coffeeandcastiel:

austriea:

man you know what I want? a superhero series where they have powers that 100% contradict their personalities. a fishermans daughter who lives by the sea, swims every day, learns that she can control fire. a boy who’s mortified of heights but realizes he can use antigravity and hates it. someone who was bitten by a dog as a child, suffers extreme fear around animals, can now communicate with them. they’re all disgusted by their powers.

write a book

This would be really good!  Can’t you just see it?  It would be such a great way to show characters needing to accept who they are even if they fear it.  Not only that, but people would go about it all wrong to try and convince them to accept themselves.  Like someone would be falling from a high building and the boy who can fly, who is afraid of heights, would just stand there shaking and the crowd who knows he can fly would be like, “GO AND SAVE HER WHAT ARE YOU DOING DON’T JUST STAND THERE!!!”  And he would be so scared and so torn because he’d want to, but would just be terrified.

And you know, at the same time, there would be the “these kids are freaks” group to add to the pressure, just… wow, such a great idea, this needs to be a thing!

ctrayn:

I wish Batman was depicted like this more often.  Many of his villains are mentally ill and victims of tragic circumstances, it would be nice to see him try to help them as much as he helps the people they put in danger because of their problems.

I agree.  I mean I love the dark and gritty Batman world, sure, but I really love the Batman: Animated Series world.  I liked the idea that not all of the bad guys were these terrible, unredeemable folks.  I liked that, at some points in the series, they really just.. wanted to be normal.  And I liked the times when Batman understood that, like here.  "I had a bad day once, too.“  I like that the bad guys in this series felt so… human.  Not completely bad, but not completely good.  Some were terrible, some were just going about things wrong.  This was the first series I watched as a kid where good and bad wasn’t this clear cut definition.

Sometimes, Batman had to be the hero and stop the Penguin.

Sometimes, the Penguin just… wanted the girl to like him

Sometimes, Batman was right about everything.

Other times, he felt guilty about the things he did: Two-Face, for example, was a good person before.  Which yes, the Nolan movies captured, but in the animated series him and Bruce were friends, for a while!  (there were episodes he showed up in BEFORE the Two-Face episode, there was a friendship between them, and it killed Bruce to see that happen to him).  

But the best part about the moments where Batman felt guilty about the villains?  He actually… cared about some of them.  He cared about Robin and Batgirl, sure, but… having nightmares about Two Face.  Feeling bad for Mr. Freeze and his wife.  Just… episodes where the good guys learn the back story of the bad guys and just had this moment of, ”… wow.  Shit.“  Because then, as a kid (and adult), you’re watching like, "Wow… so you’re not flat out bad.”  Because some of us have, as Batman says here, “A bad day.”

It also answers the question that I had as a kid of, you know, why doesn’t the hero just get rid of the bad guy?  You keep locking him or her away, they get out, and do it all over again.  But this series, this CARTOON, shows that hey, the bad guys are people too.  

Harley just… wanted a dress.  

brichibiwritesthings:

Why couldn’t he be like those cartoon heroes

That they’d watch together on Saturday mornings

Who hid that impenetrable S behind a suit jacket

Or keep nifty gadgets in a bright, yellow belt

Why couldn’t he a hero from Japan

That could create a blaze of blue fire between his fingertips

Who shouted out outrageous commands ka me…

Before he released the destruction from the palms of his hands

Why couldn’t he be a ranger of justice

Who transformed with a morpher and coin

Who knew all sorts of martial arts

And called on prehistoric robots that created something mega

Why couldn’t he be like the 8-bit heroes

Who could touch a flower and burn things to a crisp

Who could grab a leaf and fly high into the sky

Who could jump on a turtle use its shell as a weapon

Instead

He’s breathing out his last life

Wondering why

He couldn’t be any of those heroes

Who would never leave her behind

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Notes:  Urm… yeah, I’ve been thinking about my big brother lately and this is what came out of that.  I’ve written something like this before quite some time ago, but from my point of view, not his.  So… here?

I’m not sure why its angst day at the writing blog, but apparently it is.  You’re all invited?