hiya! jay rose, ze/hiranthropology student + aspiring archaeologistamateur artist, fumbling ficwriter sonic, dc comics, ninjago, star wars, and whatever else comes up on the fandom roulette wheel for the day <3 also runs @ninjaudio taglist ao3
the humble "like" is oft mocked despite what it does for us. "like, three people" is a vastly different statement from "three people". "and i was like 'what the fuck'" is vastly different from "and i said 'what the fuck'". i love you "like" and anyone who says you make people sound stupid will be killed on sight
I want to believe that these two made enough of an impact on the robots that got to meet this duo to be forever immortalized in paint and legend passed through generations yet to come
you know boreal is zanes dragon because he manages to squeeze in 2 fakeout deaths and 1 real death in his exactly 5 minutes and 16 seconds of screentime
I'm just thinking about when given the opportunity to go anywhere and see anything Tim went to an alternate version of his mom to tell her he loves her and get a hug
whys he doing all these movements?? he's manipulating gravity from his brain and body energy that is my headcanon
i know there are better words like "things that are dense" or something like that but i don't have a large vocabulary i hope this is understood in a way that makes sense
i feel like there's a rich vein of SOME kind of ore to mine with regards to the romantic woes of visibly "freakish" and inhuman superheros, especially in silver age comics. like, because of the comics code, the writers could not in-universe admit that some people are really kinky and would absolutely nut in an instant if a gigantic alligator man or a living rock monster or a ten foot tall woman who's on fire gave them a little smooch on the head. like maybe most people in the 70s and 80s had no idea this was the case, either!
but so you end up with these romantic plot lines where some poor freakish superhero with a heart of gold and the skin of, i don't know, a bunch of octopi, is miserable because they'll never find true love, except for a totally normal woman has the power to see their inner heart (which is normal) and fall in love with them for that (normally). villains can sometimes be like 'yeah this chick is super into the fact that i'm an eight foot tall deathbot, we're both evil like that' but ben grimm can't get a date! even blind women are a little concerned that he's literally made out of rocks. it never works out because the writers either can't imagine or can't admit that no matter the freak, there's a bigger, hornier freak who's praying for a chance to shoot their shot.
i don't know. it's just interesting. obviously modern comics can acknowledge a lot more sexual variance than the stuff from fifty years ago, but it's just kinda neat to consider the bizarre limitations a heteronormative paradigm enforces on a population of very strange characters.
and also i feel like in real life ben grimm's DMs would be full of incredibly horny geologists going PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE all day long.