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Artemis - she/her/hers - bi - 24

[fire-plug]

Personality hire

Working Cats

[jeanjauthor]

Sometimes you really need a good personality on your staff.

[narwhalsarefalling]

[penny-anna]

oh god sudden thought

so as per various DC social media concepts Clark has a Superman twitter where he posts left-leaning but fairly safe & tame stuff e.g. happy pride from Superman. Clark Kent also has his own twitter account where he posts his actual opinion.

what happens if uh. what happens if he forgets which account he's logged into.

[penny-anna]

scenario 1: what's clearly an official Superman post pops up on some rando journalist's twitter and is noticed before he can delete it. leads to controversy when people conclude that Superman has hired this Clark Kent person to do his social media. Clark now has to deal w the fact that everyone thinks he's Superman's social media manager. employers at the Daily Planet very confused as to why he didn't tell them about his side gig

scenario 2: world wakes up to Superman tweeting about how he hates the police

[the-legal-shipper]

Scenario 2: “world wakes up to Superman tweeting about how he hates the police” and then the Shazam twitter account starts agreeing with him and that’s how the world finds out that two of the most powerful heros both hate the police

[penny-anna]

Billy, seeing what Superman just tweeted: oh cool we're allowed to say fuck the police now!!

[offonaherosjourney]

Someone tweets if Bruce Wayne pays taxes, and Bruce accidentally replies with his Batman account with a simple "Yes", so people start to think that besides beating up villains, Batman also spends his time staring menacingly at billionaires while they fill their taxes to make sure there's no creative accounting going on

[nightblackowlbat]

BruceWayneOfficial: yes, the rumors are true. Batman is my accountant.

[sovietnam]

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

If I were an evil emperor in a fantasy world, I would have a an enormous aviary full of exotic birds that are exceptionally well cared for. They would be from a distant enough land that there would be very few people in my kingdom that knew much about them, they would be a friendly but not overly territorial species, and moderately intelligent. Like puffins. They would not, crucially, be able to imitate sounds and 'speak', but they would be very trainable and curious. Occasionally importing new birds for my aviary would be the Big Frivolous Indulgence that my political enemies make fun of.

I will also have a sorceror in my employ. When a hero or a renegade or a political rival is in a situation where I can safely kill them, they will instead be turned into a bird and added to my aviary. I would not brag about this; it would be a complete secret, known only to me and my sorceror. In situations where I capture multiple people working together, only one would go in the aviary;the others can be imprisoned or killed or whatever. If they escape and I reacquire them later, another one can go in the aviary. The point here is that nobody going in the aviary can safely assume that another bird in there is their teammate.

Because I would be trickling real birds in there, too. And I would train some of them to do 'intelligent' things like tap out prime numbers or scratch shapes into the dirt with their beaks. I would train some of them to pick at the locks and bars as if they were trying to escape. I would not train them all the same way, or train many of them at all.

Sometimes, a new bird goes into the aviary -- fellow revolutionary? Or just a bird? Is it trying to communicate to you that it's human, or just being friendly and imitating you because that's what smart friendly birds do? People would develop opinions and theories over time. They'd amass in a group of the smartest ones, pretty sure that they're closest four or five friends are humans, are using their invented little language of wing-flaps and trills with a human mind behind it... but can they ever really be sure?

Most people, when going into the aviary, would assume that all of the birds are captured enemies. So why are some of them hard to have ongoing communication with, to learn about, to plan with? Are these the natural communication barriers of someone in a bird body, or does being a bird make them stupider over time? Will that happen to them also?

Sometimes, if I capture a pair, I'll imprison them separately, then turn one into a bird and put them in the aviary at the same time as a real bird that's trained to have a couple of their partner's mannerisms.

When I interact with the birds, even in private, I won't secretly mock them or make clever veiled references to their past or act at all like I remember that they were once human. They are my birds, that I imported at great expense. And I've brought a treat for them; some fresh fruit, and another friend to share it with! A new bird!

Or is it?

[hug-your-face]

Never, ever, ever, fuck over a writer.

Writers can come up with the absolute worst revenge scenarios.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Well sorry if I would fill the fantasy world I got sucked into with COLOUR and WHIMSY.

[chaoswritesthemultiverse]

…do you think, during his year of isolation, that Tara ever sat on Gale's chest while he was asleep and purred to try to heal the orb because it's like an ingrained biological cat type behaviour?

[calolily-deactivated20260327]

Had a patreon request for Gale cuddling Tara, so I had to make it angsty with this post in mind.

[knightowlet]

Do y’all think siblings in medieval times would look at the little beasts in illuminated manuscripts and point at each other like ‘ha! ‘Tis thou!’

[frnkieroismydaddy]

Oh my GOD

[deepspaceboytoy]

Man I mean. Like what’s even the point man.

[phantomrose96]

Great news there is a way to put in 0 thought or effort and just click one button and get a cool and interesting song it's called Supporting A Real Artist you can do this by streaming their music or buying their albums.

And if you still miss writing a sentence you can exercise that by writing "Yay I love this song so much thanks for making it 🙂" in any comment section. We've got the whole thing figured out.

[thesilliestpotato]

I was looking for references and stumbled across a series of paintings from 1930s by Soviet painter Alexander Samokhvalov called "The young women of metro construction"

[decemberpaladin]

[theweight]

they’re airing the secret good sherlock episode tomorrow

[silly-little-pal]

[brightlotusmoon]

I was explaining the numb white scars on my right index finger, and someone asked "but why would you put your finger against the blade of a hand mixer" and the entire chat repeated "intrusive thoughts" and "call of the void" immediately and almost in synch. And people started talking about how they've injured themselves that way, and a few people said they learned a genuine lesson.

[weaselle]

yikes. I've almost never had that with anything -- but I have felt the siren call of the Hobart Dough Hook

This is an industrial stand mixer (often it has a grating attachment to that round top port sticking out like a pipe end on the top left of the pic) and Hobart is a very popular brand for these machines, which are often nearly as tall as a person

the thing hanging from the mixing arm into the bowl part is a dough hook

it looks like this and spins around mixing the dough

Here is a smaller one, but you can see what it looks like when it goes

So one of my first kitchens, everyone who got shown how to use the enormous 5ft tall Hobart we had, they got some variation of this speech:

"DO NOT reach into the mixer while it's on. I know, you think that now, but you're going to get comfortable around it, it's going to seem like it's moving slow, and you're going to feel like reaching in there to check the dough or something without turning it off. DON'T. DO THAT. One guy a couple years ago went to the hospital with every bone in his arm broken and a dislocated shoulder and it was from reaching into this exact machine we're using today. You're going to feel like you can reach in real quick without stopping the machine, and I'm telling you, turn it off first."

I got that speech too, and sure enough, there came a day when I felt the urge. Which i resisted. But then. Then there started to be reasons to reach in there.

Like maybe the person using the grating attachment hadn't cleaned the port good enough and a couple of strips of grated carrot fell onto the dough, where it would stay sort of oscillating on the top of the dough ball for a little bit before getting sucked down to be kneaded deep into the dough. It's a single button to stop the machine, but, for some reason it just seems like such a hassle, and you've always wanted to do it, c'mon, look how slow it's moving...

So i did. And it was fine! Altho i could see why people get it wrong, what seemed like about a 3 second window actually turned out to be less than a full second once you got your hand down there, and there really wasn't as much space as it seemed like there was, and the angle you had to go at did slow you down just a little... But now that i knew all that, i should be fine to do it as long as i was careful, right?

Then one day it happened. I must of brushed ever so slightly against the metal of the dough hook. It is shaped and moving in a way designed to draw material in toward the center and down and it tugged my hand ever so slightly in and down.

Which would have been fine but I was already touching the dough, so it tugged my fingers into the dough just enough for it to get the slightest grip on them, which tugged my hand in just enough to get caught between the hook and the dough which gripped it surprisingly hard and yanked my hand down and in a circle like having someone hold your hand tightly and spin in a circle and all my joints locked up against each other painfully so fast!

Luckily I was able to get my arm out before I suffered more than a sore shoulder, hurt elbow, and sprained wrist and sprained finger... but things went from totally fine to sheer panic faster than anything i've ever experienced.

Even so, only a week later and barely recovered, I caught myself just before i reached my hand into the dough bowl while it was on, the siren call of the Hobart singing strongly still.

So many people felt it. I heard so many close call stories. Some models like the Hobart 660 comes with this wire cage safety guard now, and I guarentee it is 100% because no matter how you warn people, they can't resist reaching in while it's running

[brightlotusmoon]

tags: #hobart is perfect size for arm of person perfect safe for to put arm in

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This was inevitable. Thank you.

[animentality]

[fox-moblin]

Wouldn’t leave my mind sorry

[magdalenejaneway]

I’m not crying YOU’RE crying 😭

[tomfoolerytotality]

Superman isn't woke. You're just so evil that you see a man doing acts of kindness and you think it's a targeted political agenda

[otakuvampyre]

This but for people this post is talking about. 🤣

[laikaspeaks]

Get peer reviewed, bitch.

[short-wooloo]

This is important because Superman is a subversion of the ideal of the ubermensch (which he is named for) that was popular in the time he was created

The basic idea of the ubermensch was that of a man who bowed to no one and did things their own way, unconstrained by the rest of humanity

Naturally the nazis ran with this as "the superior race (aryans) shall dominate the lesser races because it is natural that those of greater power shall rule as they please"

And thus Superman-a creation of Jews-turning around and using their power for good kindness and the betterment of humanity, was a spit in the nazis face, all while using the literal translation of ubermensch as his name, to the point that the term is more linked with the character than its original (or the nazis interpretation) meaning in the popular consciousness

[phantomrose96]

God gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers and I'm dodging the draft

[phantomrose96]

hang on I gotta look something up.

[i-suggest-vore]

DW I know that one from heart if you need an explanation

[phantomrose96]

Thanks tumblr user i-suggest-vore. I can always count on your for theological literacy wait is there a different reason you like this story

[trans-masc-lesbian-michelangelo]

Ok, so, you know how Dick Grayson is technically supposed to be the Best Talon Of Gotham or whatever? Well, what if (in the YJ verse because I'm obsessed-) the Team gets caught. But before that, Artemis is the one who realizes that something's up. She grew up in Gotham. She knows the local legends and stuff far better than Dick would especially because she's grown up in a lower class than him in Gotham, specifically. So she see the signs of the Court of Owls. The same organization that her father said would take her away if she disobeyed him at all. To keep her in line

But, Artemis sees the signs, and warns them. She tries to get everyone out of there before they can get captured, but she's too late. Some kind of knockout gas is dispersed and they wake up in a too-small cell with inhibitor collars on. They wake up to a man in some kind of weird owl outfit. Artemis is pale and terrified. They've never even seen her this scared when she was facing her sister and father before they found out that they were related.

She's terrified. So bone-chillingly scared that all she can do is look at the creature who she was told as a bedtime story by her dad to keep her in line. Told that it would take her away and she would be made an example of.

This Talon is standing over their youngest Teammate, staring with an air of almost... approval, but not quite. Then, it speaks.

"Hello, Gray-Son. I am here to make you into your birthright, to become what our fair city needs most in trying times such as now have brought." It says, voice deep and rough.

"Like hell I'm going with you, creep. What makes you think I'd just go with you like that? I'm not some kid you can get into a van with a bunch of can-" The Talon backhands him.

The sound echoing in the room. Blood platters out of Robin's mouth from the force a good three feet away. When Robin looks back at the Talon, he spits on the creatures boot. Blood thick and dark. He then glares up at the Talon, a sneer on his face with blood staining his teeth in an eerie way.

"You will. And you know why, Richard John Grayson?" The Talon asks, getting shocked silence from the room at the use of Robin's full name that none of them even knew.

Robin just glares, obviously shaken from the use of his name that no one should even know.

"Because my own blood would be the only trustworthy fit for such a noble purpose. The Gray-Son of Gotham. The greatest Talon foretold long ago." The Talon says, then takes of it's mask to reveal a man who looks to be in his late forties or early fifties. "And you, Great Grandson, are the picked. The foretold. You are the greatest of our lineage, and have been picked since birth to take up this mantel and do as our Masters say."

The League shows up after that. Robin seemingly in a state of shock after what he's been told.

Later that night, in the Med Lab, Dick is sitting down on a cot. Staring at nothing with the lights dimmed. He's not allowed technology for a while, he has a pretty nasty concussion from the slap.

Artemis finds him, walks in and waits for him to look at her before sitting on the edge of his cot.

"Don't you want to be with the others? The real heroes?" Dick asks quietly, voice hoarse.

"Do you remember what you told me when the others found out who my dad and sister are and who my mom was?" Artemis asks, voice soft as she waits for Dick to make eye contact with her.

When he does, he looks pained.

"Yeah, I'm a detective." He tries to joke, falling flat. "Sorry."

"You told me that I'm not my family. That I can choose who I am, and that I'm not one of them." Artemis says. "And just like me, you might've had expectations on you from the moment you were born even if you didn't like them or want them, but you're not that William Cobb guy. You're you. You chose to be a hero. You're a hero for as long as you help people. But that doesn't make you a good person either, what makes you a good person is your heart. And you've probably got the best heart out of any hero I've ever met."

Dick smiles at her, its hesitant and small, but genuine. He'll be ok, that she's sure of.

[husborth-deactivated20241109]

luke and vader spend the original trilogy, but especially ROTJ, more or less reading each other’s minds every other second, which really fascinates me because the level of psychic ability demonstrated between the two of them is not something we see with any of the other characters. obi-wan and anakin certainly don’t speak into each other’s minds at all throughout the PT, but within minutes of luke knowing the truth, we get the beautiful, son, come with me, and father? scene. when arriving at endor, luke and vader sense each other the length of several ships away, and both of them immediately know that the other is there, and then the entire gestalt of their duel before the emperor is that luke refuses to kill vader because he has magically sensed the good in his father, the “good” being that luke knows, through literal mind-reading, that vader absolutely will not kill him, and wouldn’t have killed him on bespin either. the “don’t make me destroy you” was a bluff. 

luke uses vader’s hilariously un-buried feelings about him (smash cut to palpatine saying to vader, “are you sure your feelings on this matter are clear?”) to manipulate him in much the same way vader uses luke’s hilariously un-buried feelings about his friends in ESB, and then leia again in ROTJ, and can i just say, for as much shit as we give vader for being kind of a terrible manipulator, he knows exactly what he’s doing by the duel in ROTJ. he pushes luke closer to the dark side than the emperor manages - by threatening leia, vader unlocks luke’s batshit temper, and luke literally beats him into submission and slices off his hand before luke realizes what he’s almost done. but vader reads luke’s affection for leia, and the truth that leia is his biological daughter, directly out of luke’s brain. no one could read the direct truth out of someone else’s brain like this in the prequels, or else the plot would be literally impossible - the closest we get is maybe yoda sensing anakin’s grief for his mother in AOTC, but that’s nonspecific. this is vader and luke plucking pertinent feelings literally out of each other’s heads. they’re so weird <3

[jelliedlimes]

Spock as a knight the second. I want this engraved into my epidermis.