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Batman Villain Concept: RimeBatman Villain Concept-Rime
Name: Father Samuel Barrelman
Real Name: Lost to time
Occupation: Cult Leader/Serial Killer
Age: Hundreds of years
Powers: Ability to generate water and ice to attack his enemies. His preferred method of murder is to drown his victims while at the same time freezing them, covering them with a thin coating of ice (aka RIME). Also has some mind control ability, and is unafraid to use his followers as cannonfodder.
Many have heard of the Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Coleridge; but what few know is that it’s a true story. The young man in the poem was Samuel Taylor Coleridge himself, and the encounter not only inspired the poem, but later drove him to the drugs and drink that would eventually ruin his life. The Ancient Mariner was an early sailor of the Atlantic; some whisper he was a Viking, or a sailor on an early, and hushed up, voyage to the New World.
Happy Birthday, Nightwing!Happy 74th Birthday to the first (and possibly best) Robin: Dick Grayson!
Granted, in the comics he's in his early 20s, and Detective Comics #38 wasn't published until April, 1940.
But March 21st is his birthday, according to canon.
So, a salute to my favorite superhero
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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