they were supposed to be canon!

anonymous asked:

Hey, how big do you think its the possibility that Hori will use the inspiration of "he became a hero for the girl he like" that his first design of Kirishima had for his flashback? I mean, Hori has been know to have drastically changed things from where they were, like Bakugou being, well, Bakugou instead of the good person who only hurt others by accident, or how Tsuyu, Mei and Hagakure were supposed to be boys. And it seems maybe Crimson Riot will have something to do with it. What you think?

Ooooooo….let’s talk about beta Kirishima for a minute. I’ll be referring to this translation of beta Kirishima. 

There are some similarities between beta Kirishima and canon Kirishima, but there are obviously big differences, just like there are lots of differences between the all beta characters and their canon counterparts. Kirishima’s and beta Kirishima’s Quirks especially are very different. You can see how Kirishima was inspired from beta!Kirishima though. 

I think I’m the only person who’s not into the idea of Kirishima being a hero for a girl he likes. For one thing, the manga doesn’t foreshadow any girl in Kirishima’s life at all. Plus, there are so many reasons for Kirishima to be a hero, but it doesn’t seem like doing it for a girl is one of them. This is more of a personal preference, but I also think Kirishima being a hero for a girl sounds lame and cliche. XP 

Yeah, I don’t think Kirishima is being a hero for a girl. 

People are so fixated on beta!Kirishima being a hero for a girl he likes, that they ignore other parts of beta!Kirishima. For instance, beta!Kirishima is a high school delinquent. I wonder if his delinquency will come into play for Kirishima’s character. I was speculating Kirishima was a former delinquent without taking beta!Kirishima into consideration. Why aren’t more people talking about the delinquent aspect of beta!Kirishima? Is the romance so interesting that people are overlooking other parts? 

I hope the manga will talk about Crimson Riot soon. It’s been nearly 100 chapters. That was forever ago. I am really curious about how he affected Kirishima and the inspiration he had for Kirishima to become a hero. 

I wonder why Kirishima wants to be a hero.

Does he want to help people?

Does he want to gain back his self-confidence?

Does he enjoy being a hero?

Does he want to have a purpose in life?

Does he want to get stronger?

Is he trying to save someone?

Is he trying to become a different person?

Does he want to be like Crimson Riot?

Does he want to be manly?

Does he want respect?

Remember when I reblogged a few things about some kind of a project I was taking part in?

Here’s why. I’m one of the 100 writers taking part in the project brought to life by @spnshortstories. Every writer was supposed to write a 1200 (or less) words long canon, ship-free and smut free story, getting inspired by one of the seasons. All the stories are going to be printed out as an antholoy, in an actual book and sold to the people interested (hope you’re one of those, I highly encourage you to check the page of the project out, because without people interested there will be no project, pretty much), and the money gathered will benefit IAMAlive charity and Archive Of Our Own.

We, the writers, were encouraged to post a little teaser of our stories, to give you a taste of what’s coming.

The season I was writing for was Spring and here is a teaser from my fic titled The Chase:

Honestly, this place seems to have rules of its own. I can’t even tell how much time has passed; there’s no sun, no moon, no nothing, except for days and nights that I swear are happening at random.

If you want to know more about the project, hop on @spnshortstories, all the answers will be there!

And I hope you’re excited, ‘cause I am :)

Seriously though it would have been so easy to have canon gay characters in the Harry Potter series. All this stuff that JK Rowling said about not having enough time or would distract from the original trio is nonsense. Case in point:

Seamus gave a great roar of delight then ran to give Dean a lung crushing hug before pulling him down into a desperate kiss that was hungrily returned. Harry supposed ‘best friends’ was no longer an accurate description of the pair. 

or:

There were duels all over the stairs and in the Hall, Death Eaters everywhere Harry looked. He saw Alicia and Katie share a passionate kiss before they raced down the corridor to join the battle.

or maybe:

“Did I know in my heart of hearts what Gellert Grindelwald was? I think I did, but I closed my eyes. I chose to be blinded by my love for him. A choice that has haunted me ever since” 

or perhaps:

As Harry entered the great hall he walked past Lavender and Parvati who were sitting opposite the latter’s twin with their bodies pressed close together while their hands held the others in a death like grip that showed no signs of ever being let go.

or even:

“Albus Severus” Harry said quietly, so that nobody but Ginny could hear him, who tactfully turned to talk to Oliver and Marcus as they waved off their own three boys. 

See all I had to do was just add in a sentence or not even that and suddenly ….. wow a gay character. That wasn’t too hard now was it JK. 

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Okay…..what’s going on? Is this a dream? First Cole replyin to Lili using a Betty/Jughead comic panel……and then Robert using the name Bughead officially to promote an episode and now KJ with his shipping declaration and endorsed by Lili and Camila?????? XDDD Feels like an alternate reality cos we didn’t think this pairing could ever get this far ngl xDDDD…. tho we certainly ain’t complainin so…. ;)

HOMESTUCK CHARACTER APPRECIATION

He had multiple blog.Lil post to appreciate characters:

  • John was into computer coding even though he sucked at it, liked magic tricks, and other actors that were not Nic Cage. (As for his ‘true sexuality’, no idea what’s going on there. Hussie stated that Homestuck would reach a gay singularity, but John has canonically stated he is not gay. Idk.)
  • Rose was messy as Hell. She wrote wizard fanfiction. She knitted. She was not always rational.
  • Kanaya was not always prim and proper. She grew jealous of Vriska’s other relationships, and cut her off with no explanation, which did not help her any- considering she was her moirail, and was supposed to keep her in line. She thought Rose was a troll at first, when she only knew her as tentacleTherapist.
  • Roxy could hack and code, liked science, and could fluently read morse code.
  • Vriska was a pretty big history geek sometimes. She roleplayed as her ancestor, and tried to manipulate everybody into reenacting history. Her bad relationships were, at times, the fault of others.
  • Tavros raised a goddamn army, no mind control needed. Even though he killed Jade’s Grandpa, he also saved her life in doing so. He tried roleplaying with Nepeta. He was friends with Gamzee, but only had one conversation with him that implied Gamzee had feelings for him in the slightest.
  • Terezi and Nepeta were good friends, and roleplayed together. Nepeta was okay with Karkat not reciprocating. She had a healthy moiraillegiance, not an abusive one. She wasn’t some delicate flower, she hunted and killed animals to eat. She tried roleplaying with Vriska.
  • Equius never abused or controlled Nepeta. He did not want her FLARPing with Vriska because she lost an arm, Tavros was paralysed, and Aradia died. It isn’t surprising why he didn’t want her to FLARP with them.
  • Eridan has not once said ‘wweh’ or ‘nyeh’ in canon. He only hit on people who he genuinely thought were into him. The pressure for him to find a matesprit was probably incredibly high considering his blood caste, so his actions were slightly understandable in the romantic sense. He used to be on good terms with Karkat.
  • ‘Fuckass’ was not the only swear Karkat ever used, Jesus. He also liked coding, but sucked at it. He was on good terms with Eridan before the drama started, being able to seemingly effortlessly calm him down. He talked with him in a very casual manner.
  • Jake had horrible memories of Jane. She got mad at him for forgetting her birthday, she became a trickster and tried to force him to marry her, and yet he still ran in front of a sword to save her.
  • Dave, in canon, said ‘y’all’. He was an amateur photographer. He liked collecting preserved dead things. He had multiple blogs. He literally had an entire SBaHJ arc dedicated to nachos. He grew a hatred of the sound of metal due to the strifes with his brother. (I will defend this poor boy to my grave, fight me)

I’ll probably add more to this another time.

Thank God that Genndy doesn’t use Twitter nor Tumblr ...

Because judging from how volatile some within the fandom are right now, invading the #jashi tag for three straight days with derogatory terms, verbally attacking some of the other members for having different views on the series, throwing a fit over two fictional characters becoming a canon couple I now firmly believe that we reached a level now where it’s worse than the Steven Universe fandom, no small feat I might add.

If no one is aware of what I am referring to, allow me to display this page from Tv Tropes on how far some of their “fans” took it once they allowed their anger at a ship becoming partially canon to cross the line.

Yes, Lauren Zuke had a mental meltdown because people on Tumblr lost their shit over two characters becoming potentially canon and took their anger on her for days. The culprits were from Tumblr.

Now I am less concerned about whether Jack x Ashi is canon or not or of the series in general, I don’t and can’t tolerate this ridiculous behavior of people within the fandom going at each other like entitled children, invading each other’s tags during what is supposed to be their leisure time, the verbal harassment on some of the members that are pouring their hearts on to their artwork of what they enjoy to ship and also now recently going after Phil Lamarr and Tara Strong’s Twitter as well.

Quit invading the #jashi tag with your derogatory shit, stop harassing Tara Strong and Phil Lamarr, and get over yourself about a fictional series and ship.

let me unpack some awesome references that a lot of people were able to pick up, but specifically one that I didn’t catch until today

this is Arsene, Akira’s first persona. Arsene is a reference to the gentleman thief Arsène Lupin by a French novelist

the stories that star Arsène Lupin were written by Maurice Leblanc, hence the name of the café that Akira’s guardian, Sojiro, runs. then there’s this last part of this series of references that i didn’t figure out until today

Sojiro Sakura’s appearance closely resembles that of

Daisuke Jigen, Lupin III’s right hand man. Lupin III, who is supposed to be Arsène Lupin’s grandson in the canon of the manga and anime series

an incomplete list of Actual Canon Things that monkey d luffy has done
  • snuck into the biggest, most important, most secure prison in the world by hanging off the most beautiful woman in the world’s ass
  • saw a zombie start to come out of grave. pushed it right back down
  • grabbed the people who were coming with him and jumped off a Very Very Tall Gigantic Elephant instead of climbing down like a normal person jfc luffy
  • got eaten by a snake once and just like. didnt realize it??
  • kinda kidnapped the mermaid princess?? except not really because she wanted to go but she wasn’t supposed to leave so his solution was to hide her in her shark’s mouth
    • keep in mind, she was like.. the size of a whale. which i mean very literally. like she was a giant mermaid. like 20x larger than luffy. jfc. the poor shark
    • luffy later hid in the shark too. the poor shark
  • refuses to be called a hero because a hero is the kind of person who would divide up and share the meat, and he’s going to eat all the meat himself
  • got really mad at laboon when his special seat on the Going Merry was snapped off by hitting laboon, so he rips off the mast and hits laboon with it??? why???
  • meets the kraken and decides to make it his pet
    • he fucking names it after a type of squid too, even though it’s an octopus
  • saw the most beautiful woman in the world naked. was just disappointed that there wasn’t food
  • a disembodied pair of legs got attached to his back so he decided that he was now a centaur
  • saw a talking tree and a unicorn. immediately tried to invite them to join the crew (his crew stopped him)
    • did the same thing with brook, actually, since brook is a skeleton
  • immediately upon meeting brook, he asks him if he poops
    • he does this a few other times too, to other non-human entities, but i cant remember specifics right now
      • also brook answers the question?? why??
        • he can poop, if anyone was curious
  • PUNCHED a CELESTIAL DRAGON in the FACE which admittedly isn’t weird at all compared to the rest of this stuff but it was DAMN SATISFYING

(Zoro) (characters)

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Partially Milo Archives? Bottom pic is from Oct 25th, 2016, when I was at the airport waiting to go back to Canada.

Lisa and Lance were supposed to appear in Murphy’s Lard, in Zack’s flashback, but it made no sense putting three underaged kids in a boat with no adult supervision, so their designs were archived. Don’t think they will ever exist on screen now (I was given permission by Dan to post these) but I think they are the cutest 6 year olds ever. IT was nice getting a character who was the oldest in his family… I feel for ya, Zack… Hardcore…

So now these two only exist in my little world of Milo :D  Zack is still the oldest in his family canonically but dunno if we will ever see little siblings. Though that’s nice, since it gives the audience something to create themselves ;D I will have more on these sweeties at a later date, but for now have these doodles :D *rushes back to work*

To all the people whining about Jaal being straight and not Bi...

•being straight is okay
•being gay/bi is okay
•Jaal is straight
•that’s okay
•Not Bi
•That’s okay too
•Not every person is Bi just like how not every fictional character is bi
•Dorian was gay in Dragon Age
and everyone lost their shit when there was a straight mod. “It changes his character and you’re making him not who he truly is.” Yeah, and you’re doing that to Jaal. Double standards!
• There was no queerbaiting, Bioware literally gave nothing away on the sexualities until you play the game
• I thought I would be able to romance Gil in the beginning but I can’t, that doesn’t mean they were “straight baiting”
• Bioware does not hate gays
• There were literally only four options of a straight relationship, all others were either Bi or gay
•Jaal is not Bi and there is nothing wrong with that. •Yes there are codes that suggest that he was supposed to be, but the game developers cut it for some reason and that makes him straight in canon.
•Stop making a big deal about it

~Xmen Preference~

-Softcore :)-

{I honestly have no idea what to call this mess. But these are softcore canons. These small set of canons contain sexual content, but it’s low level. So, enjoy~!}

A/N: I don’t know how bad these will turn out. Also these were supposed to be straight up sex canons but… It took a turn. So these are Canons with GIFS.

{{ALSO YOU KNOW YOU’RE SEXY AS FUCK. DON’T LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE. ALL THESE GUYS LOVE YOU FOR WHO YOU ARE. YOUR BODY IS FUCKING AMAZING.}}


 Hank McCoy- He’s pure. A terribly kind heart rests behind his chest cavity. The slightest touches from you gets his heart racing and his facing boiling to 360° degrees. He’s the guy you’ll find spending all day in the lab rather than all day in bed. He’s the guy that doesn’t need sex in a relationship. If your asexual. Cool. That’s perfectly fine with him. But… With the right strings pulled gently and not forced, sex could be amazing. 

Your first time together would be rather awkward, like any. He’d be a complete mess. Asking “Am I doing this right?” Or “Tell me if I’m hurting you, please.” He’d be as insecure as you. Reassurance spills from both of you. As time would go on, he’d learn what you liked and didn’t. Sex wouldn’t be an everyday thing. It would probably be an end of the week surprise. 

-His lips ghost over your raw ones. His hands would be busy running over your body’s curves and luscious hair. Those beautiful baby blue eyes, so captivating, never leave your gaze. He’s all yours and your all his. Both your shirts are off, but both of you remain undistracted. Just the love from each other’s gazes could be just enough for a mental high.-


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so let me get this right

at the start of the noble bachelor, we get watson mentioning his engagement, and then we go on to hear about a case where two people are getting married but one of them’s heart already belongs to someone else, that they were previously married in secret, and that they’re only marrying their new fiancé because they can’t be with the person they truly love

am i or am i not supposed to be drawing the conclusion then that watson’s engagement is the same… that his heart belongs to someone else, that he’s already secretly “married,” and that he’s only marrying his new fiancé because he can’t actually marry holmes (and needs a beard)?

Title: Just Ask Me To
Rating: Explicit
Paring: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Genre: Canon compliant, The X Factor era
Words: WIP (~103 K)

“You’re telling the truth,” Louis whispers.

“Of course I’m telling the truth!” Harry doesn’t even care that he sounds exasperated.

“Oh my god.” Louis grabs the wall behind him as if looking for support. His body slides down against it until he’s sitting crouched on the floor.

He mumbles something but Harry can’t really figure out what it is. He crouches down, and looks desperately at the breaking boy in front of him.

“You’re telling the truth,” Louis whispers. “You were not supposed to–”

“I was not supposed to do what? Tell me please,” he urges, taking Louis’ hands gently in his.

First chapter to be posted on AO3 on 15th May!

Art made by the lovely @melmanpur using @yoursincerelylarry’s font.

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Calling all theorists! Gather around the table as we do one collective theory on this scene that is coming up in 7x19 and it’s possible placement. I’ve done the liberty of providing Vodka soda and butterscotch to get us in the mood because this right here folks makes NO SENSE.

First and the biggest WTF is Alison writing Mrs. Rollins. There is no reason on God’s green earth why she would refer herself as Rollins. Some say that maybe because of the investigation, she wrote it to seem less guilty. If I were a detective, that would make Alison seem EVEN MORE guilty. She made her dislike for Archer clear, why claim him and his fake name again?

Secondly, after what we saw in 7x18, to see Aria with the group again is head-scratching because after her exposure, they banned her from their lives it seems like. Is MK & Co. going to show the liars mad at Aria for a day and then embrace her again right after? She also says “He is coming for you” and Alison turns around in fear. She clearly knows who “he” is but who is he?? We’ve been thinking it was Marco with all the work he’s been doing but in 7x18, Marco left and Tanner is back. What man are the girls afraid of because I can’t think of anyone. Unless it’s Peter’s golden schlong searching for another victim…

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Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets/The Most Sacred Oath

I’m guessing you can’t hear me squeal over your own squeals, but I’ll just keep at it a little longer, okay? Okay. 

Man, this episode read like very good fanfiction, and while I’m disappointed Dean never found out Cas used to be a woman (although, they did have a conversation about that, so Steve gets points anyway), everything else was plain amazing. I’m actually tempted to do a recap that’s just shouting words into the void, because, seriously, that would be enough, but - okay, let me watch that thing again and then I’ll write a proper meta.


Okay.

(Deep breath.)

So, let’s get one thing out of the way: we already know why this story works so damn well, but it’s worth saying it one more time, because this is what the whole episode was about.

A human and an angel: not meant to be.

Ishim said humans are dangerous to angels, and I agree with him: if angels want to understand humans, to truly become friends with them, to live among them - well - look at what’s that done to Cas. Caring about humans is, apparently, different than caring about another angel; it forces you to give up something deep inside yourself. You become - weaker, unhappy. Doubt-ridden. Trapped between two worlds, and fit for neither. And as for humans - if they truly wish to get closer to angels - to speak their language, to know enough about their magic and weapons to be able help them when they’re in trouble or hurt - that literally costs them their souls.

It’s a tragedy. It’s doomed.

But, of course, it’s not completely hopeless. What would be the point of writing a love story if you know from the start nothing can never happen at all? No - love can conquer all, and this episode dangled it in front of us - the angel who chose humanity, who tried to defend the person he loved from his own brothers, and the human who was fascinated with angels and knew enough about them to make it work.

(They had a daughter, sort of, and let’s cry about that for the rest of eternity, because can you see it? Dean loves kids, and -)

Anyway. We’ve known for a while that angels - I mean, the price Cas paid for his loyalty to the Winchesters (his love for Dean) - that’s harrowing. But this idea that humans need to sacrifice their soul to become closer to angels - thanks for that, Steve. I’m fine.

And surely, at this point, there is no other way this could end? Because what Sam and Cas share - yeah, that’s what friendship looks like, but Dean and Cas - right. And so Cas went and said it (“You mean too much to me.”) and Dean just holed up in his room for the rest of the week? He never said a word to Cas? And, Jesus, Cas thinks Dean’s angry? At him? I’m glad this, at least, was spelled out clearly, because apparently some people still don’t get it and read Dean’s emotions at face value and no, Dean was not angry - he was worried out of his damn mind, and he’s got reason to be, because Cas still doesn’t fucking get it: “I don’t regret what I did, even if it costs me my life”.

The idiot - the useless, fucking idiot.

(“Smelly. Dirty. Twice the worry about getting ganked.”)

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Here’s the thing about the new canon.

Essentially they want us to watch the Original Trilogy, completely invested in the fact that our heroes will triumph, and then they want us to watch The Force Awakens and just be totally OK with the fact that everything we were just presented with over the course of three films is out the window.

They want Star Wars fans to spend several hours watching Han and Leia’s love story, watching them fight for each other, overcome personal obstacles to be together, make incredible sacrifices for each other–they want us to spend ESB and ROTJ rooting for them, want us to watch Han hold her close as they both smile at the end of the trilogy, want us to be happy and hopeful and thrilled that their true love has made it through–and then they want us to watch TFA and see that their marriage failed, and they want us to accept it.

They want us to get invested in our heroes–in Han and Luke and Leia–and desperately hope that they all make it through. They want us to be invested in their personal allegiances to one another to the point that we KNOW that Han will come back at the battle of Yavin for Luke and Leia, we KNOW that he’ll go out into freezing conditions to rescue Luke, we KNOW that he’ll run into Echo Base to rescue Leia on Hoth, we KNOW that Luke will ignore his Jedi Masters and abandon his training to go rescue Leia and Han on Bespin, we KNOW that Leia will risk her safety to go back for Luke at Cloud City, we KNOW that Luke and Leia will leave the rebellion and put themselves at risk to rescue Han, WE KNOW WE KNOW WE KNOW. The new canon wants us to sit there KNOWING ALL THESE THINGS, knowing that they are the most important damn things in the galaxy to one another, knowing that they’re family and that they love each other. They want us to know it and be invested in it and root for it–root for the strength of that bond and that loyalty and root for them all to make it through together–for all of them to triumph together. And they do!

And then TFA wants us to COMPLETELY CHANGE OUR MINDS and accept that all of that is destroyed. That bond is broken. Luke has abandoned his friends for some reason. Han has left Leia. Leia is all alone. And not only has that crucial bond just been cast aside, but their triumphs have all been undone. Empire defeated?? Welcome to Empire 2.0!!! Death Stars destroyed??? Welcome to Death Star 3.0!!!! Vader redeemed???? Welcome to Vader 2.0, and even worse, he’s your own damn son/nephew AND he kills Han!!!!!! It just takes their victory and deconstructs every single piece of it, and the only possible way that that maybe could have been tolerable would have been if AT LEAST they were still together, still true to the loyalty we knew, unstoppable and united no matter what new dangers they face, and they’re NOT. The Original Trio, the most beloved and iconic characters of all time, are just completely leveled to NOTHING. Fractured and broken up and reduced to these miserable un-versions of themselves. And the new canon wants you, as a Star Wars fan to accept this, because “Don’t worry!! We have these three shiny NEW heroes for you!!!! They’ll get a happy ending for sure!!!!” But??? What??? I don’t give a shit about their ending, what about the ending we were already supposed to have had???? The one you made me hope for for three damn movies??? The one I was lead to believe was true???? What about that ending??????

No, they decided that they were going to go back thirty years after the fact and change it.

But wait, you say, how did this happen??? How could these people at Lucasfilm who were claiming to “protect” Star Wars destroy Luke and Leia and Han like that?? How could they write a Han Solo who abandons Leia to do all the fighting all alone when there’s a fascist regime routinely trying to kill her and their son is a part of it and her brother has vanished without a trace??? How could they write a Luke who’s evidently turned his back on the galaxy–on the FAMILY–that needs him??? How could they have DESTROYED LEIA’S WHOLE LIFE????? ALL of their lives???? And for seemingly no reason!!!! They could have easily written a movie to introduce the new characters and create conflict without dismantling every single thing about our beloved trio and their dynamic. But they didn’t. They slaughtered them.

And then you listen to these people speak. And they start saying things like Leia clearly could never have been an attentive mother because she was too preoccupied with politics and her career. Han could never have been happy settling down and committing to something–not even his family–so OBVIOUSLY he left and he’s smuggling again. Han and Leia were too incompatible and could never have worked. Luke is off in EXILE because AREN’T ALL JEDI MASTERS SUPPOSED TO BE IN EXILE???????????

And you’re just. You’re floored. You’re blown away. It’s like those people didn’t even fucking WATCH Star Wars. Did they completely miss the fact that Leia’s character arc is about learning to care about things that aren’t the rebellion, and learning to rely on people–not just herself???? Did they not see how much she’s already lost–LITERALLY HER ENTIRE WORLD–and how much she had to suffer before she finally got something that was hers again? Did they not see the hell she had to go through to get it???? Did they really think she would throw that away after all that–did they think that LEIA of all people couldn’t have balanced a career and a family????

Were they just twiddling their thumbs when HAN SOLO’S ENTIRE FREAKING STORY IS ABOUT REALIZING THAT HE’S NOT A SMUGGLER, NOT SELFISH, NOT THAT MAN ANYMORE–MAYBE NEVER REALLY WAS THAT MAN. LEARNING TO COMMIT–TO STAY WITH LEIA AND LUKE AND THE REBELS AND SACRIFICE HIMSELF IF NEED BE????? HIS ENTIRE GROWTH AS A CHARACTER WAS AWAY FROM SELFISHNESS AND FLIGHTINESS. HE BECAME A STEADFAST, BRAVE, DEPENDABLE MAN COMMITTED TO HIS FRIENDS AND HIS LOVE AND THE CAUSE. HOW DID THEY WATCH THOSE FILMS AND SAY “WELL HAN COULD NEVER SETTLE DOWN.”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Did they not notice that Luke’s DEFINING characteristic throughout the original trilogy is his loyalty to his loved ones??? His utter refusal to let harm come to them–to give up on them?? His refusal to abandon them???? And then they want us to believe that he… abandoned them?????

So essentially the thing about the new canon is that people who don’t understand Star Wars are suddenly in charge of Star Wars, and they go back and ignore the characterization of three entire films and present us with material that is entirely contradictory of the original trilogy, and then they don’t understand why people have reacted negatively. 

And then of course you get fans screaming about how it’s REALISTIC this way.

When the fuck did you get the idea that Star Wars is supposed to be realistic??????? Star Wars is NOT about realism. It’s a Space Fairytale. An epic saga. It’s not supposed to be Game of Thrones grimdark jam in the tragedy. It was never like that for forty years. It was never presented that way. George Lucas was ADAMANT in making this point. And that’s why it resonated with so many people–that’s why it was such a success. Because it was uplifting. It was inspiring. It touched that part of our hearts where those fairytales live–where it’s possible for our heroes to go up against the forces of evil and WIN and have a happy ending. That’s why they gave Luke and Leia and Han the happy fucking ending!!!!

And the thing with the new canon is that they don’t care. They don’t care about “protecting Star Wars.” They don’t care about what Star Wars stands for. They don’t care about what George Lucas created. They care about money. They don’t want you to be invested in Han and Luke and Leia anymore. They want you to care about Finn and Rey and Poe, and apparently no one at Lucasfilm understood that they didn’t have to destroy the old characters to get people to like the new ones.

And for the record, just because the people delivering this truly appalling “new canon” horrorshow AU are Disney and Lucasfilm does NOT mean that I have to accept it all as true. They don’t understand Star Wars, they don’t care about it, they’re not its original creator, and I don’t have to accept a single thing they say.

That’s the thing about the new canon.

Stabilized

This should go up on AO3 soon and I’ll add the link. I’m still on official hiatus from fic prompts and chapter updates, but I’m writing other things as I have time and inspiration strikes. This was spawned out of a brief conversation about a specific line of dialogue and it was fun to write. It got sappy and I do not apologize.

Stabilized
Gen/Family Bonding
Tim Drake + Bruce Wayne
Rated T for Language
~2500 words

The Batmobile roared into the Cave and the engine cut-off, plunging the bay into silence. Only voices from the medical unit carried over when Batman leapt out of the car.

“How is he?” he called, pulling back his cowl as he hurried up the steps.

“Dazed and a little incoherent,” came Alfred’s reply. “I’m still assessing him now.”

Bruce had been on patrol with Damian when Oracle had informed him over the comm that Tim had been taken back to the cave with a head injury of unspecified severity. Cassandra had found him and then had fallen silent on the comms after letting Oracle know.

He climbed the steps to see Tim perched on the edge of the gurney, a bucket in his hands. It looked freshly rinsed. Cass was sitting on the countertop with her arms wrapped around her folded legs. Alfred was prepping a CT scanner they’d invested in after an earlier nasty head wound.

“Is Robin with you?” Alfred asked, glancing over as Bruce took in the scene.

“He’s with Batgirl,” Bruce said, not taking his eyes off Tim.

“Miss Cassandra might appreciate your help in engaging Master Timothy’s attention.”

“Listen,” Cass said, when Bruce took a step closer to them. Tim had still not noticed his arrival, or if he had, he had given no indication of it. “Tim. Tell me again. Becoming Robin.”

“So,” Tim said, his word slurred. He leaned forward over the bucket and nearly toppled off the gurney. Cass slid forward, a tangle of limbs unfurling and stretching toward him in the same instant Bruce put a hand on Tim’s shoulder and gently pushed him upright again.

“So,” Tim repeated, “you know, you know the first part.”

“Green. Girls. Fast cars,” Cass supplied, weight braced on her hands on the countertop. She held her body aloft, an inch above the surface, by her splayed palms.

Bruce’s heartbeat stuttered, knowing and hating this origin story. He loved Tim but he tried not to think often of why Tim was there.

“Exaaaactly,” Tim said. “Gone. So, B, you know B, he’s a fucking disaster. Like Cass you don’t even know how bad. He was erratic and violent and reclusive like a baby kangaroo. Cass, don’t laugh at me, I’m serious,” Tim’s voice took on a pleading tone and Cass was in fact, giggling behind her hands. She’d dropped back to the counter to cover her face. “Baby kangaroos are dangerous, Cass. They have really strong legs but they hide, too,” Tim sounded near tears.

“Okay,” she said, consoling. Bruce felt like he wasn’t doing much to help other than ensuring Tim wouldn’t topple over, but he was also reluctant to miss the rest of the story from Tim’s perspective.

“He was hiding and I knew where to find him,” Tim said. “I snuck in. Who gives a fuck about rules, not me. I never have. Anyway I found him, and he was all like, ‘What are you doing here, punk? Aren’t you Jack Drake’s kid?’”

Bruce had half-anticipated this part of the story, but he has not anticipated that Tim’s voice would rise to a falsetto while imitating Bruce’s lines instead of dropping to a lower octave. He had to stifle a sudden laugh.

Cass’ eyes were shining and Bruce realized belatedly she’d said “again” earlier. She had wanted him to hear this.

“Then what,” Cass prompted when Tim’s attention began to drift.

“Oh,” Tim said. “Oh yeah. So. So, I found him. And he was angry. But I just told him the truth. I said, ‘bitch, you need some kid to stabilize you, and I guess I have to be it.’”

Bruce, despite his twinges of guilt and amusement, could not actually argue with the truth of this summation.

“I seem to remember more pleading on your end, Master Timothy,” Alfred interjected a bit defensively.

“No, that’s pretty much it,” Bruce said with a wry grin. Cass beamed at him unabashedly.

Tim turned as if surprised and looked up at Bruce standing next to him.

“Hey, bitch,” he said in a sluggish tone. “I mean, Bruce,” he amended without apology.

“Hey, kid,” Bruce said. “They told me you hit your head.”

“That’s stupid,” Tim spit out bitterly. “Something else hit my head, not me. I’m not an idiot.”

“Brick wall,” Cass said.

“That,” Tim said forcefully, pointing a finger at her. “What Rainbow Daughter said.”

“True name,” Cass clarified for Bruce. “Secret.”

“The scanner is ready,” Alfred said. “Master Timothy, if you might lie back?”

“Try and make me,” Tim said. “I can go back out there. I’m fine!”

“Tim,” Bruce said, a little sternly, and Tim sighed and reclined on the bed, still clutching the bucket. “Has he been nauseous?” Bruce asked Alfred.

“No,” Tim answered. “I just like this bucket.”

“Ask him questions,” Alfred said. “Keep him awake, if you might.”

“Favorite dinosaur?” Cass asked before Bruce could think of anything.

“Velociraptor,” Tim answered with a scoffing noise. “What kind of question is that.”

“Movie?” Bruce asked and Cass gave him an alarmed expression. From inside the portable scanner Tim sniffled hard and bit back a sob.

“Dumbo,” he whispered a second later.

“Favorite happy film,” Alfred amended, giving Bruce a severe look. “One must specify.”

Cass added a reproving frown to this, and a nod, as if it was common sense.

Inside the machine, Tim sniffed again and answered in a steadier tone, “No such thing. Is Bruce still there?”

“Yes,” Bruce answered.

“Tell them. There are no happy films,” Tim insisted.

“I’m sure there are some happy films,” Bruce countered slowly, looking to see Alfred’s still disapproving reaction to this concession.

“But you haven’t seen any,” Tim said sourly. “You can’t think of any. Art is misery.”

Bruce, who had been feeling slightly bewildered by his apparently massive misjudgment moments before, knew immediately that this was something he could salvage.

“That isn’t true,” he argued, ignoring the absurdity of disagreeing with a stubborn teenager who had a probably massive concussion. “What about the photo essay on abandoned research labs in Gotham?”

“The one I did for Wired?” Tim asked hesitantly. “Yeah, that was fun.”

In the corner of Bruce’s line of sight, Cass bit her lip to hold back a pleased smile.

“Nikon or Canon?” Bruce asked next, dragging a wheeled stool over to the gurney and sitting down.

“Digital or traditional?” Tim asked, his whole body now otherwise still.

“Both,” Cass said. “I guessed.”

“Canon for digital, Nikon for traditional,” Tim said. “Were you right?”

“Yes,” Cass said quietly, despite having no proof of this. Bruce didn’t doubt her. He himself had been fairly certain.

“Hell yes,” Tim said triumphantly. “Sibs know shit.”

“Sibs know shit,” Cass repeated solemnly, like it was a vow of some kind. For all the weight they gave it, Bruce supposed it might have been.

“I’m gonna sleep,” Tim announced with a yawn. “It’s so cold in here.”

“Tim,” Bruce said, instead of trying to persuade him otherwise. “Which USSR camera model did you prefer?”

“You don’t remember that,” Tim said as if it were obvious fact. “No way.”

“Of course I do,” Bruce said, because he did.

“Zorki-6,” Tim said with a fond sigh.

“Why?” Bruce asked, because he wanted to keep him talking and because he’d always been curious about the antique camera Tim had spent a long spring season taking everywhere. He’d come to Bruce’s office after school most afternoons to sit on the couch and do homework and fiddle with the settings. He’d take pictures from the window, or traipse around the building with the camera, and develop them in the darkroom at the manor afterward instead of going home. But Bruce has never asked– Tim had been skittish about his art then, likely to tuck it away if anyone paid attention.

“Because no one else that I knew had one,” Tim said. “And it smelled like your old briefcase.”

Bruce was so acutely aware of Cass sitting nearby and Alfred beside him overseeing the machine as it powered down that it didn’t take much effort to retain his face’s composure, but there was a moment where it nearly broke in surprise and sentimental warmth.

“Good smell,” Cass said.

“Hell yes,” Tim said again. “One of the best. Like vanilla extract.”

Bruce was frozen on the stool while they discussed this and he exchanged a look with Alfred that told him, without words, that his semblance of facial control was likely a myth.

“Ew,” Cass said. “Bitter.”

“I told you, you can’t taste it,” Tim said. “Extract is gross to taste.”

The machine rolled back and Tim was prone on the bed, still, the small bin wrapped in his arms.

“This is just a cursory glance,” Alfred said, “but I don’t see anything concerning. His heart rate is still a tad elevated.”

A suspicion bloomed in Bruce’s mind and his frozen limbs moved again. He slid the stool down toward Tim’s head and leaned over the bed, looking into the boy’s face.

“Tim. How many shots of espresso did you get in your red eye tonight?”

“Oh,” Tim said, thinking. “Before I fought with the wall.”

“Yes,” Bruce said, a smile quirking one side of his mouth.

“Uh,” Tim said, meeting Bruce’s gaze and then looking down at the bin. “You’re going to be pissed.”

“I won’t be,” Bruce said, promising to himself as much as Tim. “If you tell me, you might get to sleep soon.”

“I’m so tired,” Tim allowed. “Really. Like, it’s been days. Fudge. I’m so tired.”

“C’mon,” Bruce said, and he felt Cass move behind him before he saw her at his elbow.

Cass bent forward and kissed Tim’s forehead.

“You tell,” she said. “Or else.”

“Seven,” Tim whined with a hand over his eyes. “Seven, okay? And maaaaybe a Red Bull. I’m a robin. It gives me wings.”

“Well, that solves that mystery,” Bruce said, sitting up. “Al, mark this one down as a minor concussion and an excess of caffeine consumption.”

“Master Timothy,” Alfred said, aghast. “You ought to know better.”

“I said don’t be mad!” Tim protested.

“Master Bruce made such a promise,” Alfred replied sharply, with worry in his voice. “You will be staying here for a few days, is that understood?”

Tim nodded sullenly and stuck both arms in the air, suddenly, the bin clattering on the floor when it fell.

“Carry me,” he ordered. “I can’t feel my legs.”

Cass reached over and prodded his knee; Tim’s leg jerked away.

“Liar,” she said simply.

“I’m compromised.” Tim jiggled his arms, held out in a zombie-like fashion. “Somebody. I don’t want to sleep in the cave.”

Bruce stood up and slid an arm under Tim’s shoulders and another under his knees. Tim slumped against him, unresisting, as he straightened.

“Night, Timmy,” Cass called from her reclaimed perch on the counter while Alfred muttered under his breath. When Bruce glanced back, she’d scooted down to hug the older man around the neck and Alfred patted her hands.

“How bad is your headache?” Bruce asked as he climbed the steps in the cave.

“Middling,” Tim mumbled against the batsuit Bruce was still wearing.

“And anxiety?” Bruce prompted next, knowing from experience the side effects of that much caffeine. He’d gotten a few stern lectures from Alfred when he hadn’t been much older than Tim.

“Um,” Tim said, “pretty shitty. How’d you know?”

“When was the last time you asked me to carry you?” Bruce questioned in reply. “I think the answer is probably never.”

“I was serious about my legs. They fell asleep,” Tim said, his head still turned against Bruce’s chest as Bruce side-stepped through the narrow door. The boy sounded almost asleep already, but more lucid than earlier. “I didn’t want to fall in front of you guys.”

“Hm,” Bruce said. He rounded the corner and began climbing the second set of stairs. Tim had never, even with muscle, been very heavy.

“I miss you,” Tim mumbled when they reached the top. “I try really hard not to be bitter about Damian, but I miss how things were before. When it was us.”

“Me, too,” Bruce said, knowing he meant it and that no one else was around to hear. He knew Damian would take it the wrong way and was glad he was still out, but he felt the same way about each of them as Robin. He did miss the days when he was out on the rooftops with Tim.

“I know it wouldn’t be the same,” Tim said, as if consoling himself.

“Handle,” Bruce prompted, stopping at the door.

Tim flopped his hand over and swung it wildly around, reaching without looking. When his fingers landed on the knob, he turned and his grip slipped off.

“It’s locked,” he complained. “I don’t know where I left the key.”

“I can kick it open,” Bruce said, considering. “But Alfred might be upset. I could pick the lock. Or we can go down the hall and you can steal my bed for the night.”

“Where would you sleep?” Tim demanded groggily, and Bruce took that as his cue and headed further down the hall.

“The couch in my office,” Bruce said. “Or a guest room.”

“Your bed has good pillows,” Tim mumbled when Bruce worked the knob with his knee and pushed the door open. He carried Tim across the room to the bed and stood there for a moment, then dropped him abruptly onto the comforter.

“Bruce,” Tim complained, laughing. He crawled under the covers until all but the top of his head had disappeared and from under the thick blankets, he sighed.

Bruce sat on the edge of the side table and reached over and ruffled Tim’s hair.

“You did stabilize me, you know,” he said quietly.

“I know,” Tim said in a drifting tone.

“You can’t keep doing this, Tim,” Bruce said when Tim rolled over and pressed his hand against Bruce’s outstretched hand. “Come by my office. Or we can patrol. But you need sleep. And less caffeine.”

Tim nodded and yawned.

“Okay,” he said. “Sorry.”

“You’re a good kid, Tim,” Bruce added. He wished he said it more often.

“You too, bitch,” Tim said, and then he giggled. It sounded young and childish coming from him. “Sorry. Sorry. I mean, thanks. My heart is still going crazy.”

It was Bruce’s turn to yawn.

“You okay?” he asked. “I need to get out of this suit.”

“Mhm,” Tim said. “M’good. Night, Bruce.”

“Goodnight, Tim,” Bruce answered, standing. “Shout if you need something.”

The answer was a soft snore. Bruce closed the door behind him and stopped to pick the lock to Tim’s door on the way down the hall.

It was unlocked.

Bruce grinned.

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jonas is being used eliminate the ‘what if’ between him and eva before mohnstad becomes canon, and so he can let go of his first love and mature in his relationships with other girls; whether that’s going emma or not, who knows