#or maybe yes...

[ineveryfandom]

bruce and dick, father and son? classic. batman and robin, partners in justice? exciting. bruce and dick, brothers with a huge age gap? more likely than you think.

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Jason: *loses in a game against bruce*

Bruce, patting his back: it’s alright son, let’s play again

Dick: *loses in a game against bruce*

Bruce: that’s for calling me old

Dick, screaming at Bruce: HOW COULD YOU?!

Duke, new to the fam, very concerned: what’s happening?

Tim: you don’t wanna know

Duke, nervous: …is it something really bad?

Tim, gravely: yes

Dick, shaking Bruce: HOW COULD YOU?! HOW COULD YOU DRINK MY SMOOTHIE?!

Duke:

Alfred: *pointedly looking at the broken window*

Bruce: dick did it

Dick, in space, on call with Alfred: i wasn’t even anywhere NEAR there

Cass: fuck!

Bruce: language

Steph: let my girl say fuck

Bruce: language.

TV playing in the background: ..nd SCORE! unfortunately, the Gotham Guardsmen have lost to Metropolis Metros once m—

Dick, from the couch: motherfUCKER

Bruce, angrily: metropolis BASTARDS

Cass:

Cass: not fair >:[

In a restaurant

Barbara: dick can you pass me the salt

Dick, with headphones on, not hearing her:

Barbara: dick? dick. dick!

Bruce: ill get it

Bruce: *reaches for the salt near dick’s plate*

Dick: *suddenly has his arms around his food, his fork clattering to the ground, their drinks spilling everywhere*

Bruce:

Dick:

Barbara:

Dick: ...in my defense these are some real good nachos

Dick: *waltzes inside bruce’s room, not saying anything*

Bruce: ...?

Dick: *looks at the pictures on the walls*

Bruce: can i help you??

Dick: *checks himself out in the mirror*

Bruce: please do that in your own room

Dick: *turns on the lights and rummages in the drawers*

Bruce: i already ate all the snacks there

Dick: *leaves* *doesn’t close the door*

Bruce:

Damian, also in the room:

Damian, in realization: jason got it from him

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(ID in ALT text)

Zuko is just playing hard to get

[bl00dalchemist]

something something parallels

[eydilily]

(look at what i have to offer) — this is the spider's nest.

[bibbysstuff]

[inertiawa]

I know everyone decided on his car, but i cant draw cars, so i went with a black hole.

click for better quality

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Into the Wilderness: Part 38

Another week has passed since I lost my “son.” Day by day, I heal. The heart tug dissipates. The yearning evaporates while I focus on the family I have rather than the one I don’t. What has surprised me, however, is the effect on our furry family members. Our pets miss him.

We have five pets- two female munchkin cats and three male dogs of varying sizes. The “pups” (as we call them; they range in age from 1-4 years) are a particular bunch with frenzied barking and head-to-toe sniffs. The cats assess from a distance, analytically analyzing whatever cats analyze when meeting someone new.

One of our dogs, a shih tzu-pug mix, and one of our cats, a tortoise shell Scottish fold, ragamuffin munchkin immediately attached. These are not easily befriended pets. The shih tzu loves to bark and flip his front and back feet like a bull while the chubby torty cat grumps and flicks her tail. With our new family member, they melted. Our cat became so attached that she’d sleep with him at night. We installed a fairy-size door in a side door so she could crawl in bed with him at night. The shih tzu visited him every morning and evening. He trotted on his heels whenever he came upstairs for dinner. We were a happy bunch.

Animals are known for sensing a person’s character. From every indicator, our new family member had passed the pet screening: are you good enough to be with our family? This is why I don’t think our house guest was an inherently bad, scheming person. When he began living with us, he was not the person he became.

Which tells me “something happened.” Oprah has written a book with Dr. Bruce Perry called “What Happened To You?” The premise is that we are not inherently flawed humans. We enter the world as whole beings. But our circumstances- social, familial, financial, racial, etc.- can lead to events that chip away at our self-esteem and wholeness until we think we are flawed rather than the world we live in. We say to ourselves, “something is wrong with me,” rather than “something happened to me that reshaped the way I see myself and has set forth the way I feel, think, behave and make decisions.” It’s “I’m the problem” not “I responded to an event and decided I’m the problem.” Do you see the difference?

Kabir (name changed to protect identity) came from a wealthy Southeast Asian family. He was born in India, but spent most of his early years in Kent, U.K. His family then moved to Dubai where he attended school until graduating. He was awarded a scholarship to a Division 1 athletics university in the US. This is an enormous honor. It requires not only some measure of natural talent but also an incredible commitment and drive for excellence. Training and competition vie for more time than academics but the catch is that these athletes must maintain at least 3.0 GPAs. Kabir had a 4.0.

He told me he had a “tiger” mom. She demanded straight As, sports participation and music lessons. Kabir could sing opera and play the piano and drums. She also was aloof, dismissive and sometimes abusive. Anything but perfect performance led to “beatings.” After Kabir came to the US as an elite athlete, he began to understand that beatings were not a typical form of child discipline.

Division 1 athletics is incredibly tough. After two years, and relentless stress that threatened his carefully crafted personage, Kabir chose to focus on academics. He wanted to remain in track, however, so he transferred to a Division 3 school with high academic demands. He maintained his 4.0 GPA and continued to compete. This is when my daughters met him and became close friends.

I remember the day I met him. My husband and I had driven to campus to drop off a few things for one of my daughters. Kabir was with them and when he was introduced, I said to him, “You have a posh Kent accent. Are you from the U.K.?” He was indeed. His father is a U.K. citizen. Kabir lived there until he was 6 or 7 years old.

I share these facts to note that nothing was/is inherently wrong with Kabir. As I got to know him, I saw the wounds he operated over and how his cultural perspectives sometimes challenged his ability to accept that “something happened” to him was what had shaped his self-esteem and not who he was.

A child whose mother physically harms is a child who grows up feeling insecure, on tenterhooks, overly responsible. If the nurture is broken, then a child cannot turn to a mother for comfort. This leads to anxiety, feelings of worthlessness and attachment issues. If a person does not seek intensive therapy to heal the trauma, these abuse byproducts become intertwined with identity. Only extreme self-awareness and therapy can unwind the abuse impact from the person’s behavior, feelings and being. It’s not easy for young people to see, for example, that the tendency to turn away from people they love is because of the abuse and not inherently who they are.

I’d like to think our pets saw the core person- and that is why they loved him. Our pets’ love only amplified our own and made him even more part of the family. It was a circle of trust-building. When Kabir left, our shih tzu slept on his left-behind clothes for days. Our cat would pace and yowl as if calling, “where are you?” I rushed to wash items and get them out of the house so that his odor would dissipate and the animals would know he was no longer here and would not return.

Our animals have gotten to a more centered place. They are no longer waiting by his door or sleeping in his room. I too am thinking about him rarely- though he came first to mind when I started to write. We will all move on.

I know that brokenness isn’t identity. I also can see that broken people can be horribly cruel, so cruel that the brokenness can manifest as a personality disorder or behavioral complex. I imagine brokenness is like a root system that grows around and in the body, pushing ever deeper inside our body’s moist soil to create embed more deeply in our souls. No axe or pruning shear can whack away the damage. Like a knotted vine, the damage has melded and will be there. To heal, we have to see the knots, feel the knots, and say- “ah, there’s my pain made real inside me. Something happened. This is my sign.”

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[risingsunresistance]

you guys can see this too bc even tho i was wrong i think it's funny

[jabberwockey]

arcane giving us two gay divorces in 3 episodes...one word i have to describe this season is homophobic

[ellorgast]

The thing that I think really sets Murderbot apart from a lot of other robot media (particularly mainstream entries like the I, Robot movie) is that bots and constructs aren't a uniquely oppressed class, and humans aren't a uniquely privileged one. A lot of robot media rings a bit hollow because it portrays humans as all living a lavish, comfortable lifestyle, free from the burden of physical labor or control by their corporate overlords, and it's like. I think if the rise of generative AI has proven anything, it's that corporations and billionaires have absolutely no interest in making life easier for anybody, but will gleefully use new technology to make life infinitely worse if it means an extra buck in their pocket.

We are shown over and over again throughout the Murderbot Diaries that humans are mistreated just as badly as (or sometimes, in MB's own opinion, even worse than) bots and constructs. We see humans stripped of their rights, reduced to corporate assets to be bought and sold, sent into suicidal situations, abandoned and discarded as things. We see humans trapped in multigenerational labor contracts -- people born into an indentured servitude that requires them to pay back their food and lodging to the same company that will not let them leave.

None of these are hypothetical scenarios. These are all things that happen to real people in our world today.

And that is a huge part of why it resonates so much. The overarching theme of "capitalism is hell" actually means something because it isn't only applied to the fictional dynamic of bots vs humans. The theme is constantly reiterated through the humans themselves.

And that's also why it's so important that MB demonstrates empathy for and solidarity with humans who are themselves victims of the system. Because ultimately, that's one of the main things the series is about. It's about what it's like to be simultaneously a product, and victim, of a corporate hellscape.

That theme simply can't work if the humans aren't also forced to navigate that issue. If the story can't acknowledge that right now, in our own world, there are humans facing these same problems, and that these human rights matter quite a bit.

[marsbotz]

i got sick a little while ago and this was all i could think about

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More about the boy

Into the Wilderness: Part 38

Another week has passed since I lost my “son.” Day by day, I heal. The heart tug dissipates. The yearning evaporates while I focus on the family I have rather than the one I don’t. What has surprised me, however, is the effect on our furry family members. Our pets miss him.

We have five pets- two female munchkin cats and three male dogs of varying sizes. The “pups” (as we call them; they range in age from 1-4 years) are a particular bunch with frenzied barking and head-to-toe sniffs. The cats assess from a distance, analytically analyzing whatever cats analyze when meeting someone new.

One of our dogs, a shih tzu-pug mix, and one of our cats, a tortoise shell Scottish fold, ragamuffin munchkin immediately attached. These are not easily befriended pets. The shih tzu loves to bark and flip his front and back feet like a bull while the chubby torty cat grumps and flicks her tail. With our new family member, they melted. Our cat became so attached that she’d sleep with him at night. We installed a fairy-size door in a side door so she could crawl in bed with him at night. The shih tzu visited him every morning and evening. He trotted on his heels whenever he came upstairs for dinner. We were a happy bunch.

Animals are known for sensing a person’s character. From every indicator, our new family member had passed the pet screening: are you good enough to be with our family? This is why I don’t think our house guest was an inherently bad, scheming person. When he began living with us, he was not the person he became.

Which tells me “something happened.” Oprah has written a book with Dr. Bruce Perry called “What Happened To You?” The premise is that we are not inherently flawed humans. We enter the world as whole beings. But our circumstances- social, familial, financial, racial, etc.- can lead to events that chip away at our self-esteem and wholeness until we think we are flawed rather than the world we live in. We say to ourselves, “something is wrong with me,” rather than “something happened to me that reshaped the way I see myself and has set forth the way I feel, think, behave and make decisions.” It’s “I’m the problem” not “I responded to an event and decided I’m the problem.” Do you see the difference?

Kabir (name changed to protect identity) came from a wealthy Southeast Asian family. He was born in India, but spent most of his early years in Kent, U.K. His family then moved to Dubai where he attended school until graduating. He was awarded a scholarship to a Division 1 athletics university in the US. This is an enormous honor. It requires not only some measure of natural talent but also an incredible commitment and drive for excellence. Training and competition vie for more time than academics but the catch is that these athletes must maintain at least 3.0 GPAs. Kabir had a 4.0.

He told me he had a “tiger” mom. She demanded straight As, sports participation and music lessons. Kabir could sing opera and play the piano and drums. She also was aloof, dismissive and sometimes abusive. Anything but perfect performance led to “beatings.” After Kabir came to the US as an elite athlete, he began to understand that beatings were not a typical form of child discipline.

Division 1 athletics is incredibly tough. After two years, and relentless stress that threatened his carefully crafted personage, Kabir chose to focus on academics. He wanted to remain in track, however, so he transferred to a Division 3 school with high academic demands. He maintained his 4.0 GPA and continued to compete. This is when my daughters met him and became close friends.

I remember the day I met him. My husband and I had driven to campus to drop off a few things for one of my daughters. Kabir was with them and when he was introduced, I said to him, “You have a posh Kent accent. Are you from the U.K.?” He was indeed. His father is a U.K. citizen. Kabir lived there until he was 6 or 7 years old.

I share these facts to note that nothing was/is inherently wrong with Kabir. As I got to know him, I saw the wounds he operated over and how his cultural perspectives sometimes challenged his ability to accept that “something happened” to him was what had shaped his self-esteem and not who he was.

A child whose mother physically harms is a child who grows up feeling insecure, on tenterhooks, overly responsible. If the nurture is broken, then a child cannot turn to a mother for comfort. This leads to anxiety, feelings of worthlessness and attachment issues. If a person does not seek intensive therapy to heal the trauma, these abuse byproducts become intertwined with identity. Only extreme self-awareness and therapy can unwind the abuse impact from the person’s behavior, feelings and being. It’s not easy for young people to see, for example, that the tendency to turn away from people they love is because of the abuse and not inherently who they are.

I’d like to think our pets saw the core person- and that is why they loved him. Our pets’ love only amplified our own and made him even more part of the family. It was a circle of trust-building. When Kabir left, our shih tzu slept on his left-behind clothes for days. Our cat would pace and yowl as if calling, “where are you?” I rushed to wash items and get them out of the house so that his odor would dissipate and the animals would know he was no longer here and would not return.

Our animals have gotten to a more centered place. They are no longer waiting by his door or sleeping in his room. I too am thinking about him rarely- though he came first to mind when I started to write. We will all move on.

I know that brokenness isn’t identity. I also can see that broken people can be horribly cruel, so cruel that the brokenness can manifest as a personality disorder or behavioral complex. I imagine brokenness is like a root system that grows around and in the body, pushing ever deeper inside our body’s moist soil to create embed more deeply in our souls. No axe or pruning shear can whack away the damage. Like a knotted vine, the damage has melded and will be there. To heal, we have to see the knots, feel the knots, and say- “ah, there’s my pain made real inside me. Something happened. This is my sign.”

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[the-dragon-girl-27]

It is the middle of a Sunday afternoon. You have nothing on, and aren't expecting visitors, deliveries or post.

Unexpectedly, there is a knock at the door.

you are greeted by...... her

[mzcain27]

I think game studios should just release their character creators online. For the times when I don’t wanna play the whole game, just the lil dress up part

[goosey-hnz]

Maybe i sacrificed my sleep for this drawing of him

[madootles]

chill out season 2 jon... it's all in your head...

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More about the boy

Into the Wilderness: Part 38

Another week has passed since I lost my “son.” Day by day, I heal. The heart tug dissipates. The yearning evaporates while I focus on the family I have rather than the one I don’t. What has surprised me, however, is the effect on our furry family members. Our pets miss him.

We have five pets- two female munchkin cats and three male dogs of varying sizes. The “pups” (as we call them; they range in age from 1-4 years) are a particular bunch with frenzied barking and head-to-toe sniffs. The cats assess from a distance, analytically analyzing whatever cats analyze when meeting someone new.

One of our dogs, a shih tzu-pug mix, and one of our cats, a tortoise shell Scottish fold, ragamuffin munchkin immediately attached. These are not easily befriended pets. The shih tzu loves to bark and flip his front and back feet like a bull while the chubby torty cat grumps and flicks her tail. With our new family member, they melted. Our cat became so attached that she’d sleep with him at night. We installed a fairy-size door in a side door so she could crawl in bed with him at night. The shih tzu visited him every morning and evening. He trotted on his heels whenever he came upstairs for dinner. We were a happy bunch.

Animals are known for sensing a person’s character. From every indicator, our new family member had passed the pet screening: are you good enough to be with our family? This is why I don’t think our house guest was an inherently bad, scheming person. When he began living with us, he was not the person he became.

Which tells me “something happened.” Oprah has written a book with Dr. Bruce Perry called “What Happened To You?” The premise is that we are not inherently flawed humans. We enter the world as whole beings. But our circumstances- social, familial, financial, racial, etc.- can lead to events that chip away at our self-esteem and wholeness until we think we are flawed rather than the world we live in. We say to ourselves, “something is wrong with me,” rather than “something happened to me that reshaped the way I see myself and has set forth the way I feel, think, behave and make decisions.” It’s “I’m the problem” not “I responded to an event and decided I’m the problem.” Do you see the difference?

Kabir (name changed to protect identity) came from a wealthy Southeast Asian family. He was born in India, but spent most of his early years in Kent, U.K. His family then moved to Dubai where he attended school until graduating. He was awarded a scholarship to a Division 1 athletics university in the US. This is an enormous honor. It requires not only some measure of natural talent but also an incredible commitment and drive for excellence. Training and competition vie for more time than academics but the catch is that these athletes must maintain at least 3.0 GPAs. Kabir had a 4.0.

He told me he had a “tiger” mom. She demanded straight As, sports participation and music lessons. Kabir could sing opera and play the piano and drums. She also was aloof, dismissive and sometimes abusive. Anything but perfect performance led to “beatings.” After Kabir came to the US as an elite athlete, he began to understand that beatings were not a typical form of child discipline.

Division 1 athletics is incredibly tough. After two years, and relentless stress that threatened his carefully crafted personage, Kabir chose to focus on academics. He wanted to remain in track, however, so he transferred to a Division 3 school with high academic demands. He maintained his 4.0 GPA and continued to compete. This is when my daughters met him and became close friends.

I remember the day I met him. My husband and I had driven to campus to drop off a few things for one of my daughters. Kabir was with them and when he was introduced, I said to him, “You have a posh Kent accent. Are you from the U.K.?” He was indeed. His father is a U.K. citizen. Kabir lived there until he was 6 or 7 years old.

I share these facts to note that nothing was/is inherently wrong with Kabir. As I got to know him, I saw the wounds he operated over and how his cultural perspectives sometimes challenged his ability to accept that “something happened” to him was what had shaped his self-esteem and not who he was.

A child whose mother physically harms is a child who grows up feeling insecure, on tenterhooks, overly responsible. If the nurture is broken, then a child cannot turn to a mother for comfort. This leads to anxiety, feelings of worthlessness and attachment issues. If a person does not seek intensive therapy to heal the trauma, these abuse byproducts become intertwined with identity. Only extreme self-awareness and therapy can unwind the abuse impact from the person’s behavior, feelings and being. It’s not easy for young people to see, for example, that the tendency to turn away from people they love is because of the abuse and not inherently who they are.

I’d like to think our pets saw the core person- and that is why they loved him. Our pets’ love only amplified our own and made him even more part of the family. It was a circle of trust-building. When Kabir left, our shih tzu slept on his left-behind clothes for days. Our cat would pace and yowl as if calling, “where are you?” I rushed to wash items and get them out of the house so that his odor would dissipate and the animals would know he was no longer here and would not return.

Our animals have gotten to a more centered place. They are no longer waiting by his door or sleeping in his room. I too am thinking about him rarely- though he came first to mind when I started to write. We will all move on.

I know that brokenness isn’t identity. I also can see that broken people can be horribly cruel, so cruel that the brokenness can manifest as a personality disorder or behavioral complex. I imagine brokenness is like a root system that grows around and in the body, pushing ever deeper inside our body’s moist soil to create embed more deeply in our souls. No axe or pruning shear can whack away the damage. Like a knotted vine, the damage has melded and will be there. To heal, we have to see the knots, feel the knots, and say- “ah, there’s my pain made real inside me. Something happened. This is my sign.”

Please like and share this blog with others. Subscribe to receive it by email and go directly to the Walk the Moon website to peruse the full collection of articles and updates. You can email me from the Walk the Moon website as well.

Source: More about the boy

[kiras-law]

light "if someone tries to read my diary i will set my drawer on fire" yagami

[akanemnon]

Not only are you gonna fight a bunch of flowers, Susie. You're gonna fight a wedding bouquet!

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