#bad old days

[route22ny]

Blighted apartment buildings in the Bronx, late 1980s.

[highbrow-hepcat]

[resonanteye]

that kid had a full time mining job he's entitled to smoke a pipe in peace after cleaning his gun

Coal miner's child using a hole in the door to enter a bedroom with a smoking pipe in one hand and a gun in the other in Bertha Hill, West Virginia. Photo by Marion Post Wolcott. 1938

[pangur-and-grim]

look at that transformation! well done, Belphie, you’ve defeated death!

[procrastinating-prepper]

I was talking to a friend in her sixties recently. She mentioned that when she was growing up, police would deal with "loitering" teenagers by driving them just outside city limits and dropping them off on the side of the road. You'd have to hitchhike back or use a payphone to call someone. According to her, this was so common there was a slang term for it (I don't remember the term).

She also said if the police suspected you were homeless, they could ask you to show them some money. If you had more than five dollars in your pocket, you couldn't be homeless!

[cletusthurstonbeauregard]

[teaboot]

When I was a kid, I regularly lost reading privileges for "having an attitude" and "acting out".

It wasn't as simple as being told not to read during other activities- one of the first times it happened, I remember being six years old, watching my stepfather pull fistfuls of books off my bookshelf and throw them to the floor in a heaping mess while I cried and asked him to stop.

It was weird. Every other adult I knew described me as exceptionally well-behaved, but at home, it was the opposite, and it was blamed on "learning bad habits from that shit you're reading".

Because I couldn't read at home, I spent all my free time at school in the library, reading with my friends.

When I grew up and moved away, I realized that my family life was toxic and abusive, and the "attitudes" I was being punished for were standing up for myself, standing up for my younger siblings, and resisting actual, real-life psychological abuse. Because I'd learned from what I'd read that my family wasn't normal, not like my parents said it was, and in my stories, the heroes were the people who spoke out when it was hard to.

It is insane to me that there are students right now who can't access books. It is insane that books are being outlawed. It is perverse that we are stealing away an entire generation's ability to contextualize their lives, to learn about the world around them, to develop critical thinking skills and express themselves and feel connected to the world or escape from it, whatever and whenever and however they need.

That is not how you raise a compassionate, thoughtful, powerful society.

That's how you process cattle.

It's fucking disgusting.

[breesperez139]

Dc x Dp Prompt #6

“I’m a twin”, Damian said one night. He could feel the narrowed eyes of his family drilling holes on his back in disbelief. Not that he could blame them. Damian had never so much as implied being raised with a companion, much less a sibling.

“I had a brother”. Damian paused to recollect himself. He had not said his brother’s name out loud in over 8 years.

“His name was… Danyal”. Damian hated the way his voice wavered, but he could not help it. Danyal was everything to him, his other half. Their heart beat as one and when one heart stopped beating, the other one died with it. At least until his family put his heart on metaphorical life support without ever realizing.

“Where is he now?” His father asked, voice filled with knowing grief and a hint of betrayal. It had in fact been 6 years since Damian first showed up on his doorstep.

“Up there”. All eyes shifted towards the specific star he was pointing to. “Right before he died, he promised me he’d guide me from the stars. Unfortunately, the stars are not visible in Gotham, so my brother is unable to be of much help unless I leave the city.”

“Your brother is Polaris, the North Star?” Tim questioned warily, most likely in attempts to not offend him. Damian was aware of how stupid it sounded, but Danyal had promised, and his brother never broke his promises.

“Yes. Danyal is with the stars now, just as he always wanted”

[techslander]

[route22ny]

Crosby Street in the Soho neighborhood of Manhattan

1978 photo is uncredited

[zaana]

Omega having a day on Kamino with her brothers

[milkbreadtoast]

hyeonje-ssi... 🫣💛💛💛✨✨

[metamatronic]

does david still blame himself?

David Takes After His Brother (pt. 3)

After Lizzie “disappearance,” Michael forgot the weird Plushbear sighting in the Circus Baby Room.

Lizzie, after waking up in Circus Baby, forgot how much her new toy had sounded like her younger brother.

And, if years later, when Michael staggered home with Ennard in tow, David felt any guilt over both his siblings’ fates—well, he’s never shown it. After all, everyone knows Lizzie wandered in there on her own—what would he have to feel guilty over?

[scurvyboy]

guckets

[mischievous-thunder]

No fingers for you today, Wade!

[paimt]

you know relationship drama in teufort goes crazy