kidnapped by his creepy godfather who was way too into him, how college funding was shit and the grant system was rigged, and how he'd have to call a locksmith or break down the door to his own apartment if he wanted to go to bed-all of it. He unloaded all of his frustration.
The goons actually backed off.
One of them gave him an awkward side hug and told him it'd get better.
Danny wasn't paying attention to his surrounding. He doesn't realize that the whole thing was livestreamed.
So when he gets home to his apartment later that day, his door is opened for him by the vigilante Spoiler before he can even turn intangible.
She brought over BatBurger and kidnapped Bruce Wayne, Gotham's bumbling Prince, to talk about college grants.