Do Not Let The Antishippers Find The Got Or House Of The Dragon Fandom Cause They'll Cry

Do not let the antishippers find the Got or House of the Dragon fandom cause they'll cry

Or Labyrinth, or Flowers in the Attic, or any one of Stephen King's books. It's almost as if the wider public understands that fiction can be both fucked up and entertaining without the need for a moral lesson following after, or that it's an indictment that you're going to partake in the things you read about.

Antis are so far removed from reality, and they have to remain that way in order to not have their beliefs constantly challenged and torn apart.

suddenly struck with thoughts about the devastating concept of Jason Todd

because he was good. because he had a bleeding heart despite every reason not to. he loved school and was good at it. he was the first to be adopted, with little pretense of guardianship. he did everything he could to be a perfect Robin and live up to an impossible ideal. he only ever wanted Bruce and Dick to like him.

because he met Bruce in the same place and on the same day that Bruce's parents died--the single defining moment of Batman's existence. and he made Batman laugh. he hit the Dark Knight, Terror of Gotham, with a tire iron. he wasn't afraid of the man who turned fear into a weapon.

because he couldn't save his mother from herself, but he tried. because he was too good not to try and save the woman who gave him up. too good to play the Joker's game. the crowbar didn't kill him, the bomb did. he died knowing he wouldn't make it and tried anyway. he died a hero.

because other Robins have died, but none of them put an irrevocable tear in the mythos of Batman. because Jason Todd always dies, in every universe. he dies for the sins of his father. he was put to death by popular vote, sacrificed by the crowd. doomed by the narrative and doomed by the audience. the boy who only ever tried to prove he was good enough--wasn't good enough.

because he has every reason to be angry. because he didn't ask to be murdered, didn't ask to be brought back, and when he did everyone acted like he was better off dead. Bruce tried to kill him and nearly succeeded. he's blamed for his own death and blamed for his resurrection. he can never come home because the house is haunted by his own ghost.

because he's been the hero, the victim, and the villain. because his family and his writers and his universe don't know what to make of him. they don't know how to look his tragedy in the eye. and how can you?

it hurts to look at the hero who cannot be good enough, the victim who will only ever be angry, the villain who can sometimes be right. the audience hates to feel complicit and, in this exceptional case, they are.

Do you ever think about Alfred?

Do you ever think about the way that he's a safe place for almost the entire batfam, almost not everyone because he went along with phycological torture of Tim on his birthday?

Do you ever think about how Tim has no one he knows for certain he can trust, because everyone sides with Bruce?

Do you ever think about how if Alfred had told Jason and/or Damian not to hurt Tim, they probably would have listened?

Do you ever think about how half the reason Tim became Robin was because Alfred agreed, but if he had disagreed, has not given Tim the suit, Batman would have turned Tim away? Do you ever think about how the Robin's are partly Alfred fault, or how if Alfred told Bruce he was going to far, he may well have listened?

Do you ever think about how much control and influence Alfred has, and how much harm he causes with the decisions he makes?

Do you ever think about Alfred, and Tim?

I wish kinky sex ed wasn't so stigmatized even among left-leaning "sex positive" circles. Everyone's all "uwu I'm a sub I'll do anything you ask" okay mommy wants you to read The New Bottoming Book so you learn how to sub without hurting yourself since your sex ed up to this point is porn and your ex boyfriend Jared who liked to choke you incorrectly

Thinking about the way Tim Drake specifically is written by fans. I feel like it’s such a huge insight into the people writing him. Maybe not every single one of the but most of them?

What would you do for the people you love? Who would you become for them? What would you change for them? At the end of the day can you say they would do the same for you? How does it feel to know you’d give everything to see a set of eyes that look at you as if you’re a story worth telling