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[confused-wanderer]

Alfred runs a front.

You know those posts where people accidentally stumble upon fronts for money laundering operations? And how the people just roll with it and go “fuck yeah this is a pizza store, what can we get you?” and then proceed to deliver the best pizza you’ve ever had?

That, but with the batcave. Logically, it’s impossible to get near it. There’s no way anyone strategic or analytic can trace back the batfam to find an entrance to it. But somehow this group of college kids stumble upon it on accident after getting horribly lost on their way for a 3 am snack run. They’re all sleep-deprived and so used to Gotham’s eccentricities that they honestly don’t even get alarmed when Google maps tells them to drive through a wall, even less so when it fucking WORKS.

The butler had been bored for the last couple of days, and since everyone was off on missions, the silence was adding to Alfred’s anxiety about his children. So when he sees these group of confused kids yelling into the darkness if this was bar, he says “screw it”. In the blink of an eye, there’s a decoy close to but not quite near the batcave, where Alfred turns the room into a cosy little hangout spot.

It becomes a phenomenon only for the true Gotham locals. And Gotham is protective of its own. Alfred doesn’t have to worry about telling anyone to keep it a secret, it’s now become a sort of initiation/tradition for new Gothamites when the locals think they’ve earned it. Some days Alfred keeps it well hidden when he doesn’t want to entertain, others he allows it to be found, fills up his bartending stall and waits for the chaos. People pour in, and it’s a nice cozy place just to be. Alfred’s a mean bartender, he whips up drinks like never before. Also gives advice like never before.

Some days it’s a bar, and you go there with your closest friends and as long as you clean up after yourselves and aren’t being disruptive, nobody cares. Others the menu includes tea, and it’s the time for bringing games to play with loved ones. Everyone is friendly and plays nice, because Alfred will not hesitate to pull out a shotgun for anyone who things otherwise.

People sometimes spot the bats or the justice league hovering around the location and figure it’s an exclusive occasion, and honestly a billionaire having a private bar for superheroes is not that weird at all so people roll with it.

Alfred exchanges information with others, builds his channel of gossip. He hears about the newer, local threats that emerge. The political and economic issues grieving Gotham’s citizens, and makes a mental note to tell the others. He hears Tim and Stephanie were munching on burgers last night, he guesses all their praise about his waffles were merely lies. But he also knows how Cheryl from the retirement home plays a mean BINGO, and can’t lose even if she tried. Speaking of which, he needs to hold another tournament soon not because Alfred was petty or competitive.. he was merely.. competent.

Nobody from the batfam knows about this. It’s Alfred’s favorite past time, and no one from the batfam is allowed within TWENTY feet of it.

The man’s a proper Englishman. Let him have his tea.

[l0sxrs4x11]

the delicious in dungeon hyperfixation has me in an IRON GRIP i love this show so much,,,,,currently on my third rewatch and i feel like i'm starting to really gain a deep understanding of the characters, they're all so multifaceted and it does a great job of making me feel very invested. the show feels so disconnected from common anime/manga tropes while also playing off of them at the same time which is like?? how does one even achieve that??? but they did!! and it's not even just the characters being complex but also the way that's shown to the audience in the show itself. the entire thing is almost like a collection of character studies, especially episodes like the shapeshifters and the race swap. you can tell ryoko kui put so much thought into these characters and how they would respond to EVERY situation, it's such amazing writing and i would love more shows like this where almost every facet of the main characters is thoroughly explored. there are shows that couldn't even dream of doing this much character development in like. 6 seasons, and yet dunmeshi does it all in one season without it even feeling rushed. absolute peak gimme season 2 NEOW

[they-planet404]

so i’ve heard some people asking (both to me and online) why trans people have to change our bodies, why we can’t be happy with what we were born with. it’s usually followed by “it’s what god gave you” or “since genitals aren’t gender according to you”, and i wanna take a wee moment to talk about my side of it.

i was happy with my body. i enjoyed wearing outfits that emphasised my chest and waist, i thought i looked hot as and i was comfortable with that. at the same time, i kept being misgendered. strangers would refer to me as “lady” taking one look at me, even people i had introduced myself as using they/he would use she pronouns for me. it was never anyone’s first guess that i might not be a girl.

i was asking why? i do my masculine makeup everyday, i wear my pronoun pins, i know they’ll asssume i’m a girl from my chest but why is there never a split second of hesitation? even from the people i’ve told?

whenever i asked this question i was told multiple times over. no one would see me as nonbinary if i still looked like a girl. no one would view me as who i am unless i conformed to what they expected me to be. and that was when i started hating my body. buying binders and wearing them for 10+ hours because i couldn’t go to university without it. wearing clothes purely from the male section so i could maybe hide my curves. cutting my hair down to a masculine style instead of the shoulder length one i loved to play with and style. i haven’t put makeup on in months, when taking that time to do some eyeliner, or draw some stars next to my eyes, was what gave me the confidence to leave the house.

the outfits that i used to love wearing, that brought me joy and confidence, sit in my cupboard gathering dust. i keep them, hoping one day i can wear them again, but can’t help but reach for the same “masculine” fits every time i need.

it wasn’t that i wanted to change every part of my body. i was learning to love who i was. i was using my confidence in my gender identity to build a confidence in my appearance i never had when i was using she/her. but when everyone is telling you the only way to be seen as the person you are, the person you love, you have to change lego you are” to fit with who they think you should be.

tldr; you can’t demand nonbinary and trans people conform to your ideas of what gender should look like, then ask why we’re changing our bodies so “dangerously”.

[mechamangamonkey]

listen, it’s rare that i make one of these rant posts about public identity and presence cultivation, but i am literally begging y’all to listen the fuck up here ‘cause, full offense, some of you have worms in your goddamn brains!

(and yes, this is absolutely about what happened to kit connor.)

just this morning, about an hour or so ago, i saw a bi creator on my twitter timeline talking about how they might have to hide their identity as a queer person from their family if their work gained a significant amount of traction and how, if/when that happens, they would likely end up being decried as a “straight person profiting off of queer narratives” (only somewhat loosely paraphrasing that quote because i don’t wanna reveal too much about the author in question for the sake of their privacy) and being harassed and victimized by the same “activists” who were all but calling for kit connor’s blood and ultimately forced him to come out before he was ready by accusing his very fucking existence as an actor and as a goddamn human being of being “queerbaiting”.

obviously, this is a huge issue in and of itself; it’s awful, and nobody should have to go through that crap. anybody who’s got at least two brain cells rattling around in their skull to rub together like sticks over a campfire in order to form a coherent thought can understand why that’s an issue and why forcibly outing someone has harmful repercussions for the entire queer community at large—and yes, vilifying someone who’s stayed closeted to protect themself to the point that they’re eventually forced to decide that coming out is the lesser of two evils in that situation is still forcibly outing that person even if they’re the one who ultimately ends up disclosing their identity, because forcing someone to choose between a rock and a hard place isn’t really a choice at all. many other people on this website have, correctly, pointed that out already, and we could all sit here and repeat that until the heat death of the universe.

the thing that really pissed me off about that tweet was seeing someone else in the replies say that, and i quote, “Identity gatekeeping is such a slippery slope.” no, it’s not! it really fucking isn’t!!! it’s not a “slippery slope”, it’s just plain unacceptable! someone’s identity is absolutely none of anyone else’s goddamn business!!! yes, we are living in a time of unprecedented access to a wide variety of knowledge and differing human perspectives, and in certain cases, yes, that can be a wonderful thing, but jesus christ on a flaming unicycle and the holy mother’s marvelous trapeze act—y’all, i cannot stress enough that just because the internet has revolutionized the spread of information absolutely does not mean that all information is fair game!

people still deserve the right to keep personal information about themselves to themselves unless and until they are comfortable with the idea of sharing it!

it does not matter if they’re a celebrity or not. it does not matter how many followers they have. it does not matter how popular whatever the thing they’ve worked on or contributed to is. whatever the fuck it is you’re thinking of, i promise you it does not fucking matter! their personal business is their business, and nobody else has the right to demand access or knowledge to that end—full stop.

it’s not a “slippery slope”, it’s just a straight-up cliff, and, whether they’re closeted or not, we have got to stop pushing members of our own community off of it.

whatever good you think it does closeted queer folks to see an example of someone who’s like them be successful and in the public eye, i guarantee you it does exponentially more harm to see that person be put under a microscope and interrogated about their identity until their queerness is ultimately snatched away from them to be dragged out and paraded around under the spotlight in the name of Progressiveness™ or Woke Points™ or whatever the fuck else y’all think means that you’re “winning” your online-discourse-du-jour. forcing queer famous people out of the closet does not send the message to average queer people that it’s safe for them to be out—it sends the message that they’re damned if they do and damned if they don’t.

[emojeesus]

November mood

Many of my creative friends are doing NaNoWriMo, or some version of it, and writing a lot.

Two years ago I made lofty promises to myself: I would finish my novel's first draft by the end of the year. I'd written snippets since like 2014, but Now It Was Serious.

It did not happen. I did not finish the story, but I did make significat progress. So I renewed the promise last November.

I have toiled at my current novel (and a side project when I get too bored of the same old) non-stop ever since, only having a couple of breaks for a few days when I was absolutely burnt out.

No, I have not finished it. Not even close. I estimate I am about halfway there. This story is a much bigger beast than I anticipated. Or, I find myself writing it deeper than I started out. But I enjoy it.

It has both comforted and frustrated me immensely. Some days it has been the only reason to get out of bed, if only to get my laptop and tuck myself back in with it. I have put in full working days and then some. Some days I have written 4000 words, but more often I have written a 100. Some days I have just sat and stared at it hollowly and ranted to people on Discord.

But it's all part of the process. I have made so much progress. I have learned so much about the craft. I have heard so much advice, from better and more experienced writers, on how it should be done. So many people who have told me not to edit mid-draft. I do that all the time, to catch any inconsistencies early, and also to keep myself familiar with what has already happened.

So many lectures about the importance of having your plot figured out before you start. I never do. It all unfolds as I write, and any other way would bore me out of my mind. If I already know how the story goes, why even bother writing it? My mind just cannot grasp it.

And so on. So many tips that, when I try them out, make me both bored out of my mind and not productive at all.

But also good ones. Like to stand up once in a while. Take a short walk. Go ahead and send that short story to the contest. Talk about your story. And if you feel like vomiting when you sit down to write, get up and do anything else. Come back when you don't find it fucking disgusting. You don't have to be extatic over it, but just:

Don't abuse yourself.

So in that spirit: This November I will not force myself to write a single word.

Anyone in the Nordics should be hibernating this whole month anyway. So I will shift down a gear and give myself this month off. I've earned it dammit.

[diligentskyrider]

Hi I’m writing this post for @thatsweetcancer bc they wanted to write something on this but couldn’t figure out how to word it <3 SO one of the major things that Saw focuses on is the difference between Lawrence and Adam, but thanks to a college paper I had to write I feel like their socioeconomic differences play a big difference in both they’re portrayed in the movies and how their relationship could be seen past that. It’s obvious that Lawrence is pretty well off, and probably has been his whole life (being able to go to the amount of school his job requires, and surgical oncologists make an assload of money). Adam however, has his “shithole apartment”. This plays a huge role in not only how they act but how they perceive each other.  Adam is *very* apprehensive towards Lawrence likely due to his “dog eat dog” mentality, hesitant to give the other man any information that he feels like could be used against him (For example the famous “My name is very fucking confused, what’s your name” line). He keeps his information close to his chest bc he doesn’t know who to trust, which could be because of what he does for a living. He’s careful, like a rodent, quick to flee and quick to get aggressive, because he knows that it’s what’s kept him safe for this long. This ties into the socioeconomic thing that this post’s actually about, since if he’s worried about where is next meal is coming from or if he’s gonna have water tomorrow it makes sense that he would be distrustful. He would be paranoid that people would find out about his job and rat him out, destroying his once form of income and completely fucking him over. He does what has kept him alive this long in the dark because he doesn’t know if the lights will be on when he gets home. On the other hand, Lawrence is well off, and probably has been his whole life (since he could do the schooling required for his line of work, likely at a well respected college). Because of this, he sees people like Adam almost in the way an adult looks at a child. He gets annoyed at Adam’s lack of knowledge (”Because you’d either be in terrible agony, or you’d be dead by now”), but at the same time feels as if Adam needs to be coddled. He somewhat talks down on Adam as he gets frustrated with the other man’s ignorance towards things that seem simple to him or with Adam’s constant use of deflection and sarcasm as a coping mechanism. Lawrence is a provider, though and through, this best being seen in the famous scene after Lawrence frees himself. Despite the fact he’s bleeding out and putting himself at risk for dying from blood loss (which he would be aware of), he goes out of his way to comfort Adam, to provide him momentary comfort like he would his own daughter.  ANYWAY this could pave the way for some good good domestic type stuff if chainshipping is up your alley. This is more up Archer’s alley so I’ll probably leave him to reblog this and say their piece (also bc it’s almost midnight and I’m tired) but,,, yeah enjoy my brainvomit lmao

[inky-tries-her-best]

Don’t do this: a PSA

 Hey, real talk here. I’m very memey, but I need to speak seriously for once. DON’T. DO.FRIEND.BREAKUPS.IN.A.BAD.WAY

It can hurt the other person a lot, even if it doesn’t hurt you.

If you wish to stop talking to somebody that has been your friend for a while, go up to them and say it to their face. Yes, they may be sadder than if you don’t at first, but in the long run it’s better.

If you calmly tell them you don’t wish to talk to them, they will eventually understand it. If you don’t, they may think it’s their fault, they may feel bad or guilty, they’ll feel worse for a longer time.

Until they reach out to another friend to feel better, or they learn they don’t need to feel bad and they DID nothing bad. OR UNTIL SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS

Not only speaking about suicide, I also include self-hate, low self esteem and others like depression. IN SHORT: YOU CAN SEVERLY HURT SOMEONE BY LEAVING THEM WITHOUT A WORD.

“/p>

I myself was victim of one of theese. I have mentioned it before, and I’m not scared to talk about it. I WILL NEVER BE ASHAMED of something that was not my fault. I had been friends with this group of friends for… 8 and a half years more or less.

I was the “leader of the group”. I helped them when they cried, stopped them from fighting with eatchother and such, gave them a hand with schoolwork…

A bit more than two years ago, my family moved. Not too far, a 15 minute car ride, easy right? THERE WAS EVEN A BUS AND A TRAIN that took from where they lived to where I lived. They almost cried when I told them I left the place where we took classes for another one where I now live. “we will visit you weekly” “we will call you” “Don’t leave please” they said. ALL LIES. I found myself in a rather bad social situation where I moved. I didn’t fit in with my new class. They acted almost opposite to me, we liked no things in common… They thought of me as “weird” in a bad, BAD way.

I, of course, was counting on the support of my friends to get through things.

But things went worse, a girl started stealing things of mine, drawings, and actual objects. She shitalked me behind my back, because I ACTUALLY INTIMIDATED HER IN PERSON. When she said something wrong about me or others, I’d look at her, and she’d do a fake apology and shut up. NOT BEHIND MY BACK, OF COURSE.

It was daily shittalk behind me. I felt horrible, and helpless. I needed my friends to support me. I’d message them to meet eatchother and their replies were always along the lines of “I’m busy” “I have something to do that day…” They never texted me first, they never checked on me even after I told them someone was shittalking me daily and I had like one only friend

BUt I’m certain they didn’t. They posted daily selfies with eatchother on instagram. They were hanging out with eatchother. I eventually clicked. I DIDN’T NEED THEM.

I was alredy talking with the girl who became my best friend today, who saw me “rebelling” against the shittalker and decided to do so as well.

I dropped my old friends and started to see my current one more often.

Then the old ones started calling me, missed calls, messages. But I decided that I had enough. They stopped talking to me when I needed them most and I had always been there when THEY needed me.

They were out of my life from that point on and I haven’t seen theme since. And things only got better. My friend and I are way better now, we haven’t seen Shittalker in forever and we probably never do it again. I’m pretty happy with how things have ended up. But I went through so much because of a bad friendbreakup.

I only have two things left to say: -If you are going to not be friends anymore with someone do it right -If a friend has started to not say anything to you, is making you feel bad, and you have alredy tried to save your friendship with no result. I consider them a toxic person. PLEASE DO CUT TOXIC PEOPLE OUT OF YOUR LIFE. It hurts but it gets better, I’ve been there.

Much love and thanks for reading till the end

I’ve written this hugeass textpost because X has reminded me of how I felt back then, and I don’t want anyone else to feel like that.

This is all I can do for now.

[l0sxrs4x11]

dramatical murders has the longest demo i've ever played holy guacamole,,,,,im really enjoying it tho i'll definitely buy the full game when i can. but i genuinely can't decide who i wanna pursue yet!! i haven't met the last guy yet but he doesn't seem interesting to me whatsoever so it's just between the other three and man,,,,i like em all tbh LMAO. koujaku is a big green flag, he's super caring and sweet towards aoba and the whole samurai look is very striking and pretty. clear is such a silly little dude and i honestly love that, plus the gas mask kinda adds a little mystique that i find very intriguing. i'd love to learn a bit more about him before i decide anything tho, wanna know what im working with yknow. noiz has a very cool design, i rlly like hacker characters, but so far he's a total asshole so i'm looking forward to seeing how the game makes him likeable LMAO. overall this game is very fun i'm looking forward to seeing how things play out :3c