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[gildedlead]

Steph: I don’t think Jason likes me very much.

Duke: Huh? What makes you say that?

Steph: He cut my grapple line, just cause I tried to pass over Crime Alley!!

Tim: Eh. Jason doesn’t really like anyone. I wouldn’t take it personal. Just be glad he didn’t shoot at you.

Duke: Are we thinking of the same Jason right now?

Tim: Is there some other Jason we should know about?

Duke: Look, I’m not saying I don’t believe you guys, it’s just hard to picture. Look, here he comes now.

Jason, dapping Duke up: Narrows! You coming to book club tomorrow?

Duke: Wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Jason: Glad to hear it, and don’t be afraid to bring your own work, too. I’ve seen your writing, it’s powerful. Really. I’ve gotta bounce, but you think about it, alright?

Duke: Yeah, yeah…See you, Park Row.

Tim:

Steph:

Tim & Steph: Hey What The Fuck.

[nonbinary-octopus]

if you got an additional line of income that guaranteed your basic needs would be met, (notes below)

notes:

- the money can come from whatever source you'd like to imagine. UBI, sugar daddy, magically delivered in unmarked bills onto your dining table overnight by elves, blackmailing jeff bezos, wherever

- it will keep coming indefinitely

- basic needs: housing, food, medical care, clothes, a bit of disposable income, etc. You would not be rich, but you would have enough. It will rise with inflation and such, to have the same purchasing power as before, and will cover you and your dependents

- any money you earn at your job (or anywhere) is on top of the basic needs money. How much you get is not affected by how much you make elsewhere

- vacation doesn’t necessarily mean you go anywhere; you just don't need to go to work

[thebibliosphere]

If given the choice to time travel I’d much prefer to go forwards in the hope that they might have found a cure for my numerous chronic conditions, but failing that I’ll take the era of medicine when they were prescribing cocaine in cough drops.

If I’m going to die from malpractice, I might as well have some fun first.

[disabeetled]

reminder to all my disabled lovelies that "gross" symptoms do not make you gross or lesser in any way. incontinence, vomiting, irritable bowels, or gastrointestinal issues shouldn't be as demonized as they are. you are real, valid, and loved

[gaylordthethird]

So... your telling me there are people who are just, completely fine???

Not in any pain, not in any discomfort. Not overwhelmed, not anxious. No intrusive thoughts or imposter syndrome?

Just fine????

Not even any allergies?????

[etz-ashashiyot]

In honor of being added to the newest round of Zionist blocklist posts, I would like to offer to anyone feeling left out that they are welcome to reblog and add themselves to my

Voluntary opt-in Zionist Blocklist

Are you a Zionist, or just a person who doesn't want Israelis to die but does want the Hamasnik/tankie/terrorist fandom trash to take itself out?

This post is for you!

And for anyone who might see this post and takes those lists seriously? Consider this list a token of gratitude for showing yourselves out. 🙂 Cheers!

[misternohair]

Lmao get bodied racoon bois

[hexasart]

Friendly reminder! :>

[myriad-rainbows]

I think I need a "I ❤️ Speculative Xenobiology" t-shirt

[xf-cases-solved]

headcanon that the moment mulder realized he was down bad was the first time he ever heard scully laugh rly rly hard. like, full belly laugh, hands clutching her stomach, tears down her face laugh. it took him entirely by surprise, bc while she's very funny and has a good sense of humor, she usually sort of just chuckles or snorts. it's hard to even get a single giggle out of her sometimes (he has come to rly cherish that night in the cemetery during their first case when he later learned that she's not usually so unrestrained.) the laughing fit that made him realize he was down bad was probably entirely at his expense, and he didn't even care. if anything, he was proud that something he did -- even if that something was just being an idiot -- made her laugh like that. after awhile she calmed down and caught her breath, and they went on with their day, except mulder now had this new knowledge (exciting and terrifying in equal measure) that he was falling in love with her. he thought about it all day, and that night, during his regularly scheduled bout of insomnia, he mentally added to his list of priorities -- of which included things such as "find samantha" and "learn the truth" -- "make scully laugh again"

and that's still one of his top priorities to this day 😌

[itstimeforstarwars]

1) Coruscant is built with buildings upon buildings upon buildings, so high that a lot of people have never seen sunlight in their life

2) there is absolutely no way that Coruscant’s building codes would allow that shit to be anything less than fireproof, especially the further down you go.

3) as seen by the lack of safety railings in high places, and the lack of covers on vats of acid or smelting equipment, and the fact that they freely brought space godzilla into the heart of fucking Coruscant...citizen and worker safety is generally not a big concern in the gffa

Conclusion: there is soooo much space asbestos in Coruscanti buildings, especially in the lower levels. Space mesothelioma must be a fucking epidemic among Coruscanti construction workers.

[niobiumao3]

I submit Darth Vader is the most relatable SW villain for any adult:

Infuriated by teenaged daughter thwarting him (several times, then she gaslights him about it)

Obsessed with former manager who publicly owned him (twice)

Starts a fight in a staff meeting by trying to kill a coworker (who mocked his religion)

Kills someone over zoom with the force of his anger while having a totally normal conversation with someone else (who among us)

Makes perfectly reasonable offer to go in on the family business to son, sighs when son dramatically rejects it by falling off a building (not mad just disappointed)

Finally gets tired of boss, chucks him into a huge hole (so tired)

Dies from literal exhaustion (see: tired)

Annoys former direct report in the afterlife (while getting to look young again)

[neon-kazoo]

A Familiar Face

[Warnings: medical setting, coming out of sedation, IV mention]

Hero blinked, face contorting in a mix of confusion and discontent. Slowly, their surroundings came into view. A curtain, a small room cornered off by it, a figure by their feet. They laid on a bed lined with blue sheets with several white blankets layered over them. A nurse tapped quietly on a standing keyboard to their side.

They closed their eyes for another second, and when they opened them again the figure at their feet now loomed closer. It took a second, but Hero recognized the features peering down at them.

“Villain?!” They tried to exclaim, but it came out more as a cough. Their throat was dry and partially numb, making it difficult to form any subsequent words.

“What-“ they coughed again, falling into a short fit. The nurse laid a gentle hand on their arm, assuring them that that response was normal.

Momentarily distracted from their enemy’s presence in the room, Hero noticed their right arm feeling oddly cold. When they managed to untangle the limb from the sheets, an IV was revealed settled into the crook of their elbow.

Not that surprising, considering that it was there before they were put to sleep.

Hero gathered themselves, eventually able to ask weakly, “What are you doing here?”

“You asked me to drive you,” the villain replied, something disturbingly close to concern lurking behind their eyes as they gazed down at the formerly-sedated hero.

Hero narrowed their eyes suspiciously. They remembered signing in for the procedure, but they decidedly did not remember asking their nemesis to accompany them to the hospital.

“Yes, really. I can show you the paperwork if you want.”

Hero glanced to the nurse for help, but she too betrayed them with a confirmation.

Talk about being vulnerable, it didn’t get more trusting than asking your arch enemy to stay in the building while an anesthesiologist rendered you unconscious.

Hero didn’t have the energy to be concerned though, so they accepted the help of the rival that was shifting on their feet.

A change of clothes and a wheelchair ride later, Hero was settled into the front of the villain’s car, fully awake and ready to complain.

“I’m so hungry. Let’s stop at McDonald’s. I would die for some salty fries.”

“Sorry, you can’t eat yet,” Villain informed them apologetically.

Hero glanced at the clock and groaned.

“Some water, at least?” Hero begged.

“No on that too, I’m afraid.”

“What? So you just want me to starve?”

“Not me,” Villain replied easily, not bothering to take their eyes off the road to witness Hero’s grumbling, “Doctor’s orders.”

“So you let doctors do your dirty work now,” Hero huffed, crossing their arms over their chest.

They pointedly ignored the smile that spread across the criminal’s lips at their tantrum.

A long winded rant about dehydration followed.

When they were finally handed a water bottle an hour later, Villain had to snatch it right back out of their hands before they chugged it.

Don’t even get them started on the food an hour after that.

[skiddliebop]

Discuss: Top songs that Peerless Cucumber has queued up to daydream Luo Binghe AMVs to.

I propose:

Seven Nation Army

I'll Make a Man Out of You (obligatory training montage)

Slipping Through My Fingers (pre-conference era 😔)

Feel free to add on <3

[getvalentined]

God I am so fucking tired of the "introverts are quiet and that means they're nice, extroverts are annoying and loud" bullshit. Honestly. This mentality is one of the things that allowed me to spend the better part of two decades believing I was an introvert when I am actually an extrovert with extreme social anxiety.

Introverts generally use energy when interacting with other people.

Extroverts generally gain energy by interacting with other people.

That's it. That's the dichotomy. And it's not even entirely consistent from one person to the next. Extroverts are capable of social exhaustion. Introverts are capable of social excitement. Extroverts are not automatically social butterflies, introverts are not automatically antisocial homebodies. Extroverts may not like making phone calls because it doesn't feel like a "real" social interaction and just leaves them feeling drained, whereas introverts may like phone calls better than in-person interactions because it doesn't feel like a "real" social interaction and doesn't drain their emotional battery.

Introverts are not delicate misanthropes who hate people and never leave their homes. Extroverts are not "emotional sluts" (yes, I've seen this!) who spend all their free time partying or what the fuck ever.

If the thought of going out to interact with other people who you know and enjoy having in your life fills you with dread, guess what? That's not introversion, that's social anxiety. If the thought of not being able to go interact with other people makes you want to break down, guess what? That's not extroversion, that's a symptom of social starvation. Both of these are signs that there is something wrong and you need to talk to a professional, not make quippy posts on the internet about how much extroverts suck because they keep making you go outside or how introverts are so annoying because they never want to spend time with you.

It is not as cut and dry as you have been led to believe, and it never will be.

[etz-ashashiyot]

Surely, watching certain pro-Israel right-wingers bicker with Hamasniks as someone who like, cares about humanity, has got to be the definition of Jewish hell.

Is this the racism pissing contest Olympics?