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🥲what…?

Hypocrite that you are, for you to trust the chemicals in your brain to tell you they are chemicals. All knowledge is ultimately based on which we cannot prove. Will you fight or perish like a dog?

after all the background drawing, doodling some headshots feels like the most relaxing thing ever,, i should do a fully rendered piece too tho hhh

also my favorite egg look at him go i would die for him

It’s a meme but it somehow feels accurate.

I wish I could have fit everybody.

The jealous bird man

Confusion(tm)

Inspired by @/reallytiredme's body swap idea on Twitter

Seriously though, can we get some acknowledgement of how much one piece’s themes fit really well into that very particular flavor of super down to earth and joyful anarchism? The kind of Emma Goldman saying “If I can’t dance I don’t want to be part of your revolution.” There is such a dense thematic cohesion around freedom and how the person who aspires to be the freest of them all also spreads freedom wherever he goes. Where a wish for a world where people are free is expressed as being able to eat however much they want. Where joy and life are at the forefront of everything, not buried by theory or complicated politics or power struggles. Luffy inherently understands that joy is worth pursuing and that is all he needs to know to understand the world around him. All he needs to know is that when the right to joy is taken from people he cares about (and he cares about anyone he meets who will show him some basic kindness in return for his own) he has fists to throw and rather than being the sole liberator and leader of his own version of freedom he instead just tears down the oppressive structures and gives people back their own belief and hope, leaving them to build something for themselves, something he has no interest being involved in because he can’t take charge of the lives of others. Freedom = joy and life = food in one piece and it’s such a simple way to address it, but it strips away all of the bullshit that overcomplicated it. It presents the theme from a perspective that everyone can understand, no matter how much you understand the specific political situation, or the logistics of revolution. And I think that’s important. It’s important to understand that freedom serves people, because otherwise you run into danger of making people serve an abstract idea of freedom.

No mangoes left behind

More mermaid stuff

really random but this was purely inspired because I couldn’t get the Beautiful Boy song out of my head.

Baby Damian and Robin Steph

Jason and Bruce had an intense fight, which somehow led to an even more intense heart-to-heart

——

Jason: … *feeling awkward since he spilled his guts on how Willis still affects him*

Bruce: … *wringing his hands* I called Alfred Dad once… when I was younger…

Jason: *turns to Bruce* ?

Jason: I mean… yeah? Isn’t he basically your Dad and everything?

Bruce: *chuckles softly* Yeah, now. But definitely not back then.

Bruce: He got so… *closes eyes as he searches for the word* mad at me.

Jason: *in disbelief* Mad??? He got mad??

Bruce: Maybe that’s not the right word, but that's what it felt like. He wouldn’t talk to me for two weeks. And even after, he was… distant.

Jason: That’s so fucking cruel! Why would Alfred…? *Jason scowls but relaxes slightly as Bruce throws an arm over his shoulder and snuggles with him*

Bruce: I wasn’t allowed to go outside yet. It was still too fresh from my parents' death, and being swarmed by the media would be… bad. I was stuck alone in the manor with the only person I could talk to giving me the worst silent treatment of my life.

Bruce: Honestly, some of the things I had to go through in my childhood... I don't know why Alfred did the things that he did, or why I had to go through it. But... it happened.

——

Bruce can feel Jason get angry before he can see or hear it. He can feel how his son’s body tenses up, as if he were moments away from jumping off the couch and storming the manor to search for the old butler.

Bruce squeezed him closer and ran his fingers through Jason’s hair, wincing as he snagged a few unbrushed knots in the tangled mess.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Bruce murmured, unable to suppress the small smile that crept up on his face from the grunt Jason let out, incredibly reminiscent of when Jason was barely up to his waist.

“It’s not,” Jason argued, turning slightly and pushing his face into the crook of Bruce’s neck. “It’s not. Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Bruce knows that Jason doesn’t mean the questions to sound like accusations, but he winces at the tone anyway. None of his kids can handle being left out of information, even if Bruce deemed it unimportant, like his history with Alfred.

“Alfred was put in a very… difficult position,” Bruce said slowly, tugging gently on one of Jason’s curls. “I’m surprised he kept me. I’m not the easiest person to take care of. You know how I am.”

“That shouldn’t matter if you’re a child.” Jason snapped. “It didn’t matter for you when it was me!” Jason huffed, then paused. “Right? It didn’t matter, did it?”

“I’d go back a trillion and one times to take care of you over and over again. You and all of your siblings.” Bruce chuckled. “But… I wanted you. Wanted all of you. I had a choice. I… I took that away from Alfred.”

Jason grimaces and squeezes Bruce’s hand, pulling his Dad away from the dark thoughts he was bound to fall into.

“Alfred was forced to take care of a traumatized problem child when he only signed up to be a butler. He most likely figured that my parents would shift my custody over to another branch of the family if it came down to it.” Bruce’s fingers twitched with the urge to scratch at his skin, give him something to control, unlike his emotions. “He wasn’t prepared. Who would want to take care of their dead employers' child?”

“But-“

“Alfred is only human, Jay, even if he acts like he’s not,” Bruce said firmly, tilting Jason’s head so he could look into his son’s beautiful green eyes, filled with the determination and need to defend his Dad. “I forgive him. For every mistake that he’s ever made. For all the mistakes he will continue to make. I… I love him, nothing will change that.”

Jason was silent, staring off into the distance as Bruce continued to play with his hair. He turned over what Bruce said in his mind. He could tell that Bruce still hadn’t told him everything, and maybe he never would.

“I forgive you, too.”

“You don’t have to.”

“… yeah. I know.”