#would i be the asshole

[aita-blorbos]

WIBTA for having my son killed?

I (M60) recently married my son (M23)'s beloved fiancée (F23). Please note that this was a political arrangement. Ever since the marriage, my son has been depressed. My wife is also deeply unhappy and clearly does not love me. I know this because I caught her in the act of being alone, without a single lady-in-waiting as a chaperone! Naturally, I assumed that she must have quickly dismissed an illicit 'companion' before I arrived - namely, my son. As punishment, I banished my wife's best friend from court, but that still doesn't solve the root of the problem: I suspect adultery between my wife and my son.

I am the king, so it is very important that my wife is faithful to me. It is also important that my son doesn't embarrass me in public. However, at a ceremony where everybody in the kingdom is invited to watch heretics get executed, my son had the audacity to demand to be made regent of one of my provinces. I wouldn't let myself be tricked. I knew he wanted access to an army he can use to kill me, and if he didn't do that, he'd probably try to fight for religious freedom. I refused, and he drew his sword on me! Fortunately, my most trusted confidant (M21) who I met a week ago was there to disarm and arrest him.

Not long after that, my mistress (F25) stole my wife's jewelry box and showed it to me. It turns out that my wife keeps a portrait of my son with her most valued possessions! This is as close to confirmation that they are having an affair as I can get. I am now faced with a difficult decision. My son has stolen my wife from me and threatens to tear down everything our dynasty has fought for! The anguish my son's betrayals have caused me will hound me to my grave. Yet I fear for my immortal soul were I to order his death.

I asked my religious advisor (M80) what I should do, and he told me that God wants me to kill my son. HOWEVER, I don't fully trust his input, because he also tried to threaten me into killing my confidant - my first love! So, I'm trying to find a second opinion. WIBTA for eliminating a traitor and adulterer who is also my son?

[garbage-waifu]

hey Tumblr hive mind, I have a question of morals.

I am a low level manager at a charity retail store. I set up an interview for a candidate for a backroom position and the candidate interviewed yesterday. The store manager interviewed her, and the manager said the candidate was "very very shy but extremely sweet, which wouldn't be an issue in the back room".

The manager then had the candidate go to the assistant manager, who was doing the task the candidate was interviewing for. It's a semi-complicated task, so I understand if the candidate kind of just watched what the assistant manager was doing. But I walked away and came back a couple minutes later, and the candidate was in the task area looking over the guides used and the assistant manager was talking to her in a training way, which feels really off for a first interview. After ten or so more minutes, the candidate was thanked for their time and dismissed.

The assistant manager told me that the candidate was "too shy and timid to make goals".

I am seething. You stuck a shy, anxious person in a weird, close scenario (in the task area they were less than a foot apart from each other), doing a task that should be paid training during an interview, and then deny her because she is shy, which has no pertaining qualities to the solo task of the job.

Would I be the asshole if I said something to HR? I really am still ticked off about the managers forcing the interviewee into doing things that would have been paid training to anyone else, and then denying her for no real reason.

[technically-human]

Jayce Talis but give him the Giopara (lack of) charm

[nouverx]

Louise never heard about puppy love, cause they don't know that term in France 💔

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Lyrics are from Louise by TV Girl ! I was listening to it yesterday and that specific line on the second page screamed Alastor I just had to draw something about it

[pnovibi]

Little sketch of these two

Translation: "Who is this asshole in my workplace?!"

[calypsoccult]

the look minthara hits you with before asking why the refugees aren't being exploited for labor is diabolical

what do you mean '🥺'. put those away

[havenshereagain]

DPxDC Idea

Danny working at Wayne Enterprises as some sort of engineer, uses the in-house app for all his blueprints and stuff

He starts getting notes from a coworker in-app, and assumes its this annoying older guy in his department who constantly undermines him because of his age, despite his education and past achievements (i feel like in this AU the Fentons react well to the reveal and they work together on a number of non-lethal ecto inventions that have Danny's name attached to them)

Except one day his coworker mentions never using the app, and Danny suddenly realizes there's only one other TD he could've been arguing with in the notes of the app

[thesadisticsiren]

Part of me wants to make an AU where Shen Yuan never breaks the OOC lock, or at least breaks it WAY later. I want to see the shenanigans and loopholes he pulls on the system to get his way. He's a clever guy who can strategize and argue like he will die on ANY and EVERY hill, and he DID manage to twist things his way before the lock was lifted. I want to see how far he could GO.

Shen Qingqiu: Obviously the scum villain, upon finding out the little beast is an excellent cook, would keep those skills for himself. He wouldn't share or allow another peak lord or disciple to benefit from it!

System: USER, LETTING THE PROTAGONIST COOK FOR YOU IS OOC!! (￣_￣|||)

Shen Qingqiu: LET HIM? Let him your MOTHER! No, I'm MAKING him. He has to, it's part of his chores. He has to get up extra early to cook for me, and it takes up more of his time. Everyone else gets the Qingjing peak's quality meals, Binghe will have to subsist on whatever extras he can after cooking for this master. Plus if he does badly I have more excuse to punish him! Now shut up, Binghe's making Twice Cooked Pork and I have to watch him do it to make sure he doesn't poison anything. And not because he likes watching Binghe.

Additionally

system: USER WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Σ(っ °Д °;)っ

Shen Qingqiu, patting Binghe's head: What does it look like I'm doing, you bastard. I'm hitting him.

System: ...

Shen Qingqiu: I can't do it too hard, of course! I can't risk leaving marks where people might see them. I'm just being forward thinking!!

AND ALSO

Shen Qingqiu, to himself: FUCK how do I help Liu Qingge without being out of character-

System: NO WORRIES, USER!! ASSISTING THE BAI ZHAN PEAK LORD WITH HIS QI DEVIATION IS NOT OOC! o(*￣▽￣*)o

Shen Qingqiu: fucking WHAT?!?

[mokeonn]

"But if college was free, then people would abuse that and get useless degrees" hell yeah I would! If I could go to college without debt I would make it my job to get a degree in every little thing that interested me. I'd get a doctorate in film studies. I'd have a bachelor's degree for every science I like. I'd try to learn at least 5 languages with varying results. I would learn something "useful" like coding and then follow it up with a ""useless"" degree like art history. I'd be the world record speed run holder for getting every degree possible.

But I can't afford college without going into massive debt, so instead I spent the last 5 years trying to figure out what I am passionate enough about to consider going into debt over, because unfortunately being passionate about everything is extremely expensive to pursue.

[parasiticstars]

Friendly reminder that sexualizing/blorbofying Luigi Mangione and your support for him being a quirky little trending meme is exactly why 1. he's been almost forgotten about when any other time his actions would've had far more rippling consequences, 2. why nothing will ever get done in this fucking ass country, much less the positive-- if violent-- change we need, and 3. goes to show the sheer imbecility of the "lol be gay do crimes" demographic.

Where was your support for Briana Boston, who was falsely arrested just for quoting him? Oh, right, she's not a conventionally attractive white man for you to turn into your next Tumblr sexyman.

[aita-blorbos]

WIBTA for turning one guy down for another?

I'm in a really awkward situation right now. I have... Something? I don't know how to define with this one man. Like I'm attracted to this really intense, passionate guy who's kind of... Really insecure. See, this guy was my music tutor, and I recently got an opportunity to advance my career in music thanks to him.

Until now, none of my interactions with him have been face-to-face. A few weeks ago was the first time we ever met in person. He admitted he'd grown attracted to me, one thing led to another and I went back to his place. For the record, he's a bit older than me, but I'm an adult. I stayed the night, I don't remember everything that happened exactly but what I do recall was wonderful, at least until the morning after.

See, once I could get a good look at the guy's face, I realized he's kinda. Not the best looking man I ever met. He also kind of had a meltdown when I actually saw his face for the first time. It started with him screaming at me, calling me a lot of really cruel things, but then he just... Started crying. From what I could put together, he's been really harshly judged and isolated all his life because of his facial deformity and it's a hell of a trigger for someone to see his face when he isn't expecting it. I couldn't help but feel really sorry for him. At the same time, I'm kind of scared that if he has such a strong temper, he might hurt me in the future if I was to keep seeing him informally after he took me home.

As if that wasn't enough, I also found out recently that my ex-tutor has been up to some really shady shit to support himself, since my music lessons were pro bono. I'm not sure of every pie he's got his fingers in, but he's involved in blackmail and vandalism at least. I'm pretty sure that's how he facilitated that opportunity in my career, for instance.

Anyway, to further complicate things, I met someone else I've kind of always held a candle for since we were kids. See, I had this crush on a boy and I'm pretty sure he liked me back, but circumstances kept us apart and we only really got back in touch as adults. Funny enough, he actually asked me to dinner the same night I ended up going to see the first guy, but. Yeah. That happened.

Anyway, my childhood crush is still really sweet, and he's really into me too, and when I tried to tell other people that I was kidnapped by a deformed musical genius in a mask and whisked away to his lair under the opera house, he was the only person who believed me- at least once my ex-music tutor hanged a man from the roof of the stage.

So, WIBTA if I go out with my childhood friend?

[aretheytheasshole]

OP wanted to know if they'd be the asshole for leaving their girlfriend for humiliating them.

Not at all. Because drunk or not what she's doing is emotional abuse plain and simple. Even has the whole they say they're sorry and won't do it again but they do it again thing.

And if she's willingly telling random strangers at the bar about their sex life then who knows what she's spilling to people they do know personally. Stressed and drunk or not she's the asshole, not OP. As far as the size thing goes that does not make you any less of a man. Because plenty of women I know have told me just because it's small doesn't mean the man doesn't know how to use it. Just saying. So my advice to OP is to keep standing your ground and don't ever go back.

[kermdoeswriting]

"I wanna hire you"

Every last Friday of the month Jason, Kori and Roy partake in a small tradition.

They meet up for dinner in their respective cities, costume or not, and just catch up on the others respective lives.

It was a dumb tradition Roy had suggested when the Outlaws split up the first time, not wanting to let the others go with little communication in between them ever again. So here they were, New Years Eve being the last Friday of the month before ringing in the new year.

Lian was off hanging out with her friends for the holiday, choosing not to join them on their tradition this year which Roy was only slightly thankful for. Especially since it was Jason's turn this time which meant they'd be having dinner at his usual spot in Gotham.

Roy shed his coat the second he walked through the doorway of Joe's Diner. He was tired but not any more so than usual.

New Years Eve was always a harder day for Gotham. The crime rate always went up for the holidays rather than down, so it gave almost every vigilante here extra work to do alongside their usual duties.

But being able to visit was still the best part of making it to the end of the year.

"Happy New Year, Joe."

Joe, the owner way to used to the Outlaws shenanigans, just smiled back at him as he walked in. He had the usual to-go coffee cups in his hands.

"Happy New Year, Arse"

The two met up at the nearest table, Roy sliding into the booth as Joe handed him his own cup before turning around to the countertop to make his usual go to order.

"Any signs of Big Bat today?"

"Nothing nearby," He took a sip of his coffee as Joe continued on with his thought, still working on his sandwich order behind the counter. "But I'd reckon he's pretty busy considering the holiday"

Roy hummed in agreement while taking another swig of his drink. He honestly figured Jason would be late again, typical for him during the Holidays, and Kori would probably be over in a few minutes.

It wouldn't be a long wait.

He sighed and laid back against the booth chair contentedly, eyes shut to try and get some kind of rest before either of the 2 showed up. Roy tried to ignore the way he felt someone's eyes on him as he did so, hoping silently that whoever it was would just be a curious civilian and not anything crazy he would have to deal with.

But hope meant basically nothing in Gotham.

The person slowly approached him and Roy heard them harshly shove a backpack onto the table before he eventually opened his eyes lazily to look at the person intruding his peace.

It was a kid.

A very tiny looking girl, no more than 12 years old, hiding underneath a tattered looking Nasa hoodie that was basically swallowing her whole. Roy looked at her with curiosity as she seemed to examen him thoroughly, a hand still clutching her bag despite it being on HIS table.

"Are you Arsenal?" She eventually spit out bluntly, making Roy sit up sharply.

It was rare a real kid, one who wasn't a trained threat like Damian or any of the Titans, actually approached him and simply knew who he was. So her knowing him, despite being in costume, put him on edge a little bit.

"Well?" The girl snarked at his silence, looking more annoyed at the lack of response. Roy could feel his grey hairs getting longer by the second.

"Are you really Arsenal?"

She still had her sea-blue eyes trained on him between half hidden bangs and her hoodie as she asked. Roy just sighed into his cup of coffee quietly and nodded, watching as the girl brightened slightly and slide into Jason's usual booth seat.

"What's up kid? Isn't it a little late for you to be out in Gotham?"

The girl huffed at that comment, pulling her hood off of her head to truly look over at him. She seemed exhausted and much younger than he had originally assumed her to be. In a strange, heartbreaking way looking at her only reminded him of Lian when she had been that small.

"I'm not a kid." She snorted with a roll of her eyes before taking a sip of the hot cocoa Joe had silently passed to her with a ruffle of her hair.

"You look younger then 10. That makes you a kid, kid."

The girl huffed again before reaching into the torn bag Roy hadn't seen her pull off the table, digging as quickly as she could.

"Whatever, my age isn't the point. The point is I need to hire you to do something."

Roy almost choked on his coffee at that declaration, finally putting his cup down on the table. "I'm sorry what? What could you possibly need to hire me for? How did you even FIND out you could do that? You're like 10-"

"13" She interrupted, stopping her own search through her bag, unphased.

"Sure kid, 13 then. But still-"

The girl just groaned loudly to interrupt him again, kicking his legs harshly from underneath the table to shut him up officially. She took her attention back to her backpack while huffing and muttering under her breath in annoyance.

Eventually she finally seemed to grab whatever she'd been looking for, grinning again before turning to look back at him and slapping something onto the table. Roy looked down to see whatever it had been hesitantly, worried only a bit it'd be some kind of child concoction she had with her.

Instead he was met with 2 wads of cash, all 100 dollars, wrapped in what looked like glittery green rubber bands. Startled, he looked at the very obviously NOT 13 year old with money she also obviously did NOT usually have for any explanation.

The girl shrugged at his reaction.

"I also don't wanna just hire you." She responded pointedly between his shock as if it was obvious, taking a sip of her hot cocoa. "I want to hire the Outlaws."

Roy sighed and just tried not to give any answer just yet considering the situation. The girl took it as a sign of rejection and pushed the baggy of cash closer to him while slapping another wad of cash baggy towards him.

"Kid-"

"Not a kid."

"Okay, Not-a-kid then," Roy watched as the girl glowered at him before continuing. "What do you even need the Outlaws for that the police can't do?"

At that question the girl went quiet and slowly shrunk into herself against the booth seat, eyes trained everywhere but him. Roy immediately felt regret but didn't voice it.

"My siblings are missing." She eventually responds, her free hand brushing some of her bangs out of her face while sliding the money bags closer to her side again with the other hand. "They've been gone since Christmas Eve and I've tried everything to find them but no ones even tried helping me."

She sniffles slightly and Roy feels his heart breaks slightly as he watches her wipe her nose against the tattered hoodie sleeve.

"Everything?" Roy asks and he watches her nod, still not looking at him.

"The GCPD are too swamped with cases because of the holidays and we don't have any adults in our lives to help."

"What about Batman?"

Roy felt slight self justification at the way the girls face turned from crying into an angry scowl. As if he had just suggested her to take a swim in the Gotham Harbor.

"Fuck Batman"

He couldn't help but let out a choked out snort as he filed that tidbit away for later. Jason would like this kid.

"Got it. No Batman," Roy reassured her with a grin before continuing. "So what exactly made you choose us to find them?"

At that question the girl seemed to hide again, more so out of embarrassment this time rather then anything else, her cheeks tinged slightly pink.

"Red Hood's my favorite hero but he's hard to ask for help from and everyone knows that you work with him..."

Roy sighed again and felt his face pinch into a grimace. Of course it would be Jason's fault kids were approaching him for help with things. As much as Jason denied he was a helpful force to Gotham, it was pretty obvious to anyone who looked at the way he cared for Crime Alley that he was.

"Alright kid. Put the cash away, okay?" The girl eyed him suspiciously before doing as Roy said and sliding both bags back into her tattered backpack.

"Starfire and Red Hood are supposed to be here in a bit and when they get here we'll try and see how we can help you, okay?" Roy almost smiled again when he watched her eyes widen in surprise at him agreeing before going back to her neutral expression.

"Anything more you wanna tell me?"

The girl hesitated before nodding and speaking again.

"Me and my siblings are on the run from people who want us for... being different. If you help me find them, you have to promise we won't get caught by Batman or any one with some kind of government access." She spits out quickly, making sure to look Roy directly in the eyes as she talks about her conditions.

"If you try and turn us over to either of them, I will make sure you and the others don't have a grave to be laid to rest in."

Roy shivered slightly as she spoke the last part, her eyes flashing a bright green he didn't recognize as she tried to show him she was a true threat. He gripped his coffee mug, trying his best to not get worried over it since he knew she was just trying to protect herself and her missing siblings.

"Got it, you have my word. Any chance I can get a name for you?"

The girl looked him over again, her eyes having returned to the sea-green color they were before, eventually nodding in agreement to his request.

"You can call me Ellie. Most people do"

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Or basically,

Ellie stumbles upon Arsenal at a diner late at night where she tries to hire him and the Outlaws into finding her siblings who went missing on Christmas Eve. Roy is just concerned this very obvious 8 year old wants to hire the Outlaws at all.

[joneevarts]

I just want to be happy but rusty quill said no.

Elias' version

Edit: y'all this is Peter Lukas not Martin lmaooo (tho they do look alike, plus I didn't made his white hair strands visible enough so my bad)

[dykekarkat]

the ideal aaron neil dynamic is one where they're constantly bitching at each other like feral cats who hiss and spit whenever they're in the same room. i do not want them to be friends i want them to be mortal enemies that have to play nice at thanksgiving dinner for the rest of their lives. neil sends aaron a picture of an apple once a day for the rest of his life type dynamic do you guys get me

[mohntilyet]

still i think the one of the more fun differences drawn between illario and lucanis that was lost would be illario's ability to endear himself to others but serious lack of empathy, vs. lucanis' (self perceived) inability to be charming but how much he cares. it's interesting that the game has gone with the "lucanis' ability vs illario's lack thereof" because i think illario being the dellamorte 'best in show dog' vs. lucanis' attack dog would have made me so unwell.

lucanis is... awkward. he's not unlikable, because he is usually very polite, but he doesn't speak much and only seems to care about the other dellamortes. he once sent viago de riva a knife with no note (who knows what he could have meant by this). he does what caterina asks of him, and by his own admission, cannot say no to her. he is a dramatic and prolific killer, and that makes how untouchable he is even worse.

and the crows like illario, sure, AND he's a good assassin! he's even a good crow! he's so good that he can make lucanis smile, and so he is the charming, sociable one. he's the one that stays in treviso and can be relied upon to care, illario's even the one people prefer over caterina and lucanis!

but illario is decoration. he's the prize poodle, and even if poodles were bred to be working dogs, nobody will ever pick him to protect the house over the german shepherd that regularly mauls intruders. anyways the analogy is getting away from me. the point i'm trying to make is that i want illario to have a different kind of jealousy/hatred that's not just over 'being bad at killing' but also an arrogant loathing for everyone around him that is getting harder to hide, because they've forgotten he can bite and is just itching to rip someone's jugular out. illario is very good at hiding his family resemblance to caterina, while lucanis suffers under his grandmother's, and his own, reputation.