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Let Me Speak: A Character Study
(A story of life, love, and hope; of sorrow, struggle, and rebuilding after loss. A story of everything a life can be, and all the ways it matters. A character study of Melinda May, and the parts of her story they didn’t tell.)
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PART ONE
At the age of six years old, Melinda Qiaolian May knew two things:
One—regardless of the cheerful ribbing from her father about children and the things they would understand when they were older, she would not, at any point in her life, enjoy coffee. (This assertion stood the test of time, as it turned out, a fact Melinda maintained with righteous dignity throughout her life).
Two—she was not afraid of heights.
There were other things she knew, of course, and things she was very much afraid of. But — there are priorities. As she grew older, Melinda liked to keep a count of all the things that didn’t scare her, and practiced leaning into the way those certainties weighed steady on her spine when shadows stretched strangely in the night.
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the wages of war are a burden to the soul, to the very essence of what it means to be human, a vicious sensory violation as your blood leaves with your will to live. im not sure how much longer i can take it
Nata: *Posts Sheep*
Anon: *Says Baa"
Nata: *exclaims Baa! and then curses Pavlov's name.*
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Far Cry 5, and How I Feel a Week after Beating It
@weekend-writer, here we go. Hold on to your butts.
I just recently finished Far Cry 5, and mid-way through the playthrough, someone asked if I thought it was worth the 60$ USD and I had originally said yes. Now, having completed the game, I’m rethinking that stance. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not sorry I bought the game for full price, but I’m definitely a bit - sad over it. So I’m going to go through the game point by point, in a somewhat blistering, disappointed review.
Obviously, beyond the cut, there are SPOILERS ahead.
Okay, so for today's nonsense, the prompt was 'most unhinged ways to derail Jason's Red Hood revenge plot.' I have seen various posts about Jason or Tim or even Bruce getting turned into a cat and discovering things like Hood's identity or familial love, etc, etc. That's all well and good, but I am officially That Person With The Bird Obsession, so. You can probably guess where this is going.
Nightwing gets turned into a bird; Red Hood sees it happen. Jason goes to pick up the bird, because even if he's pissed at him, he can't let Dick wander around Gotham as a goddamn cockatiel. He also can't just hand Batman a bird and say it's his son, how would he prove and/or justify that? So he's stuck with the obnoxious, parrot form of his older brother.
Dick, meanwhile, is freaking out because he's 1) been turned into a pet and 2) is currently in the hands of a dangerous crimelord who could easily end his life just by squeezing too hard. So when Hood starts asking him questions to see if Nightwing is still in there or if he's literally, functionally a bird, Dick pulls out the most convincing act of his life and pretends to be a cockatiel. Full-on no thoughts, head empty, screech and flap and do a head bob.
Dick: Shit, what do cockatiels do? Think, Grayson, remember all those bird videos you watched!
Dick: *starts whistling the chorus to September while headbanging*
Jason: ...I literally can't tell if this is out of character or not.
Six Cryptids, One Bird
I’ve been thinking about cryptid Bat-family again, so here’s a very long ramble for you guys.
For background, let’s say that cryptids can sense each other. For some, it’s in the way the air currents don’t quite move the way they should around a certain individual. For others, it’s in the way the light hits them just a bit wrong, or the way their shadow is just a shade or two too dark. Maybe it’s the way their voice echoes, or a certain smell. The point is, they know. They always know.
So when Bruce Wayne picks Dick Grayson up off the bloodied sawdust of Haly’s’ center ring, he knows the boy is human. He knows this is a traumatized, grieving, human child, and he doesn’t want to scare him. He doesn’t want to add to Dick’s nightmares. So he doesn’t tell him. Even when Dick starts to smile again, starts to grow past his trauma, Bruce doesn’t say a word, because now it’s too awkward. He’s kept the secret too long. What would he even say, at this point, that wouldn’t come across as patronizing or a lack of trust? And so he says nothing.
Then Dick leaves, and Bruce finds a baby cryptid stealing his tires. This time, he doesn’t have to worry about explaining himself, because Jason Todd already knows. He can sense Bruce as easily as Bruce sensed him. And when Dick comes back, angry and hurt that Bruce gave away his name, Bruce doesn’t tell him the truth. He doesn’t want Dick to think Bruce fired him for being human, or to feel like he wasn’t enough. He asks Jason not to tell Dick either, and Jason agrees. It’s obvious his so-called brother is already less than pleased with him - the last thing he wants is to give Dick another reason to hate him.
(Nevermind that Dick isn’t mad at Jason, not really. He knows it’s not the kid’s fault. He’s not ready, yet, to be an older brother, but he’ll get there.)
Then Jason dies, and everything goes to hell. Dick is gone again, and Tim Drake, spawned from the shadowed depths of Gotham, pushes his way into the light to make sure Batman doesn’t fall. He doesn’t question it when Bruce orders him to keep their otherness a secret. After all, he’s Batman. He must have a good reason, and Tim is very good at hiding. He’s been doing it his whole life.
Time moves on, and the family grows. Jason comes back. Steph and Cass appear, slowly working their way beneath the Batman’s sheltering cape. They all recognize each other for what they are, and they all keep each other’s secrets. When Damian arrives, full of spite and fear and superiority, he holds tight to his mother’s advice: to conceal his nature like the weapon it is, brought into the open only for the final strike. His not-siblings may already know what he is, but Grayson remains oblivious, and Damian knows better than to give up an advantage.
(But then he gets to know Dick, starts to trust and maybe even love him, and that final, decisive blow never comes.)
Bruce has gathered a total of five other cryptids and one human under his care. He’s kept his secret for so long. They’ve all kept their secrets, and now none of them know how to confess. They feel bad for keeping it from Dick, but they’re too embarrassed, too guilty, too afraid to do anything about it. So they leave it be. It’s a miserable, family-wide conspiracy to keep the truth from their poor, oblivious, human brother.
Here’s the thing, though - Dick Grayson is not human. He’s not a cryptid, either. He’s a Fae. And while he may not know exactly what his family members are, he can tell there’s something supernatural there. He’s not going to push them about it, though. That would be rude. Instead, he resolves to let them set the pace. They’ll come to him when they’re ready, he’s sure.
And so, while the whole family is running around, jumping through hoops to conceal their strangeness from him, Dick is happily living his bird life and making a point to gently remind them, every once in a while, that if they need to talk about anything - anything at all - he’d be glad to listen. :)