majorly no

Bruce is Jason’s DAD ok.

I mean Bruce is all of his kid’s ‘dad’ but he’s Jason’s only dad.

Allow me to elaborate.
Dick grew up with loving parents before bruce took him in, and Tim reconnected with his dad as a teen, and Duke had loving parents up until recently and Damian calls him ‘father’ very formally but Dick is also pretty much his dad too (he’s also his brother but still), so like Damian basically has two fathers. But Jason? Jason’s birth father was an abusive drunk who repeatedly beat the shit out of Jason and his mom, and got sent to prison and killed in there while Jason was really little, Jason’s only semi-healthy/loving parental relationship was with his mom Catherine, and she overdosed in front of him so that’s not wonderful but hey at least she never beat him. Sheila was his birth mother but she’s the reason he’s the vigilante representative for why it can be a bad idea to tell people your secret identity, she watched and stood by while he was getting beat to death. So, the others all had healthy father son relationships with other people before Bruce right? BUT JASON DIDN’T. BRUCE IS HIS ONLY DECENT FATHER FIGURE AND THAT’S ONE OF THE MANY REASONS THAT THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS SO IMPORTANT.

This is basically a long winded way of saying that I want Jason to call Bruce ‘Dad’ in canon. Also for Bruce to be very obviously, awkwardly emotionally moved by it because no one else calls him that.

anyways social/political commentary has always been a crucial part of superhero comics and the Arrowverse shows do right to follow that tradition BUT as long as your writing room, directors and producing team is majorly straight and white you’re literally not equipped to treat minority storylines and it really fucking shows

The Good, The Bad, The Awesome

Well, I totally fucked up dinner. Who knew dried ginger was way more potent than fresh ginger. (Apparently everyone). The sesame chicken was nearly inedible because I gingered the shit out of it. The family was good about it, but it tasted pretty terrible. I was pissed because I made a BOATLOAD of it with the plan to eat it another time this week. Epic fail.

In other news, the Eagles took care of business tonight. Which is completely awesome.

And my most favorite news of the night: the Foo Fighters announced spring dates. I’m 100% heading to Atlanta go see them. Yeah, I just saw them last week. But I’m ready to go again. Plus, my tickets sucked last week - like majorly. I’m on the floor, right in front in ATL, even if I have to stand in line all day. I already can’t wait and I don’t even have tickets yet.

This is my regularly scheduled post to say that Miles Edgeworth saying that he has ‘unnecessary feelings’ means, as he says in his next line, ‘doubt and uncertainty’, and it has nothing to do with love.

This is also to say that although the jokes saying that it means love can sometimes be amusing, if I feel like it’s being taken seriously and people truly do think that Edgeworth was confessing in that scene, then I don’t find it funny.

A third point to say that I don’t mean that Edgeworth hasn’t had Phoenix impact on him in a majorly positive way, that Phoenix being the catalyst for Edgeworth regaining his ability to have doubt and uncertainty in a trial is important, but that none of these things, despite me shipping them, have anything to do with romance.

Thank you for listening.

part 3 -quick flip to focus on Sehun and how he’s feeling - Sehun drives recklessly speeding swerving past other cars that honk angrily as he almost clips half of them. He continues to drive until he notices the sun going down. He pulls up to his best friends house pounding on the door. Kyungsoo opens the door and quickly goes to close it looking at the boy in front of him with annoyance. “Go away Sehun I have nothing to say to you. You’re losing your damn mind.” Sehun puts his foot in the way his voice practically dripping with sadness “Please, please I need someone to talk to. I fucked up majorly. I don’t know what to do. Please.” Sehun hears a deep sigh before the door swings open he rushes inside almost stumbling into his friend. The 2 boys quietly walk over to the couch sitting on either side before Kyungsoo opens his mouth to speak “What did you do. Keep in mind I will not sugar coat anything.” Sehun swallows a lump that made its way to his slender throat “I got drunk… I mean really drunk… i-” his voice cracks as his eyes fill up with tears “There was this girl.. I think her name was ____ I don’t remember exactly… she spilled a drink on me…. i- I don’t know why but I wanted to play with her but i was really rude… we argued I drank.. and drank and drank until I could barely focus on anything but her… I found out where she lived and I-” His hands begun to shake and he clenches his hands tight nails digging into his palm. Kyungsoo eyes narrow as he looks at the shaking boy next to him “Tell me.. what did you do.. you didn’t kill her did you?” Sehun eyes burn as he refuses to let tears fall “I might as well have… I raped her” those last words come out of his mouth barely louder than a whisper as Kyungsoo shoots up off the couch “WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY. JESUS CHRIST. You know what happens when you get drunk you always do something stupid that you regret. But this isn’t crashing a car or cheating on your girlfriend or always trying to go after Jackson’s gang when they have stayed on the low like you told them too . That is rape. You’ve probably just destroyed some poor girls life.” Kyungsoo grabs his friends shoulders and shakes him softly “You have to say sorry. You have to do something before she presses charges.”
Sehun gets up and pushes away from Kyungsoo punching the nearest wall. “Fuck. I’m going insane. I can’t get that look she had on her face out of my mind. I close my eyes and I see it. I can’t sleep without hearing her muffled cries. I need to fix this. somehow. some way. Please help me.” He like at his friend his face resembling that of a man who has no reason to live. Kyungsoo allows Sehun to stay the night at his house since he was worried about what the friend might do. Sehun didn’t sleep or eat at all that night either, he stayed up not being able to get that look of your face out of his mind. Your once muffled cries ringing in his ears as if there is no other sound that exists but your pained terrified cries. His gut feels as if a body builder nailed him with his full strength right in Sehun gut, he feels like he could vomit any second now. He roughly burries his face in his own hands pulling his hair tightly by the roots he felt as if he would tear all his hair out. He never once thought he could feel like this. He feels hopeless and lost. You’re terrified face etched behind his eyelids as a constant reminder of what he did. ‘Who are you. How are you. Did he make you want to die. What’s your name. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry. I’m sorry.’ He shakes back in forth on the couch as his friend slept silent in his bedroom. His throat feels tight as If he’s trying to swallow though a straw. His heart pounding so hard he thought it would break through his ribs any second now. His legs feeling like they are made of jelly. He attempts getting up as the world spins beneath him and he falls forward catching himself on the table with a loud thud. Kyungsoo sleepily rubbing his eyes woken by the loud noise. “Dude are you ok.” Sehun looks up at his friends face “Please, check on her. I can’t live like this. I have to know how she is. Make sure she’s ok. Please.” His dull glazed eyes look pleading to Kyungsoo to do as he begs. Kyungsoo runs his fingers through his hair and nods “Fine. I’ll check on ____.“Kyungsoo walks over to his friend and places his hand on his shoulder "Dude. Take it easy. I’ll go check on her alright? please lay down and try to take a nap or something. I’ll make you some soup and go check up on her. You don’t need to let this ruin your life. Relax.” Sehun lays back on Kyungsoos couch staring up at the ceiling as his friend prepares something small for him to eat. His body feeling as if it’s filled with cement with a humming bird locked away where his heart should be, and the ocean waves replacing his stomach. His friend gives him a small bowl of soup, then sits down to watch him and make sure he eats. He covers his face with his arm your face staring back at him. He stares at your face that’s etched into his eyelids not even realizing he drifted off to a painful sleep

patrick-hockstutter  asked:

I was in a bad mood, but as soon as I saw your post about Victor having the Wii music play through his head, I laughed for five minutes and literally started choking, so... thank you for brightening up my night ❤️

You’re welcome. I’m glad I could help 💖 (also majorly freaking out bc you’re one of my favourite IT blogs but whatever)

anonymous asked:

Heya Joey! Do you like libraries? Did you see Curious Incident? Have you watched the live action Scooby Doo movies? What's the trick to falling asleep?

Hey buddy!!!! 💞💞 I think I might have guessed your identity… hmmMmm.
1) I love libraries!!!!! my American aunt & uncle are both librarians, and so I’m kind of the library’s child. everyone knows me & I love love love the library. I volunteer at the local branch over the summer. oh!!! & I go caroling in neighborhoods that are majorly spanish-speaking with a buncha the librarians when the holidays roll around. I work as the translator. we hand out food n stuff!
2) YES I DID!!!!!!! It was so so so so so so so beautiful. God. It was seriously one of the most phenomenal shows I have ever seen. All of the walls were made of greenish chalkboard, and every time he drew something on the walls, it became that thing. It was so so so beautiful jeez louise aah. And my aunt got me the book for my birthday!
3) you know I have!!!!! haha.
4) aw jeez, I wish I knew! I’m an insomniac, unfortunately.

honestly do you ever find yourself majorly inconveniencing yourself just so as to not put any weight on other people?

like you just make yourself a whole lotta extra work so you don’t have to rely on anyone else

if you just asked someone they would probably find it no problem or effort but you. still. don’t. wanna. just… be a burden i guess

like even if they offer to do something you’re like “nope, nope, I don’t need annnyyyy help over here”

@americans who are young: 20% is the correct amount to tip your server or delivery person

i say this (and repeat it a lot. probably too much. sorry.) because i know a lot of younger people who are just starting to go places on their own do not know how much they should tip, and i know this because i have heard this dilemma come up sometimes w/ tables of teens i’ve waited on, cause they just don’t know. 

i’m here 4 u teens of america: it’s 20%, unless ur waiter is an asshole (like not bad day asshole but Premium Asshole Asshole) or creepy, in which case it is 15%, dropping appropriately to 10% as their Assholery or Creepiness climbs.

just multiply what your bill is by two and drop the second digit. for example: i spend 15 bux, 15x2 = 30, drop the second digit and the appropriate 20% tip is 3 bux.  or u spent 48 bux, thats like 96, that’s p close to 100 so just tip 10 bux to be Cool. 

if you stay at the table for a long time, also compensate accordingly – servers usually have a limited number of tables that they are given responsibility for (so these five or six tables in the corner are my section, anyone who sits there is my table to take care of) and if you camp out for a long time that can cut into yr servers ability to Make doll4rs and/or Leave Work.

if you know that you’re gonna be catching up w/ an old friend for two hours, you can, honestly, just go “hey i’m planning on chatting w/ my friend for a while, but I know we’re taking up this table, and I’m going to tip extra for your time” and that’ll work out for everyone in the long run. people like to know you’re trying to be respectful of their time + effort. everyone is nice, everyone has a nice good time. 


Dear Vilde. I don’t think I’ve told you, but I just wanted to say that I admire you so much for being so strong. No matter what happens, you never give up, you keep on going. You’re the first person I would bring with me to war, and I love you so much.

the kind of storytelling that car boys is, the culmination of improvised comedy and storytelling, the game behaving in ways nobody expects, fan interpretations of the games behavior, and coming back around to nick and griffin including fans thoughts when coming up with new sitatuions and jokes to form the story, is amazing. it’s almost like reading cave paintings because the audience is taking something they see but don’t fully understand and making a story out of something someone else created. and nick and griffin have a lot element of control but not all of it. unlike the creators of cave paintings.

car boys is a story with 3 distinct authors: nick and griffin, the itself, and the audience. we wouldn’t have anything without nick and griffin venturing into the game, it would always be just nick and griffin dicking around with cars if the game didn’t glitch in such interesting and wild ways, and the glitches would just be funny and (if a little weird) if the audience didn’t interpret them as being extremely powerful and their own entity.

the shows ending is BUCKWILD but it’s believable because we know the game is also a capable author. nick and griffin were windows into the show for the audince and it’s believable that they got phsyically sucked into it and trapped there forever, because we’ve accepted the game does what it wants, outside of nick’s control.

and this can say a lot about our understaning of the internet and how we engage with it. but, again, none of it was planned and it would just be fan interpretation providing that deeper meaning. and, fans reading too much into the show is what made the finale that huge moment it turned out to be.

what a miracle of a show. i can’t wait to see more stuff like it, since i can’t think of anything that uses a similar kind of storytelling right now.

Straight girls who talk about how they don’t have female friends because girls are “catty” and “petty” are so boring and lame and have no sense of self and need to majorly get over themselves and stop sucking down that male propaganda juice.