theres like. a line between things that are “ok to enjoy as long as youre critical of it” and things that are “if you were actually critical of this theres literally no way you could enjoy it to begin with because the shitty aspects are fundamental to the story/media”
“Batman has more than one son,“ I say into the mic.
The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.
“She’s right,” I hear. I look around for the owner of the voice. There in the fifth row, he stands: Bruce Wayne himself.
“What does he know about Batman” the crowd replies and resumes booing. Bruce Wayne discreetly leaves the room. In an unrelated turn of events, a voice speaks from above. “She’s right,” I hear. There crashing through the skylight: Batman.
the biggest influence tumblr has had on my life is that i always think of that ‘when white people do that half-jog across the road’ post when i do that white person half-jog across the road
i love it when you accidentally meet eyes with a stranger in public and you flash a quick polite smile and they look at you like they wish you were dead in a ditch
