Does Anyone Still Give A Fuck About ROTG? Because I’ve Been Sitting On A Conspiracy Theory Essay About

Jason Todd’s “Fuck You Dad” Playlist

“Faith has earned me nothing but a liar’s tongue,

A child’s grief.

Promised the sacrament, but understand-

You will not save me.

You will not save me.

But you’ll consecrate me.”

You believed in Batman, in Bruce Wayne. He was bigger than life, bigger than death…until he wasn’t. Ain’t that the way it always goes with parents?

Daddy didn’t save you, but he’ll sure make you a martyr. Every moment of your life stripped of autonomy and personhood, towards the monument of Bruce’s pain.

It becomes the thing that defines Bruce, because that’s what Bruce does with pain. He puts it in a goddamn trophy case for everyone to see. Bruce doesn’t know how to be anything but ostentatious.

You came back from death, but you’re different now. You’ll never be as squeaky clean. That’s the thing about death- it cleanses all sin. Broken men will never measure up against dead boys. Dead birds.

Christians who are Really Into Jesus dying on the cross 🤝 Persecution Complex 🤝 “We’re the daughters of the witches you didn’t burn.”

There’s a reason he’s the Beast in Kingdom Hearts

beauty and the beast is an incredibly tragic tale from the pov of the heroine, an enthusiastic monsterfucker who accidentally ends up in love with Just Some Guy

Julius Caesar: When I said I wanted to be repeatedly penetrated by at least two dozen men wearing nothing but togas this WASN'T what I meant

Wrench Watch-Dogs is nonbinary and I will not be explaining-

(…that is a lie I come armed with proof.)

Sitting here at this table, I watched her work behind the counter. Her eyes travelled around the room but never in the direction I was sitting in. I knew what she was thinking without having to ask because the same thought filled my mind.

I sat next to her in this seat, my laptop open. Her legs were intertwined with mine —a desperate attempt for us to keep warm in the cold weather. She was reading a poem I had written for her as I watched her eyes trail the laptop screen. A smile had kept growing on her face till she reached the last line and it stayed long after she'd finished.

Her face was blank, emotionless —but her eyes held the kind of sorrow and longing which had become a part of my everyday routine.

I shouldn't have come here but I wished to talk to her one last time, and always one last time.

Now Accepting Friendship Applications:

I need more Queer Creatives in my life. I am seeking:

Life long companions.

Weird Art Exchanges.

Rivals.

Enemies.

Freelance coworkers.

Lovers.

Haters.

Besties.

Pen-Pals.

Critics.

Contemporaries.

I am…

twenty four years of age, nearly twenty five.

a writer of poetry, fiction, essays, philosophy, music, art analysis, and otherwise unrelated articles.

someone who identifies as a witch. I read tarot, study magic, and hold rituals.

skeptical as fuck.

a bit of a pretentious snob.

ideologically punk, and involved with my community.

a supporter of body mods.

unabashedly queer. Nonbinary and a lover of women.

passionate beyond words. Everything I do is with my whole soul. I care about everything all of the time.

contradictory. For every rule there’s an exception. It keeps you on your toes.

Requirements for application…

21+

An intelligent and engaging conversationalist.

Queer, Creative, and believe you’re worth knowing.

Leave a comment, reblog, or DM telling me why we should become acquainted.

Sometimes I think about putting my essays on substack or something but the idea of getting no views while actively feeding the ai scrapbot makes me want to

So.

It’s not doxxing if they’re public figures. This information is readily available to the public. You’re doing a public service, and arguably helping these CEOs by informing the public of their names and faces.

Encourage people to seek them out, so we can show our appreciation towards these brave leaders of innovation. They’re bettering the free market, and we should remind them of our thanks.

legal disclaimer that I'm not saying we should execute CEOs in the street, but what if we doxxed them. what if we plastered their names and faces all over social media. what if we made them nervous to go out in public for fear of actually experiencing a single consequence for their actions. what if we built a culture where CEOs get regularly bitch-slapped in the street is what I'm saying

I’m gonna make a list of all the reasons the show fucked based off my half baked thoughts of improper remembrance, actually

You find out relatively late in the game that the main character’s best and only friend in the world is a secret agent getting paid to keep him compliant.

The secret base that is considered the only safe haven in the world free of corruption is named Providence.

Everyone is getting puppet mastered around by a guy so steeped in purity culture that he calls himself White Knight and lives in a air tight pressurized room cut off from the world to keep out corruption on a cellular level.

(This is both a normal thing to do, and something possible to achieve. Sure. Why not. )

White Knight is canonically kind of evil and he gets replaced by a worse guy named Black Knight.

A talking monkey sidekick uses a gun, if that appeals to you.

The doctor singlehanded tying everyone together and keeping this organization going is named Rebecca Holiday.

Rebecca: to tie or bind. Holiday: Holy Day. The religious connotations are not so much connotations as they are punching you in the face.

Theres a scientist flying around the planet in a space ship so fast that it’s only been a couple hours since the apocalyptic event that permanently changed the earth. It’s been a decade for everyone else. He does not know about the apocalyptic event.

It’s been a decade.

His parents are the ones who doomed the earth and its populace.

They also injected his kid brother with a killer nanite chip that makes him a god.

The kid mostly uses this to turn his legs into a motorcycle.

It has the unfortunate side effect of wiping the kids memories every few years. Last time it happened he forgot that he turned into Godzilla and wiped out an entire city.

The kid lived in japan where he was the leader of a mutant gang for a while. He was like 12.

There’s a guy who goes by Six because he’s the sixth most deadly man alive. I know. He is the teen robot god’s babysitter. He is also aware of the ridiculousness of this.

Generator Rex is legitimately one of the best cartoons ever created, and if I could find a way to watch it I would promptly write a 10k essay on why.