Anise

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[staraniseed]

Sin

If forgiveness was in confessing then why am I still burning? Why is my skin charred and my hair filled with gray? If He was to cleanse me then why am I dirtier than I've ever been? If he created me as I am in his mercy then why am I this wretched? I've spent years screaming into the void only to never hear a whisper back, nothing but the echo of my own pleas. A lifetime begging for a sign that never comes.

[staraniseed]

I’ve been seeing some people come out in defense of Jason’s actions in season 4, people justifying his acts and going on about how he was grieving Chrissy, however I feel like those takes probably come from those who have never been truly outcast, from people who never were like Eddie, called a weirdo because of their past times or the way they dressed, because Jason immediately jumped when he figured he could blame someone he had already deemed lesser, because Jason’s hunt for Eddie didn’t start when he learned about Chrissy, it started with the comments done between hallways to which we see a preview in the cafeteria scene, the getting called out a freak, the magazine which recounts d&d as demonic, it started when someone decided that being different meant danger, we see how Jason and his friends view the freaks when they go to where the band was rehearsing, it was violent and it was relish in that exercise of their power over those freaks, even though they weren’t Eddie, his interaction with Nancy, the intimidation, so no, I cannot cut Jason slack the same way I can’t cut it for Billy, because both showed their true colors, that’s why a lot of people like me hated Jason, because he represented what some of us have always feared, a self righteous nutjob that spouts bible texts and thinks that gives them the right to extend punishment to those they have already condemned just for being different, that’s why I hated Jason Carver

[propussyslayer]

[staraniseed]

As someone who loves Steve I’m gonna say this one thing, if someone has to die I will accept it being him instead of any of the kids, although to be honest given certain narrative cues I think it is most likely to be Will, but I refuse to take a bury your gays, and so it is with a broken heart that I would give up Steve if it meant Will and the others kids could get a happy ending (although to be totally honest I wish nobody would die but it is the end and the stakes are so high it makes sense a main character would need to be killed off, but well, what do I know?)

[staraniseed]

I've been sitting here, mulling over vol.2 for the past couple of days and doing my best to actually digest it all although if I'm honest I think I'll need a little longer, especially with all the discourse going on that is kinda making me dizzy, however I will say this, we need this, it may be a little, hell it isn't even the bare minimum but when I tell you it is important to have a character in the mainstream address this, and of course things could be better, they should, but we cannot be unrealistic, especially with the current state of the world, and truth is that this time I feel like there is something about Will way more important than whether or not he gets together with Mike in a romantic, it's about Will and being queer, and sure it sucks, hell I would have jumped and thrown a goddam party or I dunno what if Byler had gotten confirmed, but we cannot loose sight of what we got, I'm not saying to settle, but I for one I'm going to treasure this if Will finds peace at the end of it all, and by peace I mean a life without shame where he can regain control of his life without the shadow of what happened to him looming over and obscuring everything.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I will count the little wins and it will certainly be a win if Will doesn't become another in the bury your gays trope, it is already a win to have had Will outright come out, even if the conditions of his coming out could have certainly be better and yes, we deserve more than just coming out stories made palatable for heterosexual audiences, but again, this is already meaningful, I can only hope that the ones still hiding like he was can find in him that they deserve love and a happy ending, that we deserve it.

I hope it make sense what I'm trying to say, I just needed to put this out, there is so much I'm still feeling and I will probably need longer to let everything sink in, my brain is still in a frenzy

[and-fishing-equipment]

in 2026 DO NOT ask yourself whether your art is GOOD

instead ask:

is it SINCERE

was it CATHARTIC

was it FUN TO MAKE

is it MADE BY ME

and don't forget to stay silly

[yellow-cat]

abandon shame. theres more interesting emotions to be felt

[staraniseed]

I miss her, sometimes so much it’s hard to breathe, no matter it’s been years, no matter I cannot remember the color of her eyes or the exact ring in her voice anymore, I still miss her, even saying her name hurts, like I’m gonna choke on those five letters, and I don’t know if I’ll ever truly heal

[ravenpureforever]

I think part of the reason I’m so obsessed with MXTX’s works is the way that each story seems to hold you gently as say “Your kindness mattered. It didn’t alleviate the suffering, it did not undo the pain. But your kindness mattered.”

Kindness could not erase Luo Binghe’s abuse, but it changed the story into a kinder one.

Kindness did not stop Wei Wuxian’s death, but it did save a-Yuan.

Kindness did not undo Xie Lian’s suffering, but it renewed his sincerity to help others.

Kindness did not change the entire world, but it helped create a softer future.

Its such a nice message, that maybe kindness will not protect you, maybe you don’t see the outcome of it, but you should still try to be kind, and I love that honestly.

[stuckinapril]

[monzterzack]

thanks for the memories even if they werent so great like some say

[narnian-neverlander]

Jason Todd’s favorite color was green, once upon a time.

The first motorbike he ever got to sit on was a bright neon green, courtesy of one of Willis’ friends that wasn’t a complete dick. His feet hadn’t even reached the pavement back then, but he’d decided he wanted one just like it when he grew up.

Catherine had brought home a small ice cream cake, one they really couldn’t afford, with pale light green frosting and green-white striped candles on one of his birthdays. To this day, it’s still the best cake he’s ever had.

His favorite spot in the manor had been a big, old armchair in the library, the dark moss green leather soft and pliant from years of use. Bruce had found him curled up in it, fast asleep with an open book in his lap, more often than he’d found him in his own bed.

Back then, green was relaxing and peaceful and safe.

Until it wasn’t.

He’d felt the clown’s hair, bloody, filthy strands of dirty swamp green, against his face as he’d leaned down to taunt him before smashing his face into the concrete floor again, blood from the wound on his forehead starting to obscure his vision.

He remembers waking up, truly waking up, drowning at the bottom of the pit, desperately clawing for the surface and then hacking and coughing up glowing green water, infusing him with new life he never asked for.

He avoids mirrors like the plague, cause he damn well knows he no longer shares his mom’s blue-ish gray eyes. Instead, the too bright, unnatural jade green of something that should no longer be walking the mortal plane stares back at him.

For a while, everything green was nothing more than a painful reminder of a life cut short, leaving him longing and envious of things that could’ve been.

And then you came along.

Jason doesn’t even notice it at first. But one day, it’s like he just looks up and sees that damn color everywhere.

There’s the tiny herb garden in your kitchen, along with the other plants in your apartment, leaves always a fresh, vibrant green thanks to your care. That of course includes the plants you’ve been sneaking into his apartment, despite his insistence that he doesn’t have time to properly care for them, which only lead to you informing him that you’ll be coming over more often to ‘give them all the love and care they may need.’ He’s fairly certain you consider him a plant, to that extent.

Your favorite set of bed sheets is a nice, rich, pine green; you even like them enough to have two of the same. Which means he’s woken up tangled in them often enough: in the middle of the night, roughly roused from sleep by another nightmare, only to get safely tucked into your arms or a rare lazy morning with nothing to do but bury further into the sheets when the light of day comes peeking in through the blinds, your form a comforting warmth curled into his chest.

He once came home to a rare, stupidly hard to find collector’s edition of Pride and Prejudice sitting on his nightstand; deep, earthy green leather contrasting beautifully against the letters and patterns emblazoned on the cover in shining gold. You’d come across it randomly and had just wanted to do something nice for him, you’d said. The receipt from a bookstore in Central City, halfway across the damn country, that accidentally landed at his feet when he took out the trash a few days later tells a different, much less casual story. He constantly keeps the book on his couch table now, displayed like a trophy, a prized possession.

And then there’s the morning that has you on the kitchen counter, kicking your legs back and forth while you watch him make breakfast for you both and Jason can feel it; he’s learned to read you like the back of his hand and it’s in the way he can see you staring at his profile out of his peripheral, head cocked to the side in deep thought, and he knows you’re about to say something that’s gonna punch the air from his lungs. He’s still utterly unprepared for hearing ‘I love you.’ for the first time and hence almost flips the pancake straight into the damn stovetop. When he does manage to look at you, he finds soft eyes, crinkled at the corners to accompany the affectionate, if slightly amused smile on your face, completely at rest and undisturbed, like saying what you just did comes as easy to you as breathing. Naturally, you’re snuggled into a hoodie you stole from him and of course the stupid thing is fucking green.

So yeah, maybe green still is Jason’s favorite color - if only because nowadays it reminds him of you.

[staraniseed]

She who changed the prophecy

Jason spent the nights out there risking his life for the things he believed in, doing what he thought was good for Gotham, and so it wasn't rare for him to spend the mornings catching up on sleep.

However, his time on the streets paired with a life as a vigilante had turned him into a light sleeper, which is why you usually went about your mornings as quiet as a mouse, so it shouldn't come as a surprise that he shot up with your scream that could have woken the dead.

Ready in a blink of an eye with a gun in hand he ran to the kitchen scared to death for you, finding you on the floor, covering your mouth with a hand while the other held your phone but what finally triggered the remaining alarms was seeing the tears run down your face like from an open faucet.

"What happened? Are you hurt? Did someone send you something?" he found pride in saying that few things truly scared him nowadays, however sole concept of you in pain took the crown.

Sobbing you turned your phone to him and out of all the crude and horrible scenarios he had expected he didn't imagine an engagement post, however that was what he was looking at. A couple in the middle of a flower garden, the guy kneeling and holding the girl as if she were the most precious being took front and center on your phone screen.

His blood pressure went back down to a normal level and he took a deep breath before looking at you.

"Care to elaborate, Princess?" he helped you up with care while you kept sobbing and hiccuping.

"She's changed the prophecy"

"Doll, I'm gonna need your help here" he cupped your cheek softly while tilting your head up, looking into your eyes.

"Taylor, she's engaged" you choked out a sob as a smile broke out from your lips.

He blinked a few times in silence, going through a mental list of your friends before his nose scrunched.

"Taylor?"

"Yes! Taylor got engaged to Travis!" you exclaimed out exasperated.

"You mean Taylor Swift?"

"Yes!" a weird mix of laugh and sob shook you in his arms.

"You are crying because Taylor Swift got engaged?" he smirked.

"Because she changed the prophecy at last, she found someone who celebrates her, found her timeless love and she's gonna be the loveliest bride" you ranted out while he just stared at you.

"She who sang about heartbreak and wanting a love that is real, she gets her happy ending, she's no longer a sad song, she wrote she wouldn't marry herself but now found someone who wants to, and I know it's silly and a little crazy but I- I just-" you continued but were interrupted by more crying but this time he simply pulled you to his chest and let you cry in his arms, caressing your hair.

While counting his blessings because such a heart like yours that cries for others belongs to him, he also thinks back to the little box he has inside his bedside table and knows it's time to stop mulling over the reasons why he doesn't feel worthy of you and take action, after all, you've waited long enough to change your own prophecy too.

~~~~~~~~~~

Like the rest of the swifties I'm in complete joy for the news but since I'm currently in my Jason Todd brainrot, this is what came out of my head

[staraniseed]

As soon as Jason entered the apartment he was met with smoke, instinct kicked in as he rushed looking for you, only to enter the kitchen and have the oversweet scent of synthetic vanilla hit him like a train. The next thing he noticed was the cloud of flour dust with you in the middle of it, hair a mess and your brown sweater now turned white as well as your brows. He worried for a second over the bright red staining your hands before stepping over a bottle of red food dye.

"You were supposed to be back later" most people would have dreaded hearing that from their partner, but given the scene in front of him he could guess the reason behind your words.

"What are you doing?" he sighed, holding back a smile while approaching you, trying to put on a frown and failing.

"It's your birthday"

"You didn't have to do anything" he wipes off some flour from your cheek as he says that.

"You said chocolate was your favorite, and I know you didn’t want me to buy anything, but in my family homemade was the norm and since it is not bought I didn’t break my promise” you chuckled “I know I’m no Alfred but if not a gift, then I wanted you to have this" you point to the counter where there was a cake with an uneven chocolate coating and in the middle you had spelled his name crookedly with pink frosting.

[chaoticbatfam]

”why’ve you been spending all your time on your phone” well, the current state of the world depresses me and given that I can’t really do anything about it, I’ve turned to fictional worlds instead. Does this really surprise you?? I’ve been doing it since I was 10 years old and picked up Harry Potter for the first time, only now I can’t even do that, because the author turned out to be a giant fuckwad

[staraniseed]

What if when Jason returned to Gotham, someone had gotten to Joker before him? What if the first thing he finds upon arrival is that someone managed to kill the clown?

I don’t know, I’ve been thinking about someone killing for Jason, how would he react to that? (I know Dick killed Joker but I don’t feel like it really counts considering Jason doesn’t know about that)

I wonder if I should develop the idea, it’s just a thought but maybe I will

[staraniseed]

All of Bruce’s kids inherited parts of him and he regrets that, if only he realized not everything is as horrible as he views it. In trying to stop them from becoming him, he has pushed them away, burned down the bridges that connected them to him, turned his back to the things that would have brought them close because he would understand them if he dared to actually look at his kids for them.

[staraniseed]

When assigning greek deities to the batfam I think the most obvious pick for Jason tends to be Ares and I’m not gonna say I disagree, I actually think it’s rather an accurate fit but I think usually people go for the obvious reasons and miss the core points. Yes, Jay is considered the violent one, the crass and impulsive much like Ares and that’s it.

But I want to point out that Ares is more than blood and so is Jason, both are passionate, emotional, competitive, both have a father that treats them like a disgrace and a loose end, both are cast aside in favor of the golden child that embodies that which they are not, more than that, both are representation of the ugly side of war, a constant reminder of pain and that is why they get disliked, we all like to think we could ride into battle and become heroes but they show us what reality would be for most. Jason was the soldier boy fallen victim to a war he didn’t start nor could fully understand and Ares is the embodiment of the bloodshed, the most raw and horrid reality of war.

People would assign Ares to Jason without knowing how painfully right they are, without knowing in which way the assessment is actually correct.

Sorry for the rant, I got a little carried away