Life is Full of Mysteries

I saw this when running newpipe. But wait, it gets deeper. I clicked on the details buttons and it said as of today, we have 83 days left until Google rolls out this new requirement for apps inside and outside of the google play store. If any developer disagrees with their new terms and fees, they will be blocked!

I'll share some of the info below:

Looks like they're trying to nuke the remaining privacy and freedoms we have left on the internet.

What to do?

-Get your developer friends to not comply to their new guides

- Sign the open letter on the site and take action by checking out the full resources list on their website as well!

To summarize, this is all daunting especially when you feel all alone with unfair and inhumane regulations comming out faster than improvements but we got this working together!

Share the link with your friends, family and anyone who will listen!

“Go on, my son.” The priest replies.

“I have taken the Lord’s name in vain and used profanity.”

“Tell me more about this my son.”

The man says “I was playing a par four this past weekend. I shanked the tee shot to the left and into the woods.”

“I see.” The Priest says. “And this is when you used profanity and took the Lord’s name in vain?” he asks.

“No. Not then. The second shot I overshot the fairway and the ball went into tall grass and settled behind a rock.”

“Ah.” Says the Priest. “Then you took the Lord’s name in vain and used profanity.”

“No.” The man says again. “The third shot hooked back over, hit the ball washing station, bounced off a branch and somehow landed on the green just a foot from the cup.”

The Priest pauses for a second.

just. Bruce thinking he's a grandfather. and Damian is his grandchild. he would flip shit.

Damian, who specifically decided to stay away from the Waynes because he wasn't ready to face his biological father after all these years being hidden, is so unimpressed with Jason. Jason is just biting his lip and refusing to make eye contact because listen he forgot who he was talking to and then panicked ok-

so the next time Damian visits Jason in Crime Alley and they accidentally run into the bats, Damian gets nervous about coming face to face with his father and just decides to go with the lie to save face.

Dick: oh my god i have a nephew

Damian, internally sighing: yes. hello, uncle nightwing.

Jason: *ducks out the conversation to silently wheeze*

the funniest thing about it, is that i bet once Bruce got over the shock of his 19 year old son having a 10 year old child (and oh my god Jason would have to bite his cheeks SO HARD during those awkward 'past trauma' conversations about statutory rape) he would absolutely ADORE being a grandad. he LOVES Damian. not only is this is his first grandchild but it's also a grandchild that is like. probably the closest he's ever had to a family member JUST as obsessed with the Batman and Robin mission as he is. like. Dick quit and fucked off to Bludhaven, Jason died and went crime lord, Tim's just weird, and then here comes his grandson, who is just as dedicated as he is and is willing to train for the mantle as hard as he remembers doing so as a teenager. he and Damian get along so well. and i just think it would be funny if like, after a while of Jason watching Bruce go all 'pops' on Damian and Damian just wide-eyed awkwardly not knowing how to respond, there would HAVE to be a conversation between Damian and Jason that was just like,

Jason: at this point i'm genuinely worried.

Damian, holding the supersized animal plush Bruce bought him at the carnival: it's fine he can afford it.

Jason: what- no. like, you know we can't keep this up forever. he's gonna need to know at some point that you're his son.

Damian, now also worried: why does that worry you?

Jason: it's just- you know, he really likes being a grandad! he's gonna be sad-

Damian, eyes widening pointedly: -you think that father will be SAD to know i'm his child? you think i'm going to disappoint him?

Damian, now panicking: YOU THINK HE WILL BE DISAPPOINTED THAT I'M HIS?!?!

Jason, immediately backtracking: are you joking? you're the kid Troy Bolton's dad wanted but never had,

Damian: who the fuck is troy bolton

Jason:

Jason: anyway.

Jason: he's gonna love you, he's just gonna be disappointed that he isn't a grandaddy anymore.

Damian: well i don't want kids, so he can suck it up.

Jason: NOT WHAT I MEANT.

*silence for a few seconds*

Damian: you know who will be devastated though?

Jason: hm?

Damian: 'uncle nightwing'

Jason:

Jason:

what i learned from 8 hours of shirtless men competing to star in a hallmark movie, december 13, 2025, in the washington post

We know vaccines painful, and by comparing horses at rest with horses getting vaccinated, we've been able to determine how they express pain visually. By looking at horses with disorders like colic, broken bones, wounds, and so on, we can determine their facial expressions during more severe pain.

At zookeeper school we were drilled through the pain faces of the most common lab animals and livestock. Nowadays I believe this has become a routine lesson in all animal related fields, but the general public still doesn't know that this is a thing that exists.

Here are all the pain face/grimace scales I've been able to find. Please study them if you interact with any of these animals on a regular basis:

If there's no public transit or bike infrastructure, your swanky limo is stuck in traffic behind 120 beat up Honda Civics.

If there's workers rights and public healthcare the barista there wants to have a nice little chat with every customer, because that's the human default way of greeting people in the morning. If there's not they straight up don't have the spoons and you get the dead-eyed Gen-X Millenial Gen-Z stare while you order.

"Fine." Talia said, crossing her arms as Jason perked up. "I will fund it, and allow permission for the league to provide assistance with whatever you need to establish a base in Gotham. But," She added, raising an eyebrow. "You have to take your brother with you. I want him to experience Gotham and train under his father's tutelage. You can only go if you take him."

Delighted, Jason grinned and spun around to stare across the room at where Damian was sat, book in hand. Damian made eye contact with him, face blank in the face of his older brother's hopefulness.

"No." He told him dryly. Jason's face collapsed.

~

"C'mon, Dames! It will be fun! We can go sightseeing!"

"I'm. Not. Going."

"But Talia said I can't go if you don't come!"

"That's not my problem. Gotham is a shithole."

"But you'll get to meet your dad."

"I've gotten this far without Bruce Wayne imposing a curfew on me, I'm not giving that up now."

"But Damian-"

"NO."

"YOU'RE SO STUBBORN."

~

eventually jason bribes/drags damian along with him and damian is just. supremely pissed off about it. he's not usually Like This, he's actually usually quite an easy-going kid; but he is not happy about being forced to play along as 'son of the bat' just so jason gets to play crime lord and kill the joker, so he's mostly acting up in an attempt to get kicked out and sent back to the league. jason gets weekly voice messages from the poor kid just angrily ranting about how ridiculous it is that they haven't reached their limit with him yet.

"first thing i did when i got there was fully insult their beloved pennyworth and then start treating everybody like they were my servant, and then last night i legitimately tried to murder tim. you know what bruce did akhi? do you? he grounded me for a weekend. like what the fu-"

-

"i stabbed one of my classmates with a fork and dick took me out for fucking ice cream and told me it was ok to struggle with adjusting like what the fuck do i have to fucking do to get sent back to nanda parbat this is ridiculous. you know tim offered to teach me how to skateboard yesterday? i publicly tried to poison him last week and he does not care. i dunno what the fuck you did to him at titans tower but that little bitch is fucking immune to people trying to kill him. i overheard him and bruce talking about giving me robin. GIVING ME ROBIN- ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!?! WHY AM I BEING PROMOTED HERE? at this point i might just kill myself."

-

"Have you considered just playing happy family with them?" Jason asked him one night, during a phone call taking place while Damian was actively building a smoke bomb to set off in Dick's bedroom.

"Have you considered killing yourself and this time fucking staying there?"

"Sheesh." He snorted. "You're grumpy tonight."

"They're taking me to a fucking movie premier tomorrow. I'm gonna be on the red carpet."

"Oh shit what movie?"

"THAT'S NOT THE FUCKING POINT."

Human Beings:

Jason: agree to disagree.

Steph: i also agree to disagree, honestly. like, sometimes there ARE reasons. do you know how hard it is for me not to kill when i'm PMSing? it's hard, it should totally count as a reason.

Bruce, slightly confused: that doesn't apply here-

Steph: well we don't know that for SURE,

Jason, pausing: ok well hold, because as smug as i am that i'm getting back up against B for this righteous judge-and-jury shtick, we absolutely DO know for sure in this specific case, because i AM cis...?

Steph: yeah, but you got dunked in the lazaruz pit. who knows what effect that shit had on your hormones and body functions. we've never done any proper research into it, so you COULD manstrate. we don't know.

Jason:

Bruce, sensing a headache: now hold on, lets not start-

Steph, barrelling on: do you get weirdly irritable and emotional like, once a month? with sweet treat cravings?

Jason: ...everybody has bad days...

Steph: with stomach pains?

Jason: well yeah but that's probably because of all the sweet treats-

Steph, holding her hands up: could be, could not be, we don't know for sure!

Jason:

Jason: holy shit...

Bruce: stop it.

Jason: no hold on B, what if i DO-

Bruce: you DON'T.

Jason: BUT WHAT IF I-

we went back and forth for 30 seconds and it got awkward really fast because it turns out all my other roommates thought i just had a compulsive need or some sort of desire to deep clean the kitchen every sunday and they just left me to it.

when in reality i was meal prepping for the entire week every sunday and when i finished i cleaned up after myself obviously—wiped the counters down, scraped gunk off the stove, scrubbed the sink, and swept the floor.

took me 10 minutes but always left it looking great.

then i didn't use the kitchen the whole rest of the week because i'd just grab my prepped meals in the morning and go out for all-day fieldwork.

but apparently nobody else ever cleaned up after themselves at all when they cooked. like they'd just leave food on the stove and counters and drop shit on the floor etc. and not clean it up so they thought every monday morning the kitchen was "deep cleaned" simply bc there wasn't old food on every surface.

i was like, "...........i've noticed the kitchen is always messy when i use it on sundays but i've always figured someone just used it and didn't get around to cleaning it up yet and i didn't mind because i'm always about to make a mess anyway............y'all just use the kitchen like that all week?"

You experiment. Sticking items under your pillow is better than the hassle of Facebook marketplace.

She doesn’t take the plastic plate set you’ve tried to sell for weeks, but she takes a gold rimmed china saucer from your Grandma’s old set. You get brand new market value for it - from 1946 when it had been bought.

She ignores jeans and books, but trades for spoons and costume jewelry. The tooth fairy, you realize, is a bit of a magpie. If it’s a little bit shiny, she’ll give you cash.

You clear out the jewelry table at a garage sale, place them one by one under your pillow. The amount you get varies, but still is brand new market value of when the item was originally bought. Nothing more than $50, but that’s better than the $8 you bought it for.

After a few weeks, something changes. Your bank account isn’t as empty, your pillow is thicker. You take a nap, because sleeping on items isn’t the most comfortable. You wake up to a crinkle, a note next to your nose.

The writing is tiny, you need your phone’s magnifier to read it, but it turns out just as you’ve been using the tooth fairy, she wants to use you. She’s dropped off a list of wants; hints at a finder fee in cash or precious metals.

It’s specific, odd stuff. A clean dollar coin. A chandelier crystal. A reversible sequin pillow. Antique holiday ornaments. Photo hooks. All, you think, easy to get.