not hyperbole at all

The Best Picture mix-up wasn't a ratings ploy or white privilege conspiracy.

Y'all, save your brain cells and just scroll on by all of the thinkpieces that will hit the Internet today about what happened with the Best Picture announcement.  I have already been text messaged, tweeted at, and facebook tagged about how it was a stunt for ratings, about how it was a conspiracy to overshadow Moonlight’s historic win, about how white privilege just led Warren Beatty to assume the result.  Maybe because it’s 2017 and there are other things to worry about or maybe because it’s 2017 and I’m tired of the hyperbolic reactions to literally everything, but I’m not here for all the dramatic responses.  The simplest answer is usually the correct one.  I think the saying in med school is something like “If you hear hooves, it’s probably a horse, not a zebra.”  That pretty much carries through most areas of life and the simplest explanation is almost always the correct one.  Let’s break down three things real quick.

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Jake English fucking loves booty shorts, guys. Also: Dirk Strider.

I really could not believe it when I heard some people say Jake wears booty shorts because Dirk is a Predatory Gay and made him do so, but here we are. In any case, it took me forever to realize this, so it’s worth pointing out.

Jake uses his clothes to express his inclinations more than maybe any other one of the kids. Jake himself foreshadows his future inclination towards gear that shows off his ass…ets:

Frankly, I don’t think much else needs to be said there? There’s a canonical reason Jake dresses the way he dresses, and that reason is that Jake likes tomb raiders and sexy-looking action heroines, and he wants to be a sexy action hero and look sexy doing it. That’s really all there is to it.

…Or it would be, except that unlike Jake’s relationship with fighting, Jake actually experiences struggles and complications relating to looking sexy, and becomes insecure and vulnerable due to the way people treat him as a sex object.

It’s no surprise this happens. Jake has a list of sexual/romantic voyeurs and aggressors, and his discomfort and trauma in this area is an integral part of his character. 

Early on, Obviously, there’s the AR, who’s lasciviousness is so well-documented I don’t think it’s worth repeating here. 

But Dirk breaks it down nicely for us. Dirk himself makes no appearance on this list, seeing as he had no control over the AR and never even remotely speaks to Jake that way when they talk to each other.

Brobot is often accused of being a sexual aggressor as well. This belief is based on two quotes from the story:

This one, from AR. The thing is, AR is known for being pretty hyperbolic and overly sexual about pretty much all situations–kind of like a 13 year kid would be, you know? 

What Jake himself says about the Brobot’s actions is much more indicative of the nature of the Brobot’s actions. Specifically:

Jake describes the Brobot as tender. And Tender is a specific word with specific, almost memetic meaning in Homestuck:

A meaning that only a juvenile teenager LIKE the Auto-Responder would consider sexual. Or at least, someone similarly trapped in immaturity.

Yeah. I know fanon is really pervasive about this idea that the Brobot was on the list of sexual aggressors, but the only real implication the canon itself makes is that it was doing tame proposals and handholds like this. That’s what Jake is referring to. It becomes problematic for him, but only because of the AR’s taunting and the fact that he and Dirk can’t figure out how to talk about it. 

Brain Ghost Dirk makes some comments to this effect, however–likely reflecting the way the AR has messed with Jake’s head and successfully made him conflate the way the AR sees him and the way Dirk sees him. Even after the AR stops being an active presence in Jake’s life, it still makes its impact known through BGD’s characterization. 

We also have no reason to believe Dirk even knows Brain Ghost Dirk exists, let alone has any active say in what he says or how he acts, either. BGD is, after all, predominantly Jake’s brain–and thus a reflection of, at best, how he THINKS Dirk sees him. 

Note how even though Jake fully expects Brain Ghost Dirk to make lascivious and leery comments to him, he never expects Brain Ghost Dirk to try to touch him in a way he doesn’t want to be touched. On top of that, In fact, Jake makes a point of noting that Dirk is more conscientious towards him than either the AR or Brain Ghost Dirk:

And then, of course Jane literally threatens Jake with sexual slavery (while corrupted by an evil supercomputer):

So yeah, Jake is pretty uncomfortable with being seen as sexy by the time Aranea gets to him. It wouldn’t be unreasonable if the idea of being seen as sexy–or even just wearing short shorts–was ruined for him completely.

It wouldn’t even be unreasonable if his image of Dirk was tarnished, even though Dirk wasn’t really responsible for what was happening any more than he was. 

But different people respond to trauma differently. And once Aranea objectifies him completely and renders him a tool–literally lightning him up and making it so ALL EYES are on him right when Jake feels most exposed and vulnerable, Jake responds in a pretty peculiar way.

With his Hope powers unlocked, Jake could theoretically do anything. Send hordes of angels to attack, make himself invisible, bring Grandma back from the dead…given what Jake actually ends up doing, it doesn’t make much sense to imagine arbitrary limits on his power. Because what Jake does when he needs to feel safe is make his imaginary friend real.

Again: Making something fake real is, by definition, pretty much the hardest thing to do–both in real life, and to convey compellingly narratively. 

Even Jake teleporting his grandma from the past and reviving her to come protect him would be more reasonable a storytelling move than Jake being able to create matter and a personality out of thin air. You would only need Time and Space powers to theoretically pull of that absurd feat, so it would technically be possible to accomplish.

Making your imaginary friend real, though? That’s completely impossible for everyone, everywhere. Except for Jake English. 

But Jake English can do anything, which means what we actually does reflects not only what he wants, but what he wants MORE than anything else possible to him. 

And what he wants is Dirk Strider, coming to his rescue and keeping him safe from his latest aggressor. Kinda like Brobot always protected Jake from feeling unsafe when he was threatened:

Brain Ghost Dirk even calls himself Jake’s boyfriend, and this is after Dirk broke up with him and he worried about not being able to love anyone:

And right before Dirk breaks them off, while Jake is in trickster form and completely uninhibited, he confesses feelings to Dirk and makes a point to note he was willing to be romantically involved with him:

And luckily, as for his relationship with his shorts, Jake had a good pal give him some advice and boost his self-confidence:

And over the course of [S] Credits, Jake apparently patches things up enough with Dirk that they’re living together and can comfortably fight for fun like he always wanted. On top of that, he’s recovered his confidence in his image enough that he can act out the sexy superhero fantasy he loved so much:

Both his relationship with Dirk and his relationship with his body are sorted out, and Jake’s now happy and comfortable with himself. How it happened, exactly? Who knows–there’s as many different ways it could’ve gone down as you can imagine. But the fact is, it did. And it was laid out this way from the beginning. 

What’s the exact nature of Dirk and Jake’s arrangement? Not really relevant. What we know is that they’re living together, that Jake was always willing to have a relationship with him and that never stopped being a thing, and that Jake trusts Dirk with his safety over literally anything else.

What we know is that they’re best friends and mutually romantically interested in each other, whether or not they decide to pursue that. 

We also know Jake always liked dressing sexy so long as he was safe and didn’t have to worry about people dehumanizing him. And in this new world, he can do that as much as he wants, too:

Anyway Jake English is the best character in Homestuck and he’s happy with his boyfriend Dirk canonically, and he’s also happy and comfortable with his body while doing it because that was never the issue when he was with Dirk.

Tomorrow I should be following this up with one last Jake post–this one talking about how Jake is way way smarter than everyone thinks he is. You know. Except for Dirk, who explicitly knows Jake is smart. 

After that, we can move on to Roxy. If you’re interested in my writing, I’m also working on a youtube series aiming to make Homestuck understandable to a broad audience you can find here. Next episode should be dropping before the end of the weekend. 

See you again soon. Keep Rising. 


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No offense but gladio reminds me of a power fantasy for white men and is a complete asshole. I had a hard time really liking him.

It’s fine if that’s your opinion, but I think overall I personally liked him. My issue with him was that it seemed like the writers were more concerned with keeping him macho and manly feeling than making sure he was a consistent character. Like, getting in your face and yelling at you to get your princely shit together, then dipping out for a little solo mission action for an entire chapter of the game? What the hell! And a lot of his lines didn’t feel like writers going, “Hey, what would Gladio, the character, say about this?” and were a lot more “What would a tough character say here?” One of his most endearing character traits is his love of cup fucking noodles, but even that was kinda just there for product placement that fell to him by process of elimination, like “We need one of the boys to promote this product…Ignis would never admit to liking prepackaged, sodium-bomb food like that…it’d be too obvious to pick Noctis or Prompto to be the one who loved it…so who does that leave? Gladio.” At the end of the game, I felt really close to Noctis and Ignis after seeing all that they had suffered and lost along the way of this quest, and Prompto was always really open and let us see his struggles and fears so it felt like we really got to know him. And then it’s just like…Gladio, that crazy son of a gun. He loved him some cup noodles and talkin all deep. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(that’s a bit hyperbolic and I did really generally find him likable enough as a character, but I’m trying to level with you here, lol)

Typing Issues from the Perspective of an INTJ

SUBMITTED by ecoreader

The biggest problem, currently, with the Myers Briggs Indicator is that it’s a marketable product, monetized by a for-profit corporation, in a climate of positive thinking. It’s a Kool-Aid that needs to be consumed for the product to catch on, so it needs to taste good to most consumers. As such, there’s a tendency to hyperbolize all the types: not just to turn them all into paragons of their dominant functions, but also to emphasize weaknesses that won’t bother them. FPs are all extremely sensitive souls, FJs are all painfully empathetic, TPs are random and impulsive, and TJs are sociopathic no-nonsense bulldozers; and all this is fine, because these are the weaknesses that they want to see in themselves.

For example, I’m always very amused by the INTJ type descriptions on sites like 16personalities:

“It’s lonely at the top, and being one of the rarest and most strategically capable personality types, INTJs know this all too well. INTJs form just two percent of the population, and women of this personality type are especially rare, forming just 0.8% of the population – it is often a challenge for them to find like-minded individuals who are able to keep up with their relentless intellectualism and chess-like maneuvering. People with the INTJ personality type are imaginative yet decisive, ambitious yet private, amazingly curious, but they do not squander their energy.”


How special it makes us feel! Rare and intelligent, but also sensitive to the insular nature of our existence! Both clearly and naturally dominant, but also somehow a misunderstood underdog. The Barnum effect ensures that we identify strongly with whichever of these two we find more apropos, and then we take the rest and run with it. This is great when using MBTI casually, because it ensures a quick fix; but the longer you stay with it, the longer it starts to fall apart. Because the real weaknesses aren’t truly addressed, types get conflated and confused and mistyping is all but inevitable. To use a personal example, this resulted in me doubting my type for well over a year (even if by process of elimination it was still the one that fit best). In fact, I only ever got over my uncertainty when I read the Socionics description for ILI:

“The mind of an ILI is an oasis of sorts where knowledge is treated as a toy or even a vehicle that allows them to visit complex mental landscapes that are shaped and continually revised by new information. Nonetheless, an ILI is likely to find the process of accumulating new information tiresome and requiring too much of their energy; consequently, new information is often accumulated and updated in a rather lethargic, periodic, and occasionally incomplete fashion.”


 Aha! Inferior Se, obvious and on display for all the world to see! Obvious dominant Introverted Perceiving! No overemphasis on the more socially acceptable aspects of Te! Negative connoted words, ones that will actually bother an INTJ, right there in the second paragraph; after all, being overly aggressive and analytical is fine on an intellectual level, but being lazy? Being unable to actually enact change in the physical world? That’s unbearable. Worse yet, the suggestion that Ni is fallible when it doesn’t have access to enough information brings back memories of all the times we were wrong, stupidly, because we overlooked something obvious.

 Typing oneself, as has been mentioned before by better writers than me, is about pain. When you look at your inferior function, it shouldn’t be with a smile (”Lol, yeah, this is totally me”), it should be with a grimace. To address INxJs directly: Inferior Se isn’t about lack of kinesthetic intelligence, much like MBTI has nothing to do with intelligence on the whole. Inferior Se is lack of a certain type of willpower, the inability to maintain a strong presence in the physical realm for long periods of time or to deal with rapidly evolving situations. Anyone can be bad at sports, or clumsy; that has nothing to do with type. Low Se is about being physically inconsistent, much like low feeling is about being emotionally inconsistent and low thinking is about logical inconsistency.

speaking of IKEA the rumours are true… i damn well thought it was all an exaggeration, some kind of hyperbolic meme but i swear to god it’s all true

when i was younger (like 12/13) my mum decided she wanted to get some furniture so she’s like we’ll go to IKEA, and i admit i was kinda curious so i went along with her. she drives us out of the city and into this vast parking lot and there in the middle of it is this windowless rectangle, like i’m talking it was massive man, reminded me of some huge temple to some unfeeling god… like i just got those chills, you know? something wasn’t right. i knew that whatever was in there would change me, that i could not gaze upon whatever was in that faceless bunker without the heavy weight of the knowledge weighing down on me for the rest of my life.

we go in and there’s like, this entrance hall, and nothing but a pair of escalators. both of them go down. i’m… really not sure about this at this point but my mum really wanted that easy to assemble yin-yang table or whatever so we descend. as we pass under the floor i’m… fucking blown away. i cannot adequately describe to you the vastness of this cavern. i couldn’t see the walls. you know when you take a boat out into the ocean and you go out far enough you can’t see land? well it was like that, but with endless kitchen displays and kitschy bedroom layouts. i was stunned. my mind was physically breaking trying to understand the size of this place and equate it to the building i had seen outside. i was gawking around so much that i nearly fell off the end of the escalator. just… fuck. i have never been in a man made structure that big since. i don’t even think that structure was man made. 

so we’re walking around and there are just these endless weaving paths through all the displays. they don’t just stick things on shelves here, they like, showcase them by building hundreds of mini living rooms and kitchens and stuff. it’s actually pretty cool, like, i can see why people spend thousands in this place. i no longer know where the escalators are and i’m not entirely sure which way is up but there are some cool fuzzy throw rugs i’d probably buy if i wasn’t like, 13. i come back around this kitchen display that i can see clearly to the other side of and my mum has just vanished. like i’m talking there’s no sign of her at all, even though there’s nothing she could have hidden behind and i’m reasonably sure i’d be able to see her if she was in the general area. she’s just nowhere to be found. i hang about for a bit but she doesn’t come back, and i’m now aware that exploration teams have probably died trying to locate the walls of this store so i’m starting to worry.

i get the bright idea to text her, and there’s no fucking phone signal. of course there’s not. i’m in a fucking leviathan of a basement located under the concrete and steel sarcophagus of whatever reptilian overlord ordered the construction of this place. by now i think i’ve just accepted my fate because i’m wandering around and i’m genuinely nervous at this point but i’m still stopping to look at little accessories for an office i don’t have, or mentally planning out my future kid’s room or whatever. i’m like “oh god i’m gonna die, i’m never gonna see my mum again– oh SHIT, that is a cute stuffed rat”. i’m just wandering around aimlessly, looking in vain for any landmarks, and suddenly i stumble across… a restaurant?

no word of a lie, hidden between displays and stacks of cushions is a restaurant. at first i’m so glad to see actual living people that i don’t realise what an odd location for a restaurant this is. i’m really fucking hungry now, too. i briefly consider what the ramifications of eating food in this realm might be but then i decide fuck it, these strangers are my people now, i’ve clearly been assimilated into the lost tribe of wandering IKEA visitors that i understand every one of these stores to have. i get some swedish meatballs because tradition seems to dictate that and i sit down and i eat my food and i watch as, every few minutes or so, another bewildered and ravenous traveller joins us. i’m sitting near where most people come in and i feel like the unofficial st peter of this place, greeting lost souls and easing their passing into their new life. i’m kind of growing shockingly used to my new fate. i’ve all but accepted it when my mum appears. she’s holding like, a million cushions, and says it’s time to go. she doesn’t seem worried in the slightest that she lost me for what i estimate to be around three days. maybe time works differently in different parts of the store. i get up and follow her and i realise i have not actually seen anywhere to purchase items from, but mum somehow has a receipt. whatever. i’ve stopped trying to make sense of things.

halfway through our trek it seems the place is closing for the day, or at least switching to night mode, where i assume a vast array of new temporal oddities are let lose on the unsuspecting public. employees appear from seemingly nowhere, standing at assigned areas and pointing in the direction of the next employee, who points at the next one, and so on and so forth until we’re somehow ascending the escalator (a different one? it must be, but i can’t see the other ones even from a height). there are suddenly loads of people, like the escalator is full and more are crowded at the bottom. i don’t know where they all came from. where i walked in IKEA, i walked alone.

when we get out of the building it’s night time, and mum’s talking about going back when she can borrow the bigger car because there’s some shelving she likes. i feel the building’s eyeless gaze on me as we approach the car, and i don’t look back.

katsa is also a genuinely funny narrator, made even better by the fact that she actually has no idea that anything she’s doing or thinking is over the top, ever. like you could read the whole book and think she’s a subdued person if you don’t pay attention, which is why some ppl are surprised by her in bitterblue when you’re taken into another character’s perspective, but she’s never been subdued at all. she’s hyperbolic about everything and her narrative voice is just so dry that it’s warm and funny even when she has no idea that she’s being so. like when she’s getting furious about finding po attractive and she literally thinks “how dare he stand there like that and eat bread” i love her
Jon Stewart-Produced Doc About a Syrian Refugee Camp Coming to Starz
‘After Spring’ focuses on two families living at the Zaatari Refugee Camp, the largest Syrian refugee camp

“We’ve all seen the hyperbole and the polemics, and the propaganda about who these refugees are and what these camps are and to see it in its most stark human, objective form is beautiful,” said Stewart in a statement. “[Filmmakers] Steph and Ellen found a way to tell the story of the camp, to provide some context for the families’ stories in a beautiful, real, and unobtrusive way that is particularly moving and urgent.”

Andrei Tarkovsky
“And is Chaplin—comedy? No: he is Chaplin, pure and simple; a unique phenomenon, never to be repeated. He is unadulterated hyperbole; but above all he stuns us at every moment of his screen existence with the truth of his hero’s behavior. In the most absurd situation Chaplin is completely natural; and that is why he is funny.”

Buster Keaton
“At his best, and Chaplin remained at his best for a long time, he was the greatest comedian that ever lived.”

François Truffaut
“My religion is cinema. I believe in Charlie Chaplin…”

Jean-Luc Godard
“He is beyond praise because he is the greatest of all. What else can one say? The only filmmaker, anyway, to whom one can apply without misunderstanding that very misleading adjective, ‘humane’… Today one says Chaplin as one says Da Vinci—or rather Charlie, like Leonardo.”

Jean Renoir
“The master of masters, the filmmaker of filmmakers, for me is still Charlie Chaplin. He has done everything in his films—script, direction, setting, production, performance and even the music… His films are not only examples of perfect unity, but all his work is one. One may say indeed of Chaplin that he has made only one film and that every facet of that film is a different enactment of the same profession of faith.”

Jiri Menzel
“All Chaplin’s early films assured me that the comedy can say in a grotesque way much more about people’s characters than serious films, which after a certain time fade away and became ridiculous. Good comedy is immortal.”

Luis Buñuel
“When I was young, the idea of an orgy was tremendously exciting. Charlie Chaplin once organized one in Hollywood for me and two Spanish friends, but when the three ravishing young women arrived from Pasadena, they immediately got into a tremendous argument over which one was going to get Chaplin, and in the end all three left in a huff.”

Masaki Kobayashi
“Last year I went to the Cannes Film Festival and met Charles Chaplin. They showed his works. I was deeply impressed by his greatness. His films, his methods and content, are modern and so contemporary; he is a great genius.”

Ousmane Sembène
“Did other filmmakers teach you anything? There was one, an old man whom I had the fortune to meet very old, Charlie Chaplin; he told me that everyone could do this job, but that it is very demanding… He was the only guy who you couldn’t see in bars, nightclubs, or at receptions. He told me one had to stay at home and work…”

Pier Paolo Pasolini
“You can always feel underneath my love for Dreyer, Mizoguchi and Chaplin… I feel this mythic epicness in both Dreyer and Mizoguchi and Chaplin: all three see things from a point of view which is absolute, essential and in a certain way holy, reverential.”

Satyajit Ray
“If there is any name which can be said to symbolize cinema—it is Charlie Chaplin… I am sure Chaplin’s name will survive even if the cinema ceases to exist as a medium of artistic expression. Chaplin is truly immortal.”

Stanley Kubrick
“If something is really happening on the screen, it isn’t crucial how it’s shot. Chaplin had such a simple cinematic style that it was almost like I Love Lucy, but you were always hypnotized by what was going on, unaware of the essentially non-cinematic style. He frequently used cheap sets, routine lighting and so forth, but he made great films. His films will probably last longer than anyone else’s.”

Vittorio De Sica
"Truly good films—like Chaplin’s—should stimulate as well as soothe, should appeal to the mind as well as to the senses, should kindle thought as well as the emotions.”

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batmanthirst  asked:

I don't know if you're still in the writing mood but here's a prompt if you're up for it: clark non-explicitly asking bruce out in the middle of conversations and never being taken seriously

(AN: I’m sorry this took a little longer, I’ve been working more days lately and there is a couple days between me writing the beginning of this and the end if things seem a little wonky. I hope you like it either way)

“He has to know right? I mean, it’s Batman.”

“Let it go, Bear.” Hal said not looking up from his magazine. The two were supposed to be on monitor duty, but the Lantern normal took this time to relax and maybe catch up on some sleep if he was partnered with someone reliable and there were very few more reliable than Flash. Except apparently when there was drama afoot.

“I can’t just let it go.” Barry sighed but reluctantly turned back to the monitors, far used to his friend’s routine. Between Justice League missions and Green Lantern duties, he couldn’t really complain if the guy fell asleep while working. Much. “It’s like watching someone slip on something in slow motion. It’s too late to warn them and you know it’s going to end in disaster.”

Hal snorted but didn’t object to the hyperbole. Of course Batman had to see it, they all had. It had been going on for months. Hell, maybe even years considering the two had known each other for far longer than the rest of them had.

Then again, he thought, glancing up towards where Batman and Superman were huddled over the plans for the Watchtower renovations. The guy does have the emotionally intelligence of a potato.

Supes was standing shoulder to shoulder with the Bat, a proximity that seemed only to be reserved for him, Diana and his forty friggin kids. The aforementioned Bat’s shoulders weren’t as tense as they normally were. If it was anyone else, Hal would have just narrowed it down to the years of familiarity they had on the rest of them, but the Lantern had only seen that particular extent of relaxation around the other man’s fifty-seven bat kids. Hal shook his head, turning back to his magazine and taking his own advice, letting it go.

“We need to fix the water pressure in the en-suite showers, but that can wait.” Bruce said, lens covered eyes scanning the plans as Clark nodded along. “It’s the satellite that needs immediate attention.”

“Did you see that new restaurant by the Planet earlier?” Clark asked as his friend lapsed into brief silence, most likely doing calculations in his head.

“I did. That meteor shower on Monday caused more damage than J’onn and I anticipated. Some of the panels will need to be replaced.”
“Well that’s probably because I needed to destroy an asteroid to make it a meteor shower. We should go there for lunch tomorrow instead of the diner.”

“Rosanne would stop giving you that free cheesecake if she found out we skipped out on the usual place. I can get new panels, but it might take a couple days.”

“I can loop around the planet a couple times every day until we get them. And okay, that’s fair.” Clark chuckled, thinking of the older waitress that normally took his and Bruce’s order whenever the former was in Metropolis. “Well how about we go there for dinner?” He suggested albeit hopefully.

“Can’t. Charity dinner. One that you’re covering.” Bruce hummed without missing a beat. “That’s impractical even for you, Superman. There might be a way I can get them as early as tonight, might have to involve Malone though.”

“Oh. Right, day job.” His shoulder’s sagged only the slightest bit and he raised a half amused eyebrow. “Malone has those kind of connections?”

“You’d be surprised. I’ll make the arrangements for after the dinner later. If I can get them, you’re going to have to do the heavy lifting.”

“Yeah, I can do that, B.”

He has to know. Dick thought watching Bruce and Clark crowd the monitor (Batcomputer as Nightwing had mentally dubbed it) looking over the results of the tests Bruce had ran on a strange metallic object that Clark had ‘ran into’ during one of his most recent battles. Clark’s hand rested on the top of the computer chair as he leaned forward for a ‘better look at the screen’, invading Bruce’s personal space. Rather than objecting to the proximity, B didn’t even seem to notice it. Which Dick knew was bullshit since his father figure was aware of almost everything in his environment. He was sure Clark was aware of this as well.

It was a familiar routine, one that Dick could trace back to his Robin days, when Clark and Bruce first began their uneasy truce that surcame to years of true friendship. Of course, back then he hadn’t been totally aware that Superman had been flirting with his guardian. Not until Jason had taken up the Robin mantle at least. He shook his head. At this point he wasn’t sure if Bruce was toying with the other man or if this had actually managed to evade the Batman’s noticed. Which he seriously doubted. The pattern was always the same; they did some actual work for a few hours, standing or working closer to each other than strictly necessary, then Clark would bring up a movie he was thinking about seeing (this week was the new King Kong movie, go figure) or a concert or restaurant he wanted to go check out and would casually invite Bruce along, only for it to go over the Bat’s head.

The worst part was, Dick knew Bruce was interested. He knew Bruce better than the older man knew himself sometimes. They all saw the softness in his eyes when it came to Clark, the inside jokes, the way the Man of Steel could just ‘pop by’ without getting the whole ‘my city’ speech (most of the time) anymore. So it baffled the eldest child a little. He didn’t know why he toyed with the other man like that. Maybe he decided he would lose interest, maybe he had somehow convinced himself that he was somehow a danger to the indestructible man like he had most people in his life. Maybe he convinced himself that relationships themselves were too dangerous, too distracting from his work.

Maybe, Dick thought as he watched Bruce’s lips twitch a little at some corny joke Clark had made before falling back into their neutral scowl. He thinks he’s the one being toyed with.

He shook his head and headed upstairs for something to eat, ruffling Damian’s hair as he passed him on the stairs.

“Try not to be as hopeless as them when you get older, okay?” He muttered, smirking at the confused look he got as he walked away.

Clark yawned and stretched, pushing up his glasses to rub at his eyes. Alien or not, staring at his computer screen for six straight hours had done nothing good to his eyes, or his back for that matter.

“So, even Superman gets uncomfortable in cheap office chairs.” He looked up in brief panic before his brain registered the voice. The shadows of the empty bullpen seemed to naturally surround Bruce, even when his Batsuit was traded for a nice Armani one. His lips were quirked in a small, amused smile as he approached his desk as he had many times before. “The job of an investigative journalist is never done I see.”

“Unfortunately not.” Clark chuckled, leaning back in the chair to better look up at him better. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Wayne?” He asked with a bit of a teasing grin. Bruce said nothing, just studying his face with those calculating blue eyes in a way that always made Clark want to squirm. Of course, if he did, that mean Bruce won. It became a game at some point, though he couldn’t say when, one he was almost sure he wouldn’t win. There was no winning with the Bat. He had even resigned to stop his advances, forfeit the game. He was content with being friends, that would be enough for him.

Of course with Bruce, it wasn’t that simple. Because, like most things with the Bat, the moment Clark thought he was out, Bruce changed the rules. The billionaire leaned down and pressed his lips against the reporter’s, who responded to the long dreamt about kiss immediately, cradling the back of his head, afraid it would end just as suddenly. When Bruce did pull away, he was smirking.

“Come on, you owe me dinner.”

There are only two genders.

Firstly, I will mention that gender is not a social construct, and almost entirely biological and the basis of it is indeed genetics. Gender roles may slightly vary in expression based on social constructions such as culture, but gender roles are ultimately rooted in real, measurable, biological differences between men and women. I’m going to give an example; there are more men than women in STEM fields because men are generally more biologically inclined toward science. There are more women in social and philanthropic fields because women are generally more biologically inclined to them. And I do have evidence on this scientific claim;

One of these points of evidence being that gender is as old as the beginning of the life of species. The sexes are, without being hyperbolic, as old as life itself. Across virtually all species genders are evolutionally designed to fill specific roles and invest in different mechanisms to perpetuate their genes. To pretend that humans are an exception to this is absurd.

My second piece of evidence for this; It is a near, if not all in all, universal feature of world cultures that there are innate differences between genders. All cultures were and often are prone to dividing the subject of labour between men and women; women doing more child rearing and men engaging in hunting and warfare. This can also be derived from the fact that men are biologically stronger in their upper body area, hence more capable of hunting and warfare.

My third piece of evidence is a common one. The disparity in cognitive abilities between men and women (e.g. men are better at 3-d spacial analysis and women are better at picking up social cues) are observed in other primates.

A fourth point can be made revolving around androgens (“male” hormones) and estrogens (“female” hormones) have a lasting effect on the development of the brain. Their effects are not simply transient.

Next, the brains of men and women are visibly and measurably disparate. Among other differences, men have larger brains (even when correcting for body size) and females have more gray matter.

Now, regarding sex changes, because this I’m assuming would be brought up, women preparing for a sex change who are given “male” hormones improve on tests of 3-d rotation (a “male” ability) and get worse on tests of verbal fluency (a “female” ability). Women with higher levels of testosterone exhibit more stereotypically “male” behavior such as increased promiscuity, less inclination to smile, and even a stronger handshake.

A study also examined 25 boys who were born without a penis and then castrated and raised as girls. All of them showed male patterns of play as children and more than half spontaneously declared they were boys. This really is a knot tier to the entire discussion. The study itself.

People born with turners syndrome have one X chromosome and are therefore genetically neutered. However, people with turners syndrome that got their X chromosome from their father (which is biologically designed with female traits) show more stereotypically female behavior. Those who got the chromosome from their mother (which is biologically designed for male behavior) exhibit more stereotypically male behavior.

All these noteworthy pieces of evidence are bound to show that gender is indeed predominantly biological. Now, as for not supporting ‘genderfluid,’ 'agender’ or 'genderfuzz’, people are free to identify as whatever they want, but it doesn’t mean it is biologically correct. So, as far as homosapiens and science intersect, there are, and always will be two identifiable and valid genders
Climate change impacting ‘most’ species on Earth, even down to their genomes
Three recent studies point to just how broad, bizarre, and potentially devastating climate change is to life on Earth. And we’ve only seen one degree Celsius of warming so far.
By Jeremy Hance

A female kangaroo lies dead after she was hit by a car while moving to higher ground away from floodwaters in Rockhampton, Tuesday, April 4, 2017. Flood waters are expected to hit levels not seen in 60 years. Climate change is intensifying extreme weather events such as these as well as making them hit more frequently. Such events, as well as other climate impacts, are forcing animals to move around the world, often resulting in population decline and local extinction. Photograph: Dan Peled/AAP


Climate change is rapidly becoming a crisis that defies hyperbole.

For all the sound and fury of climate change denialists, self-deluding politicians and a very bewildered global public, the science behind climate change is rock solid while the impacts – observed on every ecosystem on the planet – are occurring faster in many parts of the world than even the most gloomy scientists predicted.

Given all this, it’s logical to assume life on Earth – the millions of species that cohabitate our little ball of rock in space – would be impacted. But it still feels unnerving to discover that this is no longer about just polar bears; it’s not only coral reefs and sea turtles or pikas and penguins; it about practically everything – including us.

Three recent studies have illustrated just how widespread climate change’s effect on life on our planet has already become.

More than half of the world’s humans today live in cities – but that won’t make any of us immune to the changes going on in nature. According to Scheffer’s research, humans will see a drop in productivity of various crops or timber species, a drastic loss in marine fisheries, a potential rise in new diseases as well as disease spreading to places they’d never been before. Meanwhile, declines in coral reefs, kelp forests and mangroves could lead to more lives lost in climate-fueled storms. Loss of global biodiversity will also have knock-on effects in societies around the world, from less productive ecosystems to impacts we simply can’t predict today.

Okay, first of all, if you haven’t read Hyperbole and a Half by Allie Brosh then you really should because it’s amazing. And this artwork is all hers, only the stitches are mine.
I’ve had this picture printed out for a while and finally stitched it to a) practice embroidery more and b) have a reminder of how much her work means to me. When I was just starting to recognize my depression for what it was, I read Depression: Part 2 on her blog and went “Yes! This is it! This is exactly what I cannot put into words.” I laughed and I cried and I felt hope, because I knew someone else understood what I was going through even if I didn’t know her personally.
I’m very proud of this piece even though I did get wine on it.
Tl;dr I stitched a picture from a webcomic and now I have a sore spot on my thumb.

anonymous asked:

is Donald trump a Russian spy?

If you believe in what all the media says, he’s also Putin’s secret lover, a watersports athlete, Hitler 2.0, Mussolini 1.1, a puppet of the Kremlin, a reincarnation of the ancient Egyptian god kek, and so on.

In reality, he’s a polarizing political figure that doesn’t know when to shut up, nor how to speak for that matter, and that has some very sketchy views of what America was, but that at least is attempting to do what he promised he’d do, as that’s why he got elected, rather than to back down to immediately please the political elite once in power. 

His presidency has just begun, let the poor bastard have at least a year in office before calling him the worst president in american history and all the other hyperbole every single journalist has used against the man since he took office. 

dostoyevsky: [whispering to me from the void] that’s my secret, miles…. all my characters are self inserts
me: [sitting upright in bed, all my shitty self insert writing now validated] holy shit

gilmore girls starter sentences (part one) 

  • ❝ i wanna be good, life’s just not letting me. ❞
  • ❝ i need coffee in an iv. ❞
  • ❝ who cares if i’m pretty if i fail my finals? ❞
  • ❝ give me a burger, onion rings, and a list of people who killed their parents and got away with it. i need some heroes.  ❞
  • ❝ i think we should get married. ❞
  • ❝ don’t look at me, i had nothing to do with it. ❞
  • ❝ my god, those are good genes. ❞
  • ❝ we should be out partying with the homies. ❞
  • ❝ school comes before _______’s mental health. ❞
  • ❝ great, we can hold hands and skip afterwards! ❞
  • ❝ i almost fell off the roof of my house, so i have to have pancakes. ❞
  • ❝ this is what i’ve always pictured the inside of my head to look like. ❞
  • ❝ i walked around in a blind rage, i was crazy. ❞
  • ❝ take a polaroid. paint a still picture. do whatever you want. ❞
  • ❝ you’re a vicious trollop! ❞
  • ❝ should i be putting a tongue depressor in your mouth right about now? ❞
  • ❝ well shake him real hard! maybe he’ll disappear! ❞
  • ❝ i think i may have loved you, but i just need to let it go. ❞
  • ❝ oh sure, but first why don’t you use a medieval torture instrument to crush my ribs and flatten my spinal cord in order to accommodate your sadistic wishes? ❞
  • ❝ jerk! ass, arrogant, inconsiderate, mindless, frat-boy, lowlife, butt-faced miscreant! ❞
  • ❝ here’s to hoping that your cat exposes itself to you soon. ❞
  • ❝ what are we if not the world’s champion eaters? ❞
  • ❝ my excitement must be clouding my ability to judge comedic hyperbole. ❞
  • ❝ don’t go all west side story on me, okay? ❞
  • ❝ stop trying! stop talking to me, stop following me, stop asking me questions. just stop! ❞
  • ❝ you seem very obsessed with length. ❞
  • ❝ that’s so cute, you’re like a really sweet old agoraphobic couple! ❞
  • ❝ gee, thanks for spoiling it for me. ❞
  • ❝ an innocent boy/girl/person like me should not be raised in an atmosphere like this. ❞
  • ❝ do you want to push me in a lake? it’s cathartic, i hear. ❞
  • ❝ did anyone ever think that maybe sylvia plath wasn’t crazy, she was just cold? ❞
  • ❝ when a woman gives birth to a crack baby, you do not buy her a puppy. ❞
  • ❝ people are especially stupid today. i can’t talk to any more of them. ❞
  • ❝ i need it to be over because i can’t take this anymore. ❞
  • ❝ only prostitutes have two glasses of wine at lunch. ❞
  • ❝ this great man was brought down by my vagina, okay? ❞
  • ❝ if you’re gonna throw your life away, he’d better have a motorcycle! ❞
  • ❝ tie your tubes, idiots. ❞
  • ❝ am i crying or laughing? ❞
  • ❝ i have no patience for jam hands! ❞
  • ❝ i’m attracted to pie. it doesn’t mean i feel the need to date pie. ❞
  • ❝ i love you, you idiot. ❞
  • ❝ i’m afraid that once your heart’s involved, it all comes out in moron. ❞
  • ❝ it’s all any of us wants, to find a nice person to hang out with ‘till we drop dead. not a lot to ask! ❞
  • ❝ oy with the poodles already. ❞
  • ❝ this thing that we’re doing here… you and i. i just want you to know that i’m in. i’m all in. ❞
  • ❝ it’s five in the morning, go make coffee at your own house. ❞
  • ❝ i can’t stop drinking the coffee. ❞
  • ❝ i stop drinking the coffee, i stop doing the standing, walking, and words putting into sentence doing. ❞
  • ❝ i’m planning on despising everyone who says ‘hey, how’s it going?’ ❞
  • ❝ i freak out at beddy-bye. ❞
  • ❝ all they do is bitch, bitch, bitch. ❞
  • ❝ i’d rather have bird crap fall on my head. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t like mondays, but unfortunately they come around eventually. ❞