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[srtatropicalia]

My tradition is pool parties

my only advice is to BE CAREFUL posting about holiday traditions around europeans. you'll post something casual like "anyone else watch the old Grinch movie every year? what a classic" and a european will appear as if summoned and say some shit like "funny how USAmericans always CONVENIENTLY forget that Not Everyone On Earth is from The USA…….. no of COURSE we dont watch 'the grunch' or whatever the fuck that is…. our tradition is to attend a community showing of Glummdorf the Racial Stereotype"

[anyknotrants]

-breakfast in the Wayne kitchen-

Jason: *making scrambled eggs*

Dick: *eating his cereal*

Tim: *drinking his 5th cup of coffee*

Damian: *comes in in a too big tee, his hair a mess, and still half asleep*

Dick: morning sleepy head

Tim: *grunts in greeting*

Damian: 'morning...

Dick: *chuckles* well someone was up last night

Damian: *grunts* 'was doing homework *goes for the coffee pot*

Dick: *hums*

Jon: *comes in, somehow looking even more tired that Damian*

Jon: morning...

Jason, not even turning aroud: good morning, homework

Dick: *chokes on his food*

Damian: *blushes hard*

Jon: ??

[candyje11yfish]

nacho ahhahaha (i hope this looks cool)

[thunderon]

working an office job now is so funny because when i was 16 i worked a shitty minimum wage job where my manager was an ex-felon bodybuilder with knuckles tats who spent time in prison for attempted murder… so guess what, phil? your fancy title and lame white-collar intimidation tactics aren’t going to work on me, actually. i watched my old boss pull a knife on someone. you really think im going to fall to my knees when you make passive aggressive commentary? please get real

[weralika]

guys forget about height difference pls look at Kevin's piercing....

What if instead of face tattoos, they were tramp stamps?

[catfindr]

[swiftiesbuddie]

[malcontentonline]

[teaboot]

Like

Person who I enjoy listening to: (opinion)

Me: Oh, what and interesting thought! They are inviting me to engage with them in the human art of "conversation", which is a social activity in which two or more individuals form bonds by listening and asking question on a topic of shared interests

Me: This is a clear bid for connection that demonstrates vulneurability, respect, and a desire to become friends and bre heard. How wonderful! I am amenable to this request.

Me: I should demonstrate my affection and enthusiasm by accepting their invitation to listen to their feelings

Me: (comment)

New friend: (reply, elaboration)

Me: Wow, they obviously care about this topic. Have they heard of this related thing? I wonder how it plays in to their beliefs (reference, opinion)

New friend: (Passionate response)

Me: Wow, they're so educated and enthusiastic on this topic and its complexities, but I've noticed a paradox in their reasoning- Are they aware of this? And if so, how do they reconcile it? Maybe we can develop new opinions and perspectives together! What a great experience! (Question)

New friend: (lengthy, well-thought-out conclusion)

Me: I'm learning so much about this person. I can't wait to hear what else they have to say

(---Three weeks down the road, in the middle of an unrelated discussion---)

New cool friend: (suddenly dropping the topic) Jesus Christ, why does everything have to be a fucking fight with you? It's like you always have to have the last word, it's exhausting, why can't you just say "okay" and leave it at that? Were you an only child or something? I have to just bite my tongue and avoid speaking sometimes cause once I make a comment you have to say something back and it just goes on and on forever. You don't have to prove you know everything, God, it never fucking ends

Me:

Me: I have misunderstood a few things

I was taught how to communicate by my papa

His style of conversation, by the way very much followed the philosophy of "if an observation is stated, then we may compare plausible explanations for each other's consideration, and in doing so, we will come to a deeper understanding of how the other person thinks and feels about similar topics, and what process they use to form opinions on the world at large"

And while I very much enjoy learning about other people this way, there HAVE been some downsides

Primarily, the fact that about two months or so into meeting a cool and interesting new person with so many fascinating thoughs and opinions that I enjoy learning about, a solid 85% of them seem to suddenly snap out of nowhere and ask me to "stop always needing to be right about everything and argue all the time"

And it's like

Oh

My bad

[weltenwellen]

Ruth Awad, from “Reasons To Live”

[jm-chrome]

small and angryy

[dandey-lion]

Dpxdc prompt.

Imagine there are tinier ancients, ancients of planets. But instead of every ancient having one planet, they would be the ancient of a group of planets that are similar and possess similar qualities.

For simplicity, I will refer to these ancients as the ancient of [insert planet of our solar system that falls under their domain] ex: Ancient of Jupiter

For years, the Ancient of Mars has harbored resentment against the people of Earth for throwing their little machines all over her precious planet. They take parts of it back- for study, they say! Why, There’s even rumors of those little pests moving there! How dare they!

And they just keep coming.

She complains to the Ancient of Earth, but again and again they disturb her perfect planet.

One day she snaps.

She descends upon Earth.

The Justice League is scrambling- they had no time to prepare for such a large threat. Unless they stop her, she will transform Earth into an unrecognizable planet- a planet like Mars, which cannot sustain all of Earth’s life.

Unless they stop her, it will be a massacre that they may not recover from.

So they have to stop her.

They go to fight.

They have gotten ready the best they can. They have found where she is. They go forth to fight for their home and everything in it-

She’s thrown in front of them, battered and bruised, shaking and trembling. They ready themselves as she tries to get up, but a flash of green obscures their vision.

The light clears, they dare to look up.

Bright, green glow. White, floating hair. Shimmering black and white clothes that hold the stars.

And his eyes.

Wild and angry, so full of raw emotion it exudes from him in waves.

This man, too ethereal to be real, glowing, holds the Ancient of Mars by her throat.

[befallenstars-archive]

First, lemme just...

This was so adorable. Spoilers under the cut—

The way he memorized everything the reader told him??? The little details??? MY HEART.

I can easily imagine the way his voice so calming and gentle and patient as he talks to the reader. The way he doesn't even leave it to chance hoping the reader knows how much he cares about the little rambling they do. Noooo, he makes sure that they are fully aware of how well-loved and cared for they are.

All the little ramblings are written in mental notes and kept in a jar close to his heart. I just know it.

The plushie too. Ohhhh, the adorable and beloved plushie. That part had my heary melting then and there. And he even added on with the holding the reader close and giving them a safe space to just let it out? Urgh...it's so sweet and fluffy and soft please😭🫶

MOZE X GN!READER ﾉ comfort. sfw. not proofread and very short!

Something pokes your back through the blankets you’ve buried yourself under. Once, twice, then a brief moment of silence follows before your mattress dips down from underneath his weight.

“I brought you something.”

He doesn’t hear a response aside from a muffled hum into the pillow that only Moze could make out as a sign for him to continue. “Sun bear.”

“….Bear?”

“Bear.” He places the plush where he assumes your hands are.

The room falls silent again, but he can’t find it in himself to tear his eyes off your frame for any longer than a split second. Though, had you moved even an inch out from underneath the comfort of your duvet, surely you would have caught the way the look in his eyes softens ever so slightly as soon as he hears you sniffle.

“Oh,” you’re speaking into your arm now, he thinks— from the muffled way your voice comes out. “Well thank you. I like sun bears.”

“I know.”

“I like how— ” your voice cracks, and you immediately fall silent again. “Um— ”

“You like how funny they look,” he finishes your words for you, having heard this story all too many times to not know it like the back of his hand by now. “And you like how they look when they stand. You like that one picture of them waving.”

“You like moles too. Because they have ‘cute noses.’”

You’re eerily silent now, but he sees the tremble of your body from well above the blankets. It’s why he’s as gentle as someone like him could possibly be when he places a hand somewhere around your back before rubbing up and down— the way you always do for him whenever you want to lull him to sleep.

Somehow, he thinks your body relaxes under his touch. Even if just a bit.

“The General gave me the day off.”

It’s painfully obvious to him that you’re struggling to hold back your tears from the way your body rises up and down against his palm— raggedly, as if trying to wholly silence the sound of your own breathing. “Mm- oh. Did she?”

This time, your voice comes out much, much more strained than you thought it would, and you seem to instantly realize that he picks up on this too from how your shoulders abruptly stiffen. “Sorry. I’m just a little bit sad—”

“I can tell.”

“Oh.”

There’s a shuffling as the mattress dips from directly behind your back now, before you hear him let out a quiet huff to plop down beside you— large arm easily pulling your body back to meet his chest. You don’t say anything, only sneaking a hand out from underneath the blankets to lightly grab onto one of his wrists.

“Hmph.” He holds you just like this— cradling you, along with your mass of blankets, close to him. The gesture seems to reach you this time, seeing as how your hands abruptly fly up to wipe at your tears before he hears you sniffle again, followed by a mumbled series of apologies.

“You should let it out.” Moze pulls you closer to his heart, as if holding you tighter was even possible. Tighter until he’s certain you can feel his heartbeat pound against your back.

“Okay,” you’re mumbling against his own arm this time, “then I think I’ll be sad for just a little bit if that’s okay.”

[dreamdripdistance]

"I touched the other side of the cracked mirror, screaming "why", but you never paid me any mind" (HAPPY ISATVERSARY)

[littleskrib]

Touch

|16052024

| based on "Perfect Slaughter" by @imagineitdearies

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