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But please tag and credit me, I always want to read whatever you make!
Please no unsolicited constructive criticism! I am writing as a hobby, this is just for fun and getting those kinds of comments is incredibly discouraging.
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Twitter/X should have a "delete" option for other people's posts that just hides them from you, but also displays a public metric for how many people thought the post should have been fucking deleted.
The European Union already forced Apple to abandon its proprietary charging port and adopt USB-C across its entire iPhone lineup. It just did something bigger. A new EU mandate requires every smartphone sold in Europe including Apple devices to feature a battery that can be replaced by the user without specialist tools, without voiding a warranty, and without sending the device to a manufacturer approved service center. Batteries must maintain a minimum capacity threshold after a set number of charge cycles and replacement parts must remain available for up to ten years after a model goes on sale.
The consumer electronics industry built its current business model around batteries that degrade, cannot be replaced at home, and create a natural upgrade cycle every two to three years. The EU just legislated that model out of existence in the world's largest regulatory market.
Apple, Samsung, and every other manufacturer now faces a choice between redesigning their devices for the European market or accepting that their current hardware architecture is no longer legally sellable there.
Given that no company walks away from European consumers voluntarily the phones are going to change and once they change for Europe the rest of the world will ask why theirs still do not.
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Contrary to popular belief the biggest beginner's roadblock to art isn't even technical skill it's frustration tolerance, especially in the age of social media. It hurts and the frustration is endless but you must build the frustration tolerance equivalent to a roach's capacity to survive a nuclear explosion. That's how you build on the technical skill. Throw that "won't even start because I'm afraid it won't be perfect" shit out the window. Just do it. Just start. Good luck.
this may be my age showing but I am a passionate supporter of wires. earbuds? put a leash on those things. wireless keyboard? no, it needs to hold hands with the computer. the ps5 controller I forgot to charge has the staying power of a wealthy nonagenarian with a much younger wife and 14 life insurance policies, but the controller plugged into my pc? that baby will outlive my bloodline. my ethernet cable is like a son to me.
unfortunately i dont think its queerbaiting if the creator is just so terminally heterosexual that they never remotely considered the same gender relationship their show is centered around could be read as romantic. it is deeply painful however.
Holy ghosts this was a prompt where I couldn’t find anything to do with. Becauseeee, I don’t want to spend too much time on drawing these prompts. But thanks to all the friends that helped me to figure stuff out :D <3
“Anyone seen Danny?” asked Maddie, glancing around as she stood in front of the table. “Thought he was going to help with the garage sale.”
“That little shit went on a run again,” hissed Jack, his voice low, narrowing his eyes.
“Jack!” yelled Maddie between closed teeth, crossing her arms against her chest and pointed a finger at him. “Don’t talk like that about our son. He has been helping with setting up the garage sale like a good boy, until that ghost scum of a Phantom showed up.”
“You’re right, Mads.” His shoulders slumped. “At least I sucked that ghost into the Fenton Thermos.”
“Yes, that’s all right,” she said and exhaled heavily, turning around to look at the table that was cluttered with FentonWorks devices. “I suppose we can deal with that later.”
“Now,” began Jack, “let’s sell some anti-ghost stuff to the townspeople so they can begin to protect themselves.”
“Yes,” said Maddie. “We should put up a sign as well. Don’t you think?”
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I love browsing cover-up tattoo stuff when every once in a while there's someone asking "how do I cover up this unspeakably idiotic thing" and people are like "please do not cover that up, that's fucking amazing." You just have "shrimps is bugs" written on your leg now. That's your legacy.
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Danny: *barges into Tim's office, obviously furious* Okay I'm done with you ignoring me and treating me like I'm a charity case. I'm supposed to be your partner, not your pretty arm candy you only talk to when you flaunt to your buisness partners. I want a divorce.
Tim: *blinks in surprise before leaning into his phone* Uh Tam...when did I get married? And what did I do to ruin it?
Danny: *looking around* Oh my Ancients I'm in the wrong office! I am so sorry! *starts to leave only to back track* By the way your security kinda sucks. I stormed in here, obviously angry, and not once did anyone try to stop me or search me for weapons. I work for a security and bodyguard buisness, I'll leave my card with your assistant if you want to hire more competent gaurds. Sorry again for barging in like that! *leaves, politely shutting the door*
Tim: Tam I need that buisness card, and I need to know everything about that man!
Danny wasn't sure what to think when he received a care package--what the fuck?--filled with referrals of divorce lawyers, some pamphlets that Danny had never heard of.
And all from Tim Drake, the CEO of Wayne Enterprise. The one he barged into like yesterday.
"Why is a billionaire trying to help me break up with my husband?!" Danny said to no one, still in disbelief.
This was his fault, Danny knew. If he didn't put a foot in his mouth...why did he even blab about his personal life in front of his partner's boss? That just sounded pathetic. Hello, this is Danny about to get divorce. Nobody liked to hear about divorced guys. Yet he just slapped his card like he hadn't embarrassed himself.
"I probably should write a letter 'Thank you but please don't look into my possible divorce'," Danny muttered.
...
"Tim, what's this I hear about you going after a married man?" Steph's voice boomed at the Batcave, to Tim's horror, and he watched as his siblings shot him looks.
"You're falling in love with a married man?" Dick sounded almost disappointed at him.
"Damn. I didn't know you're a homewrecker," Jason said.
"He's getting a divorce," Tim insisted.
"Tsk."
Tim stood there, gaping at the court order. He's being sued for alienation of affection (otherwise known Homewrecker" lawsuit)
Jason whistled, peering over his shoulder. "Damn. Replacement."
Meanwhile, Tim was still spluttering. Utterly speechless. "B-b-but? How? Who still files this thing? I don't think it's even legal in this state."
(It isn't, Tim had checked)
Jason was too delighted. "And it says here, Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, had knowingly and maliciously--"
"Oh my god, Jason--"
"--In a hostile workplace. The defendant engaged in conduct that intentionally interfered with the marital relationship…|
Tim buried his face in his hand.
"--Plaintiff suffered loss of consortium, affection, and companionship."
"ITS NOT EVEN LEGAL IN NEW JERSEY!"
"One day, when you two have children, can I tell them this is your meet-cute?" Jason perked up. "You got sued by one of your employees--"
Tim didn't even want to think of the ramifications of this with the tabloids and how it would affect the company. His reputation in ruins.
"I can't believe I am being sued. And by this!"
"How pathetic," Damian sneered. "I can't believe you have brought dishonor on our family. Father will be very disappointed."
"Homewrecker," Jason sang along. And Tim wanted to strangle him that he was not. a. homewrecker. This was widely a gross misinterpretation of events!
"For the last time, Danny's getting a divorce!"
"I mean, you met Danny, who was in a vulnerable emotional state--"
Tim would hardly call their first meeting "vulnerable". "Nothing actually happened between us!" he defended himself
"You better countersue for defamation, Drake," Damian narrowed his eyes. "I will not allow our family reputation to be reduced to this 'romantic misconduct'." He sneered at the end
"I'm calling my lawyers," was all Tim could mutter
Tim Drake Wayne didn’t become the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate by letting people walk over him. Especially not in the courtroom. While he might be a disaster in his personal life (as evidenced by the "Care Package for Divorce" he’d sent Danny), This whole mess was unfolding on his home turf.
The conference room at Wayne Enterprises was freezing. Tim sat at the head of the table, dark circles under his eyes and a third espresso in his hand. Across from him sat his legal team, a group of people so shark-like they practically bled salt water.
"Let’s review," Tim said, his voice flat. "An employee-" he puts a picture down of the man. "-who is this man's-" followed by a picture of Danny, "-soon to be ex husband, is suing me for 'alienation of affection' in a state where that hasn't been a valid cause of action since the mid-20th century. He’s filed it publicly, leaked it to the Gotham Gazette, and the headline currently reads: CEO OR HOMEWRECKER?"
"Technically, Mr. Drake," his lead counsel, Mr. Harrow, noted, "the lawsuit is frivolous. It will be thrown out by a judge before the week is over."
"Being thrown out isn't enough," Tim snapped, the exhaustion of the week's jeering and pestering from his so called siblings finally bubbling over. "He’s smeared my name. He’s implied I used my position as CEO to coerce a marital breakdown. It’s affecting the stock, and most importantly... it's a lie."
He leaned forward, eyes narrowing. "We aren't just defending. I want a counter-sue. Defamation, libel, and intentional infliction of emotional distress. He knew the 'alienation' claim was legal fiction, he filed it specifically to damage my reputation." Damian had gone out of his way to mention all this to Tim in his own bratty way. And Tim can't even be upset, cause he can clearly tell it's coming from some place of actual concern. Even if neither of them will ever admit that out loud.
After that comes the Confrontation.
The legal "hit" was delivered two days later. Tim wouldn't go through this process in the shadows. Instead he had the papers served to Danny's so called husband right in the middle of a high-end restaurant where the man was ironically celebrating his "upcoming settlement" with a friend.
The fallout was immediate. Tim’s lawyers didn't only bring the facts, they brought a digital trail that would make this man regret ever starting this crap in the first place.
Exhibit A: Proof that the marriage was already in shambles long before Danny stepped foot in Tim’s office.
Exhibit B: Text logs of the husband bragging about "taking the billionaire for every cent" using a "dead law."
Exhibit C: The business card Danny left which was proof that the interaction was a professional solicitation for security services, not a clandestine tryst.
And then the Settlement… or well, the lack thereof.
A week later, the husband was dragged into a deposition. He looked significantly less smug now that he was facing a defamation suit that could bankrupt him for the next three lifetimes.
"I... I thought it was true," the husband stuttered, sweating under the fluorescent lights. "He barged into the office! He said he wanted a divorce right there!"
"In the wrong office," Mr. Harrow reminded him coolly. "To a man he had never met. And your response was to tell the tabloids that Mr. Drake had been 'pursuing' your husband for months. That is a demonstrably false statement of fact."
Tim watched from behind the one-way glass in the observation room. His phone buzzed. It was a text from an unknown number.
Danny: I heard about the countersuit… I am so, so sorry for the mess. I didn't think he'd actually try to sue you.
Tim’s thumbs hovered over the screen. He should be professional. Overstepping is what got him into this circus in the first place… but, it's Danny.
Tim: It’s fine. I'm paying my lawyers for a reason, and this is just another Tuesday for them. But to be honest? it's usually until after the first date before I get sued for someone's marriage ending.
Is that too forward? that's probably too forward, Tim can feel his ass getting blocked.
Danny: Is that an invitation? Because I think I owe you a dinner. Or at least a very good bodyguard for free for a while. Ancients know you could use one what with all those damn paparazzi vultures circling you because of all this.
Tim felt a rare, genuine smile tug at his lips. He turned back to the glass, watching the husband’s legal team practically beg Mr. Harrow for a settlement that involved a public retraction and a permanent NDA.
"Retraction first," Tim muttered to himself. "Then date."
He might have lost his reputation for a week, but the turn around on this particular disaster was starting to look very promising.
