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“In Europe they–”

WHERE in Europe??!? WHERE??? You mean Iceland?? Azerbaijan? The Netherlands? Liechtenstein???? THERE ARE 50 COUNTRIES IN EUROPE. ALL WITH DIFFERENT CULTURES. SO PRAY TELL ME, WHERE IN FUCKING EUROPE.

eldriitchmurmurs

in europe they got antisemitism

number-one-malloc-appreciator

papayafromtv

first time the batfamily get to hear Jason’s genuine uncontrollable laughter post his identity reveal as Red Hood is six months in, two weeks after he finally agrees to patrol with them on a semi-regular basis. post-patrol Jason has to come back to the cave for a debrief and as they’re all cleaning their gear, Damian and Jason start casually chatting about the differences between the LoA and Gotham.

“I prefer here because the training facilities in the cave are much smaller,” they hear Damian tell him. “At the compound we had acres of land dedicated to each trainable craft; not to mention the inner halls under the mountain.”

“I mean at least growing up there gave you diverse surroundings?” Jason points out. Damian looks up from his katana with narrowed eyes, squinting over at him.

“Diverse? Jason the only diverse thing about my childhood was you; you were the only white man for fucking miles. For two years straight I thought you were an albino like Uncle Dusan until mother pulled me aside and told me I had to stop acting like you being American was a birth defect.”

Jason laughs so hard he accidentally shoots the gun he’s cleaning and shatters the screen of the batcomputer while Tim’s halfway through a report, which then makes him laugh even harder. Bruce can’t even be mad about the damage, he’s just so happy he gets to hear his son happy again.

astrotheyge

Listen. I got to meet you. I got to do all this amazing stuff. I'm good. I made peace with it.

fishieguyy

across the universe

ned8-back-again

Hey guys, first day in geopolitics class. Is it a good sign when the leader of your country is posting ai videos of himself being anointed in blood?

u can be boiling alive in your mind for months and then on a random tuesday ur head gets so clear and life is worth living again and you're like damn what was all that about then

oysters-aint-for-me

there’s a used bookstore in rural western massachusetts (the montague book mill) whose motto is “books you don’t need in a place you can’t find” and i just feel like that summarizes tumblr too

oysters-aint-for-me

posts you don’t need on a site you can’t search

nealashitposts

I recently found out why my mom would never sleep around me when I was a kid. Like she’d never let herself take naps or sleep if I was awake, ever. Or if she did, she would lock her bedroom door. So when I was 6, I was asleep in my bed in the middle of the night when I hear a loud bang, like a pot being dropped and come out to the living room to see my mom standing by the window, with just a huge pile of spaghetti all over the sill, and a pot on the ground, and I ’m like “Are you gonna eat all that?” And ya’ll she get’s BIG MAD and yells at me and chases me to my room but then a little while later a bunch of cops show up and ask me a bunch of random ass questions about my art? Like this one cop lady keeps asking me to draw dragons for her?! And they seem mad as hell

I didn’t want to get arrested so I just never asked my mom for spaghettis after that. Lesson, learned. Don’t ask mom for spaghettis or she’ll call the damn police on you.

So I have this memory in my head, and it goes unquestioned until I say it outload for the first time a few months back and as soon as I say the words “When I was six, my mom called the cops on me for asking for spaghettis” My adult logic slams into place and is like “Hang on. Your mother definatly did not call the police on a 6 year old for asking for spaghetti.”

So obviously that’s not what really went down. I call up my mom to tell her how I remember it and on top of her figuring out why her kid has always been really cagey around spaghettis for the last 3 decades she tells me what really happened.

So on that night, a man tried to break into our house through the front window. It was just my mom, and her kids so she did what she felt she had too and shot him in the head. He’d been wearing a helmet, which landed on the floor under the window.

Now I just want ya’ll to put yourselves in my moms shoes for a minute here. This woman has just taken a human life. The trauma of that- the instant agony, the panic, the guilt, the fear- all of it hitting her at once, her only solace the knowledge that her children are safe. She protected her daughters. No matter the cost to her soul- her children are safe.

Then she looks up and sees her six year old staring at the inside of this mans head before saying “Are you gonna eat all that?”

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