Amy sells out

I am a white multisexual atheist vegetarian cis female physics major. I spend most of my time fangirling Connor Hawke and Jason Todd. This blog is sex-positive, body positive, QUILTBAG positive, anti-racism, anti-misogyny, anti-ableism, anti-oppression in general, anti-whatever fuckery DC is pulling now, and pro-Missing-E. Check out http://daggerpen.livejournal.com/tag/fanfiction for my fics.

Please also tag for Fabian Nicieza and Grant Morrison, as well as the issue numbers of the arcs in which they both butchered Jason's characterization, as well as for typical trigger warnings. I am very serious about this- I unfollow people who don't fucking tag.

I am likewise willing to tag for anything. I do my best to tag for anything that might generally be a problem for someone, but if I'm posting something you need to Savior, just drop me an ask and I'll do my best.

It seriously seems like that sometimes.

I swear, the mental health infrastructure in Gotham ishorrible. No wonder so many people with mental illnesses turn to crime. Dealing with schizophrenia? Off to Arkham with you! I’m sure that experience will absolutely benefit your overall mental health, and absolutely won’t haunt you in the future.

Like seriously, what the fuck is up with some of this?

Like, no, seriously. An issue I was reading earlier (I am currently going over some of the old Cataclysm and later issues with a friend), an Arkham guard is kidnapped by inmates, who have a story-telling contest for the right to kill him. (I don’t even know.) At the end, it is decided that all their stories are equally good, so they… carve their names into different parts of his body or something, I guess? To mark off their claim for later? And we see this when his wife is visiting him… naked in a cell in Arkham and chained to the floor. Oh, and apparently they’re calling him Jigsaw now.

Um

What the fuck?

Yes, that was an absolutely appropriate and reasonable way for this to end.