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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.

@ all my mutuals

arcade night 🕹️🦇

Had to when I saw the quote lol

I love Jason sm 😂

Og post @batfam-imagines

And then they started a book club.

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New friend on head <3

Listen,

We all may love Tom, but no one loves him more than Guillermo himself.

Okay, I’m finally done with season 3 of Stranger Things.

I don’t know why people are complaining about this season. I thought it was great.

The Mind Flayer was so freaking disgusting and horrible and I loved it. It genuinely scared me and made me go “Oh God!” several times.

All the romanctic and friend dynamics were so fun to watch. The cast really had great chemistry.

Dacre Montgomery freaking killed it playing Bilky this season. Seriously, he might been my favorite thing about this season. You could pity him and be terrified of him at the same time. Kudos to him. He was great.

That being said, I think he’s dead for real. Hopper, I’m not sure about. I’m with most people thinking he’s the American the Russians were talking about in the post-credits scene. I guess we’ll have to wait until season 4 to find out.

So, yeah. I loved this season. I think people who are bitching about it are just mad that their favorite characters died. There’s a difference between that and bad writing. Some of you people need to learn that.

... ♥

been thinking about them a lot lately

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