#also sorry jonno

[karaspal]

oh… oh no… jon kent corrupt now… anways, a room in the kent apartment just got available. lor, pack your stuff, boy!!! your folks got blown up and you have a new home now. and your new name is CHRIS KENT now btw! and your parents? CLARK KENT AND LOIS LANE!!!!

[a-suspicious-lack-of-bagel]

I've been having some thoughts about knowledge, understanding, processing, and recall. Why is it that the teachers I got on with best - and most enjoyed the classes of - were my Physics and Maths teachers, yet my worst subjects academically were extension 2 maths and physics? (This one got rather long - 10.5 more paragraphs under the cut).

I think it's to do with what's being tested - knowledge vs understanding. As @dorianbrightmusic recently pointed out to me, I tend to have better understanding than I do knowledge - that's just how I learn. This means (at least for me) that, for example, I am alarmingly good at pretending to be prepared at uni: I can sit there in my tute, having barely skimmed one of the 3 set readings and not watched the lecture; and yet I'm still engaged in the tutorial discussion - and at the end, it's my one-sentence summary that goes on the whiteboard for our group.

The secret to an excellent participation grade (at least, in my experience) seems to be one's ability to PROCESS information: to absorb, synthesize, and have ideas about the topic of discussion - and while some prior knowledge is useful and highly recommended, it's not always necessary. Unfortunately for my marks, however; participation requires attendance (how inconvenient!); and EXAMS are more a measure of one's knowledge.

In an exam, you're typically expected to apply your acquired knowledge to a series of questions or problems. Rather than your ability to process information, an exam tests your ability to RECALL information - especially under time pressure. Sure, this is partly a comment on my lack of exam preparation; but my high-achieving colleagues went into their maths and physics exams armed with a catalogue of practice problems and a list of formulae used to solve them - whereas I walked into the hall with only the small reference sheet provided, and then mashed formulae and problems together willy-nilly until an answer appeared.

As a brief side note, I find essays to require a combination of both processing AND recall, as they're both persuasive and informative in nature. "Here's the cool idea I had" (processing), "here's my evidence" (recall), "and therefore I'm right" (processing again). Hence the subjects where my enjoyment tended to better match my marks: English and History.

Returning to my topic; unfortunately for me, it tends to be faster to recall stored knowledge than apply acquired understanding - and so my marks were less good than I'd have liked. Sure, I had no issues tackling the hardest problems in the exam; but if the "easy" questions take you just as long, you run out of time before you can get to them. It's much easier to apply a formula than invent one - so if you can just learn them all beforehand, you'll work faster. (Stay tuned for my next lecture: the many problems with how assessment is done, and why it still probably shouldn't change!)

Anyways, that's why I tend to prefer the theoretical to the applied (although other reasons also apply there), and that's why I got on so well with my y12 maths and physics teachers. Some of my earlier teachers were experts in navigating the education system, with a passion for their subject; but these two were experts in their subject, with a passion for teaching. (And also kind, intelligent, and neurodivergent; which helps.)

It's been apparent to me for a while that I'm never going to be a talented student of either maths or physics. The conclusion I've come to recently, though; is that I AM an excellent physicist and mathematician (well, at least I am when that's what I put my effort into). I'd be a perfectly good post-graduate academic - it's a tad unfortunate that "graduate in relevant field" is a prerequisite.

There's a saying that "those who can't do, teach; and those who can't teach, teach PE". That's bullshit. I've met teachers FAR more competent than many professionals in their fields; and one of the best teachers I've had's subject was PDHPE. (And a good thing too - it's Remarkably hard and ENORMOUSLY important to teach kids about consent, especially when your classes consist of a bunch of feral teenagers with VASTLY different experiences, prior knowledge, and sometimes trauma!)

However, I do think we need more people who can't RECALL so easily; who are intelligent but not always conventionally "academically gifted", in teaching. My Gran is admittedly biased (teacher who retired but refuses to stop teaching) but she thinks my vocation is in teaching - and for all the above reasons.

The world could use a few less paediatric bureaucrats with a passion for physics; exceptional though they are at the craft of marks-improvement. Instead, in my opinion, the world needs a few more physicists with a passion for teaching - their students end up with more brilliance than efficiency; and if they choose to stay in their field, they'll end up with more satisfaction for the same productivity.

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

Some aesthetic photos of the cebularze~

And some forszmak lubelski so the boy won't go hungry

And I'm afraid the further west and north he'll go the less spicy the food will get :( (until he gets to Spain) but in the meantime can I offer him some pierogi z serem (with quark cheese) in these trying times

(They're sweet! And usually served with sour cream and/or sugar)

Thank you so much for sending Jonno to Lublin OP, we'll cherish him and love as our own Jonatan (pronounced with a "y" at the beginning) Nasłuchiwacki can live by the Bystrzyca in Stare Miasto, always in a 500m radius of some church and be happy

Today I learned that Lublin, Poland, and Ljubljana, Slovenia are entirely different places... I have made an Error.

Screw it. In this house we commit to the bit. He has taken a massive detour to the north in search of pierogi z serem and cebularze.

@blueflyingturtleontheway and the rest of polish tumblr: I know pierogi but what are cebularze? How do they compete with gyulai kólbasz?

Slovenian tumblr: what delicious dishes does Ljubljana boast that might tempt him back on course?

[losergames]

I am gonna WRING Maz's neck, oh my God. First you yell in my face and steal my shit, THEN you force me to go on a ride that almost killed me??

Also, read the fucking room, mate— the only people who still carry cash in their wallets are those who are worse off than you are because rich twats don't carry cash, they use credit cards, WHY are you pickpocketing someone's rent money?? Someone who, mind you, was still in office attire, so clearly not RICH!!

And now I am being dragged back to the damn situation after being paid out because of THEM?? "Maz told us why you were in the car" I AM SURE WHAT THEY HAD SAID WAS A BOATLOAD OF SHITE!!

Yeah I took the damn bribe! Maz almost killed me, it's restitution!!

My wet cat of an MC don't deserve this :(((((

I also did a run where I refused the ride twice and I like that MC didn't encounter any more trouble after all that. <3 I like to think they will eventually bag a wealthy spouse in a wacky romcom scenario thanks to a patented Jonno screw up and end up being slightly richer than him. <3 They deserve it!!

Anyway, in case it's not clear, I am enjoying this story a lot. <3

sorry this is late, i had to hold onto this ask bc it made me laugh. love when people get so mad about the narrative and still love it -- i know i am doing something good 😌

also, new unofficial official canon, the mc just falls into wealth if they never meet the crew which is even funnier

[dickfuckk]

A list of season 2 cast and crew members, confirmed and speculated

I will try and keep this updated

Not counting the obvious ones

Please note that this is a list of both cast and crew members, so PAs and such are also included and not just actors

sorry in advance that 90% of my sources come from instagram

A

Aaron Morton (Camera) - he’s listed on the very last picture as the camera-man

Adam Stein (Writer)

Alan F. (English solider)

Alexandria S.

Alistair Gregory - from this tweet so uncertain, but followed me back on my bts instagram account so seems to have some interest in ofmd

Amy Tunnicliffe

Amanda M. (Wedding guest)

Andrew DeYoung (Director) - I don't remember if there was any other reason than the fact that he was in Aotearoa during filming

Andy Rydzewksi (Cinematographer)

B

Brian Badie (Hairstylist)

Bronson Pinchot ("Torturer")

Bryn Seager - I don't remember why but I follow him

Bryony Matthew (Food stylist)

C

Cora Montalban (Makeup and/or hairstylist) - I believe she was tagged in an instagram story once, and she's followed by a ton of cast and crew members

D

Daniel Fernandez (Spanish priest)

David G. (Stand in)

Dennis Bailey (Hairstylist) - Leslie revealed that he's there.

Don A. (Swampy Town folk)

E

Eliza Cossio (Writer)

Erroll Shand (Prince Ricky)

F

Fernando Frias (Director)

G

Grant Lobban

Gypsy Taylor (Costume designer)

H

Haroun Barazanchi - I'm gonna be honest, I have no memory of why I suspect this guy will be working on season 2, but I follow him hgjfdks

I-J

Jaden McLeod

Jason Samoa, possibly spotted on location

Jemaine Clement, pretty sure this is only based on his friendship with Rhys and Taika tbh

Jes Tom (Writer)

Jessica Lee Hunt (Makeup artist) - followed by a ton of crew and cast members and I believe she's been tagged in instagram stories and such

John Mahone (Writer)

Jono Capel-Baker (Groom)

Jonno Roberts didn't get the role from his audition, but could still have gotten a different role - hung out with Ruibo

K

Karl L. (Action extra)

Kate Fu

Kathleen Zyka Smith ("Red Flag")

Kosuke Iijima (Fabricator/Sculptor?) - due to interaction on this post

Kris Gillan (Fabricator/Sculptor)

Kura Forrester - followed by quite a few cast and crew members, but I don't remember if there was anything else to it

L

Laura Stables (SFX makeup artist)

Leanne - followed by cast and crew

Lee Tuson

Leslie Jones (Spanish Jackie) - she's spoiled this so many times, but gjfhdks

Leyla - followed by a lot of cast and crew members, don't remember if there was more to it than that

Luke V. (Stand in)

M

Ma Christina C. ("Red Flag")

Madeleine Sami (Archie)

Maddie Roche (PA) - read the tags idk lmao

Maddy Powell - this double rainbow photo is for sure from the first day of filming and nathan commented on her post

Maggie Philips (Music supervisor)

Mark Black (Henchman)

Mark Mitchinson (Hornigold)

Martin D. (Wedding guest)

Megan Vertelle (Set decorator)

Mike Berlucchi (Cinematographer)

N

Nareemun S. (Stand in)

Nat Van Halle - Has been hanging out on set with crew and cast

Natalie Torres (Writer)

Nathan Foad (Lucius)

Nathaniel Goodman - listed as camera-man

Nicola Dove (Photographer) - I'm guessing she'll be the season 2 version of Aaron Epstein

O-P

Paul Murphy (Director)

Q-R

Ra Vincent (Production designer) - He's the one in a white t-shirt and sunglasses or smth on his head

Rachel Forman - followed by a lot of cast and crew (including taika, nathan, madeleine, alex etc.) and Fernando made a post saying goodbye to Aoteroa, and she commented and he said he would miss her

Rachel House - Suspected due to her hanging out with cast and crew, but could be nothing

Richard B. ("Republic of Pirates")

Ringo R. ("Republic of Pirates")

Rory Davis - followed by cast and crew

Ruibo Qian

S

Sha M. ("Republic of Pirates")

Simone Nathan (Writer)

T

Tammy Davis - pretty sure it's just based off of this post which could be nothing

Tara Lauren (Makeup artist)

Tenesse Murfitt (Hairstylist) - followed by a ton of cast and crew members, and I believe she's been tagged in instagram stories

Tino L. (Stand in)

Toa Paranihi - I honestly don't remember why this was speculated or possibly confirmed, but I follow him on instagram and so do a couple of the cast and crew members

Ty Evander

U-V

Vanessa Vandy (Cinematopgrapher) - don't remember why i suspect her, but i follow her

W

Will Giles (Set designer)

X-Z

Zach Douglas

Zackery Alexander Stephans (Writer)

Zak Enayat - he has just been very openly working on the show, and is followed by cast and crew members

Zayre Ferrer (Writer)

[bowserinthesky]

Oh, thanks for tagging me Jonno! Sorry cause only now that I saw it :p

Just a disclaimer: my mom been visiting for a month so this actually influence some answer, so that's probably why there is zero anime in this list xd

Last song: the last I actually remember listening was Pais e filhos by Legião Urbana that was passing in the radio

Last movie: everything everywhere all at once! Really enjoyed It and recommend!

Last show: Last show I finished is Wednesday! Fun show!

Currently watching: Downtown Abbey! When I'm with my mom I like to try some historical dramas to watch with her

Currently Reading: ... Yeaaahhh... My reading is really poor lately, so other than ocasionally some manuals related to work I haven't been reading a lot

Current obsession: Splatoon just got an update so that's my most recent obsession, trying salmon run and the New weapons and specials

For tagging... Dunno, @light-wolf , @redfagdiver @exceptionally-stupid, @asten and @tigerbleps and any other mutual that feels like since I feel I can't tag everybody I want... Also, If you don't want to answer you don't need to

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better.

Tagged by @seleneastra

Last song: I wanna be adored - The Stone Roses

Last movie: Saptapadi (1961)

Last show: Abbott Elementary S1 ( i was obsessed)

Currently watching: The Last of Us, Abbott Elementary S2

Currently reading: Maurice - E. M. Forster ( rewatched the movie recently and I had to check out the novel)

Current obsession: I've been obsessed with old Uttam Kumar movies recently, I mean you can't blame me, just look at the guy <3

Tagging: @beingdevipdf @deesi-academia @borah @rone-do-please @torivegafromindia @buckley-robin @little-wlw-froggie

[bad-entertainment]

Stand Atlantic in Montreal, Quebec - 06/14/2022

[spider-jaysart]

@adalineozie

Omg! That is just hilarious!! Lmao😂😂 I love it!

And then once Lois comes back home, she's just like: Clark?! Why do both of the boy's have swords in their hands?! I thought we had all agreed on the answer being no????

Clark: Trust me, Lois, I'm pretty sure I made the right choice here by giving it to them, cause if I didn't, they would've just gotten it from Lex instead and I don't trust whatever kind of sword he'll try giving them at all

Lois, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance: (Sigh) I can't believe this right now

Clark: Well, hey, here's the good news at least, I said before they can even have any actual real swords of their own, they both must learn how to use fake ones first during training, see?

Jon, as him and Conner are both using harmless small wooden toy swords on eachother: Dad! This is getting kind of boring! Can we please just use our real ones now?

Conner: Yeah, Pops! Can we???? Cause this is just starting to feel like a kiddish game now instead of actual training

Jon: Ha! (Pokes Conner with his toy sword) Got ya!

Conner: I don't think so, little bro! (Accidently hits Jon on the head with his own toy sword by mistake while actually trying to make a playful comeback)

Jon: Ow! What the heck?!

Conner, concerned: Oops! I'm sorry, Jonno! I didn't mean it-

Jon: Whacks Conner's sword with his own, causing it to fly through the roof, making a wide hole in the living room ceiling

Conner:

Also Conner: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT????!!!

Jon: Ha! Just like Damian taught me! A persons always at their weakest whenever they let their guard down!

Conner: WE WERE JUST TRAINING WITH TOY SWORDS!! HOW SERIOUS COULD YOU BE???!!!

Jon: Very serious..... Actually, I feel really bad now, you can keep mines

Conner, holding onto Jon's toy sword now: ... (Sniff) but it's just not the same anymore!

Lois, looking at Clark, with her arms crossed: (=-=)

Clark: Uh, heh, see? Like I said, good thing that they aren't allowed to use real ones of their own yet

@camo-wolf @theredheaded-stuff @paladin-of-nerd-fandom65

My friend @theredheaded-stuff showed me this panel of Damian carrying this giant sword around and I then just came up with this whole scenario lol😂

Damian just walking into the Justice League base with Bruce, while carrying his giant sword around like in the picture above, just shocking everyone in there with it

Clark: Bruce???? You just let him carry that around with him?????

Bruce: Well, it's what he wanted, so I said it was fine with me

Hal: ARE YOU SERIOUS???? JUST LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT THING!! HOW DOES HE CARRY IT AROUND WITH SUCH TINY ARMS????!!!

Damian, points sword at hal: DON'T CALL MY ARMS TINY!!!

Barry: DON'T HURT HIM!!!!

Oliver: ....Now I can see why my son Connor was begging me to let him get a giant sword last week. Good thing I said no to him CAUSE THAT WOULD JUST BE CRAZY JUST LIKE YOU RIGHT NOW!

Bruce: Hey! Don't tell me how to raise my kids!

Oliver: WHERE DOES HE EVEN PUT THAT THING WHEN HE'S TIRED OF HOLDING IT OR WHILE DOING SOMETHING???? IN HIS BACK POCKET????!!!

Bruce: You know what? Yes he does, CAUSE I BUILTED ONE FOR HIM! AND IT'S CALLED THE BAT POCKET!! And maybe if you would get your son a giant sword too, than maybe he would feel just as cool as my son right now, because just using arrows to fight crime is nothing new and it's just boring!!!!

Oliver: Take that back right now

Diana, suddenly walking into the room: (GASP!) OH MY! WHAT IS HE HOLDING????

Bruce, with his arms crossed in annoyance: A sword. Are you gonna start giving me some judgey comments about my parenting skills too?

Diana: Absolutely not! I believe it is one of the best choices for being used as weapons!! Let me see! (Runs over to Damian to get a better look)

Diana, examining it: Oh, it is just very marvoules!

Damian: Thank you

Diana: You've made the right choice setting him up with such a wonderfully and beautifully crafted sword that would protect him very well in combat! It is even big enough to destroy dangerous beasts during battle as well!

Bruce: Why thank you (looks at the rest of the League with a smirk)

Everyone else: ????

(Both Damian and Diana bond over their love for swords after this)

Damian showing it to Jon during a fight on patrol in Metropolis:

Jon: OMG! What is that?!

Damian: It's a sword, Corncob (=_=)

Jon: Well, yeah, I can see that for sure, I'm just wondering about how are you even carrying it???? And where did you get it from???!

Damian: Simple! I'm just that strong enough to carry it! And it was gifted to me! Now watch this!

(swings sword at a random tree behind him, making it fall on top of an incoming giant Lexcorp robot as he turns around to face Jon with a confident proud smile)

Jon, jaw dropped: (GASP!).... I'VE GOTTA ASK MY DAD TO GET ME ONE TOO!!!!

Damian: You should

Later:

Bruce, calling Clark: Clark? My son said that he left his Twizzelr pack at your house during a sleepover

Clark: What? Which one?

Bruce: We'll, he only brought one with him. They were specificly the red cherry Twizzelr's that he had with him-

Clark: No, I mean which son?

Bruce: The older one

Clark: Dick?

Bruce: No

Clark: You don't mean Jason than, do you?

Bruce: Of course not, I'm talking about my smaller one

Clark: Damian????

Bruce: No! Tim! How could you not know???? He was having a sleepover with Conner yesterday, remember????

Clark: I-....Ugh, It's just that I'm having a hard time focussing today since Jon keeps begging me and Lois to get him a sword after seeing Damian with it and I keep telling him no

Bruce: Get it for him

Clark: Absolutely not! He could hurt himself with it

Bruce: You and your son are both invulnerable, Clark, so I think he'll be just fine

Clark: I'm not getting him a sword!

Meanwhile with Jon:

Jon, flopping onto his bed with annoyance, talking to Damian on his phone: Aughhh! Damian, you wont believe it! My Mom and Dad won't let me get a sword! They say it's too dangerous!

Damian: -tt- Nonsense! It is a perfectly fine weapon to use in combat as long as you have enough training with it!

Jon: I know! It would just be so cool if I could have one! But they think that I won't be able to actually use it properly! Hmph!

Damian: Well, that stinks

Jon: Totally!

Damian:

Jon:

Damian:

Jon: Is it okay if I could maybe try out yours-

Damian: No, you're not touching my sword

Jon: :(

[incorrectbatfam]

Eagle Ridge

Jondami Week day 1: Domestic | Roommates | Adopting a pet

Summary

“I don’t see why I must partake in this excursion. I already have all the survival skills I need.”

“This isn’t survival, D. This is fun.”

“You got everything? Toothbrush? Bug spray? You know which numbers to call in case of an emergency?”

“Yes, Dad. Mom made me triple-check before we left.”

A large hand ruffled his hair. “Just making sure. Your first time away from home is a big deal, Jonno.”

“It’s one night,” Jon said as he waited for his turn to load his luggage. 

“Maybe now, but next thing I know you’ll be off to college and I’ll only see you at Christmas.”

Jon laughed. “You’re so dramatic.”

Several feet away, also waiting for the other kids to load, Damian scoffed. “I don’t see why I must partake in this excursion. I already have all the survival skills I need.”

“This isn’t survival, D, this is fun.”

“What’s so fun about being devoured alive by mosquitos and sharing a washroom with a random person.”

Jon rolled his eyes. “Jeez, I already feel sorry for your bunkmate.”

Bruce placed a hand on Damian’s shoulder. “I know you’re not used to this kind of stuff, but try to keep an open mind. Who knows, maybe this experience will bring some new changes.”

“Sure, when Kent gets mauled by a bear.”

“Hey!”

The teachers loaded Damian’s suitcase and Jon’s duffel into the coach bus, and with that the boys bid goodbye to their fathers and settled in the two remaining seats in the back. Damian immediately pulled out a tablet and typed in a crazy long passcode.

Jon lowered his voice. “Are you working on a case?”

“I might as well, seeing as this entire weekend will otherwise be wasted.”

“But we’re supposed to be enjoying ourselves.”

“I am enjoying myself.”

He thought for a second before snapping his fingers. “I know! Let’s play ‘I Spy’.”

“What’s that?”

“Basically, one person describes something around them and the other has to guess what it is,” he said. “I’ll start. I spy something—”

“Phone.”

“See, you’re a natural! Your turn.”

Damian exhaled. “I spy an annoying half-alien forcing me to play his inane travel games.”

Jon pouted, but left Damian alone. 

The sprawling suburban streets gave way to dense evergreens over the up-and-down rippling hills. Each mile, each minute passing on the rocking coach tugged his eyelids down like window blinds. The sun blanketed his skin so warm it was indistinguishable from the quilts his grandma knitted. 

He yawned and drew his knees closer.

.

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Read the rest on Ao3

@jondami-week 

[losergames]

I looked back on that Bahamas line and yeah, the assumption is on me and my ESL ass. Sorry!

There was also a couple sentences about knowing the story is just beginning so you can change stuff down the line and the readers can only speculate on what we have so far, but Tumblr must really hate me because it must have gotten deleted while rearranging the paragraphs. I hate this hellapp. :/

Anyway, I second the Natasha anon, not just because I too am gay for her (ma'am, run away with me), but also because I know she will have to take care of me so I don't ruin the party any further. I will shout and attract attention and distract Jonno and everyone even more if you don't help me, babe. <3

Better hide me so he and the others won't have to deal with a friend betraying them like this! One thing to have your party infiltrated by criminals, another to have a friend be among said criminals, after all! Imagine the emotional downfall! The distraction! All the attention and negative press!

Or maybe my usefulness already ended and she would gladly hand me over to the cops but hey, gotta try my luck!

no problem at all!! i'm just glad people are reading it as well as being generous enough to give me feedback HAHA

i am so excited to get more into natasha and jonno!!! horrible, complicated rich people are my favourite flavour of character.

[bongboyblog]

Tumi ei culture niye blog ta bananor inspiration kobe/kotha theke peyechhile? :0

Thanks for the askkk

Ami ei blog e 26th July 2019 e prothom post korechhilam. That was 2 years, 3 months and 3 days ago (I calculated xd). I had been thinking of making a culture or language blog for a long time and that day I just happened to be in the mood for it, I guess.

What inspired me... I think it was the fact that I was soooo disconnected with my culture. I was brought up in Northeast India and growing up I never really had many Bengali friends. Most of my Bengali acquaintances were my parents' colleagues. The only people I spoke Bangla with were my parents. I'd visit Bengal once or twice a year during vacations though... and I wouldn't be able to read anything from the newspapers or signboards xd

I didn't know how to read and write Bengali until I was 13 or so, which is a pretty late age in my opinion (not that my parents didn't try to teach me the alphabet when I was a kid... I was simply too dumb I guess). I taught myself the script (parents helped a little too).

Also, you need to understand my situation... I was an outsider. I wouldn't say the people were racist or mean to me but... you can feel it you know... Being different... It scks. Diversity has its pros and cons... And most Bengalis here are refugees from Bangladesh (then East Pakistan) or from Assam, and 90% of them don't know how to read and write the script and a majority of them don't speak Standard Colloquial Bengali, which is the dialect I grew up speaking. So... In short, I was in urgent need for an identity.

So taking into account my own experience and realising that there are many others like me who are disconnected from their culture, I decided I had to do something... And that something turned out to be this little blog here.

Indian Bengalis, in general, are not serious about preserving their culture. I hear Bollywood music blaring during Durga Puja and Bengali teenagers saying, "I don't have time you know... I'll learn someday" when asked why they don't learn Bengali. They have time for Fortnite and Genshin, yes. Oh and fangirling Jimin weighs more than your mother-tongue :) The common Bengali is of two types: there are those who are so stuck in the past that they refuse to see the current demise of Bengal and Bengalis, and then those who are so 'farsighted' that they give up on their Bengaliness altogether. We need people in between these two extremities if we are to save the 'Bong' in us.

I don't know if this can help change anything, all I want is for people to care... Doesn't matter whether you are an Indian or Bangladeshi Bengali or even probashi. Even non-Bengalis. I just hope that you guys can value your culture and try to see things in a different light. My vision is to 'redefine' what it means to be Bengali. I don't want people to think of just Tagore, Kolkata, roshogolla and machh-bhaat when they hear the word Bengali. I want them to think of a people who made history, who changed the geopolitics of South Asia, who formed great empires and sailed many seas, the third largest ethnic group, speakers of the seventh most spoken language, artistic and revolutionary... I want the representation and recognition that we deserve.

Sorry for the looooooong answer haha... PoRar jonno dhonnobaad aar thanks again for asking me this question <3

[botheredbuck]

LOVED your protective callum hcs!!! And I was wondering if you had any more?? Maybe ones where Callum defends Ben over Whitney’s accusations

okay protective callum is everything so absolutely YES

okay but i think the thing with that is ee has this tendency to paint callum as really gullible and naive, and i just, as much as that very much plays into the halfway side of him i think they take it too far sometimes, and this was definitely one of those times

i mean in my head i definitely think there would have been something there, like a little part of callum because the man's going to have trust issues and im not even joking. like im not talking about from being with ben i mean having family like stuart and jonno - he's been lied to his whole life, had things sugar coated under the pretense of protecting him (there's a lot of this if you look at old cal like 2018 ish, and when stuart particularly talks about their childhood) and so he's going to have some issues feeling like people are lying to protect him

(also tangent thought but i feel like this is why christmas 2019 infuriated callum so much because like, he's had enough of being lied to and protected and of having everything sugar coated for him, he wants to be trusted with the truth for once, he wants people to trust that he can take it, he wants honesty because that's what he's never had. and that's why it hurts that it's coming from ben, that even ben thinks he needs things sugar coating)

so i think as much as he knows that ben never really could because he saw ben after keanu and he knows that ben could never really do that, and couldn't really put them at risk like that, there's something in the back of his mind that just makes him ask what if?

and so talking to whitney kinda triggers that a little, but when it's happening it's not about that. because in that moment, when whitney's standing there slagging off the man that he loves what ben may or may not have done doesn't matter.

because its the same thing again, isn't it? it's people thinking they can walk right over him, that he can be so easily swayed with a couple of words, that he'll go with the wind if people push him.

and he's done.

he's done with being pushed around, of being babied, of people thinking they can manipulate him because he's easy or because he's kind or because people think he's innocent

callum is done.

so he tells whitney to stop, with more force than he usually speaks and she looks surprised. its the kind of surprise that callum revels in, because it's nice to be more than the innocent idiot that everyone seems to expect him to be.

callum tells her to stop, to stop trying to convince him, to manipulate him against the man that he loves

he tells her to stop, and she looks surprised and that's the thing - it's as if she's surprised he'd stand up for the man that he loves, as if he could possibly do anything else.

whit tried to fight back and say that he's not listening is that he needs to see through ben's lies and callum just shakes his head, laughs

you know what? i am done, alright? i am done with people thinking they can tell me what's right, how i should feel. you stand here and you try to tell me who the man i love is as if i don't know him better than anyone else, better than i know myself sometimes. and look, i am sorry, alright? i am sorry that you lost your second chance, and that i hurt you and i get it, what its like to lose someone you love but that doesn't give you any right to treat ben like that, or treat me like im just some lapdog, ready for you to use and manipulate. because i am done, whit. im done with people trying to explain the world to me. i love him, and that's never going to change. you get used to it, or you leave me and my family alone.

he walks out, leaving whit in silence, and he goes and kisses his man because regardless of anything, regardless of the little whisper in the back of his mind, callum knows that he loves ben, and that's all that matters right now.

(okay i kinda just went off on one there and i apologise if this wasn't what you were looking for anon but i hope you enjoyed it anyways!!)

[bisexualballum]

your tags on the sleepy cal gifset,,, about the possible angst of the way he wakes up,,, i like the way you think,,, pls tell me more thoughts if u have them,,, (aka YES this was like my first thought too and i just love callum angst too much)

(Sorry I took forever to answer this!!)

Okay okay I'm acc writing a fic abt Callum's sleeping habits rn so I do have many thoughts dbdbdbdb. Basically I dont think Callum is used to feeling relaxed/safe while he sleeps.

He went from a house with jonno to the military, in both of which I think he was always anticipating danger and noise so he prolly became a v light sleeper. When I first saw that scene I wondered if he reacted similarly when Jonno yelled/banged abt downstairs after coming in drunk, or if thats how quickly he shot up hearing gunfire or just someone dropping smth bc he was so anxious abt an ambush or anything similar.

Then (and ik I'm missing out his time with the Carter's but Idk enough abt that time to think abt it, sorry!) when he was with whitney he was forcing himself into the role of heterosexual "man of the house" boyfriend, and although he 100% is a protector (see all the shit w/ Leo, him protecting Ben time and time again) I think he took it rlly,,,,,,seriously? Or to a heightened place if that makes sense when he was with whitney. Like instead of sleeping he'd lie awake listening for intruders, or if whitney dropped a hairbrush getting ready in the morning while he was still sleeping he'd spring up ready to protect her from danger.

I think he's learned to relax more now he's with Ben and is okay just being himself, especially bc now he lives in a full house that's happier than his childhood one, plus he knows Ben can and is just as capable of protecting Callum as he is of protecting Ben (not that Whitney wasnt also capable of doing so! But I think when he was w/ her Callum was doing & thinking of things in a traditional hetero way, so men have to be het and marry women, and the man protects the woman & provides for her and it cant be the other way around bc then he's not being a good straight man yk). But you cant unlearn the way you've lived your whole life in 2 years so I think he still gets jumpy and is a light sleeper and we saw that in that scene w/ lexi

Ahhh I have many thoughts abt this so thank you for your ask!! I'd love to hear your thoughts too👀👀

[spider-jaysart]

Character option bingo

Might as well ask for the full super sons

Jon kent

@camo-wolf

Yesss! Jonno boy to complete it!✨

I am so normal about them:

He is also very much a character that I can't stop talking about when speaking to my sister (°¬°), he's also one of the one's that I just end up doodling and drawing all over my sketchbook because I love him so much (same with Damian)

I have so many headcanons about them:

Jon is one of those character that I need to make headcanons about because he's the type that I can just add so much to

A beast unleashed:

Jonny is a very tamed boy, yes, he definitely is, but once someone like Damian drags him into some wild shenanigans with them, then he too can become just as chaotic, though he still has his limits when unleashed

I literally would hug them:

I would just give him the biggest hug ever (I wouldn't do it to Damian though because then he would bite me...)

Canon isn't real if I don't look at it:

I don't like that DC forced Jon to age up instead of letting him grow and develop as a young character with his family and friends there to support him every step of the way and letting the fans get to do the same with him as well, letting them get the chance to grow with him more as well instead of just rushing it all and then just trying to throw him in as the "New" Superman, like I don't even feel ready to just be calling him the "New" Superman right now since I still see him as Superboy, like I always had thought that maybe one day when I got much older, then maybe I would actually see him being Superman or something else as a grown character with actual development, not right now in such a rush like how it was done

They sure do exist:

Canon what? I am sorry but Jon is still just only 10 years old, still enjoying his childhood life and is still happily living with his loving family, Clark, Lois, and Krypto and is still very close with his best friend Damian, so I do not know what you are talking about when you speak of this alternate story with an unnatural aged up Jon who just got lost in space and came back and became the new Superman, I am sorry but I just do not understand no matter how many times you tell me about it

That's a solid design right there:

Jon's outfit is a fun and cool one that also fits his style

If anything happens to them I will cry:

Kid!Jon is my sweet, innocent, fluffy boy that means no harm at all💗 so no one hurt him, please

Thanks for the ask! :D

[wisdom-walks-alone]

heavy is the crown - chapter three

a jondami princess protection program au

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some wonderful art was done to correspond with this chapter by @bittlebarnes, which you can find here!

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Jon closes his eyes as the rickety school bus rattles along the dirt road to his house, ignoring the noise of the kids around him. He turns the volume up on his headphones and presses his head into the seat behind him, letting his music drown out whatever’s going on this time. He thinks someone hooked up with someone’s boyfriend, he doesn’t particularly care to double check that rumor.

His headphones are pulled from his head and he sits up, eyes flying open to see who the culprit is. “Hey!” He instinctively reaches out a hand to grab them back.

Conner doesn’t put up a fight and relinquishes the headphones. “Our stop, squirt. Let’s go, Dad should be home today.” Jon grabs his backpack and hits Conner in the back, but he doesn’t escalate it past that this time. Don’t want to cause problems when Dad just got home.

Jon has always known what his father does for a living. When he was little he thought it was cool, but as he’s gotten older the effect has worn off. He just hopes that his Dad will be careful.

He’s never been a fan of how his dad always has to leave for an undisclosed amount of time. But he always promises to come back, and Jon can only hope there will never come a day when that promise is broken.

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But Kon’s right, Dad is home, because the beat up blue pickup truck is back in the driveway next to Mom’s car. He kicks off his shoes at the door and tosses his bag on the kitchen floor, greeting Krypto as he passes. 

“Yo, Pops, we’re home!” Conner calls, and Jon follows him to the living room where their dad is sitting in his favorite armchair.

“Hey, boys! How was school?” Dad sits up straighter, putting his newspaper on the coffee table and pushing his glasses up.

“It was alright.” Jon shrugs, and goes to give his dad a hug. “How was your mission?”

“Good,” Dad answers, “it was good. I wanted to talk to you about that, actually.”

Jon looks at him quizzically, tilting his head. His dad never talks about the details of a mission. “Okay…what is it?” He glances back at Conner to see if maybe he knows what this is about, but his eyebrows are raised and he just shrugs at Jon. Jon turns back to his dad, who looks a little sheepish as he rubs the back of his neck.

“Why don’t we go play some catch, huh?” he suggests, jutting a thumb at the door to the back porch.

Growing even more suspicious, Jon narrows his eyes, but he’s not going to turn down a game of catch with just him and his dad. “Okay, sure, let me just grab my glove.”

“Jon, wait—”

Before he hears what his dad is about to say, Jon darts down the hallway to his room. He ducks inside the door and goes straight to where he knows his baseball glove is. He grabs it and turns back to the door to go back to his dad.

“Hello.”

“Hey.”

Halfway out the door, Jon stops short. He turns around slowly, not quite sure of what’s happening. A boy is sitting on the window seat, with dark hair and tan skin. It’s at this moment that he registers that the spare bed for when they have visitors has been dragged into the space under his loft.

“Sorry, who’re you?” Jon asks dumbly. He must look really comically stupid, frozen in his doorframe like this.

“I am Damian,” the boy answers. “Thank you for allowing me to stay with you, it is very generous.”

Jon’s mouth opens and closes a few times before he gets any words out. “Yeah, sure, just—just one second.” He holds up a finger then ducks back out of the room.

“Dad, what the hell!” he says when he gets back to the living room.

Dad winces. “I see you’ve met Damian. That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” He makes a move to go outside, but stops when he sees that Jon is not going to follow. “Look, Jon, he’s just going to be staying with us for a little while. It’s not safe for him back home, and he’s very distrustful of the other agents.”

Jon huffs out a humorless laugh. “You know, most dads would go to a foreign country on a secret mission and bring their son back a postcard, not a person.”

Dad chuckles. “I know, Jonno. You know I only did it because there was no better option.”

Jon wants to be mad. But he also knows that his father is telling the truth. “I know,” he relents. “But does he have to stay in my room? What’s wrong with the living room, or Kon’s room?”

Dad lets out a long sigh and takes his glasses off to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Listen, Jonno, I think it’ll be good for him to be around someone his own age. It’s a very uncertain time for him right now and he’s going through a lot, so can you please try to be accommodating? Or at least tolerating?”

After a long moment of staring at his dad with narrowed eyes Jon relents, because logically he knows he’s being ridiculous and that this is the right thing to do. Sometimes he hates being a good person. “Fine. As long as he doesn’t get in the way of anything. Oh, God, I don’t have to take him to school, do I? I don't think I could handle that.”

“No, no,” Dad laughs and holds up his hand, sliding his glasses back on, “you don’t have to take him to school. There wouldn’t be a point. He’s just hiding out here until things smooth over in his country. Just try to be nice, okay? He’s going through a lot right now.”

“I’m sure,” Jon deadpans. “He’s probably used to grand palaces and vast gardens, and now he’s stuck in li’l ol’ Smallville, Kansas, smack in the middle o’ Nowheresville.” He throws his arms out to his sides dramatically. “Must be tough.”

“Come on, kid, have some sympathy.” Conner shoves him in the head from behind and Jon whips around to swat him away. Conner just keeps walking and opens the back door. “You comin’? Mom’s barbequin’.”

Jon huffs, but he has never been one to say no to Mom’s barbeque. “Yeah, yeah.” He follows after Conner and hits him on the shoulder with his baseball glove then starts shoving him out the door. “You’re playin’ catch with me until it’s ready.”

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When Your Love Hurts - fic

Characters: Damian Wayne, Conner Kent Pairings: jondami, timkon Summary: Damian didn’t expect his brother-in-law to break into his office today. He also didn’t expect the reason that he did so. A/N: In which I write about Tim but I’m actually writing about myself, whoops. Tim did show up to Jon’s office, whatever that is I haven’t decided, and Jon just immediately took him back to his and Damian’s house. I might write more for this little scenario, or I might not, I dunno. As soon as they kind of make up a little, Tim and Conner immediately bombard Damian and Jon with questions about when they’re getting married. Damian surprises himself by not regretting a single bit of it. He loves this new life.

Freedom AU

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He heard a commotion in the lobby. Nothing new, not in a place like this. Dogs barking, scared cats, sobbing persons giving up their animals, angry ones trying to steal theirs back. The shelter was almost like Gotham, but nothing he, or his staff, couldn’t handle.

In fact, this commotion was more his staff than anyone else, he noted. Trying to…stop someone? Or get more information, perhaps. The dog currently recuperating in his office, Isabella, heard the noise too, and raised her head to growl.

“Sir…sir, wait!” The call was much closer than the lobby. Damian glanced up just as his doorknob turned. “You need an appoint-”

The door swung open to reveal a man in red plaid underneath a leather jacket, jeans and sunglasses. He let the office door smack against the wall, and under Isabella’s barking, Damian could only sigh.

Not the boy from Smallville he liked to see.

“Hey, Dames.” Conner grinned, raising the sunglasses to sit on his head. “Have a sec?”

“I’m so sorry, Damian, I tried-” the receptionist rambled behind him. Damian waved them off.

“It’s fine, he’s…family.” Damian said reluctantly. The receptionist glanced between them and nodded, disappearing back into the hall. Damian glared at Conner. “I told you not to call me that.”

Conner shrugged, closing the door behind him and dropping into the chair across from Damian’s desk. Immediately, his ‘cooler-than-thou’ façade dropped, and he ran his hand down his face. Isabella gave a small woof and stood, jogging over to slot her face between Conner’s knees.

“If you’re looking for your brother, for the millionth time, he does not work here. He has his own job.” Damian hummed, going back to his paperwork. “But I’m sure he’d love to catch a late lunch-”

“Not looking for Jonno.” Conner droned. Dropped his hand and gave a weak smile to the dog waiting for love. “I am actually here looking for you. I guess. I don’t know.”

“Oh?” Damian put his pen down, giving the other his full attention after fixing his glasses. “Everything…okay?”

“…Yeah.” Conner sighed again, taking Isabella’s muzzle in his hands and petting along her whiskers. “…Your brother is an asshole.”

Ah.

“I mean, they all are, but I’m assuming you’re speaking of one in particular.” Damian surmised. “…Does he know you’re here?”

“No. And if he does, he clearly doesn’t care.”

Damian almost scoffed, because that couldn’t be further from the truth. Tim cared about Conner more than probably anyone else. He did marry him, after all.

“I see.” Damian said instead. “What happened?”

Conner shrugged, focused on Isabella.

“Conner, you just broke into my office.” Damian hummed calmly. “I think I have a right to ask what you and my brother fought about that caused you to do so.”

Conner still held out, still remained silent for a few moments.

“…He doesn’t care about himself. He doesn’t take care of himself.” Conner muttered. “Says it’s a waste of time, and that his energy is better spent taking care of other people. Taking care of me.”

“You’ve known for years we’re all a bit…self-sacrificing.” Damian admitted. “What made it so bad this time?”

“He just...won’t even consider it!” Conner snapped. “I even begged him to take care of himself, for me, and he refuses.”

“It is…a flaw. One he’s carried for years. Even Grayson couldn’t rid him of it.” Damian sighed sadly. “He’s never thought he was worthy, or mattered.”

“And he does! He matters!” Conner cried, slumping back in the chair. Isabella tried wagging her tail to regain his attention. “He matters to me, to our friends. To you, I’d hope.”

“Of course he does.” Damian agreed quickly, trying to push down the feeling of being offended. It’d been years since he and Tim had been at odds, Conner knows that. “To me and the entire family.”

“And that’s why I’m here, because you get it. You get him.” Conner deflated. “But more than Dick or Bruce, you don’t feel a need to go running to him and tell him everything I said or…or try to fix everything right in that moment or whatever.”

“Because he’s a grown man. I can’t fix his problems for him, and pressuring him in a demand he talks has the opposite affect. One day our father and brother will get that.” Damian nodded. “However…in Drake’s defense, I know the feeling. You know, of not mattering, or being worthy.” Damian snorted. “I know it all too well.”

“Yeah, but you got over it.” Conner whined.

“Well, for one, that’s a far too oversimplified conclusion, as I don’t entirely agree with that personally.” Damian scolded. Isabella whined at Conner’s knees and jumped up to put her paws on his thigh. “And two, I’m only dealing with it in a healthy manner because of your brother.”

“What, did he just overwhelm you with his undying love, to the point your brain couldn’t not believe what he said to you?” Conner pouted, crossing his arms. Isabella tapped at his leg, but he ignored her.

“In the attempt to not, again, oversimplify it while not getting into a discussion of my own personal health and derail this entire conversation – yes.” Damian snapped his fingers and Isabella hopped down, trotting back to his side. “But that also took years to even get to that point, and Jonathan knows it continues to be an ongoing process.”

A pause to glance down at Isabella. She gave him a doggy grin.

“But that is also me. A person who had a poor upbringing and was not told explicitly I was loved until I was eleven, by Grayson.” Damian explained. “Timothy, if I had to guess based on observation and experience, did not have that tragic past. His idea of his lack of worth most likely comes from dealing with our father’s grief in the aftermath of Todd’s death, and then continually losing loved ones to violent deaths every few months for a number of years. He believes it his fault, that his presence somehow forced those tragedies to occur, or that he should have been able to fix said emotional issues of others, like with my father.”

“So…what you’re saying is that me telling him I love him more than the goddamn sun like Jon did and does for you won’t work.” Conner exhaled.

“Not necessarily.” Damian admitted guiltily.

“So…what do I do?” Conner asked pathetically. “Because I don’t think I have to tell you that I love him more than anything in this solar system. But I can’t…he’s breaking my heart, Damian. I can’t live this way.”

“And you shouldn’t. But I am sorry you are.” Damian nodded. “But, again, if I had to guess, based on what you’re telling me…he knows that. He knows he’s breaking your heart, and he blames himself for your frustration. He probably believes if he was better, if he wasn’t so worthless, or maybe even selfish, he wouldn’t have frustrated you.”

Conner tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. Isabella barked at Damian.

“And if in your arguments he’s yelling at you, it’s because he’s also frustrated with himself. Because he wishes he could believe you, wishes he could fix his brain and make all the disbelief in himself go away. But then it restarts the cycle of believing he could and should be better, thus cementing the idea that since he’s not, he’s worthless.” Damian leaned back in his chair, circling his hand in the air as he spoke, reaching out to pet Isabella with the other. “Logically, I’m sure he’s fully aware of all these problems. But emotionally, he just can’t fix them, as much as he desperately wants to.”

“So…” Conner repeated. “What do I do?”

“Educate yourself, for the time being. I told you what I believe, take that into account if you wish.” Damian shrugged. “But in the meantime, just stay with him. Know he’s trying, even through your mutual frustrations. And as cliché as it is, don’t go to bed angry.”

“What?”

“It’s…what Jon did.” Damian admitted quietly. “We would have fights that probably rival you and Drake’s. One of us would often storm off, without anything being solved.” Damian looked at Isabella, giving a soft smile. “But…every night, even if it was past midnight, Jon would come home, or find me wherever I went, and just lay in the bed with me. We didn’t always apologize, or even say anything. But we still went to bed together, still held each other.”

Conner waited.

“It didn’t fix everything, or probably really anything, but it was evidence, to that little demon in my brain.” Damian continued. “It…also helped when I, when we, left the costumes. But I’d never ask that, or even suggest that, to you or him.”

Conner smiled. “Because you and Tim are different people.” Damian chuckled. “And you each need different solutions.”

“So you do listen sometimes.” Damian shook his head. Just as he did, he got a text, his phone buzzing underneath some of the papers on his desk. Already having a feeling he knew who it was, he dug it out and picked it up.

It was a picture. Tim lying pathetically on his living room floor, surrounded by many of their pets, clinging to the closest cat.

I believe he’s here looking for you.

Damian snorted, texting back, ‘Be home soon. Please speak with him in the meantime about how you and your brother’s minds work. Also ask him what he wants for dinner, since it appears we’re having guests.’

“I should charge you and Drake for therapy services.” Damian murmured, lifting his phone to snap his own photo of Conner, slumped childishly in his chair. He sent it immediately.

Jon quickly responded. Niceeeeeeeee.

Damian grinned at the childish response, then glanced down to the dog at his side. “Would you also like to accompany us for dinner, Izzie?”

Isabella barked and wagged her tail.

“What?” Conner asked dumbly. “Who’s going to dinner?”

“You.” Damian hummed, standing. “And then I’m locking you and Drake in our guest room where you can fight or fuck it out. You choose. Then you’ll be staying the night.”

Conner shook his head. “Got patrol tonight.”

“As I’m sure Drake did too. But considering he’s currently trying to smother himself in the fur of my cat, I believe those plans are all cancelled.” Damian walked by, Isabella following, grabbing his car keys from the hook by the door. “Also, if you really think you’re leaving without staying the night, you don’t know your own brother as well as you believe you do.”

Conner groaned, but stood anyway, following behind Isabella like a scolded child. “I was…kind of hoping Jon wouldn’t know I was here.”

“And I would have let that happen if my brother didn’t show up on his office’s doorstep as well.” Damian smirked, opening the door. “You and Drake are predictable and far too similar.”

“Almost like we’re an old married couple.” Conner drawled. Damian laughed. “…Thanks for your help, though. I do appreciate it.”

“I’ll accept that appreciation only if anything I told you actually helps Drake heal, in any way.” Damian countered. He hesitated in the hallway, though, and glanced back. “Remember, this process will take time.”

“I know.” Conner smiled, he put a hand on Damian’s shoulder. “That’s why if you lock us in your guest room tonight, we’re absolutely fucking. Because this fight won’t be over for a long time.”

Damian frowned. “You’re disgusting.”

“But you love me?” Conner tried, waving to the front desk staff as they walked out.

Damian sighed as Isabella ran ahead, jumping and barking back at them. “Only for the sake of my boyfriend and my brother. And even then, only sometimes.”

“I’ll take sometimes as a win.” Conner grinned as they got into Damian’s car. Isabella happily wiggled in Conner’s lap. “Now, chauffeur, please deliver me to my husband.”

Damian just sighed and pulled out of the lot.