batman ing

when the joker breaks out of arkham and dad won’t let you help

when your brother dies the next fUKinG day

when your brother comes back to life but now has to deal with the trauma associated with his resurrection and refuses to let anyone close and dad is being a fucking shithead and still won’t let you help

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elendilcawdor  asked:

Hi Peaches!! I love your comics. I'm really sorry if this is a common question you get, though I just wanted to ask, have you ever felt hopeless during your transition? Not that you should have, you're cute as fuck; this is just something I've been having trouble getting over. I'm in my third month of hrt, and I'm just terrified of only ever looking like a man with boobs.

Aw, thank you! 
3 months, wow! Grats, grats, grats! 

And no! I said it before, I’ll say it again!

Transitions are built on hope!

There are times where I feel sad or dysphoric, sure, but I never lose hope.

I try and maintain an upbeat and positive attitude, and as I’ve stated in Strip #65 , I do my best to convert that gross energy into something positive and constructive to hopefully make others happy. 

I’m very fortunate to have my Self-Esteem Team, and I sure hope you have your own! Anytime I’m not feeling valid enough or upset, I’ve always got a cheerleader on the sidelines, be it my two partners, my dates, and of course, my friends.

There’s a character (well, at least when he’s written by the brilliant hand of Paul Dini) that I hold deeply in my heart, ever since I was a kid, who showed me that we can take the most negative of our circumstances and respond in a way that’s constructive and beneficial to others even though we may have our own demons we fight every single day. 

You all know him.

Originally posted by neogohann

THIS Batman is one of my biggest driving forces in life.

In childhood, I thought 

“Wow. Batman’s parents died right in front of him. He could be a bad guy just like Joker or Pengiun or Two-Face, but he fights for others, even though he’s very sad.” 

My therapist during my first year at college coined the phrase “Batman-ing.” Again, turning your negative circumstance into a pure energy and driving force for personal growth and to create. 

In terms of my transition, I’m doing what I can with the cards I’ve been dealt.

I’m doing my absolute best, and I’m trying to be the best person I can be despite all the obstacles thrown my way.

Whatever anger or fear or sadness that boils in my heart can turn into happiness, hope, and perseverance if I just alter the perspective a little bit and keep moving. 

My validity as a woman is defined by my confidence in how I identify. 

HRT and passing will be the icing on the cake, but I will never doubt myself. Never. 

Neither should you. We’re strong, you know?

Women are strong.

“SAME” F***ING VOICE! of the day.

Today’s Voice Actor is: Frank Welker


Praise be to Frank Welker.

Title: Hiding in Plain(er) Sight

Characters: Robin!Dick Grayson x Reader, Wally West, M’gann M’orzz, Kaldur’ahm, Bruce Wayne

Word Count: 1.2k

Rating/Warnings: K+ (no swearing, mentions of violence)

Summary: You join the Young Justice team and find out that maybe everyone you hung out with is a superhero.

Request/Notes: || The reader is best friends with Dick Grayson and Wally West. The reader also referred to as female

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in part because of one of my successful posts, I’ve seen a fair amount of folks being like “Well Actually bruce wayne does do things for gotham besides batman-ing.” but:

  1. that’s not one of the major aspects of his character. I’m sure it’s been touched on in plenty of stories, but it’s not generally the focal point. certainly, in non-comic stories - the arkham games (as far as I’m aware) and the dark knight trilogy - even this lip service to “well he does other good things” isn’t paid except for the part where I guess bruce wayne campaigns against arkham city? which is extremely hypocritical given how fine he is with enforcing the prison-industrial complex under normal circumstances but Anyway
  2. gotham is permanently portrayed as something that can’t be un-fucked, either just because or through some nonsense like a demon curse I guess, depending on the writer. but it doesn’t have to be that way, because it is a fictional story. it was constructed as such by the writers. if batman is really doing all this for gotham, why doesn’t it have an impact? even if we accept that batman is taking actually meaningful action, then what subtext can arise from this except “no amount of intervention or aid will stop bad things, only violence from the powerful?”
  3. the gotham p.d. is often portrayed as hideously corrupt, in which case batman should be spending as much time fighting them as street criminals - arguably more time fighting them, tbh, given the disproportionate power they wield. he rarely does this. failing to portray the gotham p.d. as corrupt, however, makes no sense from a storytelling standpoint (if gotham’s so terrible, why wouldn’t its police force be?) and reinforces the idea that Cops Are Good And Crimesters Are Bad
  4. any story - regardless of how well it’s told and regardless of how many angles it covers - which focuses on a rich white savior beating up poor and explicitly mentally ill people is reinforcing reactionary bullshit unless it portrays them as a pretty unambiguous villain, sorry

anonymous asked:

Dogg, I had a dream last night that I was the Batman for a small town. Like, every town had one Batman. But then I broke the wheel of my BatBike, which was just a normal bicycle with weird wheels made like a cage. And the bike fell down a ledge and by the time I got down there, someone had taken it. And now they were the town Batman and there was nothing I could do about it.

Community Batman-ing is a much more effective tactic than just having one violent, rich, white guy declare himself to be the Batman.

Dents: Why The Winter Soldier Was So Good

If you want to understand what Captain America: The Winter Soldier is all about, watch the shield. Yes, it’s a very good movie, probably the best of the Marvel flicks so far. Yes, it’s a four-color take on a Seventies political thriller, which is why Robert Redford was so wonderfully cast. Yes, it had issues of moral complexity that, depending on where you sit were either painstakingly simplistic or deeply adventurous for a billion dollar tentpole flick. 

But what matters is the shield.

Because when Captain America’s shield hits something in this movie, there’s an impact. It slices into walls and stays there. It gets used to hack open padlocks and smash through things. When Cap takes a corner too fast and bounces off the wall, shield-first, it leaves a mark. 

And that’s what the movie’s about. Nothing happens in a vacuum. Everything makes ripples. Everything has unintended consequences. Even the purest thing on the planet - either Cap’s conscience or his vibranium alloy shield - can’t help leaving a trail of damage wherever it goes, even if it was put into play for what were presumably the best of reasons.

Which is why, and I know i’m getting all Film Critic Hulk here (maybe Film Critic Doc Samson? Film Critic Abomination? Whatever) it’s such a big deal when Cap throws his shield at the Winter Soldier and the Winter Soldier catches it before returning serve and knocking Cap on his ass. The purest thing in Cap’s arsenal just got turned around on him. Never mind what just happened to Nick Fury, this is the real signifier that the old rules don’t apply, and that your best efforts just might be what gets you killed.

So that, really, is why I loved the movie. Well acted, yup - it’s really an ensemble piece for Chris Evans, Scarlett Johansson and Anthony Mackie, and they play off each other beautifully. The deep cut easter eggs for the Marvel true believers are fun without requiring you to be Comic Book Guy. The action scenes feel like a comic book, Batroc the Leaper gets his fifteen minutes, and the Russo brothers do a superb job of melding the slippery camerawork of those 70s thrillers with the shiny CGI demanded of a Marvel blockbuster.

That being said, it all comes back to the shield. And every time it cut into sheetrock or metal, every time it left an imprint on the world I cheered a little. This was the first time a modern superhero film really interacted with its world. Talk all you want about the Nolan Batmans and the Manhattan carnage of The Avengers, their violence was all spectacle. Buildings explode. Stadiums crumble. Bridges go down. Cliffside mansions get knocked into the ocean by arrays of missiles. These are things beyond the scope of the everyday. They’re showy statements. (That, incidentally, was always the basic disconnect with Nolan’s Batman: he’s a street-level character without superpowers who exists on a plane of wealth so far beyond comprehension that his Batman-ing seems the least effective thing he could do. Better to buy up Gotham - real estate’s cheap - and rebuild it than squat on rooftops waiting for muggers.)

Cap, however, makes dents you can see. Maybe the ones in your office wall are a little smaller and not quite as deep, but that’s a difference of degree, not of kind. These are impacts we can understand. These are, to be brutally honest, the things we all leave behind in our lives as we struggle along, bouncing off people and things, and leaving indelible marks as we do so.

Even if we try not to. Just like Cap, and his shield.