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TIL that Harvard professor Tom Lehrer was asked at the age of 84 by rapper 2 Chainz if he could sample his 60-year old song. Lehrer replied, “I grant you motherfuckers permission to do this. Please give my regards to Mr. Chainz, or may I call him 2?”

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“no one’s ever mad at me unless they tell me so” is the best assumption i’ve ever made

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Only 11 days more to reblog

I haven't seen dancing pumpkin guy ONCE this year, are you guys okay?

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PSA: AO3 HAS BEEN INFECTED WITH AI BOT COMMENTS.

Have you seen one of these dipshits? If you post regularly on ao3, chances are YES, but more likely you didn't notice nor suspect it was a bot. Sometimes they start off nice, or even praise you before getting nasty out of nowhere, like so:

But much like Grok, their newest obsession is nazism.

I don't know where they come from, or what purpose this could possibly serve other than suicidebaiting random people in the internet, I guess; but apparently they've started parroting names from real users to send these comments and shifting their general length to go by undetected. Maybe those are scrappers trying to train 'reviewbots' to be sold as part of some scam service promising to give feedback for newbie writers, who the fuck knows.

Here are more examples of the tone and backhanded compliments you can find in these:

If you regularly post on AO3 or interact with writers in it, please pass this along so they don't feel insane receiving bombs in their inbox. This is ridiculous.

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“Ariel sold her voice for legs just because of a guy“

Meanwhile Ariel with legs;

Ariel already loved the human world long before meeting Eric (you don’t get a collection like hers overnight) and when she finally got a chance to explore it, she took it.

Ursula made it more about Eric than Ariel ever did.

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Stuff about Rena

For people who doesn't know her, Rena is Jason's girlfriend from his original run as Robin in the 80s. She was in like, 5 comics and they never mentioned her again. But some people on tumblr (aka, @the-jason-todd-impreganator ), have been talking about her and we have a small community of people who ship her with Jason (me included)

So this post is just to yap about her and my hcs about her as an adult + I'm counting her as a OC for the Jason Todd Bingo because we know basically nothing about her. Gonna post more about that one later but also I'm making a lot of the prompts based on Jayrena, so it's a good excuse to talk about her.

Finally getting to my HCs:

Her actual name is Renata Lazarou. I can't remember who talked about that last name first but it's a greek one making reference to the Lazarus Pit, which revived Jason just as she as his gf gives him a reason to live. Also I'm gonna make her actual name Renata and Rena is just a nickname. I commonly hate when people make character's name longer for no reason but idgaf. I'm making her argentinian too because I'm argentinian and her fanart is insanely similar to what I imagined myself as an adult when I was a kid.

It's canon that her family moves a lot because of her dad's job, so...

She has a sister some years older that moved with their grandma to have some stability on her last year of high school. Rena got the option to go with them but she said no. She wouldn't have moved to Gotham and known Jason if she said yes, but sometimes she just wants a place to actually call hers

Because of moving a lot since she can remember, she doesn't have a lot of near friends and loses contact with any she makes while living at some place, so she didn't knew what actual friendships were and was easily peer-presured

Gotham isn't the exception, they move to another city after that. And another and another and another.

But when Rena graduates, she quickly moves by herself to Gotham. She fels kinda guilty because she has a younger brother she will not see grow but also knows she's an adult and it's okay. After all, she fell in love with the city even before meeting Jason and she feels like a part of her was left there, a wound needs to heal because she couldn't process it properly as a teen.

Casually, Red Hood starts appearing in Gotham some weeks later.

Going back to her personality, she likes the 80s retro aesthetic. Big hair, colourful clothes and all of that.

Some fav shows/movies are the Back To The Future trilogy, The Nanny and Goncharov, probably more.

Really into cinema, wanted to be a director or just work in a movie in any way possible

Ends up becoming a journalist, talking about Gotham's social problematics and things like that (I don't about Gotham's journalism industry tbh)

She has the biggest rivalry with Bruce Wayne because he didn't told her what happened to Jason and she had to find out her boyfriend's death BY THE NEWS. So her notes always talk about Brucie Wayne in a not-so-positive light, to put it nicely.

She starts investigating Jason's death and discovers the family secret. Now she also hates Joker.

And then, a guy called in honor of the Joker becomes the boss of Crime Alley (Jason's origin place) by ways he would have probably hated.

So she makes her own suit with old batfam technology (don't ask how she got it) and becomes "The Wolf", an anti-hero who goes specifically agaisnt Red Hood. And as a threat, she sends him Joker's cutted head.

Red Hood finally pays attention to the new vigilante because she took revenge because she's becoming a big problem to his business.

Idk what else 2 write so I guess it's that. Ask me anything else u wanna know about her or smthing. I just think she's cool

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another part of the Jason and Damian meeting in the league AU’s is the more subtle parts of raising a child. not just the protectiveness, bodyguard and prince, keeping Damian safe and all that. but the other stuff, the simple stuff that although doesn’t seem like much at the time, probably ends up being the most important part of their relationship.

Jason taught Damian how to ride a bike. Damian had been trained to drive cars, pilot helicopters, charter plane courses and sail boats, but the simple fun of a two-wheel bike? Deemed unnecessary and useless by Talia. It was Jason that snuck him out of the compound one afternoon, over to one of the little villages lining the desert and trading stolen league supplies with a small family in exchange for their daughter’s bike that he then dragged over to an abandoned dusty track. Damian had scoffed at the time, thinking the stabilisers to be insults to his very honour.

“My balance is impeccable, ahki.” He’d snipped, watching the easy way Jason rolled his eyes, grinning as he bent down to loyally remove the extra wheels. He’d underestimated the difference between the bike and his other training, trying to set off and instantly slamming his legs down on the ground to stop tipping over, but he hadn’t been yelled at or mocked like with his other trainers. Instead, Jason had softly instructed him on how to use the pedals, shift his weight with the handlebars, and work the brakes. Then he’d promised that he’d hold the back of the seat for as long as Damian needed, only letting go when he gave the ok. Damian wouldn’t admit it, but one of his fondest memories from childhood had been on that road; dust hitting his legs and sweat beading on his face as the sun bore down on them, wobbly making his way down the track until he gained confidence and then demanded Jason let go. He still remembered the proud cheer Jason had let out behind him as Damian rode off without his help, even years later when he was in Gotham.

That wasn’t the only thing, either. Damian hadn’t really realised the true extent of what Jason had given him until he’d gotten to Gotham; little connections being made as memories came to the surface and he started realising ‘oh, Jason had done those things for him.’

There was a day where Dick dragged him and Tim to the park for ice cream, citing that it was sunny and they needed ‘fresh air’, a notion that Tim seemed majorly offended by. Still, they both allowed him to corral cones into their hand and lead them on a walk through the Gotham greenery. It was there that Damian had paused, eyes catching on the way a small boy was stood with his father on the grass, a spool of string in hand as they stared up at a colourful device flapping in the wind above.

“S’ called a kite, Dames.” Dick had explained gently, hand coming up to clap him on the shoulder. “I guess there probably wasn’t much opportunity to fly those back with Talia, huh? You know stores around here sell them all the time, it would be really fun if we got one and taught you to fly it.”

But Damian had only shook his head, carrying on down the path with a simple, “No. I have flown one before.”

Because he had; he could remember much clearer now the time that Jason had advocated for Damian’s place on one of his training hikes up the mountain, citing strength and endurance training in the wilderness. The air was flat down by the compound, strong winds more a sign of a sandstorm than any opportunity for fun, but up in the hills and cliffs of their hike the breeze was gentle yet firm, ideal for the activity. He remembered Jason waiting until they were completely secluded from the league before hunkering down and ripping up his camping gear, tearing into his tent and sun protection before cobbling together an at the time pathetic mess of wire, fabric, and bent tent poles. Looking back, Damian could recognise the lovingly crafted homemade kite Jason had made from them, but he only remembered complaining at the time, hissing and spitting about wasting time when Jason dragged him to a cliff edge and plopped him down on the edge, legs dangling as he then bracketed Damian in with his own legs, his hands covering Damian’s own much smaller pair as they clasped the wire connected to the ‘kite’ together. He’d slumped over time, letting himself lean back into Jason’s form and watching the fabric fly around in front calmly, Jason showing him how to make patterns in the air, and to this day Damian thought of those precious moments as the most relaxed and safe he had ever felt as a child.

He guessed it wasn’t until getting to Gotham and finding out what children were supposed to have, freedom and the room to grow rather than harsh training and responsibility, that he realised just how much Jason had given him back then, the experiences he’d prioritised creating, even over his own safety. Jason hadn’t had a tent that night, exposed to the elements and unable to fit in Damian’s with him. He hadn’t even blinked at the sacrifice, deeming it worth it.

“Father took me to see a pantomime today,” Damian murmured one night, the gentle silence of Jason’s safe house wrapping him up in that same sense of security and warmth that Jason always gave him. He kept looking out the window even as Jason hummed from the kitchen, cooking up some vegetarian dish from Sicily that Jason claimed he ‘just HAD to try’. It was often that would happen, Red Hood going on an international mission that demanded no contact with Damian for who knew how long, but every time without fail Jason would return with a new recipe and a tale about some local restaurant with a dish he ‘needed to make for you, Dames, honestly it’s a game changer’. Damian wasn’t stupid, he knew Jason didn’t normally eat vegetarian, but he could imagine so easily his brother taking time away from his dangerous cases just so he could find something to bring back for Damian, some way to keep them connected even when they were apart.

“Oh?” Jason encouraged him to continue, the soft sound of a knife hitting a cutting board backing him. “How was it?”

“…Not nearly as fun as the ones you used to put on.”

Jason laughed easily, Damian smiling slightly at the memories; shadows and nightmares keeping little Damian awake, too afraid to be alone. Jason would sneak past guards to slip into his room to keep him company, making stupid puppets out of old socks and ruined clothes and doing his best rendition of various plays and theatre that he could remember from outside the league. Staying up for hours even with harsh training or missions the next day, willingly sacrificing his own rest just to ensure Damian knew he could rely on him.

“I suppose I never thanked you,” He mumbled eventually, turning away from the window. Jason looked up and over at him with a slightly furrowed brow.

“Thanked me? I know I’m talented, but I don’t think my sock puppet rendition of ‘a streetcar named desire’ was that good.” He snorted. Damian only shook his head.

“For bothering to give me a childhood when nobody else would. If it were not for you, I am unsure I would have made it out of that compound still human. Thank you, for that.”

Jason went silent, the two staring at each other for a moment. There was a sense of comradery between them, some unknown emotion shining in Jason’s eyes as Damian bared his soul to the person he owed still having one to. Jason swallowed, one side of his mouth ticking upwards into a genuine soft smile.

“Yeah, well, you definitely kept me sane in there too, what with all the Lazarus bullshit. Ditto, or whatever.” He brushed off, snorting when Damian rolled his eyes at the emotional incompetence. “Oi,” He laughed slightly. “Shut up and drink your tea, food’s ready in five.”

Damian allowed it, turning back to the window and raising his mug to his lips. “Yes, ahki.”

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Figured I’d post the full pic ft. Some comments I liked 😭

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Isn't this what started the tentacles kink on Japan? Like, they couldn't show dicks and sex so they made the girls get fucked by tentacle monsters that were glorified dildos. And then people started to get a kink on tentacles.

I propose something like those art tutorials videos from tiktok where a girl teached to draw NSFW as if it was too specific SFW art tutorials.

No officer, those aren't balls, that's a moving bag with two marbles

Nop, no cum, just a water gun shooting condensed milk on a pair of balloons. No reason to arrest anyone

funniest potential outcome for all these censorship laws is it just increases public interest in weird abstract kinks that cannot be reasonably banned because nothing about them is telegraphed as pornographic. like how you can open deviantart and find 5000 images of that snake from the jungle book hypnotizing random characters. improvise adapt overcome.

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well, a baby would arrange HIS guts so...(probably. I have no idea how pregnancy works actually)

literally roy...^^^

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Okay so bad news for everyone on YouTube right now

Starting the 13th, we will have an AI determine if we are children or not and if you are a child, than you are forced to send your ID, send a selfie or a credit card

This has the obvious cons of having your privacy being revoked from you and and in case there is a security breach, major identity thefts.

So what do we do in this scenario?

Well right now I have real idea as this is relativity new to me, but I do have two plans

Plan 1. Bug the shit out of them, send letters and send emails about how much of bad idea this is.

Include why the AI will mess up and target adults who watch cartoons, include privacy issues, censorship issues, anything you can think of that relates to this. I want you guys to bug the hell out of YouTube until they reverse this idea

Plan 2. Blackout.

Since the thing is coming out on the 13th.

The plan will be to completely avoid YouTube at all cost for that day, no watching, no sharing, no uploading, no nothing.

Download videos before things go down, watch Netflix. Whatever you do, don’t touch YouTube.

That’s all I can say right now, I also want you guys to let YouTubers know of this situation cause if it’s important for everyone on the website to talk about this immediately

Spread this stuff around, let people know of YouTube’s upcoming policy and how it’ll hurt everyone