Oh, so the Kelpies have learned how to use Social Media to lure people in now! Good for them.
I think people need to be more comfortable with illegalism and I’m not kidding. Of course the more legal something is, the safer and easier it is to do, but the more people who disregard the law, the harder it is to enforce. There are plenty of laws on the books that people just ignore and are never or rarely policed.
Becoming more comfortable with little illegal activities makes you more comfortable with bigger more important illegal activities. Additionally, it is crucial to build a wall of silence. Nobody talks everybody walks.
People who give out food without a permit, hold a march without a permit, grow a garden without a permit, are more likely to be people you could turn to to work with on preventing an eviction, or keeping people out of cop hands, or helping your friend Jane get crucial healthcare when it’s not legal in your state.
Communities comfortable with these acts won’t call the cops, and then nobody knows that it’s happening.
People have got to shift from both the idea that lawful = good/ illegal = bad, and that the illegality of something means that’s the end of it, and the only fight left is to make it legal again.
Don't worry, You can trust me with the city budget, just let me in there. Come on, just let me have the budget. I will totally not gut the police budget to build a centralized mass transit network and new libraries. I will definitely not do that, just let me in there please. Come on let me have access to the city budget for 5 minutes. That's all I ask.
having a child has taught me that every toddler is completely justified in their frustrations and tantrums because learning how to do something you have literally never encountered or heard of before is insane. and being expected to be completely calm in the face of this constant barrage of overwhelming information is doubly insane.
i got charlie a sticker activity book and it occurred to me i have to TEACH someone how to unpeel stickers. it's SKILL that requires DEXTERITY and FINE MOTOR ABILITY. i thought it was obvious that you have to curl the page a little bit to create a break in the cut so the sticker comes up.
obviously a fucking BABY wouldn't know that because they have no background experience to inform their thought process. OBVIOUSLY. and OBVIOUSLY the LITERAL BABY wouldn't get it right the first few times. it would OBVIOUSLY take practice. lots of it.
i hate this feeling. it's so obvious. why are children treated so badly when they're learning everything for the first fucking time. why do people treat children so horribly and expect so much. they're brand new. why didn't i get the same grace i give to my child? why did no one have patience for me? why, when it's this easy?
it's so easy. it's so fucking easy.
red hood is callous, red hood is cruel - crime alley was taught long ago that the legacy of a red hood is laughter and death and graves made out of neighborhoods.
there isn't hope, not when there is red, not when crime alley has demons that not even batman can face.
when a new red hood shows up, the city is wary and weary. the city is afraid. they are taught fear because it is in their blood and in the foundations of the city.
then - then. street rats have nothing to lose - never have, never will - and one of them finally asks the question. so, i hear you're some kind of vigilante now. i thought you were a crime boss.
and the red hood - the new one, the one that fights with guns and a red helmet, the one with spitting anger and blood on his hands that seems to fight for them, but no one can really be sure - answers that he's whatever he needs to be.
he takes territory. he makes a name. he kills.
but it's the kids who know that the new red hood is the one who will give - give, not lend - you money if you need to eat, who will find somewhere safe for you to sleep if you need it. the new red hood, who will make sure there are no working girls underage on the street and no one roughing the age-appropriate ones up. the red hood, who protects crime alley like it's his own - it isn't territory to own, it's territory to protect.
the red hood, who is a symbol of hope where fear once ruled, more than the bat ever has for the people of crime alley. for the kids there, who sometimes go to the library with him when he offers reading lessons - under the table, of course, no one else can know. the red hood, who puts his blood sweat and tears into refurbishing an old apartment building set for abandonment and demolition into a habitable place to live, a safe haven for any street kids who need it called the nest, with a place to sleep and a bite to eat with no hidden requirement.
the red hood, who may not protect gotham but sure as hell protects his home, crime alley and the east end.
i feel like every human should max out at one disability or chronic illness. like when i hit adolescence and my brain chemistry went “bipolar time now?” the response should have been an error message like sorry! this slot can only contain one (1) item and has been filled with childhood asthma. i would even allow the possibility that you can overwrite previous disorders like “you have equipped chronic migraines and so no will no longer display symptoms of bipolar disorder.” i just think it should work that way.
I know us Everlark shippers would have killed for even just a few more pages of Katniss and Peeta growing back together and we definitely could have read a whole book about it (and have through fanfic), but I love that Katniss has neatly summarized that intimate part in a paragraph. And in fact, these moments are often summarized and have just one short exchange of dialogue (the plant book and the rooftop scene). It's as if these moments, these real moments of Katniss falling for Peeta outside of the stresses of the Games and rebellion and war, are too precious and special to her to give us any great detail on. When their relationship had been so publicized and made awkward because of the cameras and attention and Katniss feels confused and pressured by this, it makes sense that she puts up a boundary and says, "I'll give you the gist, but these moments are just for us. They're too important to tell the world, and I'm going to protect them."
i’ve heard a lot of people say “don’t reach out to your friends first and see how many people will remain in your life. those are your true friends” and i get it. it sucks and it’s tiring constantly being the one to message first, to initiate hang outs but don’t take this so literally. some friendships require initiation. i have lost touch with so many people who genuinely cared about me and wanted me in their life because i stopped reaching out. it’s a hard pill to swallow but honestly some people just suck at it and it doesn’t mean they don’t love and value you. i’ve reconnected with some people over the past few months and it’s crazy how genuinely happy they are to see me and how engaged they are in the conversation. i just think sometimes we’re too harsh on each other & too quick to emphasize other peoples flaws and remove them from our lives but then we’ll all be alone and what’s the point of life then!!!!
“humans don’t do anything for free” somewhere out there there is a guy who spent days if not weeks of his life cataloguing every stupid thing you can do on stardew valley so that you can minmax the fuck out of growing potatoes on a pixel grid for quite literally no reason but that it might help someone else
fuck everyone who has ever tried to make me feel guilty about the amount of sugar in FRUIT
we need to free the nipple so bad im so serious we should be so far past the point where girl children are told they have to keep their shirt on while their brothers and cousins get to run around shirtless or women shamed for breastfeeding or trans men needing top surgery to go outside shirtless without getting judged at best and arrested at worst or girls getting taken out of class for not wearing a bra like this should be a priority
i hate you shein. i hate you wish. i hate you temu. i hate you aliexpress. i hate you fast fashion. i hate you consumerism. i hate you planned obsolescence. i hate you plastics.
First meetings
Imagine Bruce walking up to Wonder Woman and Superman and being like
"I would like to introduce you to a partner of mine, Red Robin" and gesturing to his side. But because the bat kids like being as uncooperative as possible in any given situation, there's no one next to Batman, which prompts him to pat his legs and sides like a dad who's misplaced his wallet.
After a minute of frantic and yet composed searching, he shoves a hand into his cape and gropes around for a couple seconds until he finally manages to grab onto something.
As he pulls out an entire vigilante out of his costume, Diana and Clark watch on confusedly.
But the vigilante, a young man in a decidedly too tight black and blue suit, doesnt seem to be the right one, because Batman scowls and asks,
"What are you doing in there? And where is your brother?" (At the seeming admission of parentage, Diana lets out a small delighted gasp, and little stars appear in her eyes like in a cartoon)
But the man doesn't answer, instead grinning and shoving a hand back into the cape (seriously, where the hell does it go??) and pulling out the edge of what seems to be another cape.
Batman somehow frowns more, and from where he's holding his presumed son at the scruff, like a particularly unruly kitten, he pulls him further from inside the cape.
The young man in turn pulls another figure from under Batman's arm, this one covered in black from head to toe. They lift a hand to wave at Batman, but the other seems to also be holding onto someone else.
Batman releases the first vigilante on the ground, and takes a hold on the arm the secon figure is holding onto, which after another pull, turns out to be connected to a purple clad girl, the upper part of her face visible under a hood.
"Hey, big guy!" she exclaims with nonchalance like she's not part of the most bizzare display both Clark and Diana have been witness to, and they've both seen a lot of shit.
Batman grunts, and if Batman could sound anything other than mildly annoyed, Diana could swear he sounds downright distressed.
He doesnt answer, instead proceeding to keep pulling masked figures, each one holding onto the next, out of his cape, in a severely messed up imitation of a clown pulling napkins out of his sleeve.
"damn," says the first man, sounding a bit winded from his position under the increasingly tall pile of slumped over vigilantes "its like a clown car in there."
At some point, Batman's finds in his own cape grow more bizzare, including an old man dressed like a stereotipical butler, complete with a steaming teacup in hand, a woman in a wheelchair, and what Clark refuses to believe is a cow with bat-shaped markings over its eyes.
At last, when the room is at least fifteen people (and non-people entities Clark is currently pretending dont exist) fuller he pulls out a young man in red and black, who's furiously tapping away on a tablet.
"There." He sets the boy down next to the amorphous pile on the floor, and his shoulders relax an invisible millimeter.
The boy looks up from his tablet and startles at the sight, like he hadnt noticed the change in settings.
"As i was saying, this is Red Robin, my partner." Batman introduces the boy, acting like the damn cow is not very valiantly trying to eat Diana's lasso of truth.
Katniss is the embodiment of "if I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more." Also, "I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun."
Katniss Everdeen is an Austen hero, confirmed.
H. Hey what do you think is the funniest piece of no-context lore to drop to someone who knows absolutely nothing about DC.
So far I got:
- Tim’s spleen
- “How many Robins there are really depends on how you’re counting.”
- The Second Robin died but its fine he got better
- Dick was the angry Robin
- the Discowing suit
happy summer to dykes in tank tops and basketball shorts, goths who's makeup is melting, little kids catching frogs and fireflies, guys who just bring their guitar everywhere now, 13 yr olds very obviously in their emo phase during a family vacation, gas station employees, old people sitting on porches, and dogs swimming at the beach
