My favorite thing about fanfic authors is they can identify any gap in a canon timeline where characters are offscreen and exploit the ever living fuck out of it
if you're really chill about a lot of stuff, you will eventually become The Person Who Can Be Told Things and unlock a secret extra layer of knowledge about your friends
my notifications are once again devolving into a spirited debate about the ethics of actions that could potentially make someone uncomfortable, and at risk of sounding like someone about to get a lot of irate anons I think we're frankly giving way too to much moral weight to hypothetical discomfort
the thing about discomfort is that it's an extremely nebulous category that can be triggered by virtually anything and that's far too broad a category to have any inherent moral quality to it. like. my mom was mad uncomfortable when I stopped shaving. that didn't mean I was doing violence against my mom it just meant she needed to get over herself. many such cases it must be said.
really losing my patience for any 'feminist' statement to the tune of 'we need feminism because women fill a fundamentally different and necessary role than men and will be better at doing x y or z'. like actually i think we need feminism because it is an unbearable death of the spirit by inches to exist in a world where you are not seen as a fully realized human being because of a single cultural determination, and because a world that enshrines such things creates systems that are fundamentally sick to the core
The (not quite) dead man and the (not quite) deadbeat one
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Summary:
One of the guy comes to talk with Red Hood. He shares a cigarette, and he shares some thoughts.
Prompt: Jason and his men.
Note:
So this is the last fic that was sitting in my folder waiting to be published for now. I hope you enjoy!
"You know, people usually try to get as far away from Batman as possible."
Jason turns his head toward the man behind him. He hopes the look of the helmet would be enough to make him leave.
"Just saying. Provoking him? Usually not the best plan."
No such luck. "You don't like my plans? You're free to leave but don't count on the rest of your salary."
The man sits down next to him. Can’t he just leave? "Nah. Working for you beats up working for the competition. Just saying. Only other guy I know that is this obsessed with Batman isn't someone I would work with."
Jason knows. None of his subordinates had worked with Joker. He made sure of it.
"And yet you work with me."
"And yet I work with you. Maybe I have a death wish."
"Batman won't kill you. And he won't kill me. And he won't kill the other guy." And isn't that the problem.
"Yeah, yeah. Cigarette?"
Jason holds out his hand to take the offered good and removes his helmet.
"Fuck," the man says almost immediately.
"What?"
"Nothing just... how old are you? You look like you're the same age as my child."
"You have a child?" And Jason immediately regrets asking. The less he knows about these people, the better.
"Yeah. Found out about a month ago. You have fun with a girl one night and then nineteen years later you get a mail. And I just," he takes a hit from the cigarette. "I don't know, you know. Maybe I do have a death wish, maybe that's why I work with you. To run away from my responsibilities."
Jason takes a hit. He Looks anywhere but at this man when he says, "What's one more deadbeat father?"
That seems to hit the man like an electric shock. "I don't want to be a deadbeat father. I'm just... I'm so late. What if I'm too late?"
"Kid is alive right? Then you're not too late."
"And what can I even bring to her? All I know is how to hurt people. All I could do is, I don't know, maybe kill someone who hurt her or something."
"Well, still better than some dads"
The man seems to realize something. "Why are you running after Batman? What are you looking for? What do you expect him to give you?"
Maybe Jason slipped. Maybe he had revealed more than he meant to.
"Doesn't matter." Bruce can't give him what he wants. He’s just starting to realize it. Still, he can't stop. Not now. Not after everything.
"I know this business. Don't ask too many questions if you want to stay alive."
"You're a smart man. And you want to stay alive."
"Maybe," the man answers, and then, after a time, he adds. "And maybe I want to keep working with you."
baseball is actually not a sport it’s just a documentary of human nature and how we battle boredom. the stuff these teams get up to while they’re waiting their turn.
and it’s hilarious when they pull pranks on each other, like attaching things to other people’s caps:
or the beloved hot foot prank:
or when they decided to put a guy’s pants over his head and make it seem like he was walking on his hands:
or when they opposing pitchers took turns playing tic tac toe every time they got on the mound:
i wish we were able to talk about women's rights without someone mentioning how much they do or don't want to have sex with them. i don't care if you're a lesbian Stop finding worth in women purely from their perceived attractiveness
"I think women should not be expected to shave for societal respect / to avoid discrimination" "yeah🤤 i love bush" ok well that's not what we're talking about is it.
i hate how many posts about trans women deserving respect always devolve into "I love girldick" or "trans rights but I don't want to date a trans person" because that's entirely unrelated to the topic at hand. you should not respond to feminism with "YESSS I loveeee you because I see you as nothing but a sex object" you people sound like other men I get stuck talking with that end up saying "free the nipple so I can see boobies in public" and thinking they're feminists. why can't we just respect women regardless of your attraction to them or not. why does it need to be brought up in every conversation regarding their rights
in retrospect, video rental stores *would* probably still exist today in some capacity had it not been for blockbuster. the nostalgia for the blockbuster browsing experience undermines the reality of how aggressively the chain snuffed out smaller video rental stores and would eventually become notorious for its abusive late fee collection policy once there were no significant competitors standing. the rise of streaming is often attributed to blockbusters demise, but what’s not often recognized is how netflix’ earliest (and most successful) marketing tactics were in fact advertising the absence of the aforementioned terrible late fees as opposed to the convenience of not having to go to the store. I was actually surprised to find out how much of blockbuster’s demise can be attributed to spiraling out of control as it attempted to manage viacom’s ever increasing debts than to the fact that people just naturally gravitated towards streaming (which is not to say that it wouldn’t have happened eventually, but).
see also: borders / barnes & noble with bookstores. amazon’s original pitch was probably more “look how convenient!” than it was “look, you can avoid the awful sterility of the inside of a barnes & noble!” but it’s interesting that with its aggressive tracking and tailoring of recommendations amazon is having machines do (in an impersonal and invasive way) what the staff at a local, non-chain bookstore would do, which is match their selection to your preferences
Barnes & nobles and Borders raced against each other, across the country, to oversaturate the bookstore market. This isn’t paranoia or conspiracy — it’s the same fucking model Starbucks used. Oh, your community supports three bookstores? We’re going to open five, until the little indies go under. Then we’ll close four of our own (sorry not sorry staff, enjoy competing with each other for a handful of positions!) and now you have no other choice. Movie rental chains did the same thing.
And then all these huge chain retailers have the fucking gall to weep and whine as amazon proceeds to wipe them out, and now I live in a small city where you just… can’t get stuff. If you don’t want to use amazon, if you don’t have a car to drive out to the big box on the highway, you literally can’t buy a pair of socks or an ice pack. No more pharmacies, no more bookstores, no more video or music stores… if this was plants and not retailers you’d call it monoculture, and you’d raise an alarm about how prone to catastrophic collapse monocultures are.
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