#and then talk mad shit

[swugflower]

Brucie Wayne gets interviewed and the question who, expect Batman, is his favorite Gotham hero.

After some awkward moments of silence, he blurts out that it’s Spoiler. Since she is the only one from the main active team that isn’t his kid and this way he avoids picking a favorite.

Meanwhile, the group chats explodes into chaos instantly.

[tempestaslokni]

Even though Akhila's sharp focus was directed at Lokni, he strangely didn't feel the same nerves as he had the previous day. She was listening intently, giving him the time to get his words out. Few people were that patient. Her quip about his boss made him laugh heartily. "Well, he might be an asshole, but he knows how to run a business. And- he gave me work even though it technically wasn't legal, and for that I'm grateful. My mother and I couldn't survive off of just her salary anymore." Which was very true. Most businesses were scared of getting caught. Big Jim's ranch was conveniently out of sight and out of mind for the government. If Big Jim had decided to dip a toe into agriculture, however, Lokni was sure that that would've changed in a heartbeat. Self-sufficiency was something that the government feared, but most Indigenous folks knew that. Why did The Great Buffalo massacre happen? It forced Indigenous people onto reservations. Made them easier to control. Funny how when you take away a main source of livelihood and food that people suddenly became more maeleable. That was why Lokni was determined to not take any handouts from this damn island. He would become self-sufficient, or die trying. No bungalow, no feast- but Akhila, she didn't have to help him, but she did. And in return he was teaching her how to fish. That was a simbiotic relationship built on respect. In turn, he focused intently on Akhila describing her day-to-day duties. Some of the terms she used went over his head, but he tried his best to focus on the words that he did know, weaving together an idea of what her life was, and just how vital she was to the ebb and flow of the happenings between the two hospitals. Sounded like just as much paperwork as patient interactions. He nodded his head in respect at her early rising, something that he was also accustomed to. He also knew that it didn't come naturally for everyone. If it weren't for his mare, Chenoa, giving him attitude if he was late, he would've probably overslept more often than not. Chenoa was almost as ill-tempered as some of the aunties back at the rez when it came to not getting her oats on time. Her own morning sounded like she made sure she had time to do stuff. Getting up early was her choice, so that she could start her day the way that she wanted to. It was admirable. Lokni wasn't that disciplined. He could probably have a longer morning if he wanted, but sleep was one of his only escapes from reality. "I'd always heard that doctors were hypocrites when it came to their own health, but it seems to me like you take good care of yourself. That's not something easy in practice," he commented, eyes flitting to hers. Akhila's sudden yank on the pole, followed by the exasperated sigh and recast left Lokni with many questions. However, he wasn't about to go barging into her china shop of personal business. Not yet at least. "Moving's a lot of work-" he trailed off, eyes flickering towards the movement of her wrists, as if half expecting her to do another miracle unbeknownst to herself. "Nicely done," he commented on the arch of her cast, she was getting better already, something that Lokni wasn't even the least surprised at. Akhila was a natural. All she had to do was get the relaxing part down and she'd be right as rain.

Lokni thought hard for a moment, turning Akhila's question over in his mind. Did he miss it? Sighing shakily, he wiped his brow, "Yes, and no. I miss my mother, my horse- even my coworkers a bit. I miss not having to think, but maybe that in and of itself was a luxury. Now that I'm here, I'm realizing that people actually might need me, and that I'm not so replaceable. It's both encouraging and nerve-wracking at the same time. Like for the first time in my life I have the chance to prove myself." he admitted, feeling a bit foolish and arrogant for what he was sharing. There was one thing he took comfort in, however, and that was that he knew Akhila would be honest with him. If she thought that he was reaching too far toward the stars, he trusted that she would ground him once more.

Curiously, she observed his confusion ebb and flow into joy, and if she wasn’t mistaken, pride. Akhila didn’t necessarily agree, if only because she was her own worst critic, but she didn’t argue. Acknowledging his positive feedback with a bob of her head. “Ah…” She tried not to sound disappointed, university, school, college, it wasn’t the be-all-end-all. Though she herself had never imagined a life straying from that path, her younger siblings had deviated but been no worse off for it. There was a poignant anecdote that Akhila had not given due care for. The luxury of education due to remoteness. 

Akhila held the pole steady, but kept her gaze on him and not the line bobbing. Because Lokni began to carefully weave her a narrative about his day, skimming no doubt on the details. No less relinquishing enough for her to picture it. She’d never had any rosy ideals about farming, or ranch work, but hearing the first-hand account of hard graft illuminated the unknown for her. “Sounds like your boss was an asshole.” Akhila remarked, she knew a thing or two about those, but didn’t they all. She slowly shifted her weight, and let her gaze follow the rolling waves momentarily. 

Before she could cut in to ask anything further, he’d turned the question on her. Each day had been different from the last. Rarely was any single day the same as the previous. “I work for predominately two hospitals, one is a major trauma centre so dependent on whether I’m on call.” Which she would often volunteer herself for given she was the clinical director of the orthopaedics department. “Predominately, I spend my time in outpatient clinics and managing the team. We implemented a new, to the UK, day-case lateral unicompartmental knee replacement so much of my time has been spent getting that paper published as of late.”

Akhila wet her bottom lip, she’d taken him a touch too literally and disregarded the notion of painting a story. She cleared her throat. “Usually, I’m up at five to get an hour of movement in. Whether that’s walking, stretching or light-to-moderate weights. Shower, breakfast, cup of tea and usually I read emails, or its early meetings. Brisk morning walk to work occasionally I’ll get a coffee on the way, then it’s largely seeing patients. Managing the clinic. I’m a surgeon, but practically a larger portion of my time is out of theatre.” It was no secret she preferred being in it.

“Lately…it’s been a touch different because I’m in the process of moving…” She drifted, unmoored and unsure. She prematurely yanked on the pole, reeling it in to find nothing on the other end. With a huff she fixed the bait and tossed the line back out.

“Do you miss it?” Akhila asked, finally. She wanted to know if she was alone in having a split between yearning for the past and being relieved of it. She missed her clinic. She missed Greene. There were slithers of her life she did not miss.

[thevioletcaptain]

i genuinely don't care how good a piece of ai generated art or writing looks on the surface. i don't care if it emulates brush strokes and metaphor in a way indistinguishable from those created by a person.

it is not the product of thoughtful creation. it offers no insights into the creator's life or viewpoint. it has no connection to a moment in time or a place or an attitude. it has no perspective. it has no value.

it's empty, it's hollow, and it exists only to generate clicks (and by extension, ad revenue.)

it's just another revolting symptom of the disease that is late stage capitalism, and it fucking sucks.

[gingerswagfreckles]

Btw if you blatantly lie about Israel or the war in Gaza and someone calls you out for lying they are not in fact "defending Israel" they are calling you out for spreading mis or disinformation. In case that wasn't clear.

[wolfisblank]

People who think the party forgives Siffrin too easily at the end of the game confuse me. Tbh I think their reactions were really realistic. Yeah if my friend said some really hurtful and deep-cutting shit I'd be upset but they were literally in the torture labyrinth for months where they died over and over and experienced catastrophic levels of OCD and had an abandonment issues mental breakdown of a cosmic scale... Like yeah I'm a little mad but I can be mad later??? I'm worried about my friend :(

[problemnyatic]

Yeah yeah linux having problems is a big joke but honestly have you considered that linux wouldn't run like shit if it didn't have to reverse engineer byzantine proprietary drivers and hardware architecture and deliberately hostile BIOS firmware and one thousand other things that exist solely to force everything that isn't a corporate OS to suffer miserably on every computer ever

[marypsue]

Man, it's cool and all if you see a metaphor for marginalisation in the monstrous, and if you want the power fantasy of 'what if you could just eat anybody who threatened you/pissed you off'. Me too.

However, as soon as you start saying 'no, these monsters are a 1:1 on Specific Marginalised Group, and you have to treat them in the fiction like they are directly representative of real human members of the marginalised group', BUT you also, in the fiction, make them hurt/kill/eat humans? And then try to shame me, your audience, for noticing or engaging with the bit where they kill people, because you made them directly representative of a real-world marginalised group? You have lost me, and also, I think, the plot.

[saphushia]

PSA from your local florist: if you are planning to get flowers for loved ones on valentines day, place the order for them now. If your loved one isn't a stickler for dates then get them delivered a couple days early, because florists are slammed as fuck on valentines. If you plan to just grab a grocery store bouquet then buy it a day or so early and put them in your fridge or anywhere else cold like a garage (so long as it doesn't get to freezing temps because that will kill them faster than room temperature)

If your loved one is far away, look up florists in their area on google maps and place an order to one of them instead of teleflora or FromYouFlowers because those giant online services just take 30% of the money and run, leaving less money for the bouquet. And let me tell you a 40$ bouquet is way nicer than a 28$ one. If you're paying 40$ you want to actually get the 40$ bouquet.

Also don't give lilies to someone if they have allergies or cats. They aggravate a lot of ppls hayfever and there's like a 50/50 chance the cat will die. A dead cat is a very bad valentines gift.

[vonspe]

when i saw that emmrich staff with the watcher's skull on it i instantly thought the mourn watch should try sticking hezenkoss' skull on a staff. just because it would be so funny. she could drain the enemy morale so quickly

Lmaoo She cant learn new spells but fortunately she already knows the thedas equivalent of vicious mockery

[arkangelo-7]

The idea of Damian Wayne being Gen Alpha is actually the bane of my existence. Like, this little sword-wielding menace who speaks like eight languages and can quote Tacticus or something just going ham on a villain then saying “skibidi toilet rizz” before unironically hitting the griddy makes me want to kill myself

[olive-man]

early years

and more stuff down here

just doodles, and a very stressed out me. thought this was a perfect time to post since i’m actually going back to school tomorrow for my last semester of high school lol. happy late new years btw (oh and brony headcanon i got from @bonkerbuster69 . you are cooooollll)

[cowleyes]

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

[transwolvie]

Silly me, as a non-black person I thought a pretty fucking easy rule of thumb about antiblackness is "listen to black people," but Tumblr is very, very committed to showing me that that's apparently not easy at all for quite a lot of people

[defsiarte]

My hate for tumblr users knows no bounds. Do you know how fucking weird it is to defend being a fan of a guy and his media bc you have depression. When he has a plethora of allegations going back decades. Get a new interest oh my goddd

[nikoxsprinkles]

frankly, she appears to be an icon (threatening)

[vurelly]

why are some people so adamant about being in your business, like hop off my dick buddy i am a one way ride to hell and i dont have time for piss breaks