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Let Me Introduce You To Someone Named Kate Kane AKA....

BATWOMAN MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

KATE KANE!!! FUCKING KATE KANE!!!

FUCK YES! i love Kate Kane’s Batwoman! she is my favorite female superhero. But i am going to put aside my fangirling to explain why she ranks among the long list of good female characters. 

Upon your first look she’s a copy of Bruce Wayne, Heir to a wealthy family, There was a tragedy in said family when she was a girl [Though she still has a living parent afterwards] and of course she wears a bat costume and goes around Gotham fighting crime. She even gets her own personal Robin [Firebird] later. However Kate has come into her own and become a superhero in her own right.

After her mother’s death and her sister’s…death. Kate was brought up by her father and was at one point enrolled at West Point before her expulsion because she refused to hide she was a lesbian. And the next few years of her life were basically her spiraling downwards until her chance encounter with Batman that inspired her to don a mask herself.

As well as being incredibly competent when it comes to fighting. Kate is also the definition of Tough. She has shown strength both mentally and physically during circumstances such as successfully killing a man after he’d stabbed her in the heart, often pushes through recovery quickly so she can return to work rescued her father while battling nasty hallucinations at the same time and after being crushed by a rock she willingly overdosed so she could be brought back Lazurus-Pit style and then just went straight back to work. [HOW DO YOU EVEN!!!] 

Personality-wise she is extremely dedicated to her work and is respectful and proud of her military upbringing. She’s also bluntly honest, particularly when it comes to topics such as her sexuality and refuses to conform to expectations of her behavior, giving her a rebellious streak. She also absolutely HAS to have a cause to support or she believes she will drift in life again and despite her claims she has a deep-seated need to be loved and this shows through her interactions with Renee Montoya and Maggie Sawyer. But throughout it all Kate Kane is a tough, proud, honest LGBT crime-fighter who hates mornings and is always prepared for the cause. [And she can just marry me right now]

Also she has an action figure so get out your Christmas lists.

Next Time: We go back in time before Wonder Woman to look at a forgotten female superheroine.

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Tumblr ate the other post … so here is a redone version.

My sister loves @emuyh-art‘s spideypool au and showed me this so I had to draw it for her.

things some of my favourite musicals have taught me

-how to make an omelette
-a basic understanding of the history of america
-a basic understanding of the history of america from a mormon’s perspective
-in order to be successful, you don’t need to have brains or knowledge, just popular
-Spanish
-how to kill someone and make it look like a suicide
-how many minutes there are in a year
-how to tell if someone is gay or European
-it’s really easy to fake emails
-don’t sell drugs kids, even if you have the hots for the person you’re selling them to
-always be aware of autocorrect
-how to break in a glove
-nice is different than good
-everyone’s a little bit racist sometimes
-it’s too late to screw at 4am
-revolutions likely end in death
-almost all bankers, bums and barbers know how to read
-‘pop’ is a suitable synonym for the verb ‘chew’
-how many people resided in newfoundland before 9/11
-how many people were redirected to newfoundland after 9/11

(might add more as time goes on)

So there’s a Harry Potter AU Victuuri + Durmstrang student Victor Nikiforov trend going on twitter and I hopped onto that bandwagon as soon as I could CUZ I AM TRASH FOR HARRY POTTER AU

It’s been 100 days since you kissed her,
And that doesn’t matter anymore or maybe the fact that I’m still counting means that it still matters all too much

I guess what I’m trying to say is that it doesn’t hurt like a knife anymore. I can see you without wanting to run as fast as I can (I still haven’t decided whether I wanted to run to you or away from you)

Somewhere during these 100 days my body got tired of being sad over someone who doesn’t deserve my tears, who never deserved me in the first place. So maybe it does still matter, but it doesn’t hurt as much and I guess that means I’m getting somewhere

Dear love, I don’t think you understand the power you have over me. How easily you can make my day or ruin my week by a simple text. You have the power to let me grow or to tear me down and you don’t even realise

Pinky.

I remember all the promises we’ve made together—all the good things you’ve said that I thought would last forever. We were like kids writing our futures without knowing how time could change us—how the world will try to always make us reminisce the past. How the people around us will try to mold us into something we didn’t want.

Ring.

It was the different type of love. I don’t know if fate is real or if destiny confuses us about what we feel. But I always imagine you with me, and my heart beating with yours in symphony. It was the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. The most wonderful feeling I couldn’t get tired of.

Middle.

There’s always something that goes in between. Pedestrians passing by— every time the traffic lights signal us to stop. When you were walking fast yet caught up behind someone who is walking slowly enough. When you already want to do the things you love, but you saw something that puts a doubt in your heart. When you thought you already found someone who you can’t enjoy living without.

Index.

I choose you over anything else, hoping that you’ll also end up picking me over everybody else. Yet I put a finger on your lips telling you to stop spreading all the sugar coated lies. I point to your chest, hoping for you to be honest. Darling I think I couldn’t take it anymore, if you continue to pretend that you still love me more.

Thumb.

Believe when I say that everything will be okay, even if it will take a lot of time for me to heal. In the end I will surely learn from all of this things. I will still carry the love I have somewhere inside me. Not for you, but for—each and every—broken part of me. This is how I should let go of you. One by one, I’ll remove my fingertips away from holding your hands. One by one I’ll let go of you so you can rest and breathe. Day by day, letting go will ease the pain.

And until my hands stop bleeding, my soul will suddenly appreciate the wonderful life I’m living. In the end my heart will learn how to love myself more—and will finally consider it as my home.

—  ma.c.a // I should stop holding on you