I was thinking recently about how "alt" subcultures are so aestheticized now but they used to be much more about your societal views than the clothes you wore or even the bands you listened to, and my brain connected some dots. Idk if this is anything
Yes, this is it! This is exactly it!!
The black lines of this chart are drawn in the cheap waterproof eyeliner that binds these sibling cultures together
Elon Musk lands on Mars and steps out of his spaceship
“It’s a small step for a man, but a giant leap for mankind,” says ground control officer and cuts off all communications.
Jeff this is not a bad joke
Jeff this is not a joke it’s a prophecy
I am convinced the only reason people work for SpaceX is to make this prophecy a reality
LIKE TO CHARGE REBLOG TO CAST
Reblog to let Apollo hit Jeff with the gift of prophecy
i like the idea that bruce just shows up to league meetings with his birds with absolutely no explanation offered
i mean this man frequently stalks his coworkers and knows everything that's happening in their personal lives and i think he'd forget that HE is the weird one for doing it and not everybody automatically knows when he's acquired a new child
so he just shows up at the watchtower with a new bird and literally says nothing about it . just sits at his chair with the latest robin standing next to him and literally doesn't acknowledge that anything is different and it gets even more confusing when they change their costumes and names 😭
like
20-something bruce: and containing this may be a matter of-flash did you have a question
barry: uh. yeah. sorry, what is that?
20-something bruce: (glancing at 9 yr old dick who has been next to him for 45 minutes) that's robin. obviously. as i was saying,
-
early 30s bruce, who hasn't shown up with a robin for a few years, entering with a nightwing and a jason todd robin:
barry:
diana:
hal:
j'onn:
bruce: what.
hal:
hal: do you like clone them or
-
mid 30s bruce, quietly talking with a clearly-not-sixteen-years-old robin in the corner after being without one for two years:
hal:
diana:
barry:
j'onn:
clark:
bruce:
tim:
bruce: this one followed me
-
late 30s bruce zeta-beaming in with a nightwing, a slightly older robin, and an absolutely BUILT man in a red hood:
barry: did you hire a bodyguard
bruce: no.
barry: whos mr red over there
bruce: you don't remember my second one???
barry:
hal:
diana:
j'onn:
clark:
barry: did. did that one not die
jason: got better
-
later 30s bruce, quietly showing around a blonde robin:
hal:
bruce: don't ask.
hal: i didn't say anything
-
40 yr old bruce, making intense, unbroken eye contact with a black shadow:
clark, leaning over to talk to tim: what are they doing
tim, not looking up from his fancy ipad: do i look like i know that
-
red robin popping in unnanounced in the middle of a league meeting: batman is alive.
barry: who the FUCK are you???
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batman, some minutes later, trailed by what is CLEARLY a new robin: did red robin happen to pass through here????
barry: i have several questions
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no-longer-lost-in-the-time-stream bruce, talking to batgirl, black bat, and the signal:
hal: did you get three more.
bruce: no. just one.
hal: i shouldn't have asked, my bad
-
mid 40s bruce wayne, stepping out of the zeta tube: sorry i'm late
diana: not to worry. let's get start-
bruce: i have a few more coming behind me
zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀
jason: hi
cass: 👋
diana:
diana: ok should we st-
zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀
dick, holding damian like a scowling, sopping wet cat: bruce he's not feeling polite today
damian: HISSS
bruce: okay does he need to go back?
dick: he said he's fine but hes just not feeling polite
diana:
diana: is that the las-
zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀
steph: b i need a hair tie
diana:
diana: so can-
zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀
duke: b did i miss rolecall
diana: no, signal, you did not. let's-
zeta tube: 🌀🌀🌀
tim: b alf is mad at you
bruce: why
hal: it's like a fucking clown car
steph: you didn't eat breakfast
tim: you didn't eat breakfast either
steph: shut.
damian: HISSSS
jason: wing. if you do not keep that brat quiet-
dick: hes a BABY!!!!!
duke: you didn't eat breakfast either, timothy
jason: hes a BITCH!!!!!
tim: who the fuck told you????
cass: :)
hal: (storming off, in tears), YOU HAVE TOO MANY CHILDREN.
Terry: *dropping into their universe*
Hal: No. No no no no-
Terry: Who are all of you? Where's Bruce?
Hal: NOPE! That's it! I'm done. No more kids!! No. More. Kids!
Carrie Kelly: *Also drops into their universe* Hi?
Hal: *Unholy screeching*
I scrolled past this thinking it was bread and had to go back up for a double take before I realized—
This is a cat. This cat has absolutely mastered the art of the loaf.
my favorite thing about this post is all the people who chose to use the default icon defending themselves in the notes like no stop it just put a picture up
Loving this energy
*wipes tear* they learn tumblr culture so fast . . . the spite . . . the malicious compliance of it all . . . I'm so proud
he’s literally so right about everything
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You get it.
This is exactly what Superman stands for.
Superman was created by two second-generation Jewish immigrants in the 1930s.
He was created to represent Jewish refugees, partially-assimilated immigrants, and orphan refugees. They couldn’t admit it at the time or he would never have been popular.
Whoever Little Light is they understand Superman far more than the majority of people.
Superman is the hardworking Hispanic immigrant who has developed a taste for apple pie.
The Muslim who plays baseball between prayer calls.
Every immigrant who still speaks their own language at home.
This is perfect and I love you for it.
Best part, the autopsy goes public and it shows he died from the bitch slap rather than the car.
A city wide manhunt ensues to find the mysterious man who delivered the "Backhand of God" and give him a reward- all while Danny's holed up in his apartment having a breakdown while Sam and Tucker laugh at him over video call.
love that this caused so much controversy the thread needed to be locked. over chicken sandwich
gang this does not even scratch the surface
Someone posted a picture of a piece of chicken between two hamburger buns titled “Chicken Burger” to /r/food. Another user commented “Chicken Sandwich” on the post, and was slapped with a 30 day ban by the mods. When they responded to ask why, the mod said
“Correcting someone in public is public shaming, on top of being incorrect, it’s a pretty shitty comment to leave.”
So now /r/food is on lockdown after being spammed with posts titled “Chicken Sandwich” and other variations. The mod that handed the ban down pinned a post doubling down, comparing the situation to “Pride posts that always fill up with bigots” and “removing racists from posts featuring POC”, and including a link on “how to correctly, correct someone.”
because someone commented “Chicken Sandwich” on a post titled “Chicken Burger”.
Okay but this also does not scratch the surface either It all started when the sandwich guy posted about what happened to him on r/TIFU, which led to a lot of outrage including someone in the comments saying they were also banned from r/food just for saying they had diabetes (this was later confirmed by a mod). All this anger turned into a brigade which resulted in the entire sub being flooded with almost nothing but posts about Chicken Sandwiches, now known as burgergate. The mod who initially instituted the ban then went on to compare fending off spammers to defending the capitol building during the January 6 riot. You can see in the post that this made it into r/subredditdrama, a community which discusses ongoing drama across reddit. This particular thread in the screenshot is locked, an interesting detail for reasons that come into play later.
Someone else then goes and posts about burgergate on another sub, r/iamveryculinary , which is dedicated to making fun of food related snobbery and drama. This does not go over well, as it turns out that one of the mods of r/food is also a mod of r/iamveryculinary. This mod then proceeds to get slapfights in the comments, which notably includes her saying she would “rain fiery hell upon” anyone who posts chicken sandwiches in r/food, and complaining that she’s so focused on moderating burgergate that she has no time to spend with her kids. People then beg her to forget the chicken sandwich drama and take care of her children. I would love to give you some more details about this incident or tell you the other side, but I can’t since she deleted all the comments of the people she was arguing with so most of what we have left is just the things she herself said. Someone then goes on to post about the r/iamveryculinary drama on r/subredditdrama again. This post immediately gets deleted completely, because it turns out that the r/food mod who also moderates r/iamveryculinary also moderates r/subredditdrama. More people beg the mod to stop caring about the drama and spend time with her kids. The whole thing eventually gets posted to r/subredditdramadrama , a meta sub where people discuss drama that goes down in r/subredditdrama. Another post is then made to r/subredditdramadrama, where the sandwich guy who was initially banned posts his conversation with the mod that banned him. Up until this point, the original mod had been arguing that the permanent ban wasn’t because of the chicken sandwich comment (which was only a 30 day ban), but because he had been rude to the mods when asking why. Screenshots show sandwich guy simply asking why he was banned and then apologizing for the chicken sandwich comment, only to be smugly told by the mod that he needs to “educate himself”, who also insinuates that he’s a weirdo and calls his comment shitty. Don’t miss this mod showing up in the comments of these screenshots and arguing with everyone else over them. So basically the whole thing was one innocuous comment about a chicken sandwich which quickly spiralled into a multi-sub meltdown that has lasted for about two days now. Chicken sandwich guy has not, as far as I know, been unbanned as of yet.
All of us on Tumblr that never get on Reddit:
Okay so I was actually on Reddit when this all went down and none of these explanations actually include the end of the story.
Someone posts the entirety of the burgergate saga to r/iamatotalpieceofshit and gets banned because guess what, she’s a moderator of that subreddit too.
People started looking more closely at subreddit moderator lists and discovered that she was the moderator of SEVERAL HUNDRED wildly popular subreddits and would ban people for mentioning chicken sandwiches in any of those. So multiple subreddits start petitions to get her off the mod team due to the notion that no one person should have power that far reaching but she pushes back on all of them for. And I am not making this up. The claim that wanting to get a woman off a moderation team is misogyny. Comment sections are nuked. Posts are deleted. This is a woman gone mad with power who sees the tide of public opinion fully against her and is trying desperately to hold on to that position. She starts posting rants about how men are evil and the scourge of the Earth until she’s been thrown off mod teams for this. Everyone gets bored and she fades into obscurity.
And I haven’t even mentioned the bribery and corruption allegations yet.
when her boobs boob so boobily that you suffer from parkinsons
official boob post
There was a box set right in front of his door. That was already pretty unusual, since Danny had just moved in, and and gotten done with boxes and he knew he hadn't had anything delivered here.
"Let's get you inside," Danny muttered as he got his key out of his pocket.
Unlocking the door, he picked it up and made his way in. He set the box down on the small kitchen table before grabbing a knife from the cabinet. He sat down and set to cutting the tape along the opening.
Peeling back the flaps, he took a peak at the contents only to be faced with a mound of yellow and black sparkly tissue paper, with a letter on top.
"What do we have here?" he muttered to himself, as he took the envelope out of the box.
Ripping it open, he got a small greeting card out. It had a yellow smiley face on it with the word "Smile!" printed above it. He flipped it open, and his eyes fixed on the printed text that said "Because today is your day!" Underneath it, written in chicken-scratch was written the following: "Looks like the bat has a new signal. At least mommy and daddy won't know how fast you replaced them!" it was signed with a simple J and yet another smiley face.
Danny frowned. "Weird."
Then, he peeled back the paper to find a taxidermied yellow-and-black bird Danny couldn't recognize, with its wings broken.
"This is definitely not mine," Danny said as he looked at the bird. Hopefully the real owner of this wasn't going to be too disappointed it had been this damaged in transit.
Danny took up the box to look at the delivery address, only to find that while this was for his apartment, the name of the receiver was marked as "Duke Marlon Thomas". It took one quick google search to find a phone number. Danny thanked whoever the sender was for including a middle name as it narrowed the search greatly. Dialling the number, Danny got up to get himself a glass of water. As he got the glass out, the line connected.
"Hello?" he heard a surprisingly young voice say. Well, assuming apparently made an ass of Danny. Maybe taxidermy really did appeal to all ages.
"Hi, my name's Danny. I think I got your package by accident."
"My package?" The guy on the other side asked, perplexdely.
"Yeah, a big box with a bird in it?" Danny answered. "Listen, man I'm sorry, I think the wings broke during transit, I swear it was already like that when I opened it-"
"What bird?" Now the guy sounded even more confused.
Well now, Danny was starting to get confused. "A taxidermied black-and-yellow bird?" Danny sounded out, then he grabbed the note and let his eyes go over it again. "There was a note too, I opened it, sorry about that." Danny winced, before trying for a joke to hopefully get the guy to soften up on him. "Whoever that J- friend is, he's got a weird sense of humour."
"J- friend?" the voice on the other side of the phone said. Guess, the joke hadn't gone over well, because his voice had gone tense.
"Yeah," Danny answered withholding a sigh, damn his curiosity. Opening other people' letters was not only a gross invasion of privacy but also a federal crime. Hopefully the guy wouldn't stay mad too long. "It was signed with the letter J and a smiley face."
"Whoever you are," said the guy, and the urgency in his voice had Danny straightening up. "You need to get out of here right now."
"What-?"
Just then, the door to Danny's apartment was blown open.
"I hope you're ready, birdie," a voice outside sounded, before a spindly man in a purple suit, green hair and sickly-looking skin walked in.
"Because you and me are going to have so much fun."
The man’s grin fades as he takes in the scene, slumping out of his triumphant stance with a disgruntled moan. “You’re not the birdie I’m looking for.”
“I’m sorry, Duke, I’m gonna have to call you back. A clown just kicked my door down. For some reason.” Danny says into his phone, before hanging up and dropping it onto the counter next to him, despite Duke’s protests. He’s starting to get the impression that this isn’t the lighthearted joke he thought it was. He turns his attention towards the clown. “And you’re not the pizza delivery boy. Or, at least, I hope you’re not. Won’t be ordering from them again if you are.”
“Oh, a comedian? You best stop it, because that’s my job, and you don’t want to get on my bad side more than you already are.”
I am so in love with this addition! It's so well done and so fucking perfect, omfg! Aaaaah! God, I love your work, darling! It's always so perfect!
I wonder if any of the Bats got there in time to see anything.
Or if maybe Babs had eyes on. If that used to be Duke's apartment, he could have left a security camera behind.
After all, as soon as Danny said clown, if Duke hadn't already realized who it was, he certainly knew then. And Joker makes any situation high priority. And while it may not work like that in the real world, in the world of comics it can't be that difficult to back trace a call and see, "Hey, this is that same area as Duke's previous apartment!"
So I'm sure someone is on the way and Babs is looking for a visual within minutes. It seems feasible that they could have caught at least the end of that confrontation. Enough to know 1. What Danny is capable of and 2. That's he's trying to protect one of their own.
Obviously, Batman is gonna be paranoid as shit anyway. This civilian (retired hero? something to check in to) knows the civilian identity of one of his kids. And is a meta who could and just did do that to Gotham's most unhinged rogue.
But Danny could still have the approval of the rest of the brood. Jason or Dick (depending on ages) in particular could swoon.
Danny got a job in Gotham as a scientist/chemist and has been enjoying it greatly. He's the best in his field and everyone he works with is weirdly nice to him. If only they weren't so nervous around him all the time.
He works at Wayne Enterprises. When he came in with samples from the latest gas attacks the entire staff held their breath for a week, waiting for the other shoe to drop. The other shoe was him running out of his lab a few days later, manic, covered in various stains and soot. Holding a secure container that he rushed to the managers office with.
"Hey guys!!! I managed to synthesize a cheaper and better series of anti toxins!!!! And a neutralizer!!! Here is my proof! Here is the testing data. Ways it can be administered and stored!!!"
The rest of the area fell into a chaotic jumble. What did Dr Nightingale just say? He managed to create not only anti toxins, but neutralisers! Only the bats had managed that so far right. And what did he mean by cheaper?
"Uhh, Danny, what do you mean cheaper?"
He perked up and looked at the manager grinning with feral delight.
"Well, last week I managed to get hold of the various toxins, but I ALSO managed to grab the antidotes the bats use. I was wondering why they didn't patent and sell them, turns out they are CRAZY expensive. Like, Brucie Wayne and fam only kinda expensive. SOOOOO, I figured, I should work on that. If we can make neutralisers and anti toxins affordable more gothamites will be safer right? And it will lessen the issues the rogues can cause! I am gonna see if I can work on something that would... vaccinate? acclimatise? someone to the compounds. See if we can't inoculate against em in my spare time. But I figured that's a long term goal!"
The manager sighed deeply.
"Dr Nightingale, please tell me you didn't steal from our local vigilantes. Again."
Danny shuffled sheepishly and rubbed his neck a bit.
"Ok, I won't tell you then. BUT! I did make up a case for them to test? as uh, repayment. To make sure they don't arrest me or whatever? Plus I figured they should be pleased someone is helping, without punching people right? Like I left the punching to them. I just did science!"
The manager sighed deeply.
"Allright, I will take this all up to testing. Once it passes I will send a message to the CEO and Mr Fox. Please, for everyone's sanity go home and sleep. Have some food. And a shower. I will put you on mandatory leave if I have to. And stop stealing from our local nightlife! It's going to get you in trouble on day!"
Danny amused his co workers by whining like a child but he did as he was told. Gods their manager was the best.
"He is definitely going rogue at some point right? Or, anti-hero?"
The manager looked at them and pointed them back to their stations.
"That is for the future to decide. For now you have a day free of our resident maniac. Use it wisely. Hopefully I can convince him to take a few days. Gods know he will drag the bats on us at this rate."
He rubbed a hand down his face and sighed. Genius madmen in this town were always a problem. Hopefully this one was going to stay this level of hassle.
New headcanon that the whole family carries on their own versions of the Brucie Wayne persona in order to keep up appearances, giving the whole family a reputation of a bunch of beautiful idiots. Everyone EXCEPT Damian. He understands the necessary evil of it, but he can't. He can't do it y'all it's beneath him.
So this child, who is known among the other children at his school to talk like he swallowed a dictionary and get into screaming matches with his history teachers, gets the title of The Wayne Family's Single Brain Cell. This is furthered by the fact that every time he's seen in public he has an exhausted expression on his face like
He becomes a localized meme. The Baby Wayne, fighting for his life every day against his family of well meaning morons.
And because the Waynes are at heart a family of trolls, they make sure to dumb it up even more when interacting with Damian in public or in front of the press, just to mess with him. Like asking him unbelievably stupid questions or being amazed at painfully simple things. And when he explains things to them they act so impressed with his knowledge (which is mostly just common sense) and say how much they appreciate him, like, "Damian is so smart, I don't know what we'd do without him." And he just needs to suck it up and thank them for their simpleton compliments and remind himself that he'd never hear the end of it from Alfred if he used one of his many hidden knives to stab his family.
Oh please, as much as it annoys him, we know full well Damian WILL use this situation to his advantage. An example is the second comment lol bet you he was pissed at Bruce at the time when he said that because he was told he wasn't allowed to keep a family of stray kittens in his room or something.
This guy is really going to regret sitting down with Jon
“If this hurts my shows I’m gonna riot” “they better not cancel my favorite show” “this is so selfish I NEED this show” “what about my mental health now that they—“
So you agree. Show-writers are important to you and to the industry and should be compensated accordingly for their important work.
To my international friends: If you ever wonder why Americans are the way they are, just remember that 1/3rd of all US citizens are in a cult that teaches them to suppress the activity of their prefrontal cortex, particularly when it comes to doubt, critical thinking, and differentiating emotional responses from personal values.
1/3rd of Americans are Evangelical, and Evangelical Protestantism is a cult. We just don’t think of it as one because it’s so normalized. However, it follows the B.I.T.E. model of cult dynamics.
Evangelism teaches its followers to always maintain states of bliss and ecstasy for Jesus. What this does is condition the brain to always operate out of less-evolved parts; areas that are responsible for more primal emotions like euphoria, anger, and fear. Because of how we’ve evolved to survive, the brain will actually shut down our higher functioning—including critical thinking skills—in favor of these primal emotions, when they’re active.
Always feeling bliss = never questioning or feeling doubt. Evangelicals may actually fear the thoughts that do originate from their higher brain-parts because they think it’s the devil tempting them away from their religion. They’ll engage in self-indoctrination techniques to make this stop.
This creates a cognitive dissonance so great that many Americans have no separation between how they feel and what they believe. This is really bad because their minds have literally no defense against undue influence. They’ll vote for the dude who hyped them up enough. They’ll buy into the conspiracy theory that excites them the most. They’ll side with whatever gets the best reaction out of them, and getting a rise out of people is super easy to do.
Things like financial insecurity and low employment make this worse, too.
Cult conditioning has nothing to do with how smart or dumb people are. You can condition literally any brain with the right time and environment.
Counteracting undue influence is a skill, and like any skill, it needs to be taught.
Cult experts frequently point out that the smarter people are, the more susceptible they are to this once the initial hooks are in, and the harder they are to deprogram. This is because while this kind of conditioning does not rely on intelligence, the ability to rationalise does -- the smarter someone is, the better they can rationalise what they already believe, so if they’re committed to following their feelings, a smart person is much better at making it seem (to themselves as well as others) that they’re actually using logic and reason rather than making ad-hoc justifications after the fact.
Also, people who know (or believe) that they’re smarter than average tend to assume that this makes them harder to fool, conditon, or lie to. Which makes somebody much easier to fool, condition, or lie to.
So I am from the US but now live in Argentina, and as The American(tm) I often get reasonably asked the question, "Why are Americans, you know, like that?"
The best and most immediate answer I could come up with, and the one I've stuck to, is telling people that America is a country defined by being a haven for cults and religious extremists since its inception. And people are always like "god that makes so much sense."
But you know, the wildest thing is if I tried to tell any given American this (which I have) chances are they'd be like, "No way, that's absurd." And I think the thing is, if you're an American and have lived most or all of your life in America, this is just your normal. But when you live somewhere that is less saturated with religious dogma, cults and anti-intellectualism, it's readily apparent.
Danny decides to open a planetarium in Gotham. At first people only go there because it's one of the only neutral zones left (they're still trying to figure out how this human twig does it.) Then weird things start happening.
People start report seeing things during the shows. Little messages mixed with the stars. Some of the messages are simple like i'll always love you or it wasn't your fault or i miss you. But others are eerily accurate. Like don't forget to study for your upcoming physics test or you should move into those newer apartments. It'll be good for you.
Put simply Danny is doing something related to what he loves while also giving the departed of Gotham a way to say their last wishes to their loved ones. They in turn help him keep the planetarium safe. Not that he needs help but eh it's a nice win win scenario so he won't complain.
Too bad the bats don't see it that way. No clearly this guy is using some sort of mental manipulation hoodoo voodoo for some dastardly scheme. And they're going to get to the bottom of it.
Why on earth would you leave this in the tags!?
