PanickedScribbles

Horrible mishmash of whatever takes my attention

[prokopetz]

I'm currently living in a two-cat household, and there's a thing that happens where the first cat is calling for me, the second cat shows up like "you rang?", and the first cat immediately smacks the second cat in the face like "not you, knucklehead". They do this every day.

[prokopetz]

The second cat always comes running when the first cat calls for me, even though it gets her dope-slapped with 100% reliability. I suspect she simply enjoys the attention.

[watchingwisteria]

i love the ways that under the red hood shows that this is not just some petty revenge scheme for jason. this is not just about getting back at joker or at bruce. this is about enforcing a new definition of justice that prioritizes the suffering of victims over the possible redemption of evil people.

this is why takes that characterize jason as being motivated solely by personal vendettas are missing my favorite read of his character. i mean make no mistake, it is personal for him. but this fight was personal even before he died, and only more so since his resurrection. jason has always held a righteous anger toward systemic injustice, and he’s consistently motivated by empathy for those that unjust systems leave behind.

when he confronts garzonas in batman #424, for example, he is motivated by a palpable empathy for garzonas’s victim, who ultimately kills herself after he gets out of jail and threatens her over the phone (at the police station, in front of bruce, jason, and gordon). his empathy gets expressed both as clear distress upon finding her body, and more frequently as a righteous anger toward garzonas and at the systems that allowed all of this to happen— including batman’s way of only abiding by legal procedures. jason understands his role as a vigilante to be one who circumvents the systems in place when they fail to bring justice to people, and that’s exactly what he does by taking the fight to garzonas (whether you think he’s the one who pushed garzonas or not).

in utrh, jason also places his victimization at the hands of joker within a much larger pattern of systemic injustice— and when the system doesn’t work, as we’ve established, jason is more than willing to go around it. reform is not his gig because waiting for the system to do its job delays justice, sometimes with dire consequences (see again #424, and also everything that’s ever happened with joker since jason died). so when jason makes his appeals to bruce on the grounds of what happened to him specifically, it is also an appeal to finally take the larger problems at hand just as personally as he does, and to handle them his way. from #641:

jason’s primary aim is to establish a way of doing things that will eliminate those who do harm from the equation entirely, and in doing so he will remake batman (and gotham) in his image. whether that is something that jason, bruce, or anyone else could ever actually achieve is an entirely different question. but we still see these larger, system-oriented goals come out in his very personal final monologue when he tells bruce, “i thought i’d be the last one you ever let him hurt.”

the first time i read this, i misunderstood it as “i thought you’d do anything to make sure he didn’t hurt me,” but that’s not it. it's not about the fact that bruce didn't save him. it's about the fact that jason thought that when it finally hit home for bruce, when joker's chaos and violence and killing finally showed up at his front door, that bruce would stop trusting the system to take care of it, that he would stop prioritizing one person’s possible redemption over the real suffering of everyone else. he thought that bruce would make sure jason was joker’s last victim, the “last one he ever let him hurt,” and what wounds jason to his core is that not even his death was enough to radicalize bruce to his way of doing things.

jason’s angry that joker is still alive, not just because that’s his killer, but because that’s a killer. but even this isn’t specific enough, because jason clearly doesn’t think that every killer or criminal is worthy of death:

in jason's idea of a just world, bruce doesn’t need to kill any of his other rogues, many of whom also have blood on their hands. he just needs to kill joker, he insists, because he keeps hurting people, because he’s not sorry, because he has absolutely no desire to reform and thus no capability to do so, and, at the personal level, “because he took me away from you.” again, the fact that even being robbed of jason was not enough to make bruce see what must be done is what drives him to this extreme. much like bruce thinks he can force joker to reform, jason thinks that he can force bruce to change his understanding of justice by cornering him, by forcing him to choose him or joker then and there. and somehow, it still turns out worse for jason than it ever has for joker (i will spare us all the image of The Incident).

tl;dr jason's personal vendettas are inseparable from his larger commitments to a completely different regime of justice that will prioritize the prevention of suffering rather than the reform of rogues. to make it only about his desire for revenge or proof of bruce's love obscures the empathy (often expressed as righteous anger on others’ behalf) that drives him and flattens some of his character’s most interesting complexities.

[prokopetz]

Trolling my biologist D&D player by sending the party on a quest to prevent the destruction of a mystical seal, and when they finally get there it quickly becomes clear that I'm actually describing a walrus.

[dizzyhslightlyvoided]

(via op)

[enki2]

[androdragynous]

[ID: A tweet by TylerAlterman:

"In the middle of a "forcing party" where friends and I are forcing one another to do the things that we've been avoiding.

So far: [bullet list] A passport has been filed for; An inbox has been zero'd; A personal website has been created; & more.

I recommend this format!"]

[anathemaegg]

call that attending an Executive Function

[itwashotwestayedinthewater]

i....found a rare shoegaze tape. legit. band does not exist online. tape is at least 20 years old. This is so Sam

[itwashotwestayedinthewater]

rare tape.

[itwashotwestayedinthewater]

ok ok....track for you from rare tape. ripped by me

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[itwashotwestayedinthewater]

I HAVE SOURCED MORE INFO!!!! from my friend who works at an nz audio archive and they HAVE THE TAPE THERE? COVER:

[itwashotwestayedinthewater]

Final info ive put together after i have just looked over the insert notes (inside the other tape) sent to me by my friend:

This band had Steven Wells and Andrew Bain in it - they went on to be in a pretty popular NZ rock band called Fur Patrol from late 90s-2000s, so this is a precursor to that. in the notes they also thank Campbell Kneale, a prolific underground nz musician in bands like Birchville Cat Motel and Black Boned Angel. they also thank "Drinkwater".

[itwashotwestayedinthewater]

alright everyone. after 33k+ notes on an obscure 90s indie song from Aotearoa i gotta admit many want to hear the rest, & as i cant think of a better format to supply this, here's the rest of the tape in this post. please let it stay here where it needs to be, don't spread it like its yours. its not mine either! i now present to you: Clayflower - Still (1993, Aotearoa, Cassette, Shoegaze/Indie Rock)

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beautiful and cool obscure music like this is everywhere if you just wanna look for it even for a few minutes. dont let yourself think someone has to come along and show it to you <3

[beardedmrbean]

Periscope up

[birds-in-posts]

Green heron (Butorides virescens)

[flareonfloof]

birds have secret bones we're not allowed to know about

[butt-berry]

Like if you think he should be allowed a sausage

[fancycake]

Rocky and Grace are yelling at each other. Rocky stops mid argument to demand that Grace put on his angry eyebrows. Grace immediately stomps to the whiteboard, stomps back over with the dry erase marker, draws angry eyebrows on the xenonite ball. the argument continues

[fancycake]

[marinella-ela]

[muffinlance]

[vd: A snow leopard kitten absolutely DESTROYING pumpkins, most already conveniently hollowed and with holes pre-cut so it can shove its whole baby head in and maul and kick and maul and kick and-- End vd.]

[is-this-a-cat]

Yep, that's a cat!

[teachiisan]

What if you went mining.... only to discover not a cave, but a mysterious place beyond anything you’ve ever known

[lovelycranium]

oh... i mean.... you meant.... you wanted to say that.... you... found A World That Doesn't Exist™?

[muffinlance]

prompt: Ozai has Azula watch Zuko (his progress or rather lack thereof) from way earlier on, possibly even before Aang gets away from the iceberg in the first place

There it is, written at the bottom of his banishment notice, wobbling in and out of his vision and he’s not sure if that’s his eyes—

(father wouldn’t have meant to blind him, so the way his eyes flinch away from bright lights and reading, even from the scrolls Uncle brought for him for some reason--this is a serious mission, why did he bring play scrolls, if they don’t take this seriously it’s going to take forever to get home--the way his eyes flinch away doesn't mean anything, because being blind isn’t going to help him catch the Avatar so he’ll just not go blind—)

It’s either his eyes, or. Or the rage. It has to be the rage.

So Zuko reads the line again, and lets the fire brim up and overflow, until sparks chase the shout from his lips.

“Banishment to be overseen by Crown Princess Azula?”

- - -

“Prince Zuko,” Azula says, standing as tall as an eleven year old can. She’s using his title, so that he’ll use hers. And if he doesn’t than he’s ill-mannered and not fit for his own. 

“Crown Princess Azula,” Zuko grits out.

“I’ll just be inspecting your ship, then. Father’s orders.”

Two men are in shackles by the time she’s done. 

“—Fostering mutiny against your prince,” she is yelling, and somehow her voice is just as high-pitched as his without sounding childish at all. “When our father hears about this—”

- - -

“So you had them executed,” Fire Lord Ozai inquires. Lightly. And from behind his flames.

“Of course, father,” says the kneeling child. “It was an attack on our family.”

Her father doesn’t say anything.

Azula is eleven. Eleven, she had presumed, was old enough to count. 

One, two, three. Four, with Uncle. The royal family.

Her father is silent still.

One. Two.

“Forgive my impertinence, Fire Lord,” she says. “I will bring them to you for judgment next time.”

“Do so,” Fire Lord Ozai says. He does not contest the ‘next time.’

- - -

“Crown Princess Azula,” Zuko says.

“Your bandage is off, brother,” Azula says. “Are you blind?”

“No.”

(The blur of her red robes, the eye-searing glint of sunlight off her headpiece—he’s not blind in that eye. He’s just… still recovering.)

“Lovely,” she says. “Then what’s your excuse for the condition of this ship?”

…He has an increased budget for repairs, by the time she’s done. 

- - -

“Brother,” Azula says, “traditionally knives are to be delivered to the back.”

“I… what?” her brother says, still holding out the inexplicable thing. “No, I bought it at port. For you. See, it matches the one Uncle got me.”

“How original,” she says.

Her brother turns a shade of red that puts his bending to shame. Not that it’s a particularly high bar. “Fine, I’ll just—throw it out.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. At the least, Mai will want it.”

- - -

“Nice knife,” says Mai, looking at the hilt peeking out of Azula’s boot.

“Be silent,” Azula says, thus ending that conversation.

- - -

“Did great-grandfather… did we…” starts her brother, fresh from scurrying about the Eastern Air Temple like some particularly dim-witted pheasant-monkey, the dust not even brushed from his clothes even though he knew her ship was waiting down here. “Azula, there were children—”

“Be silent,” she says.

- - -

“You’re leaving frequently,” comments father, as his knife cuts through the pheasant-monkey, clicking against the plate below. The persimmon-cherry sauce is thick and red and smearing.  

“I find it advantageous to cultivate a working knowledge of our nation’s tactics,” Azula answers. She does not push around her meat like a child, but she does eat only lightly; the dish is more sour than she remembers.

“And your brother?”

“Oh, him,” she says, to which her father smiles.

- - -

“...What?” Zuko asks, blinking down at the scrolls. 

“It’s your birthday,” Azula says. “Apparently, I should have gotten you a calendar.”

“Thank you?”

She sighs.

- - -

“Do we… tell him we can hear him?” asks the assistant cook, as the prince continues monologuing. Dramatically, and loudly. Through the pipe connecting the drain of the kitchen sink to the ones in the shower. 

“Ssh, I think this is one of his new plays.”

- - -

She gets him a calendar for his next birthday. It’s not funny.

- - -

He gets her a doll, for hers. The look on Uncle’s face as she torches it in front of them both is hilarious.

- - -

“Brother,” she says, looking up at the damage to his ship. “This is not the way to requisition additional repair funds.”

“Captain Zhao,” her uncle says in the background, with heights of pleasant antagonism she can only aspire to. As if a general could mistake Zhao’s new insignia. Particularly with all the polishing he does. 

“It’s commander now.”

“How did you manage this?” she asks.

“Uh,” Zuko says. “Can we… speak alone?”

She eyes her brother’s shifting stance. Eyes, too, the way Zhao’s men are already moving to intercept and interrogate his crew. One of the new commander’s more noxious habits is stalking her brother’s every move. 

Well. She’d been meaning to deal with that, anyway.

Azula snaps her fingers at the commander’s guards.

“Detain him,” she says. And for a moment, just a moment, her dear uncle freezes, as if she were talking about someone he actually cared for.

The guards don’t. She’s trained them better than that.

“Princess,” Commander Zhao says, his snarl well hidden behind a smile. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Crown Princess Azula,” she corrects. “Now ssh; the adults are talking.”

- - -

They have an Avatar to catch, apparently. Her brother is coming home.

[ruinconstellation]

#her brother is coming home#it may be time for some other changes as well#how does the pheasant-monkey taste father?#oh of course I haven’t had any#you know I haven’t liked that since I was a little girl#are you feeling well father?#why don’t you have a little lie down father#oh is your crown uncomfortable?#let me just remove that for you#hush now#sleep#goodnight father#say hello to grandfather for me (tags from @muffinlance​)

[pangur-and-grim]

I told my little nephew that I'd wave at his airplane when it flew over my house today, and he very calmly and politely explained that it wouldn't be possible to see me due to the limitations of human vision. I said he just had to squint real hard, and he took a deep breath and went into the toddler version of "see, what you're not understanding–"

[pangur-and-grim]

[pangur-and-grim]

it is actually haunting me that I forgot to wave. if he looked out the airplane window, he wouldn’t have seen me…..

[iamnotlanuk]

[dahliavandare]

You’re just not ready. At no point in this video when he says the next thing are you ready.

[why-i-love-comics]

Detective Comics #1100 - "Lost & Found" (2025)

written by Tom Taylor art by Mikel Janin

[cobra-bubbles]

my life with ADHD

[mardu-mama]

This is very true and a great post.

But low key makes me think about how people with adhd have been raised their whole lives to value a day based on what they accomplished vs what they experienced

[thatgirlwithadhd]

I think your point is excellent. But also consider:

That list might say things like “Paint a picture. Go birdwatching. Finish that great novel I started reading. Call my grandma. Learn to bake a cake. Visit my sister. Play piano.”

For me at least, the good/fun things are harder without meds too. I can have the best intentions, but following through is hard.

[adhd-informative]

This addition is so important.

[vinceaddams]

Yeah. I once made a post in which I complained about being frustrated at my brain, and one of the things I said was:

“I should not be struggling this much to do things that I want to do and have the time, space, energy, and skills to do. Actually, when I list it all out like that, I should not be struggling at all to do those kinds of tasks.”

And I STILL somehow got a rant about capitalism in the comments. And I do understand where it’s coming from, yes, but goddamn did I not make myself clear? Did I not say Things That I Want To Do???

[therobotwig]

One year ago today I posted this practically shot Iron Giant photo I created using real figures, lighting, miniature sets & my trusty old tin foil for water technique & cotton wool for the splashes.

[wizardarchetypes]

like logically ofc i know my sleep disorder is indeed a disorder but it's still crazy to me that i have been taking my sleep meds every single night without fail for 3 months now, and as a result i have been sleeping by midnight and THROUGH the night every single night without fail for three months. but tonight i forgot to take it on time and now it's almost 3 am and i'm awake. it doesn't matter how long i stick to a rhythm, i will no magically become a healthy sleeper. these meds are genuinely life saving.

absolutely bonkers and actually MADDENING thinking about spending nearly three DECCAAAAADESSSS of my life believing i could just "fix" my schedule and get my sleep "on track." LMAO. i was up at 4 am when i was 6 years old sneaking downstairs to watch TV in misery bc i couldn't sleep and then i was still 32 YEARSSSS old like "no everyone listen THIS week i'm gonna avoid naps and go to bed on time and then i'll sleep normal from now on. for real this time." AJVBJAS SHUT UP!!!! NO YOU WEREN'T BABY!!!!!!!!! YOU WERE NEVER GONNA BE ABLE TO DO THAT!!!!!!

[wizardarchetypes]

i went to my doctor in march and i was like "man you gotta help me. i haven't slept in 75 hours. and i know sometimes people say that but they really mean they've only slept 2 or 3 hours a night for several nights, which is awful of course, but i mean quite literally i haven't slept in 75 hours. and i keep waiting to finally 'crash' but i don't."

and he was like, "has this ever happened to you before?"

and i said, "oh yeah loads of times, since i was a toddler."

and he said, "why are you just now getting help?"

and i said, "well recently when i hit the 60 hour mark i've started hallucinating birds. and that's new."

and he said, "what do you mean, birds?"

and i said, "i don't know, i think they're house sparrows"

and he said, "i didn't mean what kind of birds"

(true that's not what he said but it was hard to parse the nuances of the conversation because there were a bunch of house sparrows in the room)