#about to graduate

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

How lawyering works

The opposing party: “Clint Barton is the WORST Avenger since he went into a battle with aliens armed only with a bow and arrow LOL.“

Your argument: “Clint Barton is the best Avenger BECAUSE he went into a battle with aliens armed ONLY with a bow and arrow!”

[pickleclouds]

bro i haven’t logged into this account in three years . looking back i was a FREAK

[skopostheorie]

I feel like the only person not tempted to use ChatGPT like it doesn't even occur to me as an option

I DON'T CARE THAT YOU HAVE SOME EXCEPTION AND ABSOLUTELY MUUUUST USE CHATGPT THIS ISN'T A CONFESSIONAL BITCH!!!

HI!!! READ OBÉLIX ET COMPAGNIE

You thought it was gonna be Gaylois?? NO. I've had a change of heart.

[prlssprfctn]

Bruce: I am rather concerned. Do you all, perhaps, need an additional health check? How come most of you don't hear my commands through comms from the first time?

Barbara: That's because half of them have a music blasting in their ear at the same time.

Bruce: What—

Damian: Nonsense. Neither I nor Cain do this.

Jason, shrugging: Your loss.

Barbara: And here goes a guy, who listened Hozier's Nobody Soldier and Rammstein's Rein Raus during today's shoot-out.

Dick, giggling: Of course, he would listen that—

Barbara: What are you laughing about? You had your female K-POP bands blasting on the background.

Dick: I was streaming—

Tim: During shoot-out?

Barbara: At least, they were listening music. You put Kon's forty minute lasting voice message on.

Tim, shrugging: I am not ashamed. I am multitasking, if anything.

Bruce, concerned: ...Do you all realise that all of this could serious—

(The bickering sounds intensify)

[endlessapis]

share in the act of creation

don't tag as kin/me/id/muse/etc. please ♡

[firethekitty]

last semester i wasn’t doing well in a very important class i needed to pass in order to graduate so i was working my ass off writing essays and shit and every time i started slacking i would bring up this image and i’d say “ah fuck you’re right vash i really need to keep working” and then i’d write for another two hours and i actually managed to pass and graduate and i honestly don’t know if i would’ve been able to without this picture. thank you vash

[thegreatpeanut]

senpai 🌸

[ikiprian]

Mr. Fenton is a competent teacher. Almost too competent.

If Mr. Daniel Fenton had any more than a BS (with a minor in education), Tim would’ve flagged his profile as a potential Rogue. That’s the way of most charismatic academics, at least in Gotham. (Got a PhD? Instant watchlist.) Instead, he’s Gotham Academy’s newest celebrity, as a young, passionate, out-of-towner substitute while the chemistry teacher’s on maternity leave.

Tim gets the hype. Fenton seems to genuinely love teaching, and is invested in the welfare of the student body. He hands out bananas during exam week, hosts a “study habits seminar” each month to coach effective learning strategies, and the third time Tim falls asleep in his class, he even pulls Tim aside to ask if he’s doing okay. With all the late work he accepts and the protein bars he sneaks Tim, he’s every teen vigilante’s dream teacher. He could’ve been Tim’s favorite.

In fact, Mr. Fenton was Tim’s favorite. Up until Tim walks into Mr. Fenton’s chemistry classroom for a forgotten textbook, an hour after the final bell.

On the board where tallied scores for today’s review game had been kept, “THE CHEMISTRY BEHIND DR. CRANE’S FEAR GAS: ANXIOGENICS, NERI’S, & YOU,” is now scrawled. A detailed diagram of the human endocrine system projects in front of a small crowd of adoring and attentive students.

Fenton is wrist-deep in the skull cavity of an anatomical model. A short tug, and out pops the brain.

It’s plastic. It’s fake.

Tim identifies the nearest emergency exit.

Fenton turns to the door, and in the dark classroom with the projector illuminating half his face, his eyes almost seem to flash red. “What’s up, Tim?” he asks. His friendly grin is too big for his face. “I didn’t know you wanted to join the Just Science League!”

[OR: Danny’s a science teacher at Tim’s school. Gotham’s a pretty wild place, even for someone who grew up a superhero in a ghost-infested town, so he takes it upon himself to start a club teaching kids how to manage themselves in the event of a crisis. These Gothamites are pretty hardy, but a little extra training never hurt anybody! And he suspects one of his students might be a teen vigilante, like he’d been, back in the day. As a senior super, it's Danny’s duty look out for him! Surely, this is the subtlest and most appropriate way to give the kid pointers.]

[Tim immediately assumes supervillain.]

[bb-eb-db-bb-eb-b-ab-f-b-ab]

FOR SIX LONG YEARS I HAVE WAITED FOR THIS CONFIRMATION

I NEVER STOPPED BELIEVING

[jm-chrome]

Do you guys think they gave each other flowers when the other graduated from the academy? 💐🥹

[incognitopolls]

We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

[unhappy-sometimes]

bowling doodles

next thing you know, he’s got a custom jersey and ball, a shelf of bowling trophies, and is on a local team.

i know that loid is supposed to be good at everything, but just once i’d like to see him pathetically fail at something despite his earnest efforts. every time i go bowling i am consistently surprised at how difficult it is.

[wretched-little-runaway]

it’s 2009 and jean moreau’s first game in pro league exy

he’s grieving

he’s grieving his hateful, hated ravens who fell apart after the nest closed and will never make it past the NCAA

he’s grieving his beloved trojans who saved him but he may never share the court with again

he’s grieving all he’s lost and all he will still have to give because he is jean moreau, and he always gets what he deserves

but most of all, he’s grieving because he’s expected to take his position on the court with ‘I gotta feeling’ by the black eyed peas playing in the fucking background

[byjove]

boomers and gen x will call you weak and tell you stories about their childhood and adolescence that make you want to look them in the eye and say “wow! it really sounds like everyone in your life hated you and failed you, that’s so sad!”

[yrdnzz]

and i got eyes on the back of my head, i got eyes everywhere so i know where you go