Okay, Batman of Zur-En-Arrh is much, much crazier than that. That whole Zur-En-Arrh adventure was a weird dream that he once had while under the effects of Tibetan drugs, where he decided to create a backup personality so that if his main one was ever compromised, he had something to fall back on. Which was fuckbugs bananas. And Zur-En-Arrh itself is a trigger phrase based on a joke that Thomas Wayne made moments before he was shot, where he'd said that if someone like Don Diego de la Vega really existed in Gotham, they'd throw Zorro InArkham.
The thing about Mr. Freeze is that Nora was not fridged (no pun intended), but in the New 52 world, Freeze was never married to Nora. New Victor Fries is a mentally unstable, lonely person who began a parasocial relationship (read: unrequited) with a cryogenically-frozen woman from the 50's who was put on ice because of her terminal disease. Whether that makes Mr. Freeze better or worse depends on you, but so far I've from other folks that they were pretty sick of "muh nora" whenever Freeze showed up.
I understand that sort of feeling, but I feel that's because of overemphasis on the backstory rather than the backstory itself.
For me as a reader, I liked that Freeze had a focus rather than just being it for the crazy (like most of Batman's Rogues Gallery) or the money (like Penguin and a few of the other 'sane' ones). It opens up a tragic anti-heroic nature to him that's not really open to, say, Penguin. There's places you could take old Freeze without changing what's now endemic to the character.
"I actually love problematic characters and characters with fucked up toxic relationships.
I don’t think Tumblr as a whole has any idea how to differentiate between a text ignoring the moral dimensions of its characters’ actions and a text introducing problematic or even abusive behavior in order to examine it.
I am eating an entire fucking bowl of pasta salad that’s slathered in mayo right now as I type this post and it is fucking delicious"
Who's riding so late through th' endless wild? The father 't is with his infant child; He thinks the boy 's well off in his arm, He grasps him tightly, he keeps him warm.
My son, say why are you hiding your face ? Oh father, the Erlking 's coming apace, The Erlking 's here with his train and crown! My son, the fog moves up and down. -
Be good, my child, come, go with me! I know nice games, will play them with thee, And flowers thou 'It find near by where I live, pretty dress my mother will give."
Dear father, oh father, and do you not hear What th' Erlking whispers so close to my ear? Be quiet, do be quiet, my son, Through leaves the wind is rustling anon.
Do come, my darling, oh come with me! Good care my daughters will take of thee, My daughters will dance about thee in a ring, Will rock thee to sleep and will prettily sing."
Dear father, oh father, and do you not see The Erlking's daughters so near to me? My son, my son, no one 's in our way, The willows are looking unusually gray.
I love thee, thy beauty I covet and choose, Be willing, my darling, or force I shall use! "Dear father, oh father, he seizes my arm! The Erlking, father, has done me harm.
The father shudders, he darts through the wild; With agony fill him the groans of his child. He reached his farm with fear and dread; The infant son in his arms was dead.
donald trump brags about having a higher iq than the "haters and losers" too
Donald Trump may seem like a stupid person, but he is a high IQ successful person who has collected many utilons and is a businessman, which requires good meta-level knowledge.
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this guy was a NEJM editor
Ed, Edd, and Eddy
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Or Tarot: Witch Of The Black Rose
I don’t think Tumblr as a whole has any idea how to differentiate between a text ignoring the moral dimensions of its characters’ actions and a text introducing problematic or even abusive behavior in order to examine it.
I am eating an entire fucking bowl of pasta salad that’s slathered in mayo right now as I type this post and it is fucking delicious"
I was with this til the last bit
is this what it feels like to be a Sociable Person
That changes everything.
Do pierogies count as white people food? What about borscht?
The father 't is with his infant child;
He thinks the boy 's well off in his arm,
He grasps him tightly, he keeps him warm.
My son, say why are you hiding your face ?
Oh father, the Erlking 's coming apace,
The Erlking 's here with his train and crown!
My son, the fog moves up and down. -
Be good, my child, come, go with me!
I know nice games, will play them with thee,
And flowers thou 'It find near by where
I live, pretty dress my mother will give."
Dear father, oh father, and do you not hear
What th' Erlking whispers so close to my ear?
Be quiet, do be quiet, my son,
Through leaves the wind is rustling anon.
Do come, my darling, oh come with me!
Good care my daughters will take of thee,
My daughters will dance about thee in a ring,
Will rock thee to sleep and will prettily sing."
Dear father, oh father, and do you not see
The Erlking's daughters so near to me?
My son, my son, no one 's in our way,
The willows are looking unusually gray.
I love thee, thy beauty I covet and choose,
Be willing, my darling, or force I shall use!
"Dear father, oh father, he seizes my arm!
The Erlking, father, has done me harm.
The father shudders, he darts through the wild;
With agony fill him the groans of his child.
He reached his farm with fear and dread;
The infant son in his arms was dead.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead