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oh he's your 'right hand man'? for what, jerking you off?
A list of theories as to why Martha Wayne’s Pearls scattered Like That, despite the fact that real pearls are knotted individually on the strand to prevent Precisely That Sort Of Thing from happening [incomplete]:
One: Martha chose not to wear her real pearls to the theatre that night, as it was a night where there was no one to impress. The string snapped because the pearls were not real, and Martha died for a $100 set you could pick up at Macy’s.
Two: The Pearls, upon understanding this was a symbolic moment in at least one Wayne’s future [and two Wayne’s end], chose to disregard their quality for the sake of a Dramatic Tableau.
Three: no more then three pearls ever snapped off the strand, but to a boy watching his mother choke on her own blood, gasping his name into the suddenly silent night, three pearls was enough.
Four: an opportunistic officer slipped the pearls off Marthas neck as she was loaded into the morgue van, figuring Bruce would not have the wherewithal to miss them. The pearls were subsequently reported as lost, having probably rolled down the drain in the following chaos. Only three were ever recovered, having become stuck in the puddle of blood that was under Martha Wayne’s head.
Five: the pearls, a set Thomas Wayne picked up as an engagement gift and a promise when Wayne industries was collapsing and his fortune nonexistent, were fake, and Martha adored them far more then any of the expensive jewels he was eventually able to afford. She made a habit of wearing them on family outings. Martha died for the sentimental value of a $100 set you could pick up at Macy’s.
Six: the pearls where not real. Martha was wearing diamonds that night. Bone, when exposed to moonlight and the horrified tears of an eight year old, shines like pearls.
How did you give yourself an EAR INFECTION eating pussy
im just gonna screenshot from a text i sent my friends after the doctors visit
you can’t fucking do this to me
i think this is the most normal brother moment they've ever had
Lynn Bogue Hunt (1878 – 1960), Christmas Dinner (1950), oil on canvas, 23 × 27 inches.
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I miss jason’s insane little schemes. He should get back into his schemes.
Doesn’t vandal savage own wayne manor at the moment? Jason should trick him into selling it to him and then rent it back to Bruce simply to be petty.
He should convince the clown authorities (the people who run clown school, set clown code, oversee the clown make up egg system) to put a hit out on Joker at Deathstroke prices.
He should run for mayor. As Bruce Wayne’s long lost son who has been in witness protecting This Whole Time.
He should kidnap a bunch of Gotham’s most crooked cops, dump them on an island and tell them only the survivor will be allowed to leave. Afterwards he’s just like ‘i don’t know man, they just started killing each other, it’s a beautiful paradise island, what’s wrong with them?’
He should become a union rep and talk Arkham’s staff into striking.
When his family have had enough and are getting too suspicious he should get really into fibre arts. Really elaborate crochet patterns that they are convinced are some kind of code system and he’s systematically distributing it across certain parts of Gotham to certain criminals, who all happen to have worked for riddler at some point in the past but they all went to the same elementary school and have middle names starting with S.
None of it means anything, he’s just filling time.
He should secretly go to law school then bring a case against Bruce Wayne for the cover up of the murder of one Jason Todd, proposing that the famed philanthropist was in fact covering for the joker.
He should build a fleet of blimps and market them as Gotham’s new ride share system, uber but with dirigibles, partly to keep batman on his toes when he’s hiding on rooftops and partly to help modernise Gotham’s public transport situation.
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From Palestinian poet Najwan Darwish
i hope this is alright for me to add, but this poem references a line from one of hitler's speeches ordering the genocide of polish jews. at the end of the speech, he justified the genocide by saying "who, after all, speaks today of the annihilation of the armenians?" in a very literal way, genocides are interconnected and used to justify one another. after all, the holocaust was partially modeled after the united states' genocide of indigenous people. this is why it is so important to remember the victims of all genocides across history, and why it is so important for oppressed peoples to stand together in solidarity.
[ID: a photo of what seems to be a page from a book of poems. the pictured poem is titled "Who Remembers the Armenians?". poem text reads as follows:
I remember them and I ride the nightmare bus with them each night and my coffee, this morning I'm drinking it with them You, murderer— Who remembers you?
/end ID.]
My solution for bloatware is this: by law you should hire in every programming team someone who is Like, A Guy who has a crappy laptop with 4GB and an integrated graphics card, no scratch that, 2 GB of RAM, and a rural internet connection. And every time someone in your team proposes to add shit like NPCs with visible pores or ray tracing or all the bloatware that Windows, Adobe, etc. are doing now, they have to come back and try your project in the Guy's laptop and answer to him. He is allowed to insult you and humilliate you if it doesn't work in his laptop, and you should by law apologize and optimize it for him. If you try to put any kind of DRM or permanent internet connection, he is legally allowed to shoot you.
With about 5 or 10 years of that, we will fix the world.
people love to complain about sex scenes in tv shows and violence in movies when the real danger is scenes that make you feel second hand embarrassment.
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Technically this passes the bechdel test
bechdel test but the himbos are trying to get in
#Is this the scrub daddy everyone is raving about?
@fraddit you canNOT just leave this in the tags
wait hold on
When Dick is near transitioning into adulthood, he is fired/leaves
Jason is murdered at 15
Tim is perpetually 17, but Bruce “died” right when he was going to develop into a man
Damian is a kid
I know I made a joke about New Jersey Peter Pan, but it’s interesting that Robins and their relation to Batman exist in a sort of arrested development
Bruce never actually has to be a father of a child that becomes an adult in his household. They leave and come back. And even though he struggles with adjusting to that, it’s taken care of, narratively, by introducing another child
like they do this in sitcoms because the child actors grow up, but comic book characters don’t have to grow up. whether it’s Watsonian or Doylist in the explanation, the end result is that Bruce isn’t there when the child transitions to an adult. which is a remark on Bruce Wayne, and, by extension, Batman.
which…Bruce left his home when he was transitioning from boy to man. he couldn’t stay. he couldn’t bear it. he chose not to bear it.
Batman is the result to this departure and return, but it answers the question of what he must do with the person his parents left behind (eight year old Bruce), and not who he left behind (Alfred).
IT’S FUCKING PETER PAN IT’S NEW JERSEY MOB-BEATING PETER PAN
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it. it ends in 50 years…..horse is fucking eternal
Let’s keep the post circulating for 50 years it’ll be great when we’re all in the old folks home
It's possible I'll have to leave this post in my will to my children.
Keep this circling this post so we can see this horse in it's eternity