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btw I hate character ai for all the AI reasons but I do also think you should hate character.ai for hijacking the social rewards system of a million teenager's brains. that shit is poison and im not exaggerating

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does anyone else think that its crazy (remembers i’m in discourse time-out this week) how the wind blowing thru the grass is so common yet so beautiful. one of many marvelous experiences in this wonderful life

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this tweet is new but it is actually a fundamental text for me

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Everyone on tumblr has Conditions. maladies. I log onto tumblr and my mutuals are unwellposting. Conditions I didn't even know existed and sound like dark curses but I will see a post from friend like "died about 60% today, fine now. Made egg on toast #yummytoast". There are so many people in this world with life experiences

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The way Damian would definitely talk about his pets as if they were humans and confuse the hell out of everybody.

Damian: Father, I won't attend dinner today. I promised Lucy I would make more time for her, so we'll be spending the evening together.

Bruce, confused: Lucy? I thought you were dating that Nika girl.

Damian, now confused as well: Flatline? I am dating her. Why?

Bruce, slowly going from confused to disapproving: Damian, I try not to meddle in your personal relationships, but you can't be asking other people out if you're already–

Tim: Oh my god, Bruce. He's means Lucy the monkey.

Bruce:

Tim:

Damian:

Damian: She's a macaque.

*After patrol*

Damian: I'll be leaving. I need to pick up the cake for Jerry's birthday party. Nightwing, you promised Jerry you'd come. I don't want you to hurt his feelings so you better–

Nightwing: Yeah, yeah. I know, I'll be there

Damian: *nods and leaves*

Red Hood:

Nightwing:

Red Hood: Is he talking about the–

Nightwing: The turkey. Yes. He's talking about the turkey.

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GARTH/AQUALAD & DONNA TROY/WONDER GIRL in DC’S LEX AND THE CITY (2025) #1

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reminder that "allies welcome" was once secret code for "those not out yet can still participate without putting themselves at risk", and for those who aren't out yet to comfortably exist in these spaces you have to let allies exist in those spaces too.

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ok gang im an autistic stoner and ive been thinking abt how the batfam might react to pot

bruce definitely does not smoke. no no. see, bruce doesn’t just fear weed. he fears what it represents. the collapse of vigilance. the idea that he might laugh at something and not immediately punish himself for it. he smoked once, when he was like 18 and didn't understand "brucie" yet, and he laughed so hard he cried and then cried so hard he threw up and swore off the stuff forever. he says it “clouds judgment.” alfred says it “unclenched him for 40 minutes and it was the best 40 minutes of that decade.”

dick, i think, would be really good at smoking but would not do it often. i think he started smoking around college age, and as someone who's already pretty sociable and loose, itd just make him a bit sillier and chiller and be generally enjoyable. its HIS party drug.

tim is exactly who you think he is. he cross-referenced strains. made charts. brought a clipboard. like dude def got his measurements off when he was struggling to roll or some shit and was glued to the spot. like "there's a cat sitting on me" but no cat feeling. “i’m quantum entangled with that chair. i can’t leave her behind.” still insists it was a “controlled experiment.”

steph? she’s the best high buddy in the family. giggles like it’s her job. once got so baked she started referring to the cave as “our little goblin hole” and bruce has never emotionally recovered. hotboxed the batmobile and gave the onboard AI a weed pun name. “we call her BLAZE now.”

cass smokes silently, then vanishes into the woods like a spirit. comes back hours later with mud on her hands and truth in her eyes. one time she made everyone tea and it made jason cry. she never tells anyone what kind of high she’s chasing. it’s probably enlightenment.

jason has textbook stoner energy but lies about it constantly. “i’m not high,” he says, as his eyes are redder than his helmet. has an edible labeled “rage management tool.” smokes with roy on the roof and they discuss the emotional labor of vigilante work while listening to shitty 2000s grunge. he calls it “therapy.” roy calls it “foreplay.” also owns like six grinders and does not know where any of them are.

duke is deeply skeptical. not against it in principle, just convinced he will unlock forbidden knowledge and never be the same. he’s right. one hit in and he starts seeing the themes of his life play out in color gradients. he turns to dick and says “i think i’m the narrative contrast.” everyone’s scared. bruce is sweating. cass fist bumps him.

damian (older?). god. damian has never willingly smoked but did accidentally get high from being in the wrong place at the wrong time. laid on the floor for three hours and had a heart-to-heart with the family sword. he gave it a name. “tiberius is a good listener,” he said. he has no memory of this. the sword is now mounted above his bed.

and alfred? alfred is the reason any of them know how to roll at all. he has perfect joints. tight. tidy. barely a whiff. no one knows how he learned this. no one asks. once tim said “what’s your thc preference?” and alfred said “situational.” tim has never fully recovered.

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Dick Grayson, age 25: *gets shot at daily, does back flips off of buildings for fun*

Also Dick Grayson, age 25: "Bruce can you come with me to the dentist 🥺? I have to get a filling... 🥺🥺."

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Tim just chased the criminal all the way to Blüdhaven

since he's already here...

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I don't know where I saw it first, but the idea that Dick is like nonverbal when he's younger and kinda reverts to it when he's older too and the only person who can read him accurately is Bruce means so much to me

just just just-

Superman, eyes narrowed at little Robin!Dick who's sitting on the chimney: Hmmmm. He wants me to fly Batman, tiredly dealing with the leftover goons nearby: No. Superman, eyes twitching as he tries to telepathically reach Dick: He wants to fly Batman, eyes rolling behind the mask: He always wants to fly. That doesn't count. Superman, about ready to bribe Dick into speaking: He wants... Robin!Dick, completely unbothered by Clark's desperate attempts: :) Batman, exasperated and joining his son again: He wanted to see you punt that car into the sky. But since you couldn't understand him... Robin!Dick, who actually wanted Bruce to hug him and is now getting his wish but is still a little shit: :( Clark, panicking: Wait no- ~ Oliver, babysitting: Do you want... to go play videogames? Little Dick Grayson, staring at him wide eyed: :/ Oliver, frowning because he will crack this thank you very much Dinah for your vote of confidence: how about... the park? Bruce, who hasn't left yet because Oliver is helpless: No. Oliver, intent: The move theater? Bruce, concerned at how no one is able to understand his son when it's so easy: No. Oliver, growing a lil panicked: You want to bake something! Bruce, now severely concerned for his friends ability to read people: Not even close. Oliver: I give up. Bruce: He wants you to read to him. Dick: *nodding* Oliver:... *i hate you, you're lying to me, this is rigged-* yeah okay ~ Hal, on watch with Nightwing: mmmm waffles! Nightwing, tired and nonverbal but amused: *shakes head* Hal, concentrating: mmmm pancakes! Nightwing, yawning: *shakes head* Hal, panicking now because the elevator just opened which means Bruce is about to arrive: um um- oh! Chocolate fudge! Bruce, arrived: White chocolate chip macadamia cookies. Dick, pleased: *nods* Hal, defeated: ... one, please...

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Having fun with The Sims 1

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thinking again about how disco elysium handles racism and how specific it is. like it’s not abstract. it’s not clean. it names things. it’s full of characters who are racist in totally different ways, and that’s what makes it feel so real.

take measurehead. he’s the loudest version. the one screaming about “physiological determinism” and “occidental supremacy.” he’s gross, but he’s not the scariest kind. he’s easy to point at. he says the quiet part loud.

and the game lets you engage with him — you can punch him out, you can parrot his ideology (if you’re that kind of player), or you can just… let it sit. you can tell kim he’s disgusting and kim agrees but he’s also tired. he’s seen this before.

and that’s the thing. kim never reacts like it’s shocking. he reacts like it’s typical. and that’s so fucking important. because racism in disco elysium isn’t a plot twist — it’s a constant.

like the lorry drivers by the harbor. they talk about “those people” bringing drugs into Revachol. they use words like “scab” and “savages.” it’s not cartoonish. it sounds exactly like people you’ve heard before, on the street or online.

and even harry — your protagonist — isn’t clean. you can have internalized racist thoughts. you can choose to say horrible things. and the game doesn’t stop you. it just shows you what you’re capable of thinking, if you let yourself slide.

and if you don’t say those things? if you resist the thoughts, or counter them? the game doesn’t give you a gold star. it’s not like “good job, you’re not racist!” it’s like: okay. keep going. keep trying.

it’s also in who gets power. who gets ignored. joyce — the literal agent of global capital — talks to you about race and class in these polished, polite, academic terms. she has the luxury to theorize it.

kim doesn’t. he lives it. he keeps his badge polished and his tone flat because he knows he doesn’t get second chances.

and harry — this wreck of a man — gets to wander around fucking everything up and still be taken seriously. still be called “officer.” kim never says that out loud. but you feel it. every second he chooses to stay next to you is deliberate.

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disco elysium was ahead of the curve they managed to make a man so magnetic he seduced three quarters of the player base despite the fact he's canonically a dude highly prideful of having a big obnoxiously loud car

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It's always autumn there. And night. At least it was for me.