I also got some shit at the time from people who thought Bruce Wayne would be more than familiar with the horrors of at-will employment, etc, but the fact is that whenever I’ve seen someone discuss the shit they’ve gone through as a retail employee in an at-will right-to-work state, I’ve also seen anyone middle-class or higher express shock and horror that these kinds of things are legal, totally unaware that these things exist and what they really mean for workers. For someone like Bruce Wayne as I write him, as someone who has never been victimized by these laws but to whom it would also never occur to try and victimize anyone else under such laws, I think it’s a completely reasonable blind spot for him to have.
Dorothy Counts (1942-) #RubyBridges was more famous but #DorothyCounts was first, as one of four black students to integrate schools in Charlotte NC. Just 15, Counts was subjected to jeers, stones, projectiles and spit at the direction of adults. She bore this abuse with a determined resignation that would have been difficult for the most experienced civil rights warrior. Photos of her torment inspired #JamesBaldwin to return from his self-imposed exile in France.
I still don’t know what I’ve done to deserve all of your attention but I love you all (but like as a friend. My love love is for Steve Rogers only) 😅 Thanks for the love for my art. My art has been my anchor so it means so much to me to see that they’ve made other people happy too ❤️
“A real gent, the Count was were it nor for the little known fact he
he has ties to the Organized Crime. The old man is a Politician and as corrupt as they come. The leader of the Separatists cannot be anything else. So don’t fall for his pretty promises, lofty words and his lordly manner. The man is a Villain”
I was talking with @gomboc123 the other day about her lovely Tangled AU, I couldn’t restrain myself from drawing this loser with his wanted poster. It was so much fun to play with this AU and I am most definitely gonna return to this universe.
All you people who suggested Ron Mustard as his name need help. You know who you are.
Strickler and Blinky shirking their fatherly responsibilities off on each other occasionally.
You know, I actually feel like it’s more like them that they would compete for fatherly responsibilities than try to shirk them off on each other? Because Deya dammit, they’re gonna get all the moments they can with with their son this boy.
“You assisted Master Jim in studying for the SAT! It’s my turn to train him in–”
“What, crashing cars? Leave driver’s education to someone who is actually licensed to drive!”
It was supposed to be a peaceful fucking protest. Stiles heard the first
shot loud and clear, though, and was too boxed in to duck, even as his
stomach felt like it fell out of his body entirely. For a second all he
could think was “Scott is gonna be so mad, I said it would be fine, I promised,” and then he was falling.
Just after reading half of the first chapter, I was ready to rec this
one. It’s vividly descriptive from start to finish, stand-out favourites being the protest before and after all hell breaks loose, and, later, the picture painted of the villain. When I scrolled back up to look at the kudos, my eyes nearly fell out!
Why this doesn’t have at least over a thousand is beyond me. Just make sure to heed the tags! (For anyone wondering: the rape/non-con tag is for something prior to the fic, basically the relationship between Derek and Kate which closely follows the canon version of events.)
Hi Sleuth! You are seriously so amazing, I've been up way too late the last three nights after I finally reread ASOUE (haven't read them in... 10? years?) and now I'm spinning out of control with all these theories on here! Haha. I've just got one question - do you think it is implied that Dewey's underwater library survived the fire? If I remember correctly it seems like it survives, but I just thought with the Baudelaire's luck it would be typical for it to burn as well haha.
Hello, @flosscat! Very pleased to welcome you on this blog.
I would argue that Dewey’s secret library has very likely survived. That was, after all, the whole point of Kit’s plan to burn down the hotel: making the villains believe all the collected evidence had been lost forever, while in reality V.F.D. kept it safe. What’s really funny is that her brother Lemony used the exact same strategy in “Shouldn’t You Be In School”. And if you believe my theory about J.S. (Link) the taxi driver (Link), you also know that Lemony is very much part of Kit’s and Dewey’s conspiracy. There’s no point in burning down the hotel if the secret library can’t be saved in the doing.
Another reason to believe it survived is that it is probably underwater as well as undergound. You’re supposed to dive into the pond to access it (that’s where the inscription “Hotel Denouement” appears in the right way). That’s also why enemies of the volunteers never found it: they were focused on the Hotel (a red herring) and never thought to inspect its reflection.
What really confirms this theory is this passage in “The Beatrice Letters” where Beatrice Jr follows Lemony in the city. Lemony then goes to a “library” where documents related to Beatrice and V.F.D. are kept.
Afterward, you sat on the bench in the park, examining a ring etched into the surface of the wood by someone careless with their drinking glass, before strolling along the edge of a nearby pond. [The Beatrice Letters, B.B. to L.S. #4]
I think the library is Dewey’s secret library. The “park” is actually what remains of the gardens of Hotel Denouement, which were reconverted ten years after the fire. The pond is still there and the bench with the ring on it was last seen in the lobby of Hotel Denouement:
The manager followed the bellboy into the crowd, leaving the Baudelaires standing alone
next to a large, wooden bench marked with the number 128. Klaus ran his hand along the
bench, which was etched with rings, from people setting down glasses without using coasters. [The Penultimate Peril, Chapter Three]
Because it was in the lobby, it would have been easy to move the bench outside before the fire burned down everything. Besides, the volunteers would make sure to save the bench because it is evidence of Olaf’s crimes (Link).
Scott slows his pace during cross-country and falls back from Isaac to join Stiles at the rear of the group. “Hey, have you seen Derek recently?” Scott says, faux-casual like Stiles hasn’t watched him try to lie to their parents since they were five.
“Nope,” Stiles says. “Haven’t seen him in a week.” Unless he counts the Derek he dreams about on the regular, but if Stiles has learned anything from Lydia Martin and his umpteen-year-plan, it’s that the people in your dreams and the people in your reality are never one and the same.
Note: This is a fic I thought I’d never find again until I stumbled upon it when going through my AO3 history \o/
I suppose this fic would come under psychological horror and it’s very easy to miss what’s actually going on. I don’t know what else to say without spoiling it, I just implore you to give it a go! (If you get to the end and don’t understand what happened, check out the comments!)