#do community service or something

[therandomartmaker]

Danny ignoring the burning stares in his back as he stared down Clockwork’s double-alternate-clone-whatever, “I don’t know what or who altered the timeline, but you need to stop hurting people!” He shouts, watching Kronos’ heaving breaths and silence.

“I can help you fix it!”

“Who are you to me, boy?” The Titan snarls, agitation bubbling visibly and Danny knows it’s anger at him, it’s definitely pain. Kronos sounded breathy, like a fit of wet mucusy coughs was about to wreak havoc. Danny steps forward, to the noticable alarm of the costumed people behind him.

“The Origin is my mentor, look, all we have to do is imprison the Timeline Interference. We need to heal you, first, your ‘plague’ may not kill you but it will kill your universe.”

A spike of fear from a single individual behind him, was one of them the imbecile that had…?

“The Origin…? Child of Mine, the Meddler is a hero, someone meant to better the Timeline, and yet-“ Danny flinched at the wet coughs that broke Kronos’ words. “And yet, the petty little mortal has done the unforgivable.”

Danny stepped further forward, no, rather, he ran forward, and Kronos out of what seemed to be instinct moved forward to meet the boy, catching the boy in his hands and lifting him. A pulse of pure power bled through the battlefield, Danny gifting energy to the Titan.

The costumed group opposing Kronos seemed wary, worried and fearful for one in particular. A woman steps up, “Kronos. Why did you ravage Earth’s lands so?” Danny oberved her from his position, a lasso on her hip and sword in her hand, she seemed… deity-born. He chose to speak for Kronos as the Titan absorbed his energy to mend the damage from the battle.

“One of you has damaged the timeline. Meddled too much, enough to wake Gramps over here. Your attacks on Kronos have also increased the instability, he is an incarnation of the multiverse’s Being of Time.”

Concern crosses the woman who stepped forward’s face, the man in the Trenchcoat looks horrified, “One of us?”

“Yes. Don’t you want to step up,” a green sticky note floated down in front of him, information on the mortals before him, “User of the Speed force?” Most of the ‘heroes’ turned on their heels to face a red-suited man with lightning accents. Danny watched the emotions in the air weave into a collective horror. Kronos seemed to be observing him, and the sticky note, but that wasn’t important.

“All you have to do is come with me, you will be returned-“

“Returned when?” Danny barked a laugh at the Trenchcoat man’s paranoia. He wasn’t wrong to question when beings of time rarely understand the gravity of decades, let alone centuries. Kronos behind him seemed to have shifted postures, into something much more hostile at the Trenchcoat man’s impudence.

“In due time, of course. You have no authority here, Laughing Magician.”

The Flash stepped forward. He looked like a man walking to the gallows. Danny patted Kronos’ arm, and hopped down as the Time God’s grip on him loosened. “Thank you for coming quietly, i wouldn’t have wanted to take the hard way.” He set a hand onto the Flash’s shoulder despite the height difference, and gently pushed him through a portal.

Danny turned to the rest of the heroes, “Do not try to harm Kronos, you will not win.” He turned and waved jauntily to the Titan who returned it with a small fond smile, and stepped through the portal.

The Titan heaved a breath, smile dropping off like the flick of a switch, “Granddaughter, watch your little mortals closer.” And so, Kronos left to fall into slumber once again, only the thoughts of his adorable and only rightful Grandson on his mind.

Silence reigned over the battlefield.

“So-“

“Shut up, Hal.”

Time crisis

Clockwork looked sick, this was the first time Danny had witnessed something like this so he couldn't help but feel concerned for his mentor. However, no matter how many times he asked what was going on, the Ancient refused to answer.

The halfa was taking care of him and finally Clockwork revealed that he was under attack. Danny raised an eyebrow in confusion, he saw no one in Clock Tower and the Observants were not around, seeing his confusion the Master of Time explained himself more clearly.

Clockwork had multiple bodies, distributed in different dimensions. And while they didn't follow the same rules, their job was the same, "preserve the timelines". One of his other bodies must have sensed his timeline being altered multiple times and awoke from its rest to repair the error.

Someone must not have been happy about that, if the damage Clockwork was receiving was anything to go by. The Ancient had no doubt that if they kept attacking him they would cause him further damage, which would be a big problem for the timelines.

The reason he didn't want to tell the halfa that was because he knew Danny would want to help, but not all of his "parts" were good, nor did they have the same methods to "repair" and he didn't want to show the boy a bad part of himself. Although he doubted his other "self" would attack young Daniel, seeing how fond he was of him.

Danny of course, offered to solve the problem. Knowing the boy was stubborn, Clockwork sighed in resignation and opened a portal to the DC Universe, where the Justice League was facing Kronos, Danny stepped through the portal immediately and started running to the battlefield.

Wonder Woman was gritting her teeth in fury as she faced Kronos, who was scowling in annoyance, his gaze seemed to be fixed on the speedster for some reason; half of the League were injured but holding their ground, and John Constantine had almost finished preparing a spell to destroy the titan once and for all. He opened his mouth to tell the Titan it was his end when a teenage boy ran past him.

Danny, who had no idea what was going on, stood in front of Kronos not knowing what to say. He didn't quite know how to fix the situation. Kronos looked at him in confusion as John choked as he noticed the boy in the path of his spell.

"Fate is not inevitable" the halfa told the Titan decisively. While he had been a hero and understood why the people around him would want to "stop" the other Clocky, he didn't want to see his mentor die (even if this was some sort of clone? Danny didn't quite understand), he was selfish, and he knew the other Clocky had his reasons. He looked at the wounded on the battlefield and took a deep breath before looking at the Titan again.

"Come home with me and we'll find another way to solve it" Danny offered, ignoring the heroes glaring at him. Kronos was still silent, he knew he could kill the boy in seconds but something in him protested at the idea.

Danny wondered if he could lock the being in front of him in a Fenton thermos.

[heynhay]

mid week klance because my queen @klanced is on the struggle so I made lawyer au

[raineandsky]

#95

The villain appears around the corner at a run, their hair still wet and their coat ridiculously crumpled. The hero raises an eyebrow at them as they practically skid to a halt in front of them.

“Sorry I’m late,” they say between ragged breaths.

“You’re fifteen minutes late,” the hero points out with a pointed check of their watch, “to your own crime.”

“To my crime?” the villain echoes indignantly. “Why would you invite me to my own crime?”

That barely makes sense to the hero. They root through their pocket and shove a tiny piece of paper in the villain’s face.

The villain’s eyes scan over the paper with an increasingly confused frown. “You told me to meet you here, and I have—even though you were, y’know, fifteen minutes late.”

“[Hero],” the villain says slowly. “This isn’t my writing.”

All accusations lining up in the hero’s mind grind to a halt. “Excuse me?”

“This– This isn’t my writing,” they repeat a little more intensely. They rummage through their coat for a moment, slapping a scrap of paper against the hero’s chest. “Did you write that?”

The hero pries the little piece of paper open.

meet me at the back of the bank at 6:30pm. not a fight. - Hero

“I didn’t write that,” the hero says automatically.

“What the hell is going on?” the villain demands. It seems to be aimed more at the air than the hero, but they feel inclined to answer regardless.

“I don’t know,” they say uselessly. “Someone wanted to bring us together. They knew we’d answer each other.”

They gesture with the note for emphasis. “Jesus Christ,” the villain says flatly. “It’s a two-for-one deal. We’re going to die.”

“We’re not going to die, [Villain],” the hero snaps, but the way the villain is glancing over their shoulder is making them want to do the same. 

The villain’s face twitches into some kind of horrible acceptance of fate for a moment. They open their mouth, their breath misting in the evening air as they gear up to probably say something stupid, but a voice cuts them off.

“Isn’t this a nice little gathering?” the henchman says brightly. “I’m glad you both came.”

[awkward-teabag]

Love (cannot emphasis how much sarcasm there is in that word) that an official Canadian government response to high cellphone rates is to switch carriers.

Switch it to what? We basically have three companies since one was allowed to eat the forth (with the government saying it wasn't anti-competition and the company eating the other pinky promising they wouldn't jack rates up). Even the smaller companies have to rent infrastructure from the Big Three so there's only so much they can do if that rent costs an arm and a leg.

And that's not touching on how many "small companies" are actually just subsidiaries of the Big Three. You may save $5 but you're still with Telus/Rogers/Bell.

Or that the actual small companies tend to have shit coverage because they don't have the infrastructure available to them and are prevented from getting it. Or their traffic is throttled in favour of the Big Three's customers. Or both.

Or that they're extremely regional thus aren't an option for a huge chunk of Canada's population.

We have no true options and the government has shown time and again that they're fine with monopolies, in multiple industries, and don't care when said monopolies jack up prices to make shareholders and the c-suite more money at the expense of everyone else. At most there will be a verbal slap on the wrist and a giftcard for $25 that people have to register for, for a decade and a half of price gouging.

It's not talked a whole lot about outside the country from what I've seen and heard but Canada is a country of monopolies. A handful of companies own nearly everything, every province has a family or two that owns a hell of a lot (Nova Scotia is basically owned by one family at this point), and our government ignores it. Even the branch that is supposed to be against monopolies is fine with mergers and takeovers in most cases.

Because, you know, the company said it totally wouldn't use consumers' lack of options to increase prices.

[silentreigns]

I think the plot is getting lost. The man used a bunch of racist dogwhistles. That's not being discussed enough and it shouldn't be forgotten. Not to mention in all of the history of motorsport the most well-known personalities are known for explosive personalities and as a result, foul language

[briar--rising]

Rosh Hashanah is next week. It's always been my favorite holiday, and every year I prepare for it and look forward to it. But this year I've been dreading it, and until this past week I couldn't figure out why.

I haven't been to synagogue much in the past year. I've gone a handful of times, but much less than any other year since graduating college. And I thought of going, my therapist tried to encourage me to go because she knows it often makes me feel better, but there was just this inner resistance that I couldn't figure out and wasn't ready to look at closely enough to decipher anyway. And then as the High Holy Days got closer and closer I started to notice that I was really dreading them, which is not how I usually feel. And so I brought it up in therapy on Tuesday, and came to some really important realizations.

I've been doing a lot of very serious grief work and trauma work this fall. My most serious trauma anniversaries are almost all in the fall, and it's a season of great grief and usually highly elevated symptoms for me. My first serious psychotic break was in the fall, four of my five hospitalizations have been in the fall, etc. Until this year I spent every autumn of the past decade pretty severely psychotic. I could not face the trauma and grief that this time of year brings up for me, I could not process those feelings and memories without losing my mind in defense so that I wouldn't have to truly experience them. I've always known this, and for a few years have tried very hard to truly experience my grief and not retreat into psychosis, but I never managed it until this year.

This autumn has been different. I've still struggled with psychosis much more than in the summer, I still have to fight it most days. But I'm winning most of those fights. And I'm grieving. I'm mourning, I'm crying, I'm sitting with my feelings for as long as I can bear and then distracting myself from them when they get too much instead of retreating into symptoms most of the time. I'm genuinely experiencing the thoughts and feelings I need to be experiencing. I'm reading about death, about grief, about loss, I'm talking about these things in therapy. It's often incredibly painful, though sometimes it is simply a peaceful kind of sorrow. I'm getting in touch with a lot of the feelings I've found so difficult to face from some of the hardest times of my life, and I'm experiencing some of them again.

And some of those feelings that I was really quite blindsided by and that I've been largely repressing for 15 years are incredibly complicated feelings about G-d. When I was 11 years old I was just like any other religious and traumatized kid: I prayed to G-d to fix it. I did that thing kids do, I tried to make bargains with Him. "Dear G-d, if I clean my room will You save my mommy? If I'm perfect, will You fix my family?" You know. Things like that.

I was desperate for anything, anyone to save me. I talk sometimes about the particular traumas of that year, about my brother's birth, about my mother's hospitalizations, about her suicide attempt. But I have no words to express the year as a whole, except to say that terrible thing after terrible thing after terrible thing happened, and throughout all of it I was neglected and left at sea. My mom was sick, my dad was trying to keep his head above water, no one was there for me. So I tried to turn to G-d. And when He wasn't there for me either, I felt incredibly abandoned and betrayed, both by Him but also because I was taking my feelings about my family neglecting me during severe trauma and putting them onto Him. It's hard for me to express the levels of hurt and rage I felt at G-d during that time period.

And then my memory cuts out. I remember approximately nothing from shortly after my twelfth birthday (in June) until November over a year later. I have a handful of memories of specific events that took place at school or at camp, but absolutely zero memories of my internal feelings or anything that ever took place at home during seventh grade. It's just. Gone. Always has been, probably always will be.

The next significant things I remember in terms of my relationship to G-d and my religion are all about Hebrew High School, which I loved (I got to start it early bc I was being bullied in normal Hebrew School), and preparing for my Bat Mitzvah, which I also loved. My memory goes from intense feelings of betrayal and abandonment and agony to instantaneously a relatively low conflict, positive relationship with G-d and Judaism (with Jewish-appropriate amounts of questioning of course and moments of anger, but no true rage and despair like I once felt). And I stayed in that space of Judaism-as-comfort-with-minimal-internal-conflict for the next 10+ years. I have no idea how that transition happened, but it certainly didn't occur because I slowly and naturally dealt with all of my complicated feelings and embraced religion after processing.

And then this year, well. I guess the processing came due. I'd like to be very very clear that being Jewish always has been and always will be incredibly important to me, and nothing about any of this changes that. I am struggling, though. I'm re-experiencing a lot of those childhood feelings of betrayal and abandonment and confusion and rage. And not being ready to face those feelings is why I've been subconsciously avoiding synagogue for the past year, and is why I've been dreading the holidays. At least now I'm aware of what's happening, so that's a step in the right direction. And in the long term this is a good and important step not only in my trauma recovery but in my relationship with Judaism and with G-d; I can't have as deep of a relationship as I want without this kind of struggle. To quote my therapist, "your relationship with Judaism is too important to you to be easy." Thankfully in Judaism struggling like this is not only allowed but expected. But it is a struggle, right now. A painful one.

I leave you all with a song I've been listening to on repeat that is helping me confront and think about a lot of these feelings:

[naomiknight-17]

Kinesiologist: You should try joining a club. It doesn't even have to be an exercise club - just a hobby or something to encourage you to get out of the house and go for walks. My one patient joined this Jamaican Seniors group -

Me, a white-ass Canadian under 40: That might not be the right club for me

[overcaffeinated-aro]

I got an email from my grandpa today and all the draft responses I’ve been working on in my head sound like an 18th century letter that’s going to have to travel for months to reach him.

pandemic year 5 really has me feeling like me and a very small handful of people I know are living on an entirely different plane of existence than everyone else

[yuzuuu4]

ガーーーーン!!!

[rhysnolastname]

y’all would reblog a thousand posts before you take a single action in your own community that is actually helpful.

[holyterrortomboy]

step 1: wear a fucking mask

[bright-and-burning]

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[drumlincountry]

You have to separate your ego from your work. You have to you have to. PLEASE.

I was invited to facilitate a Project with a group of teenagers in a Very Small Town. They pick a challenge in their community, I help them design a solution for that challenge. They picked: what if we had a youth space to hang out in after school?

I said: like a youth café?

They said: no we have a youth café and it sucks. No one goes to it because it sucks.

I said: hmm. ok, what if you guys work on designing an ideal youth café, according to the teens of the town? and I will ask the people who run the actual youth café to hear your suggestions.

So these teenagers survey their whole school, they find out what teenagers want in a youth café. What facilties would make them want to go. When they would go. How much they would pay to attend. They made a bunch of little charts :-)

And I contact the committee of volunteers who have been doing the admirable and thankless job of maintaining a youth facilitiy in a tiny, declining rural town.

I said: Hey. You know how you can’t get young people to use your expensive and difficult to maintian facilities? Well, these kids are willing to tell you exactly what to do to attract them. Will you hear them out?

and this local volunteer says, disgusted and offended: Oh. OH. they have SUGGESTIONS, do they??? WELL. Suggestions. And they never even USE the facilities. Are you trying to say that WE have been doing something WRONG?!?!

Girl....... apologies to ur ego. but the answer to ur question is literally yes.

[greenerteacups]

most of my AO3 comments are really amazing but every now and then i'll get one that is just wildly entitled

like someone just wrote a comment on ch38 that's like "please have them get together soon i don't want to wait. also [x] needs more character development." ??? bitch i'm not a menu why are you out here trying to order

[captainshyguy]

i do wish that people hadnt been so rabidly critical and vicious towards steven universe back in the day, because now it feels like u cant discuss any parts of the show u didnt like without getting lumped in with those guys lol

[themself]

i read somewhere online that theres a thing young people do where they treat their friends and community like commodities. like anytime they dont get what they want out of a friendship they leave, like as if theyre stopping shopping at a store that isnt providing them the product they want. like Friendship Product did not provide sufficient joy, will not consume again.

in this way i feel really disconnected from a lot of the people around me, who often suggest i cut somebody out of my life over some grievance or argument, often minor.