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Alright, wish them luck guys. 👍

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Jester's biggest nightmare.
Impossible goals on purpose ha-haa!!
Alright, wish them luck guys. 👍
Okay why did we all know the I hate Barney song before internet access?
If you know the words sing it in the reblogs
The version I remember went something like this I think:
I hate you, you hate me
Let's get together and kill barney
With a great big bat and a bullet to the head
Let's all play cos barney's dead
Oh this one is really close to what I grew up with, we had:
I hate you, you hate me
Let’s all go and kill Barney
With a rope in a tree and a bullet to the head
Now Barney is so dead
i got
i hate you, you hate me,
lets all go and kill barney
with an rpg and a 4x4
no more purple dinosaur
is it not
i love you, you love me
lets go out and kill barney
with a big shotgun and barneys on the floor
no more purple dinosaur
idk man i heard this version in 3rd grade by some 4th graders
i think its sort of different for every1
oh thats cool. its probs diff depending on where you grew up bc wtf is an RPG and a 4x4 like isnt that a truck
rpg is a rocket locker i think, and a 4x4 is a car yeah,
how would you kill barney with those things?? are you gonna run over barney???
RPG is a weapon launcher, but where I’m from a 4x4 is a common type of wooden board so I assumed it meant you’re blowing him up or beating him to death
My dad just shared one of the versions he grew up with and I thought you'd appreciate it:
I hate you, you hate me
We hung Barney from a tree
A shot rang out
Now Barney's on the floor
No more purple dinosaur
When I was a kid I remember it going something like this:
"I hate you, you hate me
We're a hateful family
With a knife and a gun and a bullet for his head
We'll shoot Barney till he's dead"
I want spoopy month right now ;w;
It is NEVER too early for spooky time!!
i just saw a post on reddit titled "the writer is cooking but the food doesn't agree with me" and it was about OP clicking off a fic because they don't like the direction it's going in. slightly different context but can we all be more like this reddit OP. i think "the writer is cooking but the food doesn't agree with me" should be the new "don't like don't read." dead doves may give you diarrhea but don't make that everyone else's problem.
I might be a little bored at work.
Inspired by this post.
Incredibly fucking slow at it 🤧
i fixed it
writing anything even remotely outside your personal expertise means you’re signing up for one of two disasters:
a) spending 300 hours researching medieval plumbing systems for a three-sentence scene in your fantasy novel that no one will even care about, OR
b) skipping the research entirely and hoping no one notices when your 17th-century pirate casually says, 'let’s circle back on that.'
either way, someone on the internet will tell you you’re wrong.
I know way too much about something that I know put me on a watch list because of a fic I am writing. But on the plus side, I also have found out that pirates, samurai, and knights did exist during overlapping periods in history, so while not all three existed simultaneously in the same place, their eras did intersect. So there is that. Reality can be way weirder than fiction sometimes, so even the know-it-all critics can be way off. So just do you. If it's historically accurate, then yay. If it's off the wall and nothing matches reality, then also, yay. Just have fun.
Jason in his Red Hood outfit stepping out onto the fire escape of his safe house: "Nope. Not today."
Proceeds to step back into his safe house and closing the window right as Nightwing swings towards said window causing Nightwing to hit the window and bounce off into the dumpster below the fire escape.
" Oh come on Little Wing that's just cold! Don't you love your big brother?" Nightwing shouted at the window in despair.
Hearing something smack the window Nightwing climbed up the fire escape to see if he could get inside only to be greeted by a picture of a hand waving the middle finger with a caption that read 'Fuck Off' in stylized cursive.
Things almost every author needs to research
How bodies decompose
Wilderness survival skills
Mob mentality
Other cultures
What it takes for a human to die in a given situation
Common tropes in your genre
Average weather for your setting
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How bodies decompose
Wilderness survival skills
Mob mentality
Other cultures
What it takes for a human to die in a given situation
Common tropes for your genre
Average weather for your setting
You're Grounded Mister
Summary:
A mission gone wrong leaves the Batkids bickering—until Batman grounds them and Danny Fenton, a confused civilian caught in the chaos. This one-shot is based on this post by Shower-Phantom-Ideas
It had all gone downhill fast.
The plan had been Dick’s idea—though Tim and Jason definitely could have pointed out the glaring holes in it, and Damian hadn’t exactly offered his usual dose of cynicism. It was supposed to be a quick, in-and-out operation. Minimal risk, maximum payoff.
But things got complicated when that guy showed up. Just some kid, and not even a vigilante or a rogue. It was supposed to be a straightforward job in Gotham’s shadier district—stop the exchange of a highly dangerous chemical, break up the bad guys, be home in time for breakfast. But, no, some civilian had gotten in the way and distracted the gangsters long enough to mess with their timing.
Danny steps out of the grandfather clock in Bruce's office and looks around, talking to himself, "Ya, this tracks. Crazy rich fruitloop with a creepy basement. At least this one's a good guy and didn't try to clone or torture me. And he has good taste in furniture."
Alfred, who had been about to enter the office so he could head down to the cave to call everyone up for post-patrol snacks, said, "Why thank you, young sir. I am certain that Master Bruce would enjoy the compliment on his interior design. Now, young sir, I seem to have my hands full. Would you be willing to help this old man move some food to the table while we wait for the rest of the family? "
Danny who was raised with Midwest politeness, "Of course! So what we having?"
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"Alfred? Are you okay?" Bruce asked when he and the batkids walked into the kitchen to find Alfred washing some dishes.
"I am quite well Master Bruce. Children? I'm afraid there are no snacks tonight but I do hope that you all rest well." Alfred said much to the sorrow of the batkids as they trudged their way up to their rooms. "That goes for you too Master Bruce." He said when Bruce walked over to the fridge.
"Alfred? Did I do something wrong?" Bruce asked in bewilderment.
"Not at all, Master Bruce." Alfred said as he finished up the dishes and turned to leave. "Oh, and before I forget. Despite the short notice, I was able to find some clean linens. Anyways, what's done is done. Just please give me more of a warning next time Sir. Good night, and remember you have that board meeting tomorrow morning at 8 am sharp." He said before heading toward his room. Leaving a confused Bruce behind.
How did I go from baking cookies (Pre-cut. I'm lazy.), to emptying water out of two aquariums and topping off a third?
I did not realize you were referring to your sims character at first, I fully thought this was something you were doing irl and just accepted it
It... It was something I was doing irl. The tags were a reference to a saying I used to hear all the time when people would forget what they were doing and stuff like that. That the player controlling their sim was messing with them.
Growing up I watched Zorro and The Mask of Zorro. And today I learned that this dudes name means fox. This foxy mans vigilanty name means fox. And I didn't even learn this from the Spanish lessons I'm taking. I learned this from my youngest seedling's flipping fruit snacks!
“Welcome to BatBurger. Home of the BatBurger. How may I take your order?”
“With a smile of course!” The Joker cackled as he pulled out a canister and threw it at the cashier.
“Nuh-uh.” The cashier deadpans before throwing the canister back.
“The fuck you mean ‘Nuh-uh’?” Joker yelled throwing the canister back.
“Don’t wanna.” The cashier replied while smacking the canister out of the air and directly into the Joker's hand.
“Why you little!” The Joker threw the canister on the ground and lunged at the cashier.
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“And what happened after that?” Commissioner Gorden asked the young man in front of him.
“He tripped.” The young man said with a shrug.
“Uh-huh.” Gorden hummed as he looked over where the body bag was being pulled out of the restaurant. “And the holes?”
“I guess the canister finally went off. It's such a shame really. I didn’t even get to deliver a decent punchline.”
“Right… And what was your name again?”
“Oh, it’s Danny. Danny Fenton. But you won’t be able to find me if you look me up.” The young man, Danny, said with a shit-eating grin.
“You know you’re not supposed to admit to going by a fake identity right?” Gordan asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Ya, but it is my real name. You just won’t be able to find it.” Danny said as he shifted his gaze to the shadowed figgier in the nearby alleyway. “Not even you, Big Bat. But you're free to try.”
“Hn.” Batman grunted before stepping back further into the shadows and disappearing.
“Why do I feel like you are about to be… and he’s gone. Why do I even bother?” Gordan sighed as he looked away from where the Bat vanished and back to where Danny was supposed to be. He grumbled as he put his notebook away and started for his car. His car, that now had a little green sticky note on it.
Someone put my stupid blurb on the clock app! 🤣
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