earlier in the week, a fresh, brand new baby med student who had been portraying trauma patients for the past few days very excitedly asked about the treatment for an abdominal sucking chest wound….
YES. AThe 'my simon' thing people are making WK do is killing me.... it's like. Ripping me to shreds. Theres something about it..... like how simon says fellow simon etc etc. But then. .......His Simon .... I'm ill
-@strawberryyosuke
OMG ABOUT THIS. i actually put together a little compilation last night of whenever theyd refer to eachother as something like that. look!!!
Since atla is again having an extra surge of popularity, I'm shooting my shot:
[ID: (Rest of image description in alt). At the bottom of the image sits the text: "Zuko: Okay. Well, I can't remember how it starts, but the punchline is "leaf me alone, I'm bushed."" ID end].
Did we ever find out what the setup for this joke was? I feel kinda haunted by it. If not- anyone wanna make their best or worst guesses?
edit: I now know what "I'm bushed" mean, but go ahead anyway 👍
Andrew Hussie's notes on Mindfang's journal. Specifically referring to the relationship between her and Dualscar; the strange amount of faith and secrets¹ they trusted each other to guard their "mutually cherished rivalry"², the pride and enjoyment that they seem to get out of their relationship³, the fact that they consistently refer to each other as "lovers"⁴, and the fact that their relationship ending causes Mindfang to claim that "her heart has been broken, and that she no longer smiles upon him"⁵.
I always love having american exchange students in my classes bc theyre always so serious about referring to staff as "professor" it's so cute 😭 ill be like "hii angela when are you uploading our grades bff" and they'll pitch in "yes Professor Doctor Angela B. Education, PhD, i was wondering the same thing"
when tim gets super tired, or sleep deprived like he always is, id like to think his mouth filter just gets torn off completely and he says some ooc things he would absolutely regret saying and would rather jump off a cliff than to remember.
like what if he likes using terms of endearments on his friends or siblings? what if he calls bart his 'sunshine'? or cassie 'sweetheart'?? or kon 'darling'???? and he never remembers anything in his sleep deprived state so he becomes confused when he wakes up and find his friends or family blushing, red to the ears.
WHAT IF TIM DEEP, DEEEEP DOWN IS A SAP—
he called bruce his 'papa bear' and bruce just blue screened in the kitchen.
he called jason 'bubba' and he walked right into a street light during patrol.
he called dick 'frate mai mare' and dick tripped on a rock and almost tried to bring tim into a bone-crushing hug.
he called damian 'habibi' with no fear, and damian stormed out with his face flushed.
with duke, he calls him 'Bärchen' as he holds his hand, cause duke is his favorite brother meanwhile duke is turning red very quickly.
with cass, he calls her 'jiě jiě' and cass just hugs him close to her with slightest hint of red on her ears.
with stephanie, he calls her "Maus" and steph calls him "Hase", she's used to his nicknames and even tried to one up him. (but she thinks its really cute)
tim calls alfred 'Opa' and surprisingly, doesn't feel shy about it, alfred though? he's over there trying to fight off the blush.
tim being a secret soft sap is my favorite headcanon and you can pry it out of my cold, dead, hands.
thinking about Jean having clinical depression and jean being a speed addict and jean being weirdly ripped and jean being openly disgusted with Harry's decline into uselessness and making silly little connections in my mind
To the ordinary, everyday genius scientist-for-hire with a heart too big for her own good, we raise our sake cups.
You gave us food. You tried to protect us. You gave your life to ensure we'd all live on. Just lending a hand.
You knew it would end like this. We all knew it would end like this, and yet you still did it. And you did it to protect the friends you had made and the family you had left. And you did it all on your own terms, smiling all the way to the afterlife, knowing your will would be inherited by those you saved.
Clone or Machine or Satellite or Daughter. It matters not what you were. Because you went out like a true member of those who carry the will of D.
Thanks for everything, Atlas. For a satellite representing rage and violence, you had the biggest heart of any of them.