“we Need More ‘weird’ Queers!”

I'm thinking so hard about a non-superhero Biker AU because the angst in DC is once again getting to me. I mean there's still so much angst but yk... Anyway, listen up:

Bruce Wayne, famous bike racer, son of a famous bike racer. Alfred, his godfather and a pit mechanic, took him in. The Graysons were some of his biggest supports in the sport once Bruce's parents died. We jump ahead a bit, Bruce is sixteen and a baby Dick Grayson is born. He grows up to be inquisitive as hell, skilled in many sports including dance and gymnastics, and of course a fascination with bikes.

When Dick is ten, his parents die in an accident. He's tossed into the foster system for a bit, and Bruce figures that he has to take the kid in. It takes a bit to get the papers approved for him to be a foster parent, but eventually he's cleared and volunteers to take the kid on. Dick takes a while to adjust and process, but Bruce has an extensive garage and Dick is thrilled.

Said garage is where we meet a 12 year oldJason Todd six years later, as he tries to steal the tires off the bat bike. He then gets spotted by Bruce who just wanted to go grocery shopping, but instead gets hit with a tire iron and called a boob. (Gotta give the occasional nod to cannon) Two weeks later, Bruce gets a call about an emergency placement in his area, and when the kid shows up, the fury in his eyes and the ratty old red backpack are unmistakable.

Those two ideas are pretty solid, and I'll keep updating as I come up with ideas and things. Feel free to reblog/reply/ask with any thoughts of your own!

This video is from 2021 but still holds true to this day.

It's of a Palestinian child telling an Israeli soilder to get off her land.

And this, this is unironically the biggest threat to Israel.

That the people of the world are not with them.

That they are exposed as the illegal occupation colonising land that does not belong to them, while they try to wipe out the indigenous Palestinian population.

A six year old child telling them this land isn't there's, that's what they are most afraid of.

50% of Gaza is made up of children like this.

This is who Israel want to wipe out.

Hamas even used a recording of 2 children speaking in Arabic and the Israeli soilders came running.

Not because they knew Hamas was there, but because they heard the sound of children and came running with their guns.

They are the terrorists.

They are the ones carpet combing civilians, killing Palestinians and Israeli civilians.

They are the monsters.

But they aren't feared.

they don’t talk about what the others say/do if they get gassed by scarecrow

the screams and pleas to people who are no longer here, the fact that dick climbs up buildings and tries to catch people who aren’t there

that tim acts so eerily calm on the gas, that the only way they could tell is that he wasn’t verbally responding along with his skyrocketing heart rate, and then the screams that come when he finally sleeps

it was when it took five of them to keep jason from trying to rebury himself after a rough dosage that they decided to actually talk about it

how cass has memories and sees blood from her only kill, over and over, feeling and seeing his anguish without a single word spoken

steph’s was being trapped in a hospital bed, she can feel bruce and tim mourning beside her, she’s screaming to be let out but can’t move

duke watches his parents get gassed by the joker, over and over, he’s never able to reach them. never able to save them, no matter how hard he tries

damian’s mind fills with hisses of how he’s betraying his bloodline, either path he chooses, one side is full of shame. anytime he’s gassed, it’s a toss up on who’s delivering the blows

bruce reveals that his mistakes flash through him, he constantly sees the heartbreak he inflicted onto his family, in field and out of, how sometimes it’s his own parents, coming and showing their disapproval, with how he’s failed

they spend the rest of the night in the main living room, covered in large blankets and drinking tea, just embracing the silent company of the others,

the comfort in the knowledge that they all know and have felt and yet, they all are still here

Reading fantasy again, I've started thinking about how odd it is how in books like that, the non-human races invariably scoff at human frailty and vulnerability, even those that they'll call friends. Like that's mean?? Why would you be a dick to your friend who you know is not capable of as much as you are, and it's not their fault they were born like that. That's mean.

Like consider the opposite: Characters of non-human races treating their human companions like frail little old dogs. Worrying about small wounds being fatal - humans die of small injuries all the time - or being surprised that humans can actually eat salt, even if they can't stomach other spicy rocks. Being amazed that a human friend they haven't seen in 10 years still looks so young, they've hardly aged at all! And when the human tries to explain that they weren't going to just unexpectedly shrivel into a raisin in 10 years, the longer-lifespan friend dismisses this like no, he's seen it happen, you don't see a human for 10 or 20 years and they've shriveled in a blink.

Elves arguing with each other like "you can't take her out there, she will die!" and when the human gets there to ask what they're talking about, they explain to her that the journey will take them through a passage where it's going to be sunny out there. Humans burn in the sun. And she will have to clarify that no, actually, she'll be fine. They fight her about it, until she manages to convince them that it's not like vampires - humans only burn a little bit in the sun, not all the way through. She'll be fine if she just wears a hat.

Meanwhile dwarves are reluctant to allow humans in their mines and cities, not just out of being secretive, but because they know that you cannot bring humans underground, they will go insane if they go too long without seeing the sun. Nobody is entirely sure how long that is, but the general consensus is three days. One time a human tries to explain their dwarf companion that this is not true, there are humans that endure much longer darkness than that. As a matter of fact, in the furthest habited corners of the lands of the Northmen, the winter sun barely rises at all. Humans can survive three weeks of darkness, and not just once, but every single year.

"Then how do they sane?" Asks the dwarf, and just as he does, the conversation gets interrupted by the northland human, who had been eavesdropping, and turns to look at them with an unnerving glint in her colourless grey eyes, grinning while saying

"That's the neat part, we don't."

I have a folder called Time is a Flat Circle in which I collect evidence of humanity. Here is most of them.

i love fur, i love leather, i love wool, i love long lasting materials without plastic in them that will decompose and go back into the ecosystem after serving me well for several decades.

i could talk at length about how bruce kneels at the shadow of john grayson and remains terrified of calling dick grayson his son, both from the weight of loving someone that deeply and the fear of replacing dick’s parents. how they’re father and son and brother and brother and best friend and companion and confidante and confessor and they’re so tangled up in each other that they’re trapped in the cage they both refuse to leave. but people are still gonna try to convince me that dick is not bruces child in any real way that matters. cmon now.

I feel like every time I draw my art style changes just a smidge but anyways!!! Thank y’all so much for all the love, have some Cass and Duke cause they are very underrated!

"I have a weeeed soda!" My sibling, just now