Hello.

Hair holds memories ✂️

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So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”

Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.

Tim won. By literally snatching Ra's king off the board when he wasn't looking. And Ra's couldn't even be mad because he never specified how to take a King.

It’s finally done! A big poster of the Octopath Traveler II cast done for the 3rd anniversary and an homage to old fanart I did of the first game.

✨🎉【OCTOPATH 8TH ANNIVERSARY】🎊🐙

Lex: (Yes by all means, bust through my wall and demand something why don’t you./s) *annoyed* If anyone is held hostage here, it’s me. By all means take them. They’re like ants. Inconvenient, impossible to get rid of, and they keep getting back in.

Clark: *confused* What? (Ants?)

*There’s a loud sound of a vent cover hitting the floor. Tim falls from the ceiling vent landing on all fours like a cat before springing to his feet.*

Clark: *rushing to help* Robin! Are you okay?!

Lex: Case in point. *to Tim* You are aware there’s an elevator, yes?

Tim: Yeah, but then the guards would catch me and throw me out.

Lex: *unimpressed* Some would say that’s the point.

Tim: *Dusting himself off, turns to Clark* I’m fine, but I would be better if someone decided to turn down the AC.

Lex: *eye twitching* No one is keeping you here. You can leave at any time. In fact, I’d encourage you to exit the building. Preferably sooner rather than later.

Tim: No way. How else will you learn the weaknesses in your security?

Clark: *recalibrating* Is this a regular thing, or—

Bart: *zooming in* Lex you’re out of cheese-itz—Oh hey Superman—I’m going to steal your credit card again to get more.

Clark: (what does he mean again???)

Cassie from the walkie-talkie on Bart’s belt: Make sure to get Doritos too. Oh, and Arrowette and Empress want blueberry muffins. Over.

Bart: Okie-dokie. Doritos-and-some-Blueberry-muffins, coming right up. Over. *turning to Clark and Lex* See ya Lex, Supes! *zooms out*

Lex: *thousand yard stare* Well, at least he told me he was taking it this time. I suppose that could be considered improvement.

Tim: Deserved.

Clark: *conflicted* Right. I’ll just- take them off your hands?

Lex: Please do

Tim: D:<

*In another room*

Kon-El listening in: *betrayal* I always knew you were a back-stabbing bitch, Kal!

Cissie, Cassie, Greta having no context: ???

Anita, also having no context for the statement but willing to throw hands regardless: Truuueee.

Greta: Wait—What happened?!

Cassie: Yeah, what the hell brought that on?