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I am always reading even if I am not always posting.
Well yes but your concern seemed less like the average care of an adult and more paternalistic. Perhaps even, in some way, came off as feeling vaguely responsible.
I also refuse to believe you have talked to a professional anything. Well. Maybe a yoga coach or something. Model. Whatever.
Why would I want to see your posts, Bruce.
You barely post any personal or embarrassing information.
The only thing I have learned lately is you feel somehow responsible for that young Robin that has been making incredibly stupid decisions.
Bruce Wayne, ever the father.
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Why would I want to see your posts, Bruce.
You barely post any personal or embarrassing information.
The only thing I have learned lately is you feel somehow responsible for that young Robin that has been making incredibly stupid decisions.
Bruce Wayne, ever the father.
It seems like many have abandoned this place.
Makes sense.
Talking about crimes and fighting crimes publicly isn't very wise.
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Bruce Wayne, of all the people on any Earth you are the one I need a blog to keep tabs on the least.
Literally everything about you is on some C-list paparazzi website or conspiracy rag basically every day.
I could only know more about you by living in the walls of your house.
Which I never have. Of course.
It seems like many have abandoned this place.
Makes sense.
Talking about crimes and fighting crimes publicly isn't very wise.
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It seems like many have abandoned this place.
Makes sense.
Talking about crimes and fighting crimes publicly isn't very wise.
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Do you realize what big stars real estate agents have become?
The act of ownership is all it takes to become famous.
Landlords lord more than lands.
Economy in shambles.
Avocado toasts and economic disparity. Record low wages. Record high profits. The pyramid is made of solid gold and built upon piles of bones.
Men who dwell in distant towers many hundreds of miles away from a home they own. Controlled by a subcontractor of a subcontractor and rented to no one. No pets. Could damage the cheap wood floor.
Speculations of grim cyberpunk future dystopias often depict Tokyo-style dense urban centers.
The American Cyberpunk reality is 800 lane highways. Superdense parking structures that service an apartment complex consisting only of 6,000$ a month studios.
The American Cyberpunk is global parking lot. Asphalt and concrete stretching as far as the eye can see in every direction.
There is no neon.
There is no sleek EDM music.
There are no cybernetic enhancements.
There are Tesla Cybertrucks.
There are self-driving cars incapable of telling the difference between an empty street and a human child.
There are fast food communities.
There are infinite rooms of marketable beige.
#At least Gotham has somewhat reasonable public transit#When it isn't hijacked by some asshat or another
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(( Sorry for the lack of activity on various accounts. Naturally right after the holidays I got sick and other than that have been just kinda blah.
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Do you love to go a wanderin' beneath a clear blue sky?
A sunny, cloudless day is both culturally considered the optimal day for outdoor activity, and is mechanically the best time for government satellites to monitor your position.
But not only them.
How many metahumans have an increased sensory range?
Enhanced sight? Enhanced sound?
Who is watching you right now?
Do you sleep with your curtains open?
Did you know that it is remarkably easy to see into a home at night if the interior is lit? Did you know it is incredibly hard to see someone outside of your window when your light is on?
Have you ever heard a sound in your home when you are alone?
Do you think houses actually settle?
Have you ever heard someone say your name when you were alone, or in a crowded area where no one knows you?
Is there anywhere you aren't being watched?
If you disappeared right now, who would be the first person to notice your absence?
If you were replaced by someone who looked like you, acted like you, went through the motions of your life, do you think anyone would notice?
Are you secure in the inherent uniqueness of your self?
If you can mimic someone's mannerisms through minimal interactions, how much time do you think it would take someone studying you to take over your life completely?
Am I me? Have you always been you?
How deep into a character can you get before you forget you were ever playing one?
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Send 🎧for a song I associate with my muse.
The Return of Sauthington Wiloughby by Primus
#ooc#This was a song associations ask from six million years ago#Anyway this song is a 5 minute parody of a certain type of American Politician#That sounds incredibly ominous despite ostensibly not saying anything of substance#And ends on an INCREDIBLY heavy handed note
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I think most people in our line of work, whether good or evil, do not have perhaps optimal home lives.
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(( Id reblog that one mask meme but there has been too much Homestuck in all our lives))
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The Pulp Fiction Art Of Glen Orbik
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Vintage Hardcover - What Maisie Knew by Henry James
Art by Edward Gorey
Anchor (1954)
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I feel like I am probably a raccoon or perhaps a possum.
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Send in 🎁 + an item to give my muse a Christmas present!
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