BATMAN BEYOND VOL. 2: RISE OF THE DEMON TP Written by DAN JURGENS • Art and cover by BERNARD CHANG Batman is drawn into a battle against global conquest after a violent visit from his old foe, Curare, pulls him into the fray. A new world power that no one anticipated or recognizes is reengineering large swaths of the planet, and Batman’s only chance of success hinges on an old friend joining him in the fight that looms ahead as Terry must face one of Bruce’s old teammates. Collects issues #6-12. On sale JANUARY 10 • 168 pg, FC, $16.99 US ISBN: 978-1-4012-7522-8
Wake up early enough to start your day peacefully. Wake up, ignore your phone, and take a deep breath, today will bring greatness. Stretch. Trust me. Spend your morning moving at a snail pace, caring for yourself and making time for all you need to do. The morning will decide your mood for the day, make sure you are at a place of happiness and gratitude.
Okay kids today we’re gonna talk about Edmonia Lewis
Edmonia was a sculptor in the 19th century, and was half African-American and half Native American. She was one of the first people of colour from America to earn international fame and success for her artwork. She started sculpting during the civil war and trained under some of the most influential abolitionist sculptors of the time.
Not only was she a successful WOC artist, but she sculpted other people of colour in the neoclassical style:
Forever Free (1867)
Old Arrow-Maker and his Daughter (1866)
The Marriage of Hiawatha (1866)
Do you know how rare it was in the 19th century to have a piece of artwork show black people or Native Americans without them being ‘savages’ or half naked? Let me tell you, it’s pretty damn rare.
She would purposely leave her women more clothed than her male figures to desexualise them, and I probably don’t need to tell you why that was important at this time (if you really want to see how white artists saw black women, look up American Slave and The Virginian Slave).
Unfortunately she was made to make her female figures look more European as she got backlash accusing her of inserting herself into figures BUT they’re still hugely impressive given that most famous sculptors at this time had teams of people working on their work and adding all the details by hand, whereas Edmonia did absolutely everything herself.
Basically I think about Edmonia Lewis a lot and I think more people should know about her.
I can’t believe that my boys, the only idol group under a small label that was in debt at the time of their debut, who used to sleep with all seven members in one small room, with one on a bare mattress on the floor- my boys who would spend 100% of their free time practicing and working on music even until the early morning- my boys who have actually never stopped working since their debut- my boys who had to deal with people telling them that they would never make it, that they were hiphop wannabes, that they weren’t “real” artists, who had to deal with their own ups&downs with their mental health, are now not only rich&successful but have become one of the few groups to pave kpop’s way into international fame and are now the first kpop act to ever attend the bbmas, one of the largest american music awards. I am so so so proud.
Success starts with a mindset that is willing. Willing to bend, adapt and strive for more. You will never achieve anything if you fail to believe in your own abilities to persist. Convince yourself you are already a success, a success who has bigger goals, a success who knows how to work. With a attitude coated in success, you will never fail again.
EXO went from being treated as a joke by the Korean public during their debut to being one of the most respected music groups in Korea.
EXO went from performing in elementary schools to being the youngest Kpop group to perform in Tokyo Dome and selling out tickets for Korea’s biggest stadium in a flash.
EXO went from being degraded by the Korean public even if they were the youngest Kpop group to win the daesang to proving themselves worthy of the daesang they received by accumulating seventeen daesangs in a span of five years.
They don’t deserve ANY of your bullshit statements saying that they were only successful because they’re from SM. It’s not easy to get accepted into SM in the first place, and not all artists from SM end up being widely known and successful although they gave the effort.
EXO didn’t lose three members, face two dating scandals and still break records after that only to be fed with your negative bullshit. And according to Korean media standards, EXO would’ve already fallen down by now because they lost THREE members, not one and had TWO dating scandals, not one. But EXO proved that wrong and continued climbing their way up to the top and become one of the most successful bestselling artists in the Korean pop industry.
We are not asking you to stan EXO, we are asking you to RESPECT them and their hard work. Because whether you admit it or not, EXO is a group worthy of respect. I don’t care if you’re not well acquainted with their fans. Don’t drag them into it, because they’re not doing anything to you.
If you have nothing good to say, then kindly just shut up. It won’t hurt you to do that, won’t it?
Everyone is posting their theories on who shattered Pink Diamond. I’ve seen it going every direction: Yellow Diamond did it; White Diamond did it; Pearl did it. And while I’m a big believer that Pearl was, at the VERY least, involved in her shattering, I also have an alternate theory.
Consistently, whenever Pink Diamond’s demise has been mentioned–in her presence–Pearl has always shown great distress. At first I assumed it was grief; if you subscribe the the theory that Pearl belonged to Pink Diamond, it might be caused by any residual feelings she might have about her Diamond. Perhaps it has been because the act has ruined Rose’s name or because of how Steven found out.
We don’t know why, but Pearl has always shown great duress whenever Pink Diamond’s shattering is brought up.
The Crystal Gem rebellion was only as successful as it was in great part due to Rose’s healing abilities. So long as they weren’t shattered, she could bring her comrades back from mortal injury with her tears. It’s very likely that, particularly during the early stages of the rebellion, that their chances were dismally low.
Lots of people have pointed out that only a diamond can break a diamond, which has been one of the big reasons why people believe Pink was shattered by another diamond. The only problem is why? We’ve seen that Yellow, though she manages her grief well, is still very torn up by the loss of Pink Diamond.
Though she was hasty in The Trial and most of her actions could easily be perceived as an attempt to cover up her own part in the shattering of Pink Diamond, Yellow has never been a patient gem. She is quick to anger and though she may keep a calm facade, she has always been quick to lash out.
In Message Received, even when Peridot is still obeying respectful protocols, when she tries to convince Yellow to abort the Cluster and preserve the Earth she lays into Peridot.
This is before Peridot outright disobeys her orders and calls her diamond a clod. She probably would have given Peridot the same treatment she gave the Zircons if she had been physically present. I really don’t believe Yellow had anything to do with what happened to Pink Diamond.
A lot of people have been concerned by White Diamond’s failure to appear at the trial of the gem who was believed to have killed Pink Diamond. It is very suspicious, especially since we know nothing of White Diamond. We only have the very barest of ideas of what she looks like because of the murals on the moon base.
We of course see something of her likeness on Homeworld.
Blue Zircon mentioned during The Trial that Rose Quartz had already been an established threat for a few hundred years. This means that Pink Diamond wasn’t shattered until a few hundred years after the start of the rebellion.
What if the Crystal Gems were losing the war? What if they needed something to turn the tide in their favor? What if they could get their hands on a bargaining chip? In the early stages of the rebellion, there likely weren’t many gems on Rose’s side. It seems possible that, even during the events of The Answer, that Rose and Pearl were the only rebel gems. After all, if they wanted to wage an assault against Blue Diamond and her court, wouldn’t they want to bring more than two gems?
What if they knew they didn’t stand a chance? So they wanted to level the playing field. If only a diamond can shatter a diamond, it’s unlikely that Rose or Pearl would have been able to deal the killing blow. However, that doesn’t mean they can’t destroy a diamond’s physical form.
What if Pearl and/or Rose managed to destroy Pink Diamond’s physical form and took her gem? What if they brought her gem to the diamonds and turned the war into a hostage negotiation? Pink Diamond could be safely returned but only if Homeworld abandoned the Earth. This doesn’t seem like too desperate a tactic, especially if there are only two gems standing against the might of their planet.
What if they tried to bargain with White Diamond? A diamond’s life for a single planet seems like a fair trade. But what if White Diamond wasn’t willing to negotiate. What if White Diamond forsake Pink Diamond, shattering her when her gem was put up for ransom?
After all, we’ve seen a mural depicting a gem of a very great visual similarity to White once before. A mural illustrating Rose Quartz standing before White Diamond, holding something very pink and diamond-shaped between them. All while White Diamond lashes out.
Maybe the reason Pearl gets upset at the mention of Pink Diamond is because they never meant to shatter her; but it was because of their actions that she was shattered at all.
When the sky is not clear and the air is not warm it is easy to think that nothing is going well. The sun needs a break too, sometimes. A star is still a star whether you can see it or not, apply this logic to yourself. People do not need to see you work hard to know that you are doing it, you are strong enough on your own. Believe in everything in yourself and see where it takes you.
In the pursuit of perfection, never forget who helped you. There will be times of real struggles, and I mean heart breaking, on the floor crying, no idea when it will get better struggles. That is when people will pick you up and make you push on. Don’t forget where you came from and who made you the person you are today.
In spite of everything I love
Harley Quinn but, damn, writers treat her so badly. I swear, the temptation to
make her actually stupid must be terrible because it’s so often implied, or
explicitly stated, that she slept her way through school. First of all, it
does not work like that. Second, she’s
not a therapist or a psychologist, she’s a psychiatrist, she’s a fricking MD
and a damn young one too. Managing pre-med and collegiate gymnastics that she
relied on to keep her scholarship? Harley is fucked up, but she’s not the dumb
blonde she plays. (also stop making her stacked, she’s a gymnast. she is 4’11”
of pure muscle and is not top heavy)
If you want a good Harley
backstory it’s simple. She’s ADHD but medicated and slightly robotic because of
it. I want to take special care not to demonize meds but, rather, people’s
disapproval of neurodivergence and a lack of focus on what is best for a
patient rather than what is most convenient for others. So, maybe, around ten
years old Harley is a hyperactive space cadet who’s brilliant at tests but
sloppy at coursework, who would be a gymnastics prodigy if she could actually
focus on technique and put in practice time instead of fooling around. Then the
meds come and it’s actually really cool because she can do the things she needs
to do instead of just wanting to do them, doing something else entirely, and
getting in trouble. People are proud of her, she’s proud of herself. But now
there are expectations. Family and teachers and coaches overschedule her, find
worth only in her success and don’t care about her mental health at all as long
as she’s performing and castigate her when she does fail. Fuck if you don’t
internalize that. But she doesn’t look unhealthy and she’s doing amazing. She
actually has to choose between the Olympic trials and continuing her grad
studies. She probably has some issues with self-harm but it either doesn’t look
like self-harm or is well covered up.
When Arkham accepts her, fresh
from her residency, it’s not a mistake. The woman is amazing. All they can see
is a mountain of achievements rather than the seething ball of nerves,
self-loathing, and imposter syndrome boiling just under the surface. That’s
when Joker comes in. He’s got the Hannibal Lecter shtick down. Where everyone
else sees an intelligent driven young woman he sees a frightened overwhelmed
girl who is working her hardest to convince the world she’s anyone other than
herself. Sending her into a nervous breakdown would be too easy so he doesn’t even
bother. Instead he’s open with her, almost friendly. The other doctors are
amazed, Harley is amazed, she’s not done anything particularly revolutionary
but, for the first time in forever, it looks like the clown prince of crime is
showing progress. He unravels her and it’s a challenge, she flinches back and
gets very serious when he comes too close to the real Harley under the
professional. Still, soon she’s questioning everything. She doesn’t even really
like her co-workers. She hasn’t had a real friend in years. She’s forgotten how
to have fun. Did she ever want this to be her life or did she just do it for
other people? It starts so slowly that it looks, at first, like she’s getting
better at self-care. Maybe something totally silly one weekend, a trampoline
park where she can enjoy the way her toned body moves without stressing out
over landings, a face painting booth at a street fair, some garishly colored
downright tacky decoration that clashes with her sensible apartment. Suddenly
she realizes how much she hates knowing the difference between cream and ecru.
The beigeness of her life is repulsive. She hates the person she’s pretending
to be even more that she hates herself which is really saying something.
After her weekend of freedom she
would have called in sick if it wasn’t so suddenly important to see him. The
relief she feels at talking to one of Gotham’s most infamous supercriminals is
disturbing but it is relief and she’s been swallowing a slow-motion panic
attack for hours. She admits, though she shouldn’t, that she took his advice
about doing something fun and he teases her, what would straight-laced Doctor
Quinzel do for fun? Did she realphabetize her sock drawer or buy a new
clipboard? It’s not important to impress him, it’s really not. He’s dangerous,
cruel, and he looks so proud when she admits that she bought a lamp shaped like
a lawn flamingo. The only mistake, he says, is that she should have stolen it.
She hopes the wicked thrill it gives her doesn’t show on her face. It does. She
almost even laughs. He likes it when he can make her laugh and she likes it
when he likes things.
It’s wrong and unprofessional,
the relationship she develops, and she knows it but her whole life she’s been
so high strung. Nothing she’s done has been for her, she’s not sure she knows
how to really do selfish things anymore, but he knows the selfish things she
needs to do. It feels good when she follows his advice even when it’s small
things like the rainbow striped socks she wears concealed under her very bland
slacks and sensible shoes. She’s so happy, almost giddy, and he loves her
happiness, he loves her, he loves the real her that she’s had to beat down and
hide for so long, the her that even she isn’t able to love. She is able to love
him, though, and since he loves her she’s able to love herself for him, to
protect and nurture something so important to him.
When the choice comes between
her old self, the tedious endless labor of making the world proud, and Him, the
spectacular man that brought color into her life, it’s not even a question.
She kills Doctor Harleen Quinzel, she throws away the version of her that let
herself burn just for medals and hollow accolades. She embraces Harley Quinn
and it’s so much a part of her nature she can’t even see that she’s still
living her life for someone else’s approval, except this time that person is a murderous
clown. She hasn’t let her hair down, she’s just put it in pigtails instead of a
Wake up every morning with your intentions set and prominent in your mind. Every day you hold the capability to achieve and succeed. Every step towards your goal is a step in the right direction, no matter how small it may seem. Everyday you have opportunities to accomplish greatness, do not pass anything up.
Wherever you are in the world, I hope your night is as breathtaking and beautiful as you, and you’re living a life you are passionately proud of. I want you to know that despite everything I have seen, everything that I’ve been through, everything that I’ve felt, and everything that I’ve done in my life; I’m becoming better for you. I’ve always promised myself that no matter what happened or where I found myself in this life, I would never stop believing I’d find you. Some days that feels like a promise I made to a different person because the person I was when I made it is someone I can barely remember anymore.
Tonight, I think about that same girl and can’t help in wanting to strive to become the best person I know I can; a girl you can be proud to call your own forever. I want to be the girl you show off to every person we pass in life and the girl who makes you happy to open your eyes each and every morning to take on this vast unknown world together. The thought of finding you someday has helped me get up each morning and face my day through not only my days of success but also through my days of defeat and failures. When I had to pick myself up and piece myself back together many times over, I did because I knew you’d be in that life someday.
Because of you, I get up each day with intention of wanting to make my life beautiful and share with the world that I’m whole and complete by myself because I made it to where I am on my own when nobody else was. In many ways, I am, because I fought to get out of a hole that felt as if I would never be able to climb to see the top of. I did that for me, but I know those broken parts of me I never thought would find their way back to each other were held together by the thought of you.
My heart and my soul have taken me in many directions before you. I have felt and experienced life’s greatest treasures of love through following it and at times have experienced life’s greatest pain in heartbreak. It’s been through my pain that I’ve grown and realized my worthiness of love and how to love in a way that you are deserving of. I used to be so afraid of the future and meeting the deadline of milestones I was never going to make that I planned. But, you’ve unknowingly become my reason I’m okay with taking my time in growing and learning to love myself and this beautiful life I’ve been given.
You’ve encouraged me to push the extra mile to create my own happiness and succeed with my accomplishments in life at this very moment. So, maybe today isn’t our wedding day but I know I will find you when I’m least expecting to and marry you when our paths finally meet its moment of impact. Know this, things aren’t always going to be easy with us. We’re going to fight, but here is my promise to you that I will never let you go to bed knowing you’re upset with me. Even when I’m right, I’ll take my pride and set it aside knowing there is no one else in this world I’d want by my side than you. I will let you win, but truthfully, I will always win when it comes to loving you.
So here is my promise to you in always being soft and cautious with your heart and soul, my promise to be patient when our lungs are filled with frustration and doubt, and my promise to be empathetic and listen when we don’t see eye to eye. Here is my promise to be kind and loving in allowing silence to fill the space between us instead of hurtful words we’ll regret, and my promise to always kiss you gently filling every beautiful part of you with nothing but sunshine and light. Here is my promise to be whatever you need and whatever you want of me.
I have no idea how, or where, or when I will meet you but anytime I start to lose hope, I’ll remember I’m not only keeping this promise to myself, but also to you. I promise I’ll do everything I can to become someone who deserves you before I meet you so that one day when we reach our moment of impact, I’ll be exactly who you need me to be.