Bonus 7: Time moves sideways
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the thing about the joker
is that - well, even canonically, he’s not actually “insane.” in the most canonical version of his backstory (bc there are many conflicting incarnations, but this one is the touchstone for a lot of later canon), he was part of a street gang before falling into a vat of Nondescript Toxic Waste that damaged his melanin production and That’s It. he supposedly “lost his mind” after seeing his reflection, which is absurd on many levels. no. he’s not “insane.” what he is, is an angry white boy.
the thing about the joker is that he exults in his own uncontainability. He laughs, because all of gotham - all the world - is built to be his playground. the only lunatic thing about him is the lunacy of ~Society~, to borrow from the joker’s own playbook; the lunacy of the joker lies in the world that grants him power: in the inheritance of loss: in white privilege, and what it means for everyone else.
“to prove a point.” those were the joker’s exact words, when he shot and paralyzed Barbara Gordon. she asked why: he laughed. “to prove a point.”
because that’s all he ever does. he hurts people because he can. and because all the power in the world can’t save him from getting hurt - and isn’t that just peachy?
because the thing about the joker is that he can get hurt. he has been hurt. but he has so much more capacity to harm than to be harmed. he is immortal. he and he alone will never have to face the consequences of the hurt that he inflicts on other people.
so then: why not hurt them? misery loves company, after all.
the joker is the embodiment and end result of our own social system: the madness of the exception: the laughter of the white man: the imprecation to smile, as he kills you.
(no one ever says it, i find, but it’s still true: barbara deserves to kill him.)
and who, then, is the batman? if the joker is the yin to his yang? if they’re two sides of one irredeemable coin, if they represent the “balance” of an unjustifiable system - who is he if not another white man?
because he is. Bruce Wayne is a white boy born into unspeakable privilege and forced to endure suffering anyway; who copes with his suffering by taking it out on others; who copes with his suffering, not by taking advantage of the world as it is, but by attempting to reshape it. to make it in his own image - as if it isn’t already his, as if claiming it further will crush out the pain.
the batman is the benevolent oppressor to the joker’s malevolent one. he changes nothing, in the end. two privileged white boys with their own respective navel-gazing grudges - where, after all, lies the difference between benevolence and malevolence?
because they are not “chaos” and “order.” not really. They are laissez-faire laughter and law. Joker exults in the disease of the system, Batman seeks to treat its symptoms, but neither of them will ever change anything about the root cause. because they may have suffered the faults of this system, but they still benefit so much more from it as it exists. Uphold it or break it, neither of them wants to change the law.
but the law is only as good as the people it’s made to protect. and who does that law protect, really?
waylon jones is, in one issue, explicitly depicted as Black. between that and his skin disorder, there has never once been room for his character to be any more than a monster: king croc is, always, a character to be violated and brutalized, over and over and over and still - always - written as the villain. (he tried so hard to scrape out a place for himself, so many times, in so many incarnations, and each and every time he finds himself relegated once more to the sewers. he will never be anyone’s king. there is no place under the sun for people like him.)
victor fries only ever wanted to save his wife, and a capitalist mogul decided a few extra numbers on his eight-digit paycheck were more important than the people whose lives depended on that money. fries’ body was damaged to disability by that choice, left without the resources to find a cure for his wife, and he robbed banks because there was no other option available to him. we seem to have forgotten, or maybe never really understood, why that matters. why a desperate man trying to save his life and that of his loved ones under the crushing gears of capitalism is a villain, and the one who stops him is our hero. why, under the law batman upholds, a bank vault and a CEO’s hoard is worth more than a life.
poison ivy just wants to live, too. wants a life not defined by the devastation of her body, of the beings that exist as extensions of her, a life where green and growing things are not commodities to be plowed up and poisoned and destroyed for the sake of another man’s profit. these are villains; they are written as such. these are their motives.
who does batman fight for, really? who is our hero, this emblem of our law?
is he our hero? ours, the broken and bleeding members of the world he claims to protect?
who does the law protect, except him - him, and the joker?
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not the worst of lapham's crimes but tommy's short hair being a symbol of recovery was evil.
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couple of thoughts because I was flipping through moon knight: resurrection war looking for something specific and therefore not reading it properly, BUT WILD THOUGHT, what if the machinations behind black spectre (3.0, question mark, if he's not carson knowles) is set?
I saw someone theorising it could be bushman, but bushman's that proud and that much of a foil to marc specifically that he absolutely wouldn't (IMO) bother to hide his identity as another of MK's rogues. bushman would want marc to know that it's him, and would want marc to know that raul bushman, of everyone, is that man that's beaten marc spector -- given their history.
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I need like. A bible level miracle of an opportunity even suggest itself to me so i can possibly start a career in something lol
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Genshin OC: Isla
Isla ??? from Fontaine
A cartoonist for one of Steambird's competitors by day, forensic sketch artist by demand
Keeps her materials in a small satchel anywhere she goes in case inspiration strikes
Accompanies the Traveler to sketch new sights
Likes to traipse around the city of Fontaine to sketch random people and places (although she's getting tired of it)
Gets to hear a lot of gossip
Moderately social, but prefers to keep to herself
Keeps her vision behind her, next to her bag
2nd daughter in a noble family of notable healers, but lives away from the family
Grew up learning noble arts, hence her proficiency in the arts and in swordsmanship
more sketches under the cut ↴
Text (from top to bottom, left to right):
Isla: Dyed in colour!
Isla: A sketch? That'll be 70 mora please.
Traveler: You are selling yourself short.. >: (
Isla: The beautiful windmills of Mondstat!
Isla: The vivid blue sky of Liyue!
Isla: The glowing flora of Inazuma!
Traveler: Looks dangerous tho.
Text (from top to bottom, left to right):
Paimon: It's great here in Fontaine, but it'd be nice to get someone familiar wi—
Isla: TRAVELER!!
Isla: Hey Traveler (and his tiny friend)! I have something for you!
Paimon: bitch I'm not that small
Isla: I saw you from afar and thought you looked gorgeous. So I couldn't help myself and sketched you! Please have it!
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Captain Marvel Adventures (1941) #27
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i don’t play pokemon masters but if the versions of Lillie Lusamine and Gladion in there are from usum instead of the OG sumo, that makes so much fucking sense. usum butchered one of the things I love most about alola (the story) and tried so hard to make lusamine redeemable and I hated it bc they all forgave her instantly when I’d already played sumo and had that version of her in my mind where she was an absolute bitch who was depicted very clearly as abusive (both in the past and present), and I was very confused why Lillie just forgave her right away when all the wounds were still extremely fresh and/or reopened. if the aether fam in masters is from usum it makes so much more sense why they feel so wrong to me bc it’s the versions of them that are toned down to make room for the ultra recon squad
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totj last episode spoilers ahead:
alright so uh. I really don’t know how to feel about the last totj episode (I enjoyed all the others!!!) since it has similar vibes to the novel but with all of what I’d consider integral and interesting to the story filed off.
And btw, I am/was more than willing to set this in canon after the novel but the story beats here (Ahsoka getting back into contact with Bail/using his ships to rescue the remaining farmers, the setting seeming almost a copy/paste farm planet with mountains/rolling hills, the fact that it was specifically a blow to the inquisitor’s face that killed him, Ahsoka not drawing her lightsaber once during the fight) but there are enough differences for me to hesitate to say they’re the same thing (the completely different cast, the way the inquisitor was called to the village, the imperial presence being more removed from the villagers).
So this leaves me (and canon, I suspect) in this gray area, where referring to Ahsoka’s past could refer you to the events of the novel, or this, and it’s not really clear which one, leaving the novel to be completely ignored/disposed of.
And on top of that it’s weird because I feel it thematically works with the rest of the episodes’ story arcs but metatextually plays weird with the novel and leaves me with a lot of weird feelings about the whole thing
[d*nt rb]
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I guess i'm at that age where all i want to write about is commentary on society
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“Life after Death,” Scarlet Spider (Vol. 2/2012), #1.
Writer: Christopher Yost; Penciler : Ryan Stegman; Inker: Michael Babinsky; Colorist: Marte Garcia; Letterer: Joe Caramagna
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oh hey while i'm here i finished a Small Scene from the comic rewrite!! because fuck it, i had the idea, and i needed to immediately fix some things. under the cut for spoiler reasons, i guess, i'm kinda just taking random things i like and mashing them together at this point ?? WHATEVER here it is !!
Are you alright?
Maximus frowns at the question, and shrugs. “Oh, they were already prosthetics. I can rebuild it. Won’t take long, so don’t fret.”
But it hurts, doesn’t it?
“Not particularly.”
Maximus turns away to tinker with the broken parts of a gun on the table, still wearing the torn jacket, the edges singed away.
Blackagar takes the few steps closer to stand at his side, well aware of the half-truth he was being told. Maximus never admitted when he was injured or in pain, but he was his brother; Blackagar had known him almost his entire life, and he knew him well enough to know when Maximus was being truthful or not.
And he’s heard him grumble complaints and rub at his arms often enough to know that they did hurt. Blackagar hadn’t known, couldn’t have known - before Blackagar himself, Attilan did not speak of things like this. Attilan did not speak of many things before Blackagar. There are many things now that he doesn’t want to speak of.
If he had known how much it would affect Maximus, he would have tried to constrain himself more. Maximus was clearly able to live with it, but there was a lifetime of pain that Blackagar was responsible for now, that he couldn’t really do anything to prevent. A lifetime of different.
Blackagar himself was stuck in a lifetime of different. All he’s ever wanted was to prevent his family from being him, and all he’s seemed capable of doing is being the cause of their suffering.
“Your sulking is distracting me.”
Blackagar glances at his brother, who had stopped prodding at the contents on his table to look up at him. Blackagar tilts his head. I would sulk less if I knew you were alright.
Maximus scoffs, and makes a move to cross his arms, before belatedly moving the one to rest on his hip, instead. “Oh, go worry over someone else. I’ve already told you I’m fine. I do need to fix this, so go away.”
He turns his gaze back to the table, though he makes no move to mess with any of it anymore. Nor does he make any move to walk away.
They stand in silence for a long few moments.
“How is Medusa?” Maximus asks quietly.
Blackagar feels his lips twitch. Recovering. She’ll be strong enough to join in the fight.
“And Karnak?”
Focused on tracking down Vox. A lot has happened. I don’t know if he’s processed most of it.
Maximus lets out a humorless chuckle. “I suppose a lot has happened.” He taps restlessly against the edge of the table. “Have you sent anything out to Ahura and Luna?”
Crystal’s trying to get to them. She may leave for Earth. You are free to go with her, if you would like.
Maximus hums. “Of course I am. You wouldn’t keep me trapped here.”
I do not know how this fight will turn out. Ahura and Luna are fond of you. Perhaps more than they are fond of me.
Maximus meets his gaze again, and there’s an anxious glint in his eyes. “We’ve survived worse, brother. When this is over, we will go to Earth together.”
Blackagar can hope those words to be true. He wants them to be true.
“Besides,” Maximus says, waving with his arm as he trots off, leaving Blackagar to trail after him, “I do believe this is my fight, as well. My city was attacked, my cousin killed.” He digs through a charred box of half-melted metallic parts, before making an annoyed noise and dragging the entire box back towards a cleaner part of the floor, his only remaining table taken up already.
“And he killed Lockjaw,” Maximus says, grief finally seeping into his voice, as he turns an intense gaze to Blackagar, “I want revenge. I’m not running.”
Then I am glad we want the same thing.
“And it only took our entire city falling.” Maximus replies with a smirk.
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you dont understand, i love isamot kol
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you ever think about how gerome and fake pep are the only two guys who really only ever knew the tower as their home? i do
lots of fp text in this one so full un-ciphered script is going under cut below. [mostly just a bunch of headcanon nonsense about his whole Situation in the tower :p] [there is also a second bonus after because i am insufferable] anyway,
bonus:
hey! it's a series! fake peppino world tour: [noise] [noisette] [peppino] [gustavo] [gerome]<- u are here [noisette again]
gerome: i say there monstrosity! do you know the times?
fp: …?
gerome: haha! just an old joke, lad.
gerome: but seriously, i never saw you around the tower much. what's your deal?
fp: ...
fp: 👈 ??
gerome: yes you! you never struck me as just some hired goon like the rest.
fp: i… i don't really know.
gerome: oh come now, you needn't be modest.
fp: i'm not! i-
[fp takes a seat]
fp: they…. didn't tell me much. the…the lab. you know it?
gerome: i'd pass though, now and again.
fp: i was there for awhile, with lots of other copies
gerome: oh, you knew the other clones? what were they like?
fp: nutritious.
gerome: ah.
fp: they-the tall one- moved me to….「bruno's」 later.
gerome: tall one… you mean pizzahead?
fp: uh….right.「pizzahead」 …started changing it. kept changing it. i think i was waiting for something. waiting… to open? but he told me to keep-stay in there. to guard it. was there…longer than the labs but we never got to finish…. but i think we were close. But then「pep-
pep: woah. never seen him this chatty
gerome: just have to ask the right questions, i suppose
pep: I mean, sure but-- wait, you can understand him???
gerome: it's only natural, after all, he is at least in part- part of the tower; made from its power and resources, and so connected with my brother...and to some extent, myself. his speech resonates with the old echoes through its chambers, and while i may not be as omniscient, it has no secrets that would fully elude me.
pep: ...uh. ok, sure. what's he saying?
fp: ..!
fp: XXX!
gerome: ah…. seems he's a bit embarrassed.
pep: aw. er…look, it may not be my business, but whatever happened in the tower is behind us now, yeah? i know i sure try to forget it too
fp: 😬
fp: ...😓👍
[fp turns back to gerome]
fp: ............i wasn’t done
gerome: he wasn't done.
fp: yeah. then 「peppino」 came through. you probably know. hard to miss him.
gerome: heh, I'll say.
fp: We fought, I stayed…. didn't know anything else until 「pizzahead」grabbed me. fighting more on the roof...
fp: You know the rest? you ran out with us...
gerome: mhm
fp: And… now we’re here.
gerome: now we’re here…
fp: ...that's all i had. so..... i still don't really know. sorry...
gerome: ah, don't be. that's just how it goes, i guess. not much that can be done now...
gerome: i suppose we both left some things behind in that tower. i certainly know it can be daunting to leave the fold of familiarity.
gerome: but, for what it's worth...i think it’s for the better things worked out for us as they did.
fp: yeah…
bonus! 2!!
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