It has been said often, but it is always a good reminder. Your best varies each day. Sometimes your best is getting through a whole to do list in time to bake muffins later and see a film with someone. Sometimes your best is getting through the day, and that is okay. You are not less than someone else. You did your best, and I’m proud of you whatever “your best” looks like today. Please don’t beat yourself up, It won’t help. You owe yourself the same compassion and understanding as you would grant a friend. 🌸
Dick’s early years as Robin are just. You are ten years old. Tomorrow you have a math test. Last night you saved ten lives. You could not save the two that mattered most. Neither could he, which is why you are here. A year ago you spent your days in a trailer and your nights beneath the big top, and you were never more than 10 feet away from someone who loved you. Now you are adrift in a mansion full of ghosts. You want to go home. You climb up to the highest attic and scream as loud as you can just to see if anyone will hear you. For the crime of losing your parents, they put you in a cell. At night you leap from skyscrapers and remember how to fly. You go to bed and watch them fall. Sometimes you wake up and you are so full of anger you don’t know how you can survive it. You are trying to survive it. You want to kill a man. You rescue a baby from a burning building and his mother calls you an angel. You eat an ice cream cone on top of a gargoyle. You do not want another father. You need a friend. There is a secret only four people in the whole world know. You are one of them.
“if you consume enough problematic media then there will be a point in which you become desensitized and replicate the behavior”
right, that’s why all my media studies professors moonlight as serial killers
half-serious quip aside, what you’re saying is that you think people have the inherent moral fiber of overcooked pasta and if you don’t spoonfeed them pre-digested purity, they will revert to their baser nature of amoral, immoral, cruel and murderous beasts
which, frankly, means you’re a dehumanizing cunt
This is almost 1:1 the argument of ‘If you don’t have God, how can you be moral?’ Execpt, this is about consuming fiction.
How can you leave this absolute Mic drop in the tags
