ok so you know that tradition where parents mark your height on a wall to look at your progress over the years?? Imagine a wall in the batcave that is just covered with a rainbow of colors and tons and tons of stickers. Bruce started the tradition to get dick to eat more healthy foods, but slowly each bat vigilante has claimed a color and a spot on the wall. Dick picked the most glittery blue you could find and elephant stickers (it reminded him of zitka) Jason, not to be outdone by dick, picks a dark red that reminded him of his copy of pride and prejudice (no one mentions the large gap in his lines) Tim picks hazlenut brown which everyone thought was for his love for coffee, but its secretly because it reminds him of alfred's eyes (the first adult to show him kindness) Damian chooses gold because it reminds him of Talia's bangles (bracelets). He also has dog and cat stickers he got from dick as a gift. While the tradition itself is mostly wholesome, it also leads to many many fights over the years. Jason and Dick constantly fighting over whether 'hair height' is a thing. Tim bullying Damian about his short stature, but years later Tim is the tiniest of them all. On another wall, up in the manor, there are small black lines that were drawn by Martha and Thomas for their son. The lines stopped when Bruce turned eight.
A post mentioning demisexuality will go viral and then you'll see hundreds of people come swarming in with the same ol' talk of "Isn't that just a preference? You don't wanna sleep with the first person you meet. You're just trying to feel special for not wanting casual sex" and all of us get sentenced to another three days of asexuality discourse
I think the thing that trips allo folk up is that they don't really know what it's like to have no actual sexual attraction to your partner until a bond forms. It could go for years and years before the person develops attraction for their partner. They may only experience attraction a handful of times in their life. This is different than holding off on having sex until you're sure that you want to be with them, are married, or whatever other reason. It's still usually the same ol' song and dance of not really getting how others can hookup only after one date and whatnot. But nooooooo we gotta hear the words from other people about how asexuality is actually just straights wanting to be special, that they're gay and in denial, or are mentally ill. God I love ace discourse so much
posts that are poems to me
on your belly you shall go and dust you shall eat all the days of your life, you said to me but the man and his wife returned me my feet with the knowledge i did sow
Look at this! Look at my mutual!
This is glorious. Almost all of the same text was preserved, but it was structured in a way that A). Reveals more of genesis. B). Has an ABCDCBA rhyming structure, which is like... the chiasmus of rhymes. And chiasmus is like, one of the only poetic structures that is actually preserved through the funhouse of translation layers that the bible has suffered. C). The syllable counts match in each thing as well, just as a flex. D). The poem is comparing man to God, and the D line is structured so that the comparison happens over that line, and it's... I don't know what the word for it would be. It is just really, really fucking clever to have a mirror point in a poem that's essentially about comparisons.
Just. Holy shit.
if sex work was legal the workers could unionize
I am fully serious about this btw. not "pro sex work" as in "there are no issues whatsoever within the industry", but "pro sex work" as in "these are jobs and the workers should be a) allowed to work and b) protected from their customers by the law"
people responding to this with stuff like "but that would just put sex workers in the same exploited position as uber drivers, cleaners, migrant workers, etc" and yes! good point! reform all of it! keep going!
Legal sex workers are classified as “independent contractors” which are a regularly exploited group of employees who are taxed as “not employees” and also legally subjected to all the detriments of “but that’s not my responsibility I’m not your employer”
LEGALIZING SEX WORK PROTECTS SEX WORKERS AND IF YOUR BUYING SEX WORKERS TIME THEY SHOULD BE ABLE TO BE SAFE IN ALL REGARDS
Some character designs with some…atypical color choices? I guess. I don’t know what’s going on in that area.
This is Nimona and her supervillain friend (He doesn’t have a name yet, I’m working on that). Nimona is his sidekick/squire, they’re like the Batman and Robin of slightly Medieval villains, but she’s actually way more evil than him. He does what he does to make a point, and he doesn’t really want anyone get hurt - Nimona just gets a kick out of destroying stuff.
I’m going to attempt to make a two page comic with them? We’ll see how this goes.
This was tagged #homework and posted in December 2011.
Team Prince Winter ❄️ 💖
A random little idea I had:
Big scary living weapon whumpee following around their little old lady caretaker ready to defend her with his life on her trips to the grocery store after she saw him sitting in the rain and brought him in for tea.
He’s at least two feet taller than her and built like a tank, meant to fight and destroy and kill but she just politely asks if he’ll carry the big bag of cat food to the car as she’s “not as young as she once was”. He carries the cat food and doesn’t feel sick to his stomach following orders any more.
She retired years ago but still keeps up her errands, writing letters and playing cards with her other lady friends, all of whom coo and fawn over him (after their initial concern) and he becomes the recipient of many a homemade craft. His closet overflows with grandma sweaters and his bed is layered with quilts, and it’s the first time he’s been surrounded by such softness and warmth. And they never have to worry about having some big strong man to help get their Christmas decorations out of the attic.
He calls her Miss and ma’am, as if he was afraid of her name, while she calls him honey like it was his name. He likes it better. There were no bad memories tied to “honey”, only those of tea and cookies in her mismatched kitchen chairs and walks down to the park when the weather was nice.
They look an odd pair everywhere they go, but she simply tells anyone that asks that he’s her son, and slowly it starts to feel like it. She mentions that she’d always wanted a son (or daughter, she wasn’t fussed really), and doesn’t the universe have such a funny way of making things happen? He swallows hard and doesn’t mention that he’s always wanted a mother too.
Guard Dog Whumpee but you really lean into the dog metaphor:
-Whumpee being allowed to sit on the couch, because they never were before.
-Caretaker not knowing what they liked aside from food and sleep at first so they buy them treats and blankets and stuffed animals, making the uncomfortable connection after walking past the pet aisle in the store.
-Caretaker and Whumpee playing catch with a tennis ball as a form of physical therapy/connection, because it was one of the few activities that wasn’t completely nerve wracking for Whumpee.
-Whumpee wearing a lanyard with a name tag and Caretakers phone number because speaking, especially to strangers, was still very difficult. Caretaker hated the idea of them basically wearing a collar, but hated the idea of them getting lost or not having a way to call home more. They add a few speech cards to it once they realize it would be helpful, and that’s better.
-Whumpee and Caretaker going on long walks, with Caretaker reminding them that no one was in danger, the people walking by weren’t going to hurt them, everything was fine.
-Whumpee slowly getting more comfortable before they start undoing the conditioning, so they’d lay in Caretakers lap, mentally pledging their loyalty as Caretaker smoothed their hair out of their face and rested a hand on their back.
-Whumper gazing at Caretaker with the kind of love and devotion that felt inhuman. They couldn’t regain their sense of self, their humanity in just weeks, but they could build trust, and they trusted Caretaker, trusted them to let them rebuild.
-Whumpee not eating without permission, standing stock still “in position” unless told to move, walking one step behind Caretaker whenever they were out, never slouching, never relaxed.
-Tensing and closing their eyes instead of fully flinching, expecting to be struck whenever anyone was too close but still staying.
-Caretaker saying good job or something similar and seeing Whumpees face just, light up, realizing that there was a whole conditioned pattern there too. Not wanting to encourage it, but later realizing that Whumpee kept doing whatever it was they had been praised for, looking hopefully at Caretaker every time, more and more crushed with every attempt that went without response. They didn’t want to treat them like a dog, but more than anything, they didn’t want to treat them like a bad dog…
An early 20th century postcard against the coercion of motherhood and promoting the usage of contraception.
She is going to hit that Christian baby for a home run.
I had this idea for a play where it's your classic "Who Dunnit?!" Murder mystery about a girl who is dying TOMORROW, and it's your job as the audience to the killer.
It starts with her dad, abusive, drunk, talking about how much he hates her. "the world would be better off without you" "my life would've been perfect if you weren't born" "why don't you just die already and help your father out?"
She goes to school, and she is extremely bullied. She can't take it, and physically fights her main bully, breaking his nose. He hates that "I'LL KILL YOU FOR THAT YOU FREAK!"
She's sent to the principal's office. But the headteacher is manipulating her, GROOMING her but she says no. I won't be your playtoy anymore. He's mad, "I know where you live, I'll find you if you say no again."
So who did it? The abusive dad, the bully or the headteacher? Who killed her?
In the end.
She kills herself.
Her name is never revealed, the actors say "Her name is-" and then they all say the names of actual teenagers who have killed themselves.
After they stop, she says "Will my name be yours?"
Its a message about teenage suicide and how to prevent it, notice the signs, all that.
Thought it was cool
hey satan this is almost exactly the plot of an incredible episode of Buffy the vampire slayer called 'Help', even with minimal context you should watch it, it rules
Jokes on you I've watched Buffy the vampire slayer and I know exactly what you're talking about