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AU, where Jason returns to Gotham, but in between of his evil mastermind plans and managing the criminal empire, he starts working in this anonymous psychological hotline services.

And gets a call from Bruce-fucking-Wayne.

Well. It is not like Bruce announces that he is Bruce Wayne — it is anonymous, after all — but Jason knows his father's voice, alright?

'I don't need a physiological help,' his father tells him the minute he picks up the phone.

Jason... Snorts.

'Of course,' he nods, making his voice nicer. 'How can I help you?'

Bruce pauses, his breath hitching for a second; almost as if he recognized Jason's voice.

'My... my son thinks I need it, but I am fine,' Bruce insists. 'Still... I want to, well, fulfil a promise I gave... for once.'

Jason rolls his eyes, a familiar irritation flaring up in green flames before his eyes. He wonders who is this lucky son that gets to have such a diligent, responsible father - Dickhead? Tim? Damian?

'I see,' he breathes out, trying to follow a protocol of the calls. 'I am sure he will appreciate your loyalty. Will you tell him about it?'

'If he appears,' something screeches in the background, and if Jason closes his eyes, he can easily imagine Bruce leaning back on the armchair, in the Batcave. 'I... He only ever appears in my dreams, my boy.'

Jason freezes.

'Excuse me?'

'I... He is dead, my son.'

Had someone else died? Jason frowns, reaching for his phone, typing anxiously Nightwing and Robin in the search bar, trying to see if there is something serious happened; because he can't be talking about the second Robin, can he-

'I am sorry,' he blurts out, eyes drifting back to notes on the table, with some common phrases that can be used in this situation. 'I... Do you want to talk about, sir?'

Bruce is silent for a while. Jason thinks he is about to drop the call, but then, he sighs heavily on the line:

'His name was Jason. And he was the brightest boy.'

Jason mutes the microphone. He thinks he is going to vomit.

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not that transphobes are ever saying anything interesting or insightful but it makes me insane when they see a trans woman who wants a uterus and start frothing out the mouth about how the sinister trans cabal is going to start harvesting organs from the poor and vulnerable... worsties do you have any idea how many trans men and cis women would be THRILLED to rehome their uterus to someone who actually wants it? all I'm doing with mine is complaining about it for a few days every month, I'd happily pawn that shit off to someone who would be happy about it. yes I am on my period why do you ask.

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I spoke too soon. She now thinks the tariffs are going to lower costs.

I've tried to explain that's not how it works but she's under the impression that the only "goods* we get from other countries is fucking furniture and electronics.

I'm losing it over here.

Guys!

My mother has finally realized that just because her cult leader is becoming president does not mean prices are going to go down!

Now, she just needs to realize she's part of a cult!

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Damian wakes up, startled. He doesn't remember what he saw in his dreams, and he is not sure what caused him to feel so anxious, but he knows what to do. The routine is easy and comforting; he just needs to find his brother Jason. So, he goes.

His bare feet against the cold floor is soundless, making no sound, and he keeps rubbing his eyes until he sees one of the doors open. It must be Jason. He always keeps the door of his room open, just in case.

There is a dim light in the room, a small lamp on the desk, where the stakes of paper are stored, and Jason is here, as tall and huge as always, tapping on his feet in an attempt to concentrate, while twirling a pen between his fingers. He is either reading or working on something else: writes down memories, afraid of them slipping away due to the Lazarus Pit hammering in his temples all the time.

Damian yawns and steps closer, tapping on his back.

'Akhi Jason,' he calls hoarsely. The body freezes, almost surprised — he is not supposed to; Jason hears him from the corridor, even if he is the most soundless kid in the whole world. 'I want to sleep.'

He never says he sees nightmares or that he is scared — just that. It always works.

Expect, this time it doesn't.

'What did you say?' Brother asks, his voice sounding so unusually stiff.

'Jason,' he repeats, more irritated this time. 'I said, I want to—'

When Jason turns around, Damian instinctively staggers back, his eyes widening.

The man in front of him is not Jason.

And for a second, Damian is panicking, until-

Until he doesn't remind himself that he is not home anymore. He is in the Wayne Manor, with his father.

With his father that looks exactly like his brother, only older, without scars, marring his face, and without a white streak that makes him look like a bird.

'Damian,' his father calls, slightly shaken. 'How do you know Jason?'

He swallows down. He is not supposed to tell about his brother. They instructed him not to.

But father has a familiar desperation in his eyes, the same one Jason had, when he was pacing around the room, muttering something incoherent, the cut out from newsletters photos of Bruce Wayne with Tim Drake in his hands, and-

And Damian shrugs.

'He is my brother,' he says, almost too innocently; because if he is going to be clueless about it, then what others will have to tell him? 'He stayed with a grandfather. It is a shame.'

Almost as if he doesn't understand what all of this implies.

'I was sleepy,' he adds. 'And got confused. My apologises, father. I shall return to my bedroom.'

Bruce stares, stares, and stares. And then, rubs his face with his hands, exhausted.

'I'll tuck you in. Let's go,' and a second later, with his voice sounding so familiarly small, just like how Jason's sounded when he first acknowledged him as his brother, he adds: 'Can you tell me more about your brother, Damian?'

And Damian tells him, of course.

He is not surprised to see the result of his work the next week.

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During the hours TikTok was shut down in the US, they took down videos that went against Trump. Videos they didn't think we'd notice were missing.

They had already decided that they were giving up. TikTok turned onto its back, showed it's stomach and let itself be eaten by the wolves that are Meta and Trump.

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For any wondering what just happened, here's the simplified version:

Step one: Trump says we should ban TikTok "because it's owned by China"

Step two: a bipartisan bill passes to ban it unless it sells out majority shares to an American company

Step three: Supreme Court upholds ban citing national security

Step four: Tiktok goes dark for JUST long enough for people to be upset about it

Step five: Trump vows he'll save Tiktok once he takes office

Step six: Tiktok posts an ad for beloved Trump fixing the issue and comes back online

Step seven: Everyone loves Trump for bringing back TikTok despite him being the one to originally introduce the concept of a ban

Step eight, presumptive: Meta takes a majority stake of ByteDance, bypassing the issue, and will own Tiktok

Step nine, definite: fucking profit

On the one hand, as a nation we are deeply unserious people, but on the other hand, ALL DEMOCRATS HAD TO DO TO AVOID THIS WAS NOT FUCKING BAN TIKTOK IN THE FIRST PLACE

I swear to God as a lifelong Democrat this party is just that gif of Sideshow Bob stepping on a rake and taking it in the face on a loop

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usamericans, do you remember in the incredibles when syndrome made the robot go haywire just so he could swoop in and 'save the day'

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At this point, I'm convinced this was all just a power move. Like the government was like, "See what we can do? We can take your stuff away if we want to."

Also the weird ass fucking message about Trump when I opened the app, like wtf?! This was 100% just a show of power.

This was never a National Security risk, this was a way to show us citizens that's they can take and give us our media however they please.

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You know I find it funny that tiktok is a National Security Issue, until the politicians realize that people are not moving to meta, which they have stock in, and that it makes so much money for America and now they are going to lose that money. That's not even getting into how they've realized that we have the power to not let them get elected again.

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Telemachus and Odysseus go fishing on the ocean once they are reunited.

While they are peacefully bobbing on the boat, a large wave slowly builds behind an obliviously happy Telemachus... and three things happen in quick succession:

- Odysseus immediately gives it a Look

- The wave drops

- Telemachus catches a whale.

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would you still love me again?

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Notebook Paper Crochet Blanket

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Okay but what people need to remember is that Penelope was a Spartan. She was the daughter of the king and queen of Sparta. Even if Odysseus hadn't shown up, she was not going to end up with one of the suitors.

She set up challenges that she knew the suitors would never pass. She didn't care that her son wasn't combat worthy cause she, herself, was more then worthy.

And just a reminder as a Spartan she probably worshipped Ares, the god that was most common worshipped in Sparta, also the god of war and protecter of women. No matter what was going to happen she was either going to die fighting off the suitors or die waiting for Odysseus to return home.

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Telemachus and Odysseus at some point

Telemachus: And then the goddess Athena appeared and helped me fight one of the suitors!

Odysseus: That's nice Telem- Wait you did what?! ATHENA!

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Odysseus:I'm not the man you married but would you fall in love with me again?

Penelope:...

Odysseus:...

Penelope:(Narrows eyes suspiciously) Move my wedding bed.

Odysseus:(Pissed off) The only way to remove it, is to destroy it-

Penelope:Exactly you idiot of a man, only my husband would know that. Now shut up and kiss me, my husband that I LOVE.

Bonus:

Telemachus and Athena outside the room

Telemachus: You never told me who your friend was that I remind you of.

Athena:...

Athena:You know what maybe you don't remind me of him.

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Odysseus: I am different, I am no longer the man you married, it's been 20 long years but if you could just fall in love with me again?

Penelope: if you can do something for me

Odysseus: anything

Penelope: move my wedding bed.

Odysseus: I can't, it's made out of a living tree, to move it I would have to destroy it. How can yo-

Penelope: oh, I thought we were asking each other stupid questions?

Odysseus:

Penelope: 'FaLl iN lOvE wItH mE aGaiN' to do that I would have had to stop loving you.