#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.

[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

[sataron]

my take at their humanization . hi aqua teen tumblr fandom 👋

okay so, i have a lot of things to say about what I've observed while i was lurking in the athf tag

1. you guys are way too horny about that damn milkshake and i do not like that . there's nothing sexy about an incel idk what are you guys on about i need to kill all of u for real . you know what . I'll start a shake simps hunting, i need to exterminate all of them . 500k chilean pesos for their heads , 200k for their tongues and fingers (so they cant draw him as a little twinky bitch or a buffy daddy bear panting and sweaty anymore)

2. and to follow up with previous point , YOU GUYS ARE NOT HORNY ENOUGH ABOUT FRYLOCK . i also do not like that . change it . right now

3. the majority of u are really scared to draw human meatwad as how jod intended; a fat ball of meat . good thing i ain't no pussy and came here to spread the word ... DRAW MEATWAD FATTER please 🩷

i am honestly not so satisfied with frylock's && shake's designs, they were the most difficult ones , meatwad took me like 10 minutes in total , i love him for that.. fry and shake might change as i draw them more prolly hmm we'll see . this was a good exercise tho, lineart came out so delicious i cant believe i did it with my very own hand, also the poses? YUM?? artstyle? omg im sucking my own dick . i need to practice designing more tho, i hate having to choose color palettes for characters that shit is so hard for me & u can tell here 🫤

dats all , i loev yuo guyz besos en la cola 💋

[cowleyes]

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

[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

[stinkrat-aleks]

Fake magazine cover for my cherik soccer au! I think Charles would be on a lot of magazines as the "figurehead" of mutant rights in professional athletics (Erik definitely holds onto every issue even after the divorce).

Some other McAvoys for magazine covers that I liked:

[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

[wispforever]

they already got the party platter actually. it came with enough alcohol for ten people

[kittykatninja321]

Not to rehash this discourse so close to his birthday but genuinely what other mysterious unnamed trauma of Jason’s is Bruce referring to in bftc if not csa? We know that:

It’s something that happened to him

It’s something that happened to him pre-Bruce, so it presumably could’ve happened while he was an extremely vulnerable unsupervised homeless child

It’s something associated with secrecy and shame: Jason only told Bruce about it and freaks out about Dick playing his hologram talking about it

It’s something that affected him profoundly, Bruce says it left him “broken” (ugh side note: hate this language) and he seems to get retriggered by it being brought up again

What other trauma is coded like this besides sexual assault? Like genuinely I have yet to hear an answer that fits as well or better

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

with the way stanford put up murals and statues and window panes of bill plus the way he kept so many pictures and homemade videos of him and stan (one literally being a yearbook page he ripped out which is??? i cant be the only one who finds that funny right), i fully believe that if Stan hadnt broken Fords machine and Ford wasnt furious with him, Ford would have been openly very obsessed with Stan had he gotten into WCT. he'd be immediately known as the smelly guy who's such a freak he's got incestious feelings for his brother OR whos such an egomaniac that he's got incestious feelings for his twin brother as its the closest way he can date himself.

because its one thing to put up a couple pictures of him and his brother together on the walls, its another to have pictures of him dominate almost every square inch of the room besides the whiteboard, write secret codes that the twin never read on said whiteboard, draw him all over the margins of a diary and bring around a photo to gaze longingly at in class. his non fiddleford roommate wouldve walked into ford kissing the picture of his brother on the wall on the lips shamelessly and is like yeah we gotta get this guy kicked out no way he's allowed to make any sci-fi dream into reality

[sigsfigs]

it's just the two of us, or that's what we swore

anyone else feeling a little crazy abt them? no? just me? alright

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

Screaming at Jon Snow's reputation being in shambles worldwide like Planetos seriously beefing with a depressed teen loser

At the wall

Ser Alliser Thorne shattered the silence. “The turncloak graces us with his presence at last.” Lord Janos was red-faced and quivering. “The beast,” he gasped. “Look! The beast that tore the life from Halfhand. A warg walks among us, brothers. A WARG! This … this creature is not fit to lead us! This beastling is not fit to live!”

In the Riverlands

“I will permit you to take the black. Ned Stark’s bastard is the Lord Commander on the Wall.” The Blackfish narrowed his eyes. “Did your father arrange for that as well? Catelyn never trusted the boy, as I recall, no more than she ever trusted Theon Greyjoy. It would seem she was right about them both. No, ser, I think not. I’ll die warm, if you please, with a sword in hand running red with lion blood.”

Lowkey in KL

“Another problem has arisen on the Wall, however. The brothers of the Night’s Watch have taken leave of their wits and chosen Ned Stark’s bastard son to be their Lord Commander.” “Snow, the boy is called,” Pycelle said unhelpfully. [...] Catelyn Tully was a mouse, or she would have smothered this Jon Snow in his cradle. Instead, she left the filthy task to me. “Snow shares Lord Eddard’s taste for treason too,” she said. “The father would have handed the realm to Stannis. The son has given him lands and castles.”

In Braavos

But they were all dead now, even Arya, everyone but her half-brother, Jon. Some nights she heard talk of him, in the taverns and brothels of the Ragman’s Harbor. The Black Bastard of the Wall, one man had called him.

It was bad for him

[chainmail-butch]

Was Elagabalus a transwoman? Maybe. Has Suetonius given us tons of examples of things that people who could be identified as transwomen did during his period? Absolutely. Which, honestly, is far more important.

Edit: Cassius Dio not Suetonius