Arachne'sBich

2 Tbsp soy sauce 1 Tbsp dark soy sauce 1 Tbsp shaoxing wine 1 Tbsp sesame oil 1 inch grated ginger 1 minced garlic clove 1/2 Tbsp sugar

you're welcome.

Bonus tip : you can add an egg (or more) to make hard boiled eggs at the same time (to eat now or later)

I was trained in the dark arts of the cover letter by my mother, who is a hiring manager. And her training has paid off: I've been consistently told my cover letters are excellent. Let me pass on the wisdom.

The job of a cover letter is to give a prospective employer strictly more information than is on the resume. This is where you take the resume contents and put them into context. You look at the job requirements (you are looking at the job requirements before applying, right?) and look at your resume and ask the question (in your head) "why would a person think this candidate would be good for this job?" and your cover letter is the answer to that question. If you don't answer that question, the hiring manager is going to have to do it themselves, and you have way more information to work with than they do.

This is especially important if you're moving from one industry to another, because then the relevant connections aren't obvious. It's also very important if you're overqualified, because then you can use the letter to say "I know it looks like this job would be too entry-level for me, but I'm interested to pursue it for reasons x, y, and z". You can also use this space to explain away something that might otherwise be disqualifying, like job-hopping or a long break in employment. The tone to strike here is always matter-of-fact and constrained to topic - don't go into detail about health stuff or personal tragedy, just tell them what they need to hear: that this period of your resume was affected by [bad thing] but that it's now in the past and you're looking forward to the next chapter. Remember, one of the things they're trying to learn is whether you'd be content in this role, or whether you'd be miserable and leave after 2 months, which would force them to do all the work of hiring again. You're trying to establish that you will fit right in and not cause problems. Knowing what drew you to this job in particular (and don't just say 'money', that's true for everyone) helps with that.

Why is her only personality "New Brother"

Like sure she is sneaky is selectively mute & is a balerina but she is reduced to always go "New Brother" in the dpxdc universe & it feels like that's it?

Where did that come from why is she the favourite child?

“I really don’t know how I feel about this,” Robin says. 

“Do you feel like letting me hold your super-cool sword?” Billy suggests hopefully. 

“Father frowns on that sort of thing,” Robin says. “He says swords are dangerous for children.” 

“My best friend is a tiger, I could introduce you?” Billy bargains, figuring that’s similar levels of “dangerous for children”. Well, as much as Tawky is ever “dangerous”, anyway. 

Robin . . . blinks, slowly, and then looks at Batman. 

“Father, I would like to begin planning our nuptials as soon as possible,” he announces matter-of-factly. Billy turns red. “You may inform Nightwing that his services will be required as best man. Red Robin is not invited.” 

“You literally don't even know his name yet, Robin,” Batman says very, very dryly. 

“Oh, it’s Billy,” Billy says, attempting to stop blushing. Blushing seems embarrassing, in front of Robin. He’s cool. And he likes tigers! 

“Problem solved, thank you for your prompt efficiency, William,” Robin says briskly, clapping his hands together. “Would your tiger friend prefer having a raw option on the menu, do you think?” 

“. . . Billy, but okay,” Billy says. “Yes he would, thank you for asking.” 

“Excellent,” Robin says, visibly satisfied. 

“Actually, is it okay if he's my best man?” Billy asks thoughtfully, since he doesn’t know who else he’d want to pick anyway. Tawky is his best friend, after all. “I know that might be a little–” 

“That would be acceptable, yes,” Robin cuts him off with very quickly, looking just shy of vibrating for some reason. Billy beams at him. 

“You’re really nice!” he says. That’s cool. He’d hate to have a soulmate who didn’t get along with Tawky. That’d suck. 

“ . . . are you sure?” Robin asks skeptically. 

“Yeah! Tawky will love you,” Billy says confidently, because obviously he will. Robin’s really nice and likes tigers and has a super-cool sword; what’s not to like? “He's a respectable gentleman, so he appreciates nice people.” 

Danny was flying aimlessly. He'd died. He'd won. He'd beaten Pariah. Monster vs Monster, and he'd won. His core was cracked, his halfa flesh was literally melting off his soul.

He was properly born, a true realms being. But he was a halfa at the core and that made things weird.

He had options...

Retreat into his core and allow someone he trusts to incubate him.

Steal a new body from someone else.

Slowly fade from existence.

Now he was traveling along the computer systems of the world, staving off his fading in the hopes of staying alive until Dani returned. To say goodbye properly.

.

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.

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What? What is this? A body. A soulless body. A...clone.

Not Vlad. Grief. Grief. Grief.

I'm sorry.

Green Lanturn, Flash, and Green Arrow: *trying(and failing) not to laugh*

Wonder Woman: *unamused*

Aquaman: *raises eyebrow, amused*

Superman and Phantom: *Superman is sitting on the couch, Phantom in his lap, arms wrapped around Superman's shoulders, Phantom is purring loudly and nuzzling against Superman's throat, neck, and cheeks, his eyes are hazy, while Superman holds him down so he doesn't fall*

Superman, blushing heavily: Someone sprayed me with this weird "ghost repellant" spray when I was a civilian and as soon as Phantom caught a wiff of it, well...

Flash, snickering: Ghost repellant? More like ghost-nip.

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Tim wasn’t sure if he was worried or annoyed. He knew he would need to debrief on any important updates that happened while he was on vacation, but for the call for a meeting to come in as soon as he was marked as available down to the minute. Either something major happened, so major it was being kept from his emergency alerts, or Bruce wanted to lecture him about “being lazy” and “abandoning his post". Either way it wasn’t going to be fun.

Becoming a halfa rendered Danny sterile. When he first found out about this, Danny didn't really care much. I mean, he was a teenager/young adult, so he wasn't exactly thinking about kids. But now, as he's older, he's a bit sad. He knows he has other options, adopting kids, or marrying someone with with kids, he could still be a dad, but a small part of him can't help but still feel sad, can't help but still want a biological kid.

And then he was presented with an opportunity. After crashing a new pop up cloning lab with the rest of the Justice League, Phantom stumbles upon the only stable pod. Inside, is a little baby with sparkling white hair, and a small, stable, baby ghost core. The moment Phantom holds them, hes smitten, chirping and cooing over the delicate little bundle in his arms, all but melted when they reached out to grasp his fingers.

The only problem was, this clone had the DNA of another hero, another hero also had claim to this baby, but Phantom wasn't sure he'd be willing to give the baby up.

Basically: Sterile Phantom wants kids but knows it can't really happen. He works with the Justice League and one day finds a clone made using his and [hero of your choosing]'s DNA, and Phantom fears how the other "parent" will react.

Danny would obviously get primary custody in that case; being the only living genetic donor; but he'd probably also share with/get roped into the family of the other hero so they have plenty of visitation time with this little echo of their loved one.

Danny stared at the man.

Alvin stared back at him, almost expectantly, as though waiting for Danny to… what, argue with him? Debate, maybe? Sucks for this dude, but Danny failed his debate and speech class in high school. Sure, it was more because of another ghost trying for world domination than because he didn’t attempt to pass, but the point still stands.

Danny shrugged, “I mean, that’s fair. I’d probably worship a computer too, if life had worked out that way.” Unfortunately, no, it didn’t work out that way because for some reason, he was stuck playing his own high priest.

Alvin looked almost outraged by Danny’s nonchalant response - so he’d definitely wanted a debate or argument or fight or whatever it was that he wanted. Danny, quite frankly, didn’t care. He needed to actually get people that were willing to believe in him or his core would self-destruct or whatever the term Clockwork used was.

…

Tim couldn’t believe that hadn’t worked. Like?? It was a tried and true method to get cult leaders to give up their inner operations quickly to simply walk up to them and tell them that their ‘religion’ sucked and there was no way anyone could really believe in it. He’d thought the detail about worshipping a machine before some protection deity that likely didn’t exist was a nice touch.

He didn’t think he’d be talking to the most chill cult leader in existence. Told Tim, as Alvin, that he “practices freedom of religion and all that” and “anyone is free to believe whatever they want to.”

The school system I grew up in put an absolutely ungodly amount of pressure on kids to Show Up Every Day No Matter What. Many schools are like this, but looking back, my town’s was borderline fucking dystopian. They asked me why I didn’t just “postpone” a surgery at one point— when I was fifteen— to give you an idea of how monumentally obtuse these people were.

So, in elementary school, I started having chicken pox symptoms, right? They were mild because I was vaccinated (yay!) but my mom recognized them quickly and took me to the doctor, because my mom is a reasonable human being with standards. The doctor said “yup, you’ve got those pox, it may seem mild but please for the love of god DO NOT take her to school, she is very contagious even though she may FEEL okay.”

So I had to stay home from school until I got clearance from my doctor to go back. I was an angry little gremlin the whole time, because I wanted to go to the school library and read books about the human skull, but my mother said, “no, you cannot leave this house, and do not scratch the bumps please.” So I sat at home and tried not to scratch the bumps, like a good little gremlin.

A few days into my Chicken Pox Related House Arrest, we got a letter from the school. I was far from the only person with chicken pox, as it so happened. Like… a tenth of my second grade class had Confirmed Pox. We all fell ill within DAYS of each other.

So how did this happen, you ask? Well, a kid had chicken pox, and he came to school anyway. “Ah, well perhaps they didn’t know,” you may very well say. “Maybe his parents didn’t notice!” No. No, they noticed. In fact they KNEW it was CHICKEN POX. They sent him to school anyway.

The kid’s parents…….. were, in fact, teachers at the school. And they KNOWINGLY made him go to school sick, because they didn’t want to risk hurting his precious “perfect attendance” record. They figured that since he wasn’t, like, Literally Dying, it was better for him not to miss school. Never mind the fact that they were actively endangering hundreds of little kids.

Fast forward to my freshman year of college. A kid came to class with mumps because he ‘couldn’t afford to miss’. Guess what happened? Mumps outbreak! Diseases are, as it turns out, good at being diseases! Vaccinations are phenomenal, but they can only do so much, and some people rely on herd immunity to not be killed by preventable illness.

This entire attitude needs to die. It’s dangerous. Food service workers are forced to show up sick, little kids are forced to show up sick, college students show up sick because they’re afraid of flunking out.