Here's Your Bingo Card For NATLA. I Think You Can Already Get One With Just The Previews Tbh.

Honestly as much as I love lady gaga

I beg DC to let my girl be happy with her man hating gf who's an environmental terrorist in her free time.

Every time she finally gets out of the joker grip they scratch it all out and put her back in there.

PLEASE LET MY GIRLIE BE GAYYY

the fact that im not wearing a long hooded cloak that obscures my face with a longsword hanging off my belt is very homophobic actually

left brain says read sapphic poetry out of an old leather bound book in a thunderstorm gazing out the window in a turtleneck and cigarette pants

right brain says anarchy goblin, chunky sweater, dirt bastard bapey committing crimes and touching moss

a vengeful spectre. those who approach her notice her resemblance to a beloved knight who lost her life to the sea.

don't mess with the aroace ten shooters there's like 8 of us and david tennant

Raining at Versailles

Knightcore needs some love too!

Obsessed with old English literature about royalty and fighting for what you believe in.

Ready at a moments notice to fight for your friends or loved ones, even if they don't ask you to.

Loves collecting slag and other pieces of scrap metal.

Having a strong moral code that just like your loved ones, you are more than willing to defend.

Grass stained pants, shorts, and most often knees.

Helping others before yourself because it just feels that good.

Swords and decorative knives are where it's at!

Manners, being polite to everyone no matter who they are. Holding open doors, saying 'please' & 'thank you'. Being peeved when other's don't respect each other with manners or just are being rude.

portrait of a lady on fire, dir. céline sciamma // doubt comes in, hadestown // eurydice, sarah ruhl // metamorphoses: book x, ovid trans. anthony kline // “eurydice”, ocean vuong // talk, hozier

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image 4: text from Metamorphoses: Book X by Ovid that reads “They took the upward path, through the still silence, steep and dark, shadowy with dense fog, drawing near the threshold of the upper world. Afraid she was no longer there, and eager to see her, the lover turned his eyes. In an instant she turned back, and he, unhappy man, stretching out his arms to hold her and be held, clutched at nothing but the receding air. Dying a second time now, there was no complaint to her husband (what, then, could she complain of, except that she had been loved?). She spoke a last ‘farewell’ that, now, scarcely reached his ears, and turned against towards that same plane.”

image 6: screenshot of lyrics from “Talk” by Hozier that reads “I’d be the voice that urged Orpheus / when her body was found (Hey, yeah) / I’d be the choiceless hope in grief / That drove him underground (Hey, yeah) / I’d be the dreadful need in the devotee / That made him turn around (Hey, yeah) / And I’d be the immediate forgiveness / In Eurydice / Imagine being loved by me”

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And if Jason perceives his death anniversary completely differently from how his family do?

Jason, against the common belief, canonically doesn't talk about his death that much, and when he does, he feels like it is not something people need to dwell on — it is how they view and interpret his death, and the aftermath, that bothers him.

So, maybe on his death anniversary, Jason doesn't want to mourn. He wants to live. So he does. He visits his favourite places in the Gotham, chats with people he had missed, enjoys his day, and breathes, breathes, b r e a t h e s.

But once he steps in the Manor for a minute that day?

It is nothing but a kingdom of the grief.

Bruce is locked up in the Cave, straight in front of the memorial. Dick is not even around, and Jason takes a wild guess that he is visiting his grave in the meanwhile. Alfred maniacally cleans up in the library over and over, ignoring other duties. Even Tim, Tim, who technically has nothing to do with all of that, takes after others (almost instinctively), and acts along with a strange, dreadful atmosphere in the house.

And Jason is irritated, pissed off, but mostly hurt.

He is literally right here.

But once again, it changes absolutely nothing. It never does. Really.