A few of the more creative spellings of Christmas I’ve come across while looking for Dear Santa letters in old newspapers this year.
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A few of the more creative spellings of Christmas I’ve come across while looking for Dear Santa letters in old newspapers this year.
And if Jason perceives his death anniversary completely differently from how his family do?
Jason, against the common belief, canonically doesn't talk about his death that much, and when he does, he feels like it is not something people need to dwell on — it is how they view and interpret his death, and the aftermath, that bothers him.
So, maybe on his death anniversary, Jason doesn't want to mourn. He wants to live. So he does. He visits his favourite places in the Gotham, chats with people he had missed, enjoys his day, and breathes, breathes, b r e a t h e s.
But once he steps in the Manor for a minute that day?
It is nothing but a kingdom of the grief.
Bruce is locked up in the Cave, straight in front of the memorial. Dick is not even around, and Jason takes a wild guess that he is visiting his grave in the meanwhile. Alfred maniacally cleans up in the library over and over, ignoring other duties. Even Tim, Tim, who technically has nothing to do with all of that, takes after others (almost instinctively), and acts along with a strange, dreadful atmosphere in the house.
And Jason is irritated, pissed off, but mostly hurt.
He is literally right here.
But once again, it changes absolutely nothing. It never does. Really.
i forgot to post this but which one of you lame ass nerds works at my dentists old office
"you know you are only supposed to have 1 apprentice maybe 2 not 15." said the wizard council member "well until people stop leaving surprisingly powerful orphans at my doorstep I'll be taking care of my 17 apprentices." The council member snapped their wand "WHERE DID YOU GET 3 MORE!"
“Do more of what makes you happy”
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25 years of ads peeled away
A warning
tomorrow
Today's the day.
oh to have a silly little house like this...
the inside has to look like this.
Clown car but instead of being filled with clowns it's full of batkids. The bad guy thinks they have Batman cornered then all of a sudden a tiny little toyota pulls up and Nightwing gets out but the bad guy's like "well it's still 25 against 2" but then Tim and Damian get out and the bad guy's confused but still confident. And then literally all the other batkids get out (they each try to make dramatic entrances but it's kinda hard because they're getting out of a car). The bad guy gets more confused with each batkid. And then the back of the car opens and Barbara gets out on a goddamn wheelchair lift (there is no way a wheelchair lift could fit in this car). Anyways then the batkids kick butt as they usually do. Is that anything.
Bad News: Our boss locked the keys inside the building.
Good News: We didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith.
Bad News: My boss finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory™. I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute girls.
Good News: A cute girl saw me do it.
Bad News: It was Maggie, and since she’s already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, she’ll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. She knows.
There are million dollar blockbuster movies that were less entertaining than the rollercoaster this post just took me on.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IS WHAT MODOK LOOKS LIKE IN THE NEW ANT MAN MOVIE
"They call you Ant-Man...? Like an exterminator? Sorry, but I don't have any picnic problems. I actually think it's kinda fun to zap little...bugs that annoy me..."
i wonder if magic is real, but only in a really mundane way.
when i was little i could almost inerringly switch back to disney channel right as the ads ended when i was channel surfing.
maybe youve never accidentally crushed a ladybug underfoot. maybe your microwave popcorn never burns. maybe you can spin around lots and lots of times before you get dizzy.
is that magic??
honestly im not sure if these are magic or just small, invisible skills. im not sure which i like better.
My ankles never twist. I’ve always been rather active, I did track for five years (all the running events), and one time while running I stepped in a hole, lost my shoe, and landed sprawling about five feet away. I pulled my shoe on and kept running.
I have a coworker who somehow makes better coffee than everyone else even though the grounds come pre-measured and all you have to do is load them up and push a button. I have a friend who has inch long nails that never break. My brother can copy origami just by looking at the finished product and my mother can do the same with knots. I knew a guy who never made an error when typing.
Maybe we all have little magics, the kind that you don’t realize you have. Just tiny things that make your life slightly better but are completely unnoticed on the outside.
Everybody talks about cutting ppl off but nobody really talks about the grief that comes with having to stand firm on that decision knowing it’s not what you wanted but what was necessary for your well-being.
but seriously though i’m sick and tired of those masterposts that are like “here! A reference site on Greek mythology for all your needs! Look it has all fifteen Greek gods on it!” And I’m like. tHERE WERE LIKE HUNDREDS OF FIGURES IN MYTHOLOGY YOUR CRAPPY HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL BIBLIOGRAPHY SITE MEANS NOTHING TO ME
if you want a basic outline of Greek mythology okay sure fine??? but like. if you want an extensive fucking reference site you are looking in the wrong goddamn places
as a self-declared greek mythology snob my reference site is fucking always this fucker right here. almost every single figure ever mentioned in a Greek text is on it, it has the most obscure gods, spirits, nymphs– it’s GREAT. You really wanna extend your mythological knowledge past the basic 12 and like four others? USE THEOI. plus plus PLUS everything is cited so you can actually read the source material written about whoever it is you’re looking at.
fucking signal boost this. i’m so sick and tired of writer’s helpers blogs referring people to sites with as much information you would get from opening a third grade mythology book jesus chriiiiiist
Look into the clear center of this Glass Onion… Miles Bron is an idiot.