Andulka
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Three Goblin Art
Origami Around
Sade Olutola
Janaina Medeiros
we're not kids anymore.
No title available
#extradirty
PR's Tumblrdome
One Nice Bug Per Day
Discoholic 🪩
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Not today Justin
wallacepolsom
izzy's playlists!
Stranger Things
Claire Keane
No title available
Keni
seen from Germany
seen from Poland
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from Netherlands
seen from Finland
seen from Japan
seen from Nepal
seen from Hungary
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from Austria
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Romania
@southsidesantos
Hi, I'm Sonny!
I've been described as:
• scary dog friend
• "I thought you were mean at first but it's honestly just your face"
I don't know why YOU might be here, but I'm a serial reblogger and its mostly gonna be Batman-adjacent/DC Comics stuff.
Prone to spilling my guts. Thanks for swinging by!
can we have ma , pa kent and the rest or the super fam's reaction to timkon baby . its just been so stuck in my mind little baby
Pa, holding the baby: So this is our great-grandson?
Clark: No, Pa, not-
Pa, glaring at Clark: This is our great-grandson, Clark. Our great-grandboy.
Clark: He has Conner's DNA and Tim's, he's like Conner was, not really-
Pa, adamantly: I'm a farmer, Clark. I know all about DNA and genes and I got to say, he's got my nose. Like you did.
Clark: Sure, pop.
Ma, holding her great-grandson: You remind me so much of your grandpa. But you won't chew on my vacuum cleaner, won't you? No, you won't, because your mommy is so clever, isn't he? Tim, dear, have another cookie.
Tim, full to bursting: Mrs Kent-
Ma: You know full well that it's Ma. And you need your strength. Now, once you're done your cookies, you go have a lie down, you hear?
Lois, eyeing Clark pushing a pram: Did you fuck Bruce Wayne again?
Clark: Oh my god Lois, Dick is not my biological son, put away the red string, you didn't connect the dots.
Okay, hear me out.
One of the quiet background realities of the Star Wars galaxy is that it is spectacularly bad at labor. Not just “late-stage capitalism” bad, but structurally, culturally, and institutionally allergic to the idea that workers should have enforceable protections. You’ve got child soldiers, child labor, debt slavery, corporate fiefdoms, and a Republic that can field a galaxy-spanning bureaucracy but somehow never gets around to standardizing “maybe don’t enslave people.” The Empire of course doesn’t fix this; it industrializes it.
So in that environment, formal labor law is either nonexistent, unenforced, or actively hostile. Which means if you’re operating in a sector where the state either can’t or won’t protect you, you get a classic historical pattern: workers build their own rules.
Enter the gray economies.
Groups like the Smugglers' Alliance (Legends) and the Bounty Hunters' Guild (new canon) look, at first glance, like professional associations for criminals. But if you squint at them through a labor history lens, they start to look a lot like early, proto-union structures — especially the kinds you see in maritime or extralegal industries on Earth.
Think pirate codes (yes actual ones, Pirates of the Caribbean didn't make that up). Think matelotage agreements. Think dockworker brotherhoods that predate formal unions.
Because what do these groups actually do?
They:
set norms for compensation and contracts
regulate competition to prevent destructive undercutting
provide a framework for dispute resolution
establish reputational systems (“you don’t honor contracts, you don’t get work”)
That’s industry self-governance in the absence of law.
Take bounty hunting. Without something like the Bounty Hunters' Guild, the field collapses into chaos: clients don’t pay; hunters underbid each other into oblivion; jobs get duplicated, interfered with, or sabotaged. And nobody trusts anybody!
The Guild steps in and says: here are the rules of engagement. Here’s how claims work. Here’s how you get paid. Here’s what happens if you break contract.
That’s basically a union crossed with a licensing board and a regulatory agency, just without any moral pretense.
Same with the Smugglers' Alliance. Smuggling is inherently risky, decentralized, and dependent on trust networks. If everyone is constantly betraying everyone else, the whole system stops functioning. So instead, you hash out agreed-upon routes and territories, informal protections against betrayal, mechanisms for information sharing, and consequences for breaking the code
Again: not altruism. Stability.
And the reason this emerges specifically in gray/illegal sectors is because they have to. The Core Worlds might pretend they have laws, but those laws don’t meaningfully protect the people actually doing dangerous, itinerant, high-risk work. So the margins of the galaxy — where enforcement is weakest and risk is highest — become the places where labor organization evolves first.
Which is very historically grounded.
On Earth, some of the earliest labor protections didn’t come from governments; they came from workers in dangerous, decentralized industries—sailors, pirates, miners—who literally wrote their own rules because no one else was going to save them.
Pirate codes, for example, often included:
compensation for injury
shared distribution of loot
limits on captain authority
Which is … shockingly progressive compared to a lot of contemporary working conditions (cough Amazon cough).
So in the galaxy far, far away, you end up with this ironic inversion:
The “legitimate” systems — Republic, Empire, megacorporations — are exploitative, inconsistent, or indifferent.
The “illegitimate” systems — smugglers, bounty hunters — are the ones building functional labor frameworks, because they need to survive.
And that feeds back into why the galaxy feels so unstable overall. There’s no universal baseline of rights. Everything is hyper-local, network-dependent, and contingent on whether you’re inside a system that has rules you can rely on.
If you’re a clone trooper? You are literally property.
If you’re a factory worker on a corporate world? Your protections are whatever your employer feels like offering.
But if you’re a smuggler or a bounty hunter?
You might actually have clearer expectations about your pay, your risks, and your recourse — because your “union” is the only thing standing between you and total chaos.
So yeah: the Smugglers’ Alliance and the Bounty Hunters’ Guild aren’t just flavor. They’re a glimpse of what labor organization looks like in a galaxy where the state has fundamentally failed to provide it.
Which is both deeply funny and a little too real.
#you're telling me han solo is a union man? (via @professorsparklepants)
Han Solo look SO MUCH like a union man.
Sometimes Red Hood does some work for Batman
A non-exhaustive survey of things found in the apartment of one Dr.Ryland Grace, post Hail Mary launch.
- Broken lock (No one knows where his keys are anymore. No one cared to look for them when Stratt had the power to break in without consequence.)
- Obnoxiously pattered, well-loved couch
- Light throw blanket in a faded orange color
- A very nice coffee table that is truly a mess
- A pile of unmarked student assignments next to a pile of marked assignments
- A pack of cheep blue ballpoint pens
- A mostly empty pack of cheep yellow highlighters
- Three sticker books
- One empty mug, directly behind a mug half full of coffee. Both depict foxes.
- Printed packet of information about the Petrova Line, clearly hand-compiled from several sources and bound with a binder clip
- A hole in the scattered papers where another packet of information possibly used to lay.
- Metal filing cabinet, covered in student artwork. Several pieces depict foxes.
- Collection of graduation invitations from former students
- Collection of old lesson plans, tests, assignments, and handouts for a middle school science class
- Bachelors of Science in Biology awarded to Ryland Grace
- Masters of Science in Integrative Biology awarded to Ryland Grace
- Doctorate of Philosophy in Molecular Biology awarded to Ryland Grace
- Bachelors of Science in Science for Secondary Education awarded to Ryland Grace
- Pin board with more student artwork, several to-do lists, and information on the Petrova Problem. There is a section in the middle where things have obviously been removed.
- A bed with simple, dark sheets and matching comforter. Several colorful blankets and no less than three fox plushes cover its surface.
- A single bedside table. It’s wooden and remarkably ornate for the room.
- Printed packet of information about California foster parent requirements, several sections have been highlighted
- Fox slippers
- Cheep particleboard dresser. The drawers are all pulled out and appear to be ransacked. What clothing that does remain is dark in color but varied in texture.
- A space on top of the dresser is completely clear. It’s obvious that something used to sit there but no longer does.
It’s obvious that someone used to live here but no longer does.
so yeah this is destroying me
do you ever tell people you’ll be going to sleep but then you don’t and you have to not do anything noticable online for the sake of it seeming as if you didn’t lie to them
the last time i got sloppy with this @tinynaught Columbo’d me
this post is classic tumblr in a lot of ways but the one I appreciate the most is that the second post happened eleven years after the first one. one of these days I’m going to see a reply to a post by someone younger than the post itself and we’re all just going to have to deal with it
Community – 6.04: Queer Studies & Advanced Waxing
study group awakens so many things in local dean that he's left as confused as he was when he started
Baby Globe, Wikipedia’s 25th birthday mascot
hey so yeah i would die for baby globe. dont fuck with me on this.
carl or whatever his name is
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
guys i'm gonna cry. dev is a real official ao3 tag now.
happy gotcha on ao3 day, dev!
it's dev's birthday so i'm celebrating by reblogging this!
SIX YEARS, DEV!
one of my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE characters in ALL of fiction btw thank you for ur service!!!!
Damian appears from the shadows inside the Batcave riding a giant black dog
Dick: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST DAMIAN! Where tf did you come from?!
Damian: Everyone meet Wuxian!
Dick: You didn't answer my question, and what tf is Wuxian supposed to be?!
Damian: He's a hellhound! My friend's hellhound had a litter, and he saw how much I loved Mrs. O'Leary, so he gave me one of the pups since he knew I'd give them the utmost care!
Dick: That's a puppy?!
Bruce: *massaging his temples* and I suppose we're keeping Wuxian in the manor/barn too?
Damian: Ofc we are father! Why would you question that? Besides, Percy also gave me Wuxian because he knew shadow travel would be a great addition to Robin's arsenal!
seriously one of my fav rocky fanart tendencies is when he just looks like this
Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends
Slams the reblog button so damn fast
been laughing at this for like five minutes
(Batman: Dark Patterns #12)
212._.film
then & now ♡
jason todd and dick grayson.... i love my boys.
the person i love is never going to love me back and i don't know what stage of grief im at. most days its acceptance. on others i feel like im stuck at bargaining. but theres always an undercurrent of depression.
things could obviously be worse, but they could be so, so much better. worst part is they're so nice to me. they tell me they care and that they don't want to make me feel sad or anything like that.
i feel like i should just let go but every time i think of doing so i feel like its just another death i need to die out of the hundreds in my past. no grave, no headstone, no flowers, no mourners. just a death i have to die with no meaning and nothing to prove it was real.
im tired.
