#is that insensitive?

[wizardnuke]

like you really aren't allowed to say shit about southerners until you have firsthand seen how people live deep in the appalachian hollers because it is fucking tragic. the poverty and the food desert and the lack of resources in general is so bad. the drugs. yall dont understand

[emmas]

I think a nuclear bomb is gonna go off the first time they meet

[stealingyourbones]

A viral video of a ghostly meta being forcibly trapped, arrested, and contained, all the while these odd men in white uniforms shout penal codes that, shockingly enough, were real and in direct offense to the multitude of metahuman and alien protection laws that should have had this organization dismantled years ago.

Nationwide protests demanding dismantling of the Guys in White have gathered global attention. The white haired ghost boy captured by the GIW has finally been released after months and has multiple interviews scheduled with news outlets to discuss his treatment within their facilities. His first interviewer: Daily Planet duo Clark Kent and Lois Lane.

[yourfaveisintersex]

Sadako Yamamura from Ring is canonically intersex (in the novel), and her variation is Complete Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome (CAIS)!

[trixiesol-blog]

We got to vote all these republicans out of office! They do not belong in government! They don’t give a damn about the average American! This bitch should fall on a knife! 🤬😤

[wormswurld]

[valkugo]

and i wonder: do you see her in the back of your mind in my eyes?

i see her in the back of my mind. all the time. (feels like a fever. like i'm burning alive. like a sign.)

[aflamboyanceofflamingos]

Tim, suddenlly looking up: Oh My God Dick: What? are you okay? What happened? Tim: I just realized why Jason keeps making jokes about how he died Jason: Yeah, because I died. It was a fairly big thing Tim: No, it's because nothing else happened when you were Robin Jason: What Tim: Dick's the original Robin and the first sidekick, not to mention Discowing, so he has a lot to joke about- Dick: Hey! Discowing was cool Tim: No it was not. Neither was Ric without a k. Never be anything but Nightwing Dick: Aw, you like it when I'm myself Tim: No, I'm less tramatized when you're yourself. Anyway, Steph started a gang war, Demon Brat died and came back to life and is still Robin, Duke's not Robin but he started We Are Robin and jumped out of a police car before being a vigilante and I have my own things that we don't need to discus- Dick: Saved the world in a intergalatic baseball game- Jason: Hid the purchase of your own batmoblie in the batarang expenses- Dick: Sunk around and took photos of vigilante at the age of 9- Tim: THAT WE DON'T HAVE TO DISCUSS! Back to what I was saying, Jason's the boring robin Jason: Rude- Tim: You were the good robin, the little crazy shit you did like steal the tires off the batmobile were kinda overshadowed by the fact that you like Jane Austen and you been red hood is because you died so everything you've done since then still has to do with the one thing that happened to you as Robin Dick: Oh My God. You said you were sticking to the same joke over and over again so it would have the same effect, but really you have nothing else to make jokes about Tim: Exactly! Jason: We really don't have to talk about this- Tim: I need to go tell Steph immediately Dick: I need to go tell everyone immediately

[undead-cypress]

Strohl and Hulkenberg are so funny to me as a duo. They're the exact same type of people - they NEED to pledge their life to a liege or they'll start ripping up your couch like an understimulated shepherd dog. However they go about it in polar opposite directions. (Early-game story spoilers ahead, mid-game gameplay spoilers) Hulkenberg had her life purpose taken away years back and comes to realize hyperfocusing probably isn't the optimal way to go about it, so she expands her horizons to do her duty better. Strohl had no will to live until joining the assassination plot, and then it fails so bad he resolves to hyperfocus so hard the classes he unlocks can only do one thing, critical slash damage really really well

Hulkenberg is the formal knightly one but she delights in mucking around and would rather fist fight people than think. But then she demolishes you in chess and teaches you tactics while Strohl, the familiar casual guy who's a lot more stategically minded is the one always sharpening a sword and implying if anything happened to you, seppuku may be on the table - Gallica this is so scary play encounter music - my courage has increased

It all clicked when I saw their third tier classes are paladin/dark knight and samurai. Ohhhh you guys are henchmen. You wanna be henchmen so bad. They're the exact same kinda guy but are completely baffled by everything the other guy does. They have everything in common and nothing in common. They both think they're the normal one of the group. They have completely different ideas about how to best do their jobs but they simply must beat the shit out of each other on the deck daily or else they might have to actually go to therapy. I need an early 2000s team up/roadtrip action movie with these two where Will is faking being kidnapped to draw out the bad guys but Gallica didn't tell Strohl and Hulkenberg because their bad acting would immediately give it away and they proceed to absolutely demolish the metaphorical furniture of the house of Euchronia looking for the world's most specialest lil' captain. Do you see my vision 🤌

[michaelromantic]

I feel like i'm not steeped enough in the fob fandom to write a witty, funny, or insightful caption for these images, but he's so cute with his jackets and the hats that cover his eyes :,)))

[moodyvoid]

Them: “Used Car Salesman Hawks isn’t real, he can’t hurt you.”

Used Car Salesman Hawks:

[buggshotz]

i gess he can be happy 😒

[flwrkid14]

Buried Beneath The Laughter They Ignored

Tim is totally fine. Ridiculously fine, actually.

It didn’t matter that he woke up feeling this bubbling, manic laughter in his chest, like everything was suddenly so fucking funny. It didn’t matter that he’d woken up from another nightmare last night, crying, calling for his mama—not the mother he lost, but the mother he gained, Harley Quinn. And it didn’t matter that most days, he felt more like Joker Junior than he did Tim Drake.

It didn’t matter that no one else seemed to fucking care.

He shoved down every bit of laughter clawing up his throat, because he knew if he let even one chuckle slip, they’d all give him that look. The one they always did. Disapproval masked as concern. They didn’t like Junior. They didn’t want to believe Junior was still in there, clawing his way up every time Tim breathed.

It didn’t matter that no one ever asked him how he was doing. They didn’t want to talk about it. Because talking about it would make it real, and they preferred pretending it wasn’t. They expected him to be fine, to push it down, to carry on like nothing happened. If he tried to bring it up, they’d say he was being insensitive—insensitive to Jason's trauma. What fucking irony, he thought bitterly. As if it wasn’t insensitive to be stepping all over his by not letting him speak.

It didn’t matter that he caught them glancing at him sometimes, like they were waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for him to snap, waiting for Junior to come out again. But they never asked. No one asked what was going on in his head. No one fucking asked.

It didn’t matter that when he finally snapped, when he finally screamed at them, sick and tired of pretending, they had the nerve to act clueless. As if they didn’t know.

It didn’t matter that Dick, of all people, screamed back. Yelling like he was being unreasonable. Like he was the problem. He screamed at Tim, demanding answers, to ask what the hell he meant by Joker Junior, as if—

As if they didn’t know.

They didn’t fucking know.

This whole time, they hadn’t known.

They didn’t know Tim had been taken. They didn’t know Tim had been missing. They didn’t know Tim had been held prisoner at the hand of the Joker for months, tearing him apart, piece by piece, until Junior was the only thing left of him. They didn’t know he had screamed for them, begged for someone to find him, but no one ever did.

They didn’t know how much he had suffered. Alone. They didn’t know how much he had changed. They didn’t know that every time he woke up now, it felt like he was still Joker Junior, just wearing Tim’s skin.

And they didn’t know how much it hurt—how much it broke him—to realize that they had never known.

Tim wasn’t fucking okay. And it mattered—oh, it mattered—that they didn’t fucking know.

Because if they didn’t know, it meant no one ever bothered to look. It meant no one ever cared enough to notice.

[crossover-enthusiast]

I feel like the Lilo and Stitch remake ending with Nani choosing herself over Lilo is very indicative of how modern society (mostly Americans) has almost completely isolated humans from each other and enables them to be selfish and not care for others

Or maybe I'm just insane idk

[capesch-arts]

I cannot begin to express what a fucking power move it is to have a trans dude oc whos name basically means Dick Joy,,,, your mind

Yeahhh woohoo!

[raisengen]

It only just occurred to me that Rhodes Island's codename system is likely rooted in the Sarkaz naming customs (or lack thereof).

It's fairly common for us to see Sarkaz with no name, or just an epithet. Famously, W took her name from a dead man when she picked up his gun.

To other peoples, something as basic as lacking a name is likely to come off as strange or untrustworthy, creating extra distance between them and any nameless Sarkaz.

Rhodes Island can't give every Sarkaz a "real" name, nor can they change Sarkaz culture to accept such things—and they can't change the rest of the world to accept it either. What they can do is create an environment in which "real" names aren't used, so that everyone is on an equal footing.

This realisation brought to you by Degenbrecher insulting the codename system: