riguelito - ao3

if you vote me for president i vow to make everything the ocean again. no more land only ocean. this will solve all of our problems and replace them with new, far more interesting problems

you don’t realize how important lunch is until you’re wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then it’s 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.

they should invent a body that feels normal to be inside of

soldier poet king but diana is the soldier because what is a diplomat but a soldier who has sunk their teeth into peace and refuses to let go, her war drums are silence and her banner is birdsong, clark is the poet because all immigrants are poets, all refugees forever bridging the gap between the-home-that-was and the-home-that-could-be with stories and songs and hope, bruce is the king because where else will you find a devotion that sacrosanct, a duty a promise a pledge that borders the edge of divine and ordained

rarely mentioned but chilling power Batman has: the ability to make a judgement call on something (a lock, a door, the mainframe of a large corporation) and simply say “break it” and suddenly he’s got 5-8 Batkids doing their best (the most) to break that thing right away as hard as they can because B didn’t just give them permission, he gave them an order, and this is one they’ll happily follow without question.

something something, Batman of all people staring at a problem or obstacle and even with his massive brain finding no better path forward than to break it. who uses the same tone when it's a door in his way, a Batmobile rapidly filling with smoke, or his own wrist pinned in something that's about to take him underwater by force: break it, now.