#late late late!

[maribatz-2k]

Day 14: Teacher

Not on Ao3 and couldn't figure out puns for Day 13. Lol

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"Okay, how did this happen?"

"I have no idea."

"Mari?!" Many voices yell.

"Don't ask me. I don't know anything." She says.

"So Bruce Wayne is just teaching our class for a week and you know why?!" Someone asks. She shrugs and faces the front. Everyone stare back and forth between the two and groans.

"Alright class, we will be learning about Finances." The lot groans more. Mid class Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian walk in and join everyone sitting next to Marinette and begins to make lots of noise. Well, not Damian, he just holds her hand with a shake of his head. The class chuckle as Dick and Jason act childish when Bruce would say some business comments. But then watch Bruce just ignore the behavior and continue on. 

"You're going to win this bet Mari. Dad looks like he might be able to handle it." Damian whispers.

"I think so too. But your brothers are on a roll." Mari chuckles watching the show.

@maribatserver

[amygdalae]

he can infodump so deep inside me I'll have trivia running down my leg

[lilithism1848]

[chiisana-lion]

[memingursa]

Lol

[milkymolle]

i think kabru should be allowed to infodump on laios. equality

[nighthawkes]

I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.

[frownyalfred]

Tips for writing those gala scenes, from someone who goes to them occasionally:

Generally you unbutton and re-button a suit coat when you sit down and stand up.

You’re supposed to hold wine or champagne glasses by the stem to avoid warming up the liquid inside. A character out of their depth might hold the glass around the sides instead.

When rich/important people forget your name and they’re drunk, they usually just tell you that they don’t remember or completely skip over any opportunity to use your name so they don’t look silly.

A good way to indicate you don’t want to shake someone’s hand at an event is to hold a drink in your right hand (and if you’re a woman, a purse in the other so you definitely can’t shift the glass to another hand and then shake)

Americans who still kiss cheeks as a welcome generally don’t press lips to cheeks, it’s more of a touch of cheek to cheek or even a hover (these days, mostly to avoid smudging a woman’s makeup)

The distinctions between dress codes (black tie, cocktail, etc) are very intricate but obvious to those who know how to look. If you wear a short skirt to a black tie event for example, people would clock that instantly even if the dress itself was very formal. Same thing goes for certain articles of men’s clothing.

Open bars / cash bars at events usually carry limited options. They’re meant to serve lots of people very quickly, so nobody is getting a cosmo or a Manhattan etc.

Members of the press generally aren’t allowed to freely circulate at nicer galas/events without a very good reason. When they do, they need to identify themselves before talking with someone.

[taffywabbit]

they should invent a new type of "staying in bed for 2-3 hours after you wake up repeatedly opening and closing apps on your phone" where it makes you feel awesome and energized and emotionally fulfilled

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[sunbloomdew]

do you ever see a person and you are overcome with incredible fondness? and you just think "oh." but not in a romantic or sexual way you are just filled with warmth and it makes you happy, it just does. and you think "i'm so happy you exist. i'm happy you are somewhere out there in the world, doing your thing". it's love but also not entirely

like people are lovely and i feel it in my entire chest like a burning candle that smells like roses and a sunny day

[maribatz-2k]

Day 11: Team Work

Visiting Dick at Titan Tower is a big surprise for him. But I wasn't expecting to be sitting in the living room with his teammates playing video games. Dick was away on a mission when I arrived so my surprise has just became even better. Beating Beast Boy at one of his favorite games, then I took a swing with Cyborg at his racing game. With each win I jump up excited and smiles big. It's been back and forth between the two as Raven had entered to "meditate." Starfire had gone with Dick as far as I know.

Satisfied with my tenth win between the boys I set the controller down on the table and clap.

"Alright! I need help." I say.

"What do you need help with." Beast Boy says interested. Cyborg adjusts himself to listen to my plea. We exchange words and a plan is filled in place.

Back in position on the floor in the living room with the boys, Raven sitting next to Beast Boy on the sofa. The elevator dings signalling everyone that Robin and Starfire have returned from their mission. With a shrug we continued to play even when the two return holding hands.

"Hey guys, what are we playing?" Dick asks hopping over the back of the couch and Star leans over it.

"Beating Mari at Racing." Cyborg declares just before I slam my car into his to the side and speed forward, leaving behind in my dust. His smile falls with a painful groan and throws his hands in the air, losing his controller behind him. A loud noise follows the thud of the device that grabs everyone's attention. I release a shiver of discomfort but tries to keep my car from crashing into the half wall. Letting out a curse as I did wreck and puts the device down when the power shuts off.

"What was that?" I asked looking around barely able to see everyone.

"The power just shut off. I'll check it out." Cyborg says getting up and leaves out the double doors he had to force open and disappear. Star moves close to Dick scared a little about what is happening. Suddenly a loud yell could be heard around the tower and sending all of us into a huddle.

"Is Cy alright? He has to be. It's just the power." Beast Boy said stuttering. Raven looks around confused before stepping back and walks toward the door. Beast Boy follows after her not wanting to leave her alone. I watch as they disappear around the door and then jump from the sudden thunder that roared around the Tower. I move to the window and stare out wondering where the weather came from and see the water rushing against the island. Interesting.

Starfire let's out a squeak as the thunder roars again. I turn with a smile on my face seeing her grip Robin's arm. I stare at them not wanting to feel like I am interrupting them again. That is a story another time, if you must know.

Okay so, Dick is trying to calm Starfire down before moving toward me by the TV. He's trying to not show any signs of fear that he is emanating from inside. He may not show his emotions physically but I could always feel it from him. Thanks Batman.

"Should we go check on everyone? They went quiet?" Dick looked at me confused then cleared his throat.

"Ye-" He stops fixing his squeak of a voice. "Nah, they should be fine." He says clearer and lower in tone. I have never seen him this scared before. Suddenly something touches my foot letting out a sudden squeak and jump on the sofa.

"The hell!" A pink wiggle worm with a big mouth was sitting where I stood smiling up at me. "What is that?" I point at it not sure I had ever seen it before and Starfire giggles picking up the icky worm thing like a baby, literally the size of the baby.

"His name is Silkie. He's my pet." Starfire says smiling so big almost all of her teeth can be seen.

"You have a pet Larva?" I stare dumbfounded by the sight. A shudder goes down my spine. Star gives a nod then kisses the insect. Eeeewww. I look at Dick sickly as he just watches like his heart isn't racing from the fear but with desire for the space teen. Wow, just wow and ew.

The tower suddenly shook underneath us causing Star to jump and float as Dick and I fall against the table. We set each other up and try to stay stable.

"Okay something is going on. We need to find everyone." My voice shaky and instructive. Dick scowls before giving me a small nod. I move to take the lead, only for him to get in front and walk us to the hallway. Pitch black, no movement, no light from the outside. Lightening strikes around us giving us the brief light showing a shadowy figure floating around the walls.

"The heck was that?!" I shout, covering my mouth. Dick pulls out something from this utility belt, a flash light, and shine it down the hallway. The crazy shadow had disappeared but the others were still no where. Dick walks forward with Star and I still behind him. We look around opening every room finding nothing. Between every tower shaking rumble of the thunder follows the limited lighting from the lightning and the glitching of the flashlight. Star, floating next to me with her pet, was shaking with fear. Id be lying if I wasn't enjoying this a bit. We ended up near the elevator and pushed on the button forgetting we have no power at all until we hear a loud thud and Cyborg appears with a thud behind us.

"Cy!" I run over to check on him. He had no light through his robotic side of him but he moved just a little to look up.

"It's back Robin." He says with a rasp trying to reach for me. I reach for his hand as a dark tentacle like thing wraps itself around his waist and yank him away. Everything in me says to jump for him and so I do, slamming my body into the floor with no avail. I'm sure there will be a bruise somewhere on my upper body. I stand turning to run back to Dick and Star.

"Mari! Watch out!" Dick runs to me, reaching to grab my hand. I stretch out feeling the tentacle wrap around my waist taking my feet out from under me and lift me up. He jumps, grabbing my hands, and pulls down to try to free me. Star drops her pet and grabs Dick's body forcing the three of us against the tugging tentacle. My hands become sweaty, slippery, and wet, sliding out of his grasp and screams as I get engulfed by the shadowy figure.

I found myself in a room with Raven, Beast Boy, and Cy playing cards as they waited for me.

"About time. we were getting bored." Beast Boy says, dropping a pair of doubles on the floor and stands up. "Ready for part 2?"

What? You didn't know this was my plan? Surprise! That's okay. So here's what happened next. The four of us move along the shadows of the tower following Star and Dick as they look for us. Raven forces the shadow monster to move them back to the lounge. Starfire keeps throwing her weird green blasts at the monster. Beast Boy shifts into some odd small creature moving through the shadows and hide in the lounge and begin to open and close all the cabinet doors. Loud bangs fill the room. Cyborg went and connected to the power supply and force the tv on, making it change channels and replay different words.

Dick circled the room confused and scared. He reached for Starfire wanting to keep her safe, but I reach for her and drag her into the shadow with me. Covering her mouth to keep her silent for the remainder of this whole thing. We I make a shh sound and get a nod from her as Raven moves the creature closer to Dick, eyes and teeth ready to eat him. I've got everyone ready to move closer, and we began. The closer the monster got, the closer we got. Star stayed behind watching trying to figure out what was happening.

And just as the boys and I get ready to jump on Dick, the freaky pink bug slides and rubs against my leg. I let out a loud shriek and jumped prematurely falling through the monster and in his arms. The reaction caused everything to dissipate and reveal everyone standing around us. The power kicks back on, the boys are laughing, Raven just stands there shaking her head, and Star just blinks then picks up Silkie. My heart stops pounding long enough to look around finding myself on Dick's lap and our faces bright red. Quickly I crawl off his body and stand there mad at myself for ruining the plan but more embarrassed for landing in his arms.

"Haha well.." Cyborg begins.

"That didn't..haha." Beast Boy follows. Cyborg hits his leg.

"Go as...haha... plan.."

"Haha..but that..was.."

"Too funny..haha!" The boys kept laughing enjoying themselves at my misery. Dick looked between all of us confused then connected the dots. He blushes with embarrassment and glares at me. If looks could kill.

"So what happened next Aunt Mari?" One of the little kids asks Marinette.

"Well my little ones. Robin refused to talk to Ladybug for a whole month." She says.

"That's not okay!" The crowd of children shout. Dick had just walked by stopping as he heard the shout.

"Now, now children. Don't worry, Ladybug still plays many pranks on him." And only to emphasis Marinette pulls it out a nerf gun and shoot a balloon that hung over the door way popping over and covering Dick's head with washable paint and glitter. She quickly stands up and makes a run for out the manor door, Dick hot on her heels.

@maribatserver

[qyriad]

[permdaydreamer]

This is for the people who didn’t party in their teens and twenties. For the people who didn’t have that “coming of age” movie experience with shenanigans and revelations. This is for the people who mostly keep to themselves. Who maybe prefer things to be quieter and gentler. This is for the people who don’t feel like they belong in a culture that values loud parties and flashing lights. I see you. And you are valid.

[peachdeluxe]

A lot of you on here feel waaay too comfortable admitting that you don't and refuse to listen to rap music, and I'm not loving the incredibly reductive takes on rap because the kendrick/drake beef has it on some of yall's radar for the first time in your life.

I'm not going to sugar coat it-- for americans especially, if you consider music a significant interest of yours but still feel the need to search for acceptable reasons to keep yourself ignorant of black music, or think of rap as a monolith of hate and violence and not equally as diverse as any other genre, or can only name nonblack rappers… you should be embarrassed of that. And your embarrassment should not keep you from being active about exposing yourself to unfamiliar art and broadening what you listen to.

'I don't understand what they're saying/they rap too quickly' I'm surprised by how much I keep seeing this-- speed is not a stylistic trademark of most rap music, & clearer diction as a performer is much more necessary in rap than other genres?? Statistically rap has a lower bpm (here's an example of one person's study) average than other genres. (of course these aren't all-encompassing, but you can look into this yourself using sites like bpmdatabase.com.) Do you really feel overwhelmed by speed listening to Kendrick or Biggie or Nas or 2Pac, or have you never actually listened to their songs?

'I have to look up the lyrics'-- so what? is it a bad thing to take an extra few seconds to engage with an artist's work? If you listen to lyrical music, do you care when it's the artists you listen to? Why does the thoughtful art consumption everyone talks about not also apply to black art?

'there is too much violence and misogyny and commercialism' this is not unique to rap, or true of all rap music. Artists exist that talk about other things, the way they exist in all genres. There is an entire wikipedia page listing alternative hip hop musicians and rappers if you consider seeking it out too much labor. Click one!

'i find it unrelatable'-- who cares? Being unable to engage with art you don't find wholly relatable is a deeply childish and self centered way to exist. You get on here reblogging feel good navel-gazey posts about the shared human experience and caring for one another, but a rapper talking about living with violence or poverty is stretching the limits of what you can imagine or empathize with too much for you to care about it? You don't find that embarrassing to admit to?

You don't have to love rap, you don't have to incorporate it into what you listen to every day, but a lot of you need to be aware you're parroting reagan era anti-rap (& antiblack) pearl-clutching talking points, and it's a very ugly look. It isn't racist if your favorite genre isn't rap, but you need to do some serious self reflection if you consider it inherently less artistic, intelligent or positive than 'whiter' genres when you don't actually listen to it. I am looking at you, people into other counterculture genres-- it's crazy how much I see this from self-professed punks and metalheads especially lmfao. If expression, counterculture art, anti-censorship in music and the right for raw and unfiltered music to exist matters to you as much as you say you do, you should care about rap's relationship to censorship & fight for its legitimacy just as much as what you listen to.

[gravecats]

This is literally my favorite tweet of all time. It’s so powerful.

She Freaken Forgor Me