[And you are a lithograph/Sketching my history]
[Under the floodlights you look more like god to me/You’re way too fucked up, you’re way too tough]
[Two shots of tequila to speed you up/And I guess what I’m trying to say here is thank you]
[But I go cold]
(Symbolism below the cut if you care!!)
[You are a lithograph]
Young Jason has a target on his back, showcasing how being Robin put him in danger. He was just a kid. He’s talking to Batman, looking up at him, showing how much he trusts him, all the while he has a glaring red target on his back.
[Sketching my history]
Jason’s memorial plaque with his shadow over it. The shadow has ‘history’ written on it to show how Jason has become history, how he is just a story now, he’s not even in charge of how he’s remembered. To quote Richard Siken, ‘history is a little man in a brown suit trying to define a room he is outside of. There are many names in history, but none of them are ours’. Jason is history. He’s not Robin anymore.
[under the floodlights you look more like god to me]
Silhouette of Batman with no eyes, to show how Bruce never really… saw/understood Jason. Jason died thinking that Bruce was this good man, the best man, who always knew what was right. A god. But there is no god to Jason, not anymore. The floodlights are turned off. Jason had to die to recognize the flaws of his father.
[You’re way too fucked up, you’re way too tough]
Half of adult Jason, half of young Jason. Jason can’t go back to who he was. He can’t go back to that little boy who was too tough for his age, who thought Robin gave him magic, who was so good that it hurt. Jason is way too fucked up, now. He came back wrong. Everyone thinks so.
[Two shots of tequila to speed you up]
Jason’s Red Hood mask, a crowbar, a batarang, and his old Robin mask. Two things from his new life, two things from his old. He can’t go back. He can only go forward.
[And I guess what I’m trying to say here is thank you]
Jason’s pointing a gun at his father, who still does not see him. But he cannot kill his father. No matter how many times Bruce fails him, Jason will never be able to take that shot, he will never be able to wipe away the only father he has ever had. Even if he has every opportunity, even if he wants to, he’ll never be able to kill Bruce.
[But I go cold]
Bruce covers the target on Jason’s back as the sun rises over Gotham. Because no matter how many times he fails Jason, he will always keep trying to protect him. Try to keep him intact. The night is dark and it will always be dark and no one will ever be able to wash away all the bad, but as long as the world keeps spinning, Bruce will love his children. Even if Jason doesn’t want the protection, Bruce will give it to him. This is their curse. The will never escape it.
I have some pretty. Insane thoughts about Jason and Bruce’s dynamic as a father and son. So. Yeah…….
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Hello! I can’t express how much I adore your book! It is my new obsession! Anyway, today I decided to draw some Rosier & Asmodeus fanart on my free time and was listening to music. A song called La Rose by Lesiem started playing and it made me imagine Rosier and Asmodeus together in a garden somewhere as the sun rises, making me wonder if all that stuff in the story didn’t happen, would their relationship have grown into romance? The song seemed quite campy to me, but I was unable to finish drawing with the brain rot this gave me :/
Hello !! I'm glad you like it!! :]
Ohh this song kind of slays like yeah its camp but it's also really good Im putting this in the hypothetical ABM playlist immediately
Regarding Rosier and Asmodeus' relationship developing into a romance:
It's interesting because Rosier and Asmodeus were literally together for about millions of years as housemates and really close friends but never got around to making out or anything. I think a part of it was their personalities, mostly Rosier's (since he's very comfy with his repetitive life and doesn't have a big appetite for exploring outside of his routines, I think). (Though Asmodeus loves that about Rosier; he wishes he could just be happy and satisfied with the little things too). Another part of it is a fear of God, though more subconscious (the fear of doing something that seems to be unknown and thus scary and probably against God etc etc)
I think they'd need a little push, maybe God has to disappear or go missing for a long time. And maybe they need to see romance in another couple first. (Or it's something simpler than that: they see two birds sharing a peck, maybe in Eden, maybe on Earth).
Then, one day, I imagine they go out for a picnic or they sit in the patio. One of them kisses the other on the lips, and they find the lingering taste of fruits there. They decide they like it. I think they'd be pretty romantic, after that. But they'd take things slowly, which is fine. That's just how Rosier is and the two have eternity to explore anyway! :)
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hinata and kageyama’s relationship in haikyuu is. so funny to me. bc i agree it’s very gay but most of the time that’s where ppl stop. like we’re not gonna discuss how their rivalry and friendship to each other is defined by pushing the other forward so they can just not only be better partners, but better people. hinata and kageyama are amazing characters are on their own but it’s bc of their partnership and their promise to each other that they both end up at the olympics and achieve their dreams.
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the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.
sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.
you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.
it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.
but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.
they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.
they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.
barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.
and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.
but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.
they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!
this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.
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The Beginning of Everything
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