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PREV TAGS WAIT DO THEY PLAY AMERICAN FOOTBALL IN AUSTRALIA???

I read “footballer” & thought “okay it’s not the US so that means soccer” but the way he’s described does sound more hulking and brutish than I generally think of soccer footballers.

I’m not confused, dad! I’m just Australian!

River is the MMC, Talo is his dad. Our main couple are still not together despite the soulmate bond thing. She called River’s friend Ash “mate” to get under River’s skin because she was mad at him, and his family misinterpreted drastically.

Anyway I googled dangerous crow boy whose job it is to destroy plastic and the first thing that came up was a blog post the original author wrote about how she's DELIGHTED that her dangerous crow boy whose job it is to destroy plastic has become a tumblr meme and she also answers a ton of the questions people have been asking about the dangerous crow boy whose job it is to eat plastic.

Jason: So you just be Batman again

Damian: Actually, I strongly disagree with that arrangement

Tim: Don't tell me.... you think you should be Batman?

Damian: No, I'm aware I don't have the same attitude to be Father

Jason: really?... just the attitude?

Damian: I believe Cain should be Batman

Cassandra: Oh?

Dick: Umm.... Dami, I don't think-

Damian: Think about it. Grayson is too nice, Jason has way too much pent-up anger

Jason: Fuck you.

Damian: And well Drake is just..... Drake

Tim: Wow...

Damian: Cain is the only person who can match Father to a T.

Dick: There are many reasons why she can't be-

Jason: No, no, no, Dick. The demon child has a point

Dick: ..... um, okay then

(Later thar night)

Penguin: About time you showed up-

Cassandra (in Bat suit): You'll pay for your crimes

Penguin: ..... the hell am I looking at?

Robin: What?

Penguin: WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT? WHO IS THIS?

Red Hood: Batman, duh

Penguin: No, don't do that

Nightwing: Don't do what? This is Batman

Penguin: That's obviously a teenage girl

The Batkids: (gasps loudly and in sync)

Penguin: WHAT?!

Red Hood: How dare you assume his gender.

Robin: During Pride Month, too

Red Robin: (shaking his head) and here I thought you were an alley

If you want a direct alternative there's Revolt, which is a free, open source discord clone.

This means unlike most popular chat apps, including and especially Discord, Element doesn't sell your conversations or tracking data to advertisers, because the company literally doesn't have access to that data in the first place.

We can say "not everyone with x disorder harms people, and in fact we're more likely to BE harmed and abused than we are to hurt others" as much as we like--and of course, that's a true statement. But the moment someone with a stigmatised mental illness does something wrong, it's "of course you'd do xyz, you're a narcissist" or "checks out with the psychosis".

Someone with ASPD could cut someone off for any valid reason, but anyone else could spin it into "yeah, that's sociopaths for you". Someone with psychosis could wrongfully accuse someone of something and without being given a chance to apologise, suddenly it's "this is why we don't trust delusional people like you" and you're discredited from here on out. Someone with DID could genuinely forget that their alter had an argument with someone and be trying to sort it out, but no one wants to hear that something was forgotten in the amnesia, so and all they get is "see, people with DID just blame everything on their alters".

Agates carved into orange slices by wutong_crystal_carvings.

now go in peace

Disabled people often die from a lack of support. A lot of disability aids are not a luxury, but a basic need in order to live.

“Well what happens if—” people die. People hurt themselves. People hurt others. Disabled people don’t magically become abled if our needs aren’t met.

If a bedbound quadriplegic is caught in a housefire, and there’s nobody there to save them, they’ll probably die. They won’t magically become able-bodied out of sheer will.

If a nonspeaking/nonverbal autistic is denied access to alternative methods of communication, they’ll suffer in silence. They won’t spontaneously become capable of speech.

“It’s fine”

“It’s fine”

“It’s fine”

*complete mental breakdown because you can’t do this anymore*

"it's fine"

*never ending feeling that something's wrong with you*

What the fuck????? What the???? what????

That kind of comment might make sense for like... people doing ridiculous publicity stunts on tiktok or something, not a 22 minute hand sewn buttonhole tutorial!!??

It's extra annoying because I knew that this video wouldn't get a ton of views when I made it (and it didn't!) and I still really wanted to make it because I DO want to show people how to sew things! It's even weirder considering I do have multiple much more flashy videos on my channel, like the Werther's waistcoat video, which could arguably be called a bit gimmicky even though I still put an unnecessary amount of hand sewing into it.

Mean comments can be upsetting, but when they're mean and objectively wrong & incredibly stupid it's way more frustrating.

Anyways, enjoy my empty clout driven buttonhole tutorial! That's the way to get attention on the internet, yessiree, longform highly detailed videos explaining one specific sewing technique! All the cool youths are doing it! Why, any day now they'll put me on the cover of Hand Sewn Historical Buttonhole Magazine and I'll get millions of new followers and oh so much clout from having posted about this very popular subject that the general public really cares about!

(I kinda think maybe they're just a jealous hater who's bad at buttonholes. I know a lot of people blame things on "jealous haters" but that is honestly the only explanation I can think of that makes any sense at all.)

the lady on the far right has a brooch and a necklace! and some insertion lace on her blouse! the center-right lady in the plaid shirtwaist seems to be wearing a decorative necktie of some sort! all of them have sleeve puffs that are maybe a few years out of date, but not by much!

and these are working seamstresses! literally At Work!

A thirst for beauty isn't something limited to the rich and knowledgeable. It's something that makes us human, and I worry that people who can't accept that working class or disadvantaged people from history might have appreciated and prioritised beauty and style in their lives are also failing to accept that these people were fully human. I mean think for just a moment where this trope of the filth encrusted medieval peasant came from - it wasn't from people who respected their dignity and personhood.

Cleanliness, style, and ornament are all ways that as humans we express our dignity, and attributing filth and squalor to people is a pretty common way to deny their dignity.

Update:

Love this idea by @sabrieterrhisken,

Also part 2 is available.

Danny is not even a licensed masseuse

He was just out and about in Gotham one day, spied a pit-boy, and the best excuse he could think of was “hey lemme give you a back rub”

Just on a park bench, and boy it took a lot to coax the guy over in the first place, but he melted like a contented cat when Danny got to work

And then asked if he could see Danny again and like, book an appointment

And Danny, fucking idiot, said “yeah sure”, went home, googled how much a massage should cost, having given a massive stranger his cellphone number

But Jason kept asking why Danny didn’t have like, an office for this whole thing

And Danny, still knowing fuck all about actual massage but what he’s picked up online and what felt good when Sam and Tucker were working the tension outta him after a fight, doesn’t wanna just say “well I’m just a guy”

Jason’s got LOADS of nasty ecto problems, and Danny can’t fix that all at once

Hell, weekly sessions barely do more than keep it in check. Extra $100 for an hour long session isn’t bad though, and he’s got a flat couch

And then. One day. There’s a proper massage bed at his door. Like, expensive, padded, nice massage bed with a face hole and everything

(Danny works out it’s a face hole solely from diagrams and is very relieved)

sooooo, now Danny has an under the table massage business

And Jason, sweet guy, must have fucking REFERRED HIM TO A CRIME LORD because now a bunch more people have called him and they’re all billing someone called Red Hood and yeah Danny’s making like, a grand a month just on that and they all have some ecto taint

(probably from working with Jason, who probably also works for this crime lord, and Danny’s now really wondering who tf Red Hood is and what the fuck he’s doing to his people

might have to go kick his ass about it)

But uh… well, Danny’s good with his hands, Sam’s sent him some online courses, and he’s learned a lot from videos

It’s just fucking typical that now that he’s on a crime lord’s payroll a goddamn vigilante with the most visibly knotted muscles Danny’s ever seen has rolled up to his door and gasped that they heard he’s good at relieving tension

The entire time, Danny keeps a steady dialog about the importance of self care and moderating responsibilities. He recommends talking to a therapist and how his sister is in school to become a Psychiatrist and and will be graduating soon.

Nightwing pays him double, only because Danny refused the $500 tip he offered so this was the compromise.

This is the most relaxed Dick has felt in over a decade. He’s so loose right now that some of the goons speculate he's actually Plastic Man pretending to be Nightwing.

Jason threatens to shoot him if he poaches his masseuse, but the sister is fair game.

On another note, Danny learns a lot while speedrunning the training/certification process.  (Did he go overboard and learn physical therapy too? Maybe.)  Combining actual knowledge with his natural talent and whatever elements of his ghost powers are relevant brings his skills up to god-mode level.

What's that, slightly liminal dude from the Red Hood gang?  You haven't been quite right after an injury even though it healed up fine and shouldn't be giving you trouble?  Well let's take a look.  Ah, yes, Danny sees what's happening there.  Stimulate these muscles and nerves like this, clean up the ecto and offer it some gentle guidance (thank you Frostbite, for teaching him the basics), and walk the guy through some exercises to help the affected area relearn normal operating procedures.

All of a sudden the older thugs in Hood's gang are practically back in their prime.  Turns out, a lot of what we associate with age is actually the accumulated effects of poor self care.  It's not that time makes you frail, it's that twenty-somethings haven't had time to fuck themselves up too badly.

Between Hood setting up safety nets to make sure everyone has access to adequate nutrition and medical treatment, the physical and psychological benefits of massage, and being cleansed regularly of the bad juju from the Lazarus pit and the various curses on the city, these guys have a new lease on life.

Danny is beginning to think there should be classes on the ghostly/liminal health and hygiene stuff that works differently than for people who haven't had close brushes with death.  It's just too bad the Anti Ecto Acts would make it so dangerous.  Maybe one of the Bats overhears him talking about this on a video call with Sam and Tucker.  

Maybe Damian was spying on him because the idea of massage fixing pit rage was suspicious to him.  Surely they would already know.  Maybe Hood just arrived a little early for a session and didn't want to interrupt, then heard something concerning.

Either way, the Red Hood gang is now hosting underground health classes for the undead and death touched (and possibly also making plans for the GIW).  Danny calls Frostbite for help putting a lesson plan together.  

Solomon Grundy is suddenly more functional than he's ever been before and has become a valued member of the Crime Alley community.  (Your choice whether he joins the Red Hood gang or just settles down as a civilian)

As everyone's ghostly health improves, Crime Alley begins to gradually take on qualities of a healthy shared haunt.  Some weirdness occurs, but it's not bad.  Structures become sturdier and easier to repair.  Conflict between residents has lost any edge of genuine hostility and taken on an undercurrent of solidarity.  Residents find themselves able to sense when a neighbor needs help/support as well as parse the intent behind assistance offered.  

Crime alley was always a tight-knit community, but this strange understanding trust in each other is new.  Gotham's various curses begin to lose their hold on Crime Alley like an infection being cleared out by an immune system.

Two face has started taking breaks to just hang out there because it's the one thing that makes his brain stop trying to fistfight itself.

So after every session, Danny has to take the ecto that’s been gathering just under the skin of his palms, and collects it in a jar.

Different people, different jars, because claimed ecto doesn’t mix. Their ecto signatures keep them slightly separate, like the different densities of liquids in a jar of olive oil, dish soap, and water.

And that process was all well and good for one person… but now he’s got quite a few clients.

Queue a secret side room fills with shelves and shelves of jars of glowing green ecto, slowly shifting in each jar, pressing against the glass as he passes to the next jar.

Occasionally he’ll head home, taking all the ecto with him in a thermos(they can only store multiple ecto signatures short term), and dumping it in the portal to be cycled and filtered.

What he doesn’t realize?

It would be almost like the egg spell thing that many people do, only that it shows a murky green-looking extract. Gotham is used to all types of things, but Danny, having explained that the bad juju in the jar caused all the negative energy in Gotham collected in them?