sobbing uncontrollably over byler for the 9th time this week
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not beating the generalised anxiety disorder allegations tell me why i’m walking home from the bus and i feel the sense of impending doom creeping on me as if i don’t even know what. fun
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Just finished a bartending shift and I’m so excited to use this money for more Barbie tickets. Looping Ken's gorgeous song I'M JUST KENNNNN (♫ AND I'M ENOUGH. AND I'M GREAT AT DOING STUFF ♪) about to jump into the car and drive to see the barbie movie again, because why the hell not!!!! I haven't felt this safe around any F/Os in so long, Barbie and Ken are fucking holding my hand through all of the bullshit and loving me so fully and making me feel somewhat like a person again
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rereading beartown and us against you so i can finally read the winners, and i swear to god i’ll throw fists if i have to go through the emotional pain of these first two books again just to have the third one break me and not give my fav character a happy ending.
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found this poem called ‘the poem climbs the scaffold and tells you what it sees’ by natasha oladokun in a batjokes fic a while ago and was never able to shake the immense bruce energy of it.. thought you might get a kick out of it :)
Yes, you thought right, if the kick is in the heart and the result is pain and suffering. And the whole thing is beautiful, but the last part:
It really makes me think of the self-hating side of being Batman and how, to Bruce, it's part-punishment and part-self-destruction and part-atonement, for surviving something that his parents didn't. Every night Batman ("decked in black from scalp to heel/ scythe in hand ready and eager to meet yourself/ pounding at your own door") goes out to fight the evil that took his family and challenging it to take him too, but Gotham keeps spitting him back out, again and again. So Bruce survives himself just as much as he survives Gotham. Enough of him to feel alone, to yearn for other things, and that's what being Batman can't kill-- the animal in the poem truly depends on perspective. It could either be Bruce talking about Batman, or Batman talking about Bruce.
And then the road is too steep for him to see that there's light beyond it. That things could be different. So he keeps doing it.
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even has killed people—though perhaps that depends on your definition of people—and it’s not. how do i put it. it’s never cool, you know? it’s never a moment where this puts them in control of a situation, where they can show off some skill in putting someone down. because even is not, generally, very powerful, and they do not know how to do this.
it just gets messy.
which is one of those terrible reasons why they… well, they don’t like the master, but they have to like that she can do it easy, quick, clean. she can give even the ability to, as well, when she wants. if for no other reason than it means that they won’t have to scrub it raw off their skin later, they appreciate that.
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classic no one texting me back evening where i simply feel nothing and do nothing
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