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Want to know something that sucks?
When you sister has a boyfriend that you can't get along with and actively wish she would have NEVER met
Wanna know what's worse than that?
When you have to spend 6 fucking weeks straight with them both in close quarters (due to work) with no fucking breaks while having to watch you words and actions to not fight
So, okay, fun fact. When I was a freshman in high school… let me preface by saying my dad sent me to a private school and, like a bad organ transplant, it didn’t take. I was miserable, the student body hated me, I hated them, it was awful.
Okay, so, freshman year, I’m deep in my “everything sucks and I’m stuck with these assholes” mentality. My English teacher was a notorious hard-ass, let’s call him Mr. Hargrove. He was the guy every student prayed they didn’t get. And, on top of ALL OF THE SHIT I WAS ALREADY DEALING WITH, I had him for English.
One of the laborious assignments he gave us was to keep a daily journal. Daily! Not monthly or weekly. Fucking daily. Handwritten. And we had to turn it in every quarter and he fucking graded us. He graded us on a fucking journal.
All of my classmates wrote shit like what they did that day or whatever. But, I did not. No, sir. I decided to give the ol’ middle finger to the assignment and do my own shit.
So, for my daily journal entries, over the course of an entire year, I wrote a serialized story about a horde of man-eating slugs that invaded a small mining town. It was graphic, it was ridiculous, it was an epic feat of rebellion.
And Mr. Hargrove loved it.
It wasn’t just the journal. Every assignment he gave us, I tried to shit all over it. Every reading assignment, everyone gushed about how good it was, but I always had a negative take. Every writing assignment, people wrote boring prose, but I wrote cheesy limericks or pulp horror stories.
Then, one day, he read one of my essays to the class as an example of good writing. When a fellow student asked who wrote it, he said, “Some pipsqueak.”
And that’s when I had a revelation. He wanted to fight. And since all the other students were trying to kiss his ass, I was his only challenger.
Mr. Hargrove and I went head-to-head on every assignment, every conversation, every fucking thing. And he ate it up. And so did I.
One day, he read us a column from the Washington Post and asked the class what was wrong with it. Everyone chimed in with their dumbass takes, but I was the one who landed on Mr. Hargrove’s complaint: The reporter had BRAZENLY added the suffix “ize” to a verb.
That night I wrote a jokey letter to the reporter calling him out on the offense in which I added “ize” to every single verb. I gave it to Mr. Hargrove, who by then had become a friendly adversary, for a chuckle and he SENT IT TO THE REPORTER.
And, people… The reporter wrote back. And he said I was an exceptional student. Mr. Hargrove and I had a giggle about that because we both knew I was just being an asshole, but he and the reporter acknowledged I had a point.
And that was it. That was the moment. Not THAT EXACT moment, but that year with Mr. Hargrove taught me I had a knack for writing. And that knack was based in saying “fuck you” to authority. (The irony that someone in a position of authority helped me realize that is not lost on me.)
So, I can say without qualification that Mr. Hargrove is the reason I am now a professional writer. Yes, I do it for a living. And most of my stuff takes authorities of one kind or another to task.
Mr. Hargrove showed me my dissent was valid, my rebellion was righteous, and that killer slugs could bring a city to its knees. Someone just needs to write it.
Hanging out with old people rules because after a while they trust you enough to confess to murder totally unprompted
Wait what.
Sometimes old ladies had to kick the ladder out from under their stepfathers when they were girls and that’s valid
oh, my little old lady murder story was her replacing the medication in her abusive husband's capsules with rat poison.
"back in the day, our grandmothers worked on their marriages and didn't get divorced!" nah, friend, they COULDN'T get a divorce so sometimes they killed their fuckin husbands. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
My grandma murdered her first husband the first time he beat their daughter.
My college was next to an assisted living facility and one time we went over there to draw people’s portraits so we could get practice drawing older people. The lady I was drawing idly told me that she "dealt quite handily with her first husband” while making a stabbing gesture. Five minutes later she requested I make sure not to draw her double chin. I honored that request.
So when I was a child my grandmother told all these great stories about growing up in the Alaskan wilderness. Amazing bad ass stories about her and my great-grandmother. I recently asked my mom why my great-grandmother moved from Texas to Alaska in the first place. Turns out my Great-grandfather was abusive to my great grandmother for years and she lived with that until the first time he hit my grandmother, who was like three at the time, my great-grandmother got him very drunk and beat him to death then moved to Alaska to hide from the cops.
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DAY 15
GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15
You can only reblog this 12 times a year
Make the most of that
Every month I reblog this and every month I’m baffled that it’s already the 15th.
I’m scheduling this for every month
IT ONLY APPEARS ON THE FIFTEENTH OF EVRY MONTH
THIS ONLY APPEARS ON 15THS WTF
*slams reblog button*
Welp it’s that day again
Do people just have this queued or something`??
Tfw when men do that thing where they pretend they have no control over their temper. LOL It’s so funny like am I supposed to pretend that I don’t know you’re completely self-aware and present during this rage performance. Or should I pretend you’re the tortured hero in a movie, possessed by a series of fabricated flashbacks of the war and your father
Someone put in the “Why Does He Do That” quote
Another one:
Why Does He Do That? Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men by Lundy Bancroft
DUDE!!!!
I recommend this book so highly, I am literally always telling people to read it. Here is a link to a pdf version of this book. Seriously I think everyone in the world should read this it is the most helpful book I have ever read and honestly changed my life.
https://www.docdroid.net/py03/why-does-he-do-that-pdf
Reupload with this link above!! Thank you 🙏
Very good book, please read it, this knowledge is a form of self defence in our currently disgusting world
There continues to be social pressure on women to “make the relationship work” and “find a way to hold the family together,” regardless of abuse. Since so many people accept the misconception that abuse comes from bad relationship dynamics, they see the woman as sharing responsibility equally for “getting things to go better.” Into this context steps the abuser, telling his partner’s friends, “I still really want to work things out, but she isn’t willing to try. I guess it isn’t worth the effort to her. And she’s refusing to look at her part in what went wrong; she puts it all on me.” What her family and friends may not know is that when an abused woman refuses to “look at her part” in the abuse, she has actually taken a powerful step out of self-blame and toward emotional recovery. She doesn’t have any responsibility for his actions. Anyone who tries to get her to share responsibility is adopting the abuser’s perspective.
The biggest lie in the “you gotta admit your part in what happened” is not the victim-blaming. That’s there, but of course, it’s very likely the victim did do things that exacerbated the situation. They got angry too. Maybe they yelled or even hit back. And then they get blamed for starting it, or not stopping it, or some bullshit thing like that.
But that really isn’t the core problem with that claim.
The core problem is the assumption: “You joined this relationship and you are OBLIGATED TO MAKE IT LAST FOREVER if you possibly can.”
You’re not. Even if it’s “your fault” that your partner is unhappy, angry, violent. (It’s not your fault.) Even if you “annoy him” with whatever habit you unconsciously do that bugs him. Even if you deliberately annoy him sometimes, because you can, because it’s a form of claiming power, because you’re scared and aching and want to prove to yourself that you control some tiny aspect of your life.
The problem is the implied statement, “You must prove that HE is totally at fault in order to leave the relationship.”
You don’t have to. You can decide, “This is not where I want to be, and it’s not taking me anywhere I want to go, and I’m leaving now.”
And if he - or his allies, because wow you could be amazed at how many people are willing to jump to the defense of an angry man afraid that his partner is going to leave him - tries to tell you, “you messed up too! You have to give him a chance to make it right!”
You can say: “No, I don’t. I don’t want to see his attempts to make it right. I want out of this.”
You don’t owe him “a chance,” not because he is an abuser, but because you don’t owe him. You don’t “owe” anyone a relationship. Ever.
You don’t have to decide he’s totally guilty or you’re totally justified or he has crossed some specific line or you have reached some level of danger or damage in order to say “I’m done with this. I don’t want to do this anymore.”
Actually getting away can be a complicated practical matter. But deciding you want out is something you can do on your own, without any outside input, without anyone to tell you what that means to you. You don’t need anyone else’s consent to decide you’re done with a relationship. Being finished is not a negotiation.
You can decide, “I didn’t bring my best self to this relationship. I bear some of the blame for its failure” - AND STILL LEAVE.
Don’t know why I had the sudden urge to make this in the middle of the night…
Marinette : time sensitive question: how to flirt with Damian
Tim: Throw rocks at him
Dick: Hot dog
Jason: Kill him
Marinette: thanks guys
Selina: This is going to be useful *book about Robin's mating*
Alfred: I believe a meal, a hot cup of tea, and a good conversation might serve you well Miss. Marinette.
Bruce: Put together a dossier on the people he interacts with and use that knowledge to predict his every move and what he wants.
The Great IKEA Game
Chapter 4: The Three Stooges
AN: At least it hasn’t been two months again 😅. Let’s check in with the other batboys and see how they’re handling Damian and Marinette’s chaos.
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Tim wondered when his day took a solid dive off the cliffs of normal and into the waters of weird.
It probably started when Dick dragged them out of bed at eight in the morning – on a Saturday – piled them into the car, and drove them an hour and a half out of the city to an IKEA. If they had actually been there to shop they would have either burned the store down or killed one another.
Not that those things were off the table yet.
Tim had work, actual work, that he could be doing. But no, instead he was playing a demented game of hide-and-go-seek, which was careening into an all-out war. The destroyed shelving units, shopping carts, and forklift were unmistakable evidence of that.
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A lovely update!
Poor hungry Marinette, the bats are on their tail!
Marinette will find some food soon enough. I won’t leave the poor girl to starve for long 😂
That’s good to hear! Is it weird that I feel like Damian will just keep a running tab of what Marinette ends up being and then reimburse her later? Like, she goes back and buys food on her own card and Damian keeps note of the cost so that he can pay her back after they get found so he doesn’t ping awareness to his brothers? Because I feel he could do that.
@mysnis not exactly, these two tried the easy boring way of obtaining food. Next chapter will be a bit more… chaotic 🙃😂
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To all the fans of the Maribat AU “Arkham’s princess” someone is currently writting a story based on it is ! Go read the first chapter it’s just amazing! :D
Here’s a little presentation! :
Title: Arkham: Red Kingdom
Author: BrokenWingedTenshi
Language: English
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman
Genre: Crossover, maribat, action, family
Summary:
“Bridgette Cheng had not anticipated that her job interview would send her straight to the top of the ladder in Arkham Asylum. As the new head of staff, she’s putting her foot down and putting in place healthy, safe and effective practices. She’s making progress even before her sister Sabine offers to help, and together they’re making big changes, making things better for these people who got dealt a bad hand.
Due to her strict but caring nature and her often chipper disposition as long as people follow her rules (as evident by the time she made an example of one Lyle Bolton who attacked another inmate), she’s given the name White Queen amongst the inmates. Even her baby niece, who is an excellent judge of character, loves the rogues. But then, they have been protecting her all her life after all.
Romance is not the foremost concern in this story, but it will be present. Welcome to the Red Kingdom, ruled by a white queen … and a red princess.”
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The Riddler hijacks the local TV airwaves and appears onscreen holding a comically long roll of paper. After dramatically clearing his throat, he proceeds to read from it.
“The following is a list of people who can suck it. Number One: The Joker. I don’t think I need to explain that one. Number Two: Cluemaster. Fuck you, you stole my bit, and I will be like a plague unto your house. Number Three: King Tut. You also stole my bit, but did it while killing people and got me arrested for murder. Also, I’m, like, 93% sure you’re a white guy and your costume is racist.
“Number Four: The Scarecrow. I know you ate my leftover Chinese, Jon, even though I wrote my name on it. I was saving that for lunch. I had to eat a goddamn peanut butter and jelly sandwich like a five-year-old. It was all you had in the hideout. For fuck’s sake, go shopping, not all of us can live like a bridge troll.
“Number Five: The Penguin. You- No, no, wait, wait… That one should be crossed out. He replaced that and apologized. Never mind, Oswald, you’re fine. Drinks at 7:00 tomorrow, right?
“Anyway, where was…? Ah, yes. Number Six: The Mad Hatter. You carded me and left me like that for six hours because I, and I quote, ‘would not stop talking about Mythbusters.’ Well, excuse me for trying to make intellectually stimulating conversation on a level you could understand. I suppose every time you prattle on about mome raths and borogoves it’s goddamn Shakespeare? Well… Well, it’s Carroll, but… Oh, you know what I mean!
“Number Seven: Catwoman. You left me hanging by one hand from a ledge five stories up and holding a twenty-pound bag of jewels and very pointy objets d'art while you ‘distracted’ the Dark Knight. I know you were making out with him, Selina. You were gone for fifteen minutes. My shoulder almost dislocated. Very unprofessional.
“Number Eight: Kite Man.”
Here the Riddler pauses, lifting his narrowed gaze to glare at the camera, voice dropping to an ominous tone.
“You know what you did…”
His demeanor shifts quickly, and he’s back to reading from his list almost cheerfully.
“Number Nine! Th-”
He’s interrupted by a crashing noise in the background and looks over his shoulder just an instant before a deep voice angrily growls, “Riddler!”
“Oh, for the love of-” He turns to glare at the camera, speaking quickly. “Number Nine: Batman! Interrupting me while I’m on television making very important- Hm-mmph!”
He’s reduced to muffled curses as a black gloved hand covers his mouth and pulls him out of frame. The camera tilts, a cracking noise is heard, and the broadcast turns to static.
KITE MAN’S CRIMES WERE NUMEROUS AND TERRIBLE
If I were batman I’d give him like a five minute warning, because this actually sounds theraputic.
Batman: Riddler, you’ve hijacked the TV airwaves and you know that’s wrong but I think this is actually theraputic. So I’m giving you five minutes, and then I’m taking you to Arkham
Robin: Geez get a facebook account for this crap, hell if you wanna vent to millions of strangers just get youtube.
“RIDDLER YOU CAN’T JUST GO ON TV AND SCREAM AT PEOPLE
THAT’S WHAT YOUTUBE IS FOR”
Riddler takes this advice. He gets his own youtube channel called RiddleMe_Th15. It starts out as being purely therapeutic, a platform for publically calling out those who have annoyed him. Then someone leaves him a pathetically easy riddle to solve in the comments, and he spends his next segment ranting about it, and then posing a better one.
This starts a dialogue with a number of other youtube users who both attempt to answer his riddles and pose their own riddles in return.
Riddler has found his people, and his hit count is climbing.
Seriously, Riddler would KILL IT (metaphorically speaking) on YouTube. He just does those weird animated puzzle videos where he poses lengthy, overly complicated puzzles, game theories, and riddles, then gives away…fuck I don’t know…Amazon or iTunes cards to whoever gets them right. “Riddle me this: How can I ensure there are more videos like this one? The answer, my little quest solvers, is simple: Like and subscribe, and consider donating to my Patreon! Which isn’t much of a Riddle, but seriously I’m down to eating crackers and ramen right now and YouTube keeps demonetizing my videos because I used to be a supervillain.”
Bringing this back because “YouTube keeps demonetizing my videos because I used to be a supervillain” has to be shared and because I have some followers who have not experienced The Riddler Post.
Seriously, if you ever need a good time, just read all the responses in the notes. This post still ranks as one of the best things I’ve ever done.
Batman sees all of this and donates a substantial amount. He still can’t believe YouTube was the answer all along.
This is especially true with BTAS Riddler.
“Riddle me this… who’s the biggest asshole in games development this side of Ubisoft? It’s Daniel Mockridge who screwed the dev team, myself included, out of our royalties for Riddle of the Minotaur-”
Two days later Jim Sterling is calling Mockridge out, there’s a gofundme for the other people on the dev team, and Nigma’s halfway to funding the spiritual sequel on Kickstarter.
“Okay, more backer questions… Puzzlemaster323 sent says “Riddle Me This, will there be VR support.”, and I say of course there is! Ten years ago I trapped Batman and Robin a VR version of the first game and I threw that rig together in two months. We’ve worked out the motion sickness problems for 90% of users and the game will not kill you for real if you die in the game, but hardcore players can set it to give them a harmless jolt if they’re into that kind of thing.”
The Scarecrow: “I *did* eat his leftover Chinese. It’s messed up that he knows.”
This. Just this. Is it bad i read all of the riddler bits in the voice of the @waiting4codot riddler? Also that scarecrow bit at the end 😂😂😂
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“The director of the first film, Andrew Adamson, was very focused on preserving real emotion, on seeing things for the first time, and having, like, a real sense of wonder.“
“So he didn’t actually show me the set of Narnia where the lamppost is until we shot it. I was blindfolded and guided into my place, and he told me to just walk around, that the camera would follow me.”
“And so I turned around and I saw it for the first time. It was in a studio but it was ri-dic-ul-ous-ly real. I couldn’t get my head around it. And so what you see is my real reaction to everything. It was incredible.”
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On top of that, she had been close friends with the fella playing Tumnus and had not yet seen him in full costume. They were kept apart a few days before their meeting was shot so when she meets him and lights up? She’s seeing her friend for the first time in days and he’s also in costume.
See, this is where enforced method acting is okay and sweet and adorable.
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ALWAYS REBLOG WHEN YOU SEE SOMETHING LIKE THIS PLEASE; ITS SO MUCH MORE THAN IMPORTANT TO PEOPLE. IT MEANS EVERYTHING TO SOMEBODY AND EVEN THOUGH YOU MIGHT NOT SEE THIS IN THE SAME LIGHT, SOMEONE MIGHT. INFACT YOU REBLOGGING THIS COULD STOP SOMEONE TAKING THEIR LIFE TONIGHT.
I noticed there isn’t one here for Ireland, so
Irish free suicide helpline: 01-116 123
last time i reblogged this, i got this ask:
so please, please reblog. this could actually save a life.
keep yourselves safe!
I was scrolling down fastly to reblog after reading the picture, and I noticed my countries number while I couldn’t with everyone else’s
Always
YOU NEVER KNOW WHO NEEDS THIS
I write about some fairly heavy stuff and this is so so so important to me.
Please
Please
Please stay safe. Stay safe and alive. Even if you can only think of one thing to wake up for, dammit you woke up and I’m so proud of you. I love all of you more than i think you know, so please stay safe. 💛
Reblog to save a life
I will never not reblog.
Oh, wow I never knew my country even has that number.
Guys. You are loved.
I love you. 🌺
Writers Game! Reblog a way to express “I love you” without saying “I love you.” I’ll start:
“You’re the one person I can’t lose”
“You help keep me balanced.”
“You’re my only constant”
Reblog if you’d be okay if your friend came out as transgender
let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out
if you can’t reblog this unfollow me right now
My friend since preschool came out as trans, and I’m happy for him.
It’s not difficult, you’re just transphobic.
