i saw a post the other day that said ‘stop weighing people’s value by how much revenue they generate’ and agreed, and then i just stopped for a moment. because wow, i’ve come a long way? i mean, it’s not the same exactly, but when i was in school i hardcore believed that my worth as an individual was pretty much exclusively derived from my academic performance. i wasn’t quite so harsh on the people around me in terms of academics? but that was mostly because they all had other skills to boost their 'value’. like maybe they were good at sports, or could play an instrument, or were very beautiful, or something. i didn’t have those - or at least i didn’t believe i had those - so i just kept sinking my entire concept of self into the quality of my academic 'product’. it took a catastrophic mental breakdown to put the first serious dent in that, and going on four years gone from it i realize i’ve definitely grown into a healthier person all around? but that post gave me an odd little shock, reading it and agreeing to it without a voice in the back of my head saying except you. you’re worthless unless you’re producing results. i guess it’s a little pathetic, that my window of improvement has a benchmark labeled 'not constantly evaluating your objective worth on a scale of Garbage to Adequate’ - like, that seems like such a low bar to meet? - and it took me a long time to get here, but… i’m a little proud of myself, for that. i feel… good. generally, all-around baseline good. somehow despite everything that’s happening right now, and even despite occasional lapses, i’m doing okay? and i’m proud of that.
((So I finally went through my inbox and sorted all the art that was submitted and boy howdy a lot of it wasn’t actually tagged as fanart, oops. Anywsays I’ve stuck everything in there that had a “fanart” tag on it into this post so, enjoy at your leisure!!))
- when the episode bills itself as a self-contained, filler-style episode about atlantis but instead addresses the biggest and most compelling mysteries of the entire series, the citadel and evil morty
- when roiland, harmon and co face nigh insurmountable fan expectations for delivering on the narrative promises and payoffs associated with evil morty but yet pull it off and deliver in the most delicious way while setting up even higher stakes for the ultimate revelations to come
- when the FUCKING CALLBACK SONG COMES ON AND YOUR JAW DROPS AT THE ABSOLUTE MASTERY OF STORYTELLING AT WORK. like holy shit, all the 4? 5? narrative threads of this episode interweaving and aligning on one theme, each simultaneously playing up and subverting their respective narrative tropes in that familiar, delightful way this show does so well? that’s just a mastery of craft you don’t see very often, all building up to a final shot and final reveal that just satisfies.
- when you know that it’s not “en vogue” to be this fucking enthusiastic about rick and morty anymore because some of the fans suck in a major way, but you don’t care?? because the show is still this goddamn excellent? fight me
Y’all know how every single Wayne child is the maximum amount of dramatic? A truly impressive and extra amount? It’s because they interact almost solely with superheroes and super villains, both of whom speak in full monologues by design. It’s a pretty obvious cause to effect relationship, right?
The less obvious part is the true cause of every single bit of it: superheroes, super villains, Wayne children, even the overwhelmingly dramatic aesthetic of Gotham itself. One man is responsible, and his name is Bruce Wayne.
Listen, Gotham City is Like That because it’s 100% impossible to live a normal life when there’s a dude in a bat suit posing dramatically on your rooftop. You can’t do it. It’s also impossible to fight said man in a bat suit without monologuing back at him when he starts yelling about Justice and Morality and whatever the hell else he’s on about this week. Furthermore, it is absolutely impossible to be friends with that dude without absorbing the drama, and it’s even moreimpossible to peacefully be his child.
Honestly? The marketing team is just trying to have a normal quarter meeting, but nooooo, Tim and Damian can’t make it through thirty minutes without “YOU SHOULD HAVE KILLED ME WHEN YOU HAD THE CHANCE,” and frankly this is not what they signed up for. Why do they all talk like that?
Yeah, it’s Bruce’s fault.
But why does Bruce talk like that? That one comes down to two factors: the obvious death of his parents and the man that ended up raising him. You see Alfred Pennyworth is a classically trained Shakespearean actor, and that was bound to bleed over.
After his parents’ deaths, when Bruce was at his lowest, he remembered all his favorite books. All those heroes suffered, right? Most of them lost everything, but they did the right thing anyway. It helped them, and it helped other people.
And when Bruce decided that he wanted to be a hero, the voice in his head that told him how a hero sounds was Alfred’s. Adventure sounds like Alfred reading The Count of Monte Cristo by flashlight on a stormy night when Bruce couldn’t sleep in the thunder. Heroism sounds like Alfred reciting the legend of Arthur over breakfast on a winter morning while the fog rolls past the windows. Destiny looks like Alfred in a blanket cape, brandishing a stick like a sword– “Let the angel whom thou still has served tell thee, Macduff was from his mother’s womb untimely ripped!”
So yeah, Bruce is a little over the top, but who can blame him? He learned from the best.