#from knowing to becoming

[shisasan]

There is a difference between understanding the subconscious and fully integrating it into the Self. Awareness alone doesn’t set us free.

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[livinghalfway]

You’re not allowed on the bus

When Danny moved to Gotham he needed a way to feed his obsession to protect others while also keeping a low profile. He really couldn't afford getting any unwanted attention at the moment. Which led Danny to becoming a bus driver!

It's perfect in almost every single way. He not only gets paid for his work, he gets to help someone almost every night. Danny never would have thought about how much a bus driver could do for people before this; especially when it comes to Gotham.

Now Danny has denied many people from stepping foot in his bus for a multitude of different reasons. He just didn't think Batman would ever be one of them.

It was a slow night for him, bus currently empty, as Danny approached the next stop on his route. He noticed two figures standing by it, and it isn't until the door opens does he realize that the two figures were Red Hood and Batman. The two clearly weren't happy with each other if the yelling was anything to go by.

Danny planned to just close the doors and continue on his way, when suddenly Red Hood is turning towards him and stomping his way onto the bus. Taking a seat right in the front row. Batman, of course isn't done talking to Red Hood yet and tries to step on the bus after him when Danny puts a hand up to stop him.

He can't even believe his words as he says them, "Sorry Batman, but I can't allow you on if your only going to cause problems with the other riders."

Without waiting for a response Danny shuts the bus doors in Batman's face.

Next

[demaparbat-hp]

Hey, Spitfire! Try not to kill your brother ahead of time!

.

Looking for Ursa right after being banished had some...wildly unexpected results. One: Zuko actually found her. Two: she wasn't alone. Three: leaving her children behind in order to protect them was, apparently, just something she did.

Looking at the bright side, Zuko now had a three-year-old younger brother to look after. Looking at the dark side, Zuko now had a three-year-old kid he needed to parent while also keeping him a secret from his father because—may Agni help him—the Fire Lord would have to go through Zuko first if he dared to even look at Lu Ten II.

(AKA an AU in which Zuko is a good big brother and doesn't want another kid to grow up like he did.)

[catboybiologist]

By now, there's lots of people have heard about the internal CDC memos for all newly prepared manuscripts (like future scientific papers waiting to be published):

There's so much to comment on, and I'm seeing it all right now. What the state of science is. What this means for the queer community. All of that.

But fuck, I think I might genuinely start crying over this. As a transgender biologist, this feels like a brutally personal blow. I slowly accepted my gender alongside my biology education. The more misinformation that was spewed about "biological sex" by mainstream media, the more my professors, colleagues, and primary sources would casually drop information that proved they have no idea what they're talking about. I'm not an expert on sex determination, gender, or transgender biology specifically by any means. But my worldview has been crafted by my studies in genetics and molecular biology.

Engaging with this research helped me demystify transition. It helped me optimize my transition. It helped me explain how HRT and other steps of trans healthcare work to other people. And it helped me overcome my own internalized transphobia, and finally start transitioning, despite knowing I wanted to since my preteen years.

Who knows how enforceable internal guidelines like this will be. But its certainly going to scare a lot of researchers away from transgender healthcare and science in the coming years, and that breaks my heart.

There's a lot I can say here, but fuck. I just needed to vent for a moment. Fuck.

[robintimate]

I know fanon Tim is practically like, the opposite of canon Tim, and the coffee addiction is one of the notoriously opposite things considering canonically Tim doesn't even like coffee, but the fact that it was started because Tim would fall asleep in places?? like, there is such a golden opportunity here and ppl decided to project their coffee addiction on him instead???

Cause imagine Tim who falls asleep anywhere. Tim who works and works and decides that he'll go to sleep after this one last bit but accidentally falls asleep in front of the Batcomputer. Tim who is found by Bruce, who goes all soft, picks him up and takes him up to his bedroom.

Imagine Tim having movie nights with Jason with the worst horror film that Jason arranged just to see Tim get scared except he doesn't react to any of the jumpscares because he fell asleep 5 minutes in. Jason doesn't know if he should be offended or impressed about the whole thing.

Imagine Tim just dozing off while he's trapping Damian so that he can't stab him and Damian doesn't realise until

Dick: ...and I wish you would stop but you– Tim?

Tim: ....

Dick: Is he... is he actually asleep?

Damian who has been trapped in his hands the whole time and thought that Tim was also listening to the lecture is more furious than ever because how dare Tim leave him alone in this.

New plan to murder Tim in his sleep coming up soon. (Because how dare he let himself be so vulnerable around Damian!)

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

sick of this anti-aging obsession. let's go in the opposite direction. i want more characters who are hardened & grizzled & have a face lined with the harrowing tribulations of time--and then halfway through the narrative u find out they're 27

[whitesunlars]

it's me, i'm girls

[illustraice]

someone save alphonse elric and may chang from a very long suffering year

[theballadofmars]

I love how mqf's oficial description is something like: a good heart who wants to help others but then you read the novel and his reaction to lqg trapping ten infected men who are crying in panic is "great now I can start to work in my experiments with decomposed people to find a cure" and gets out a lot of needles, which makes the man cry even harder.

Even if we only get bits of the other Cang Qiong sect leader's we can reach the conclusion that no one there is normal, sqq is just biased.

[egophiliac]

can't believe that skeleman has turned on us, and Halloween Prom is tomorrow.

(what a top-tier UM...we are about to be just totally obliterated in the absolute silliest way. what possible use could this power have outside of bringing us to the brink of utter holiday disaster.)

[dimeadozencows]

I redrew rambs sprites is there a power strip emoji

🔌 does this count

The descriptions I gave each expression are what they're called in the files :]

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[morganbritton132]

Wayne loves when his nephew stays the summer with him.

Eddie is six, curious about everything, and brings so much light in this ol’ home of his.

Wayne loves the kid, but working in the summer is a pain.

He saves up his PTO to take as much time off as he can but it doesn’t last Eddie’s entire stay so he pays a girl in Forest Hills to sit with Eddie until he falls asleep and Tracy across the way keeps an ear out for him. It ain’t perfect, but they make it work.

So, it’s a curious case when he gets off a mid-shift at three in the morning and finds Eddie still awake.

The boy ain’t slept a wink, Wayne can tell. He’s sitting on the couch, kicking his feet as a caterpillar crawled over his hand.

“Hi, Uncle Wayne,” Eddie waved. “I made a friend today. Can I keep him?”

“Is that why you’re still awake, to ask me that question?” Wayne asks. Eddie nods so Wayne nods back and asks, “You got a good habitat for your friend?”

“Uh-huh,” Eddie grins, gesturing to the blankets that have been permanently draped in the corner of the room all summer, “In the tent.”

Wayne makes a show of contemplating his answer just to see the anticipation in Eddie’s eyes, “Well, I guess so. You can keep your little friend.”

“Really?” No take backs?”

“No take backs, but you gotta go to bed right now,” Wayne tells him. “Go brush your teeth for me so I know you did it.”

Eddie runs off and Wayne is about to do the same to get ready for bed. He yawns as walks towards his bedroom and then he trips over something sticking out of the tent.

Not something. A leg. A small leg. A small leg of a small child sleeping in the tent in - “Eddie, what’s-“

“Shhh,” Eddie shushes, coming back into the room with his caterpillar inching across his shoulder. “You’re going to wake him up.”

Wayne rubs at his eyes, wishing this whole thing would go away. He almost hates to ask, “Who-“

“He’s called Steve,” Eddie supplies helpfully, “But I’m gonna change his name to something else. He cries a lot and he likes ice cream.”

Wayne ignores everything else Eddie says because his tired mind finally connected the face to the name to the angry adult, “Hopper’s boy Steve?”

“Not anymore,” Eddie says climbing into the tent to lay down. He pulls the teddy bear out of Steve’s arms and then pats him on the head, “He’s called Frodo now, Uncle Wayne.”

Yeah, his nephew kidnapped a child. He’s gonna have to call somebody, “Good lord.”

[on-the-clear-blue]

Down in the streets of Gotham, in the side alley next to Express Urgent Care run by one Leslie Thompkins and that was funded by the Martha Wayne Foundation was a soup kitchen.

Well...a soup kitchen of sorts. Not in any way official but if you were hungry in Crime alley you knew that the food would be safe and warm...and it was a place where *you* could be safe and warm.

Danny had left a week after his parents found out that he was Phantom, a week after he had seen their grief, the regret and pain in their eyes. The week had been spent in suspense, he knew that they needed to talk about what had happened but neither of his parents were ever able to even start bringing it up before they were sobbing.

Danny knew his parents loved him, thst his father felt soul crushing guilt, that his mother spent hours staring at herself in the mirror, as if she didn't even know who was looking back at her.

And to spare them both, Danny left.

It wasn't hard to do, not when he could turn invisible and phase through walls, a final text to Sam and Tucker to say his good byes (he knew that they would break and tell his parents where he would be going) and a particularly hard hug to leave from Jazz, Danny flew off with only a back pack.

He had traveled across the US for a few months, occasionally snagging a post card from a super store to send off home, paying only when he had the excess funds (Sam's rants about mega rich corporate billionaires let him know just which stores wouldn't miss the few bucks the cards sold for)

He had met up with Dani a few times, when she was in the country, handing him Vlads credit card and telling him to keep it (though he never did) only ever using it to book a room for a few nights at a hotel to clean himself up and sleep in a real bed.

He settled in Gotham after a while, he had briefly stayed in Faucett but that place didn't have nearly enough ecto for him to live comfortably.

Gotham on the other hand? It had everything, cops that don't question why a teen is on the streets, natural ecto up the wazoo and well...a crime rate that would dissuade his parents ever looking for him there.

He had set up a more permanent shelter in an abandoned apartment building (after chasing out the low level drug dealers that were using it) and found that he kinda liked the vibes of the place under the blatant crimes being committed in broad day light.

Sure people could see you getting mugged and look the other way, but if you were still alive and there 5 minutes later, they would come back, hand you something to clean up your now bloody nose and point out the bodega that had the best sandwiches.

It was a sense of community that Danny didn't know he had missed for the many months he traveled.

His first "cook out" wasn't even supposed to be a cook out, his apartment building was mostly wood and he didn't trust himself to not burn it down, so he came outside, setting up a portable stove and setting up a pot filled with some, water to boil up a soup mix.

As he waited for it to come to temp, he saw the group of homeless rubbing their hands together, watching him with curiosity, though that quickly turned to hunger as the smell of the soup spilled out into the alley.

Instead of turning the others away Danny only shrugged, pulled out his spare paper bowls and handed them out, taking a few bites first to show that it was safe to eat.

What followed was a sort of tradition, Danny would come out a few times a day, take out his hot plate and pot and set up a soup, others started asking if they could pitch in, and well...Danny would have loved to keep providing it freely but his food was quickly dwindling.

So his soup got add in, some jerky that Crazy Tom had got tossed in, a few herbs (re:weeds) were added in by Miss O'Connor, and Danny didn't even know where Lady Dimond pulled out some spices from, but he wasn't about to question the her, he had learned never to question where the working girls hid their things.

And it sort of grew from there, who ever was around came by, some came out of their way to share a meal, but it became a meeting place of sorts "Come by the Kitchen at noon, Tom got his hands on some steak! And it ain't even smells bad!"

Sure gangs tried to pull up on the meeting place, tried to intimidate the people there or coerce them into doing something...well that was until the host, some punk teen with hair darker than black and blue eyes that were so light they were white came up, and dished out a heavy handed fist into their jaws and sent them packing.

And so the Kitchen became a safe space, if you were hungry, if you were in danger, come by the little alley way, right next to the Express Urgent Care, the Host will take care of you there, if your willing to share, to stay peaceful with the rest of the gathered people, then you were welcome to grab a bite and relax, because the Kitchen was always safe.

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It would be a few years since the Kitchen started, since people had brought chairs and tables, since an old grill of questionable origin was left out side it, since tarps with only a few holes were hung up to keep the place dry when it rained, since rugs covered the ground and the the alley it was in was swept clean of any needles or cigarette butts.

But for one boy it had only been a few short days since his Mama died, since he had found her cold and dead in the bathroom, a belt tied around her arm and a needle still in her hand.

Jason was miserable, he had stayed with her for the a single day before he knew he would have to leave, the body of his mother would start to decompose soon, so he did what he had too, calling the police with his mother's phone that didn't have a lot of minutes left on it, telling them the address before hanging up and leaving it there so he couldn't be tracked.

He couldn't be there when the cops showed up, foster care would do shit for him, and at least his Mama would be buried, and not left to rot in their bath tub.

So a young Jason Todd, scared, alone and hungry came to the Kitchen, as his mother had told him to many times before, had told him to seek out it's Host if anything ever happened to her...and well...at the very least he would get something to eat...

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny: Hi, am I speaking to Petter Todd?

Jason: Yes. What is this regarding?

Danny: I saw your posting online for the house for rent, and I was wondering if it was still available?

Jason: Yes, it is. Can you tell me a little about yourself?

Danny: Sure. I'm a second year college student. I make about - I'm sorry, was that a gunshot?

Jason: No ,*bang bang* I live near a fireworks testing center.

Danny: .....okay anyway, I-

Goon: Boss we're surrounded!

Jason: I'm going to have to call you back Danny. Is this a good number?

Danny: Um yeah.

Enemy goon shouting: I'll kill you Red Hood!

Jason: *hangs up*

Danny staring at his phone in horror: I never told him my name.

Jazz: I told you the listing was too good to be true. Now we have Red Hood on our asses.

Danny crying: I'm sorry I have shit credit, Jazz. Not all of us knew to get a low limit secured credit card at 16!

[demaparbat-hp]

Here I am, pushing the Jian Li (Akai Kotou! Zuko) = Jinshi (The Apothecary Diaries) agenda.