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dni unless you have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing, all the modern languages, all while possessing a certain something in your air and manner of walking, the tone of your voice, your address and expressions-
I'm sure all ex-Robins that were introduced to the Justice League have their "Robin" voice. The voice that says, "I'm overwhelmed and a very very small child, please come help me," to anyone that knew them as Robins. If you ask any JLA member their ages, none of them will say anything over 20 (Dick) or 15 (Tim and Jason)
Like imagine you're a random Rogue, new to the scene, and you've somehow managed to get Nightwing backed against a wall. Then this twenty-something year old, lethal, GROWN MAN, yells, "I NEED AN ADULT!" at the top of his lungs and goddamn Superman comes out of the fucking aether and kicks your ass.
Jason absolutely weaponizes it too. Like he died at fifteen, but he's always going to be thirteen to the Justice League. He's uncomfortable at a function and asks Bruce, "get me out of here?" with a soft voice and Bruce immediately complies. He makes a sad face at Hal so he can have the last cupcake and Hal hates that it always works.
Tim just cries. He gives absolutely zero fucks that it's blatant emotional manipulation, he does a sad little sniff and immediately he's being fawned overâwhat's wrong? Who hurt you? What do you need? Do you need help? Tim decided that if he's going to be treated like a kid, he may as well reap the benefits, and points them in the direction of whichever villain/Rogue that's annoying him the most at the time.
Damian despises how he's worried about as Robin and doesn't get how useful just Being A Kid is sometimes.
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hazmat suit but make it goth
Tripp hazmat suit
fuck with me
the tripp hazmat suit stays on during sex
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ok i could have just scrolled down
danny devito made this
the what
hold on looking something up
God I fucking hate Olaf the snowman so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he's in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid lumpy face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking legs? Who the hell makes a snowman with legs. His dumb flaily fucking twig arms? His shitty, lumpy bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking SNOW BUCK TOOTH that no snowman has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Olaf or an Olaf gif or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. "Bhurr blur, I'm Olaf the fuckshit snow fucker, I like warm hugs". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like Tow Mater summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking twig hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking lumpy carrot nose and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene he's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know he's just a shitty fucking side character in a stupid fucking children's movie, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Shitstick the snow dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking nose. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional snowman
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I'd feel better about this whole rant if Olaf weren't queer-coded. It might be largely the voice acting â the lisp, the inflection especially â but he's got massive "harmless gay sidekick" vibes. And if you're actively critiquing that? Sure, great, go all out. Hate whom you will. Say whatever you want about how "gay" is equated with "harmless silly sidekick used for comic relief, with no serious bearing on the plot, literally inhuman and treated by Serious Human Characters as... well,a sidekick, peripheral to your life and safe to ignore.
But if you're not engaging critically with that aspect of his character and are just overwhelmed with hatred whenever you see or hear or think about the queer-coded character and his mannerisms make you feel violent, that is a little bit. Uncomfortable. At best.
what on God's green earth are you talking about
See sometimes I wonder why Iâm still on this website, and then posts like this come along. Amazing.Â
me reading this post like
gonna show this post to the character designer who made olaf
QuietâŚâŚ I am Yearning
Because of this image, specifically
#romance#listen i know that Courtly Love ⢠is a much analyzed thing that has Layers and such#but i just gotta look at the YEARNING AND LOVE IT SOMETIMES#because what i love about this picture#is how it looks like both parties desperately want to be properly embracing#face to face arms really AROUND each other so they can kiss#but for some reason that we canât see in the painting htis is impossible#neither the knight or the lady have turned their bodies physically away from their intended staircase paths#the knight isnât craning his head any more to the right to see her face#and the lady is turning her face to the wall#and all they can snatch together is this brief desprate and infinitely tender moment LIKE I YEARN MY HOES I YEARN#you can imagine that they arranged it so carefully between themselves at some previous date#that they would pass each other on the stairs just for this brief moment#so the lady could hold her hand out and the knight could kiss it#the lady turning her face away for deniability#and the knight easily able to let her go and pretend it was just a chance brush#DARN STAR-CROSSED LOVE IâM WEAK Y'ALL ( @takiki16â )
For those (like me before finding out) who are wondering which painting is presented here : Itâs The Meeting on the Turret Stairs by Frederick William Burton ! I adore it.
Hi, yeah, do you want to yearn and ache some more because OOF
(taken from the National Gallery of Ireland website)

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This is John Lennons son btw
being queer and seeing historical queer love is like a punch to the gut in a good way every time
crying and sobbing crying and sobbing etc
some more vintage photographs that make me weep and wail, now including trans people!
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if I was to give One tip to new tumblr users, it would be that funny additions are almost always better in the tags. If youâre hilarious enough, people will screenshot the tags, along with the lighthearted âhow dare you leave this in the tags!!â If the joke didnât land, then no one gets annoyed by your addition - itâs just a tag. Itâs a win-win. The exception is when you are actually friends with op, and know that theyâre down for some back-and-forth banter. Then yes, go ahead and recreate a Classic Tumblr Funny Interaction. Because ye. almost all of those are staged.
yeah you get it
Yes exactly
Itâs sad that toxic game culture is so prevalent cuz like. As someone who has ended up in random matches with kids before, I can attest to how fucking easy it is to reverse and un-teach shitty attitudes in kids.
Example: I downloaded Friday the 13th because itâs free on psn. I dunno how to play, so I just enter quick play and Iâm matched with 3-4 kids on mic. Immediately on mic theyâre shitty and disparaging to each other. They laugh at each others deaths, they actively work against team mates and self sabotage, they call each other âfagsâ, etc. From the sounds of the voices they cannot be older than 13-14.
I put on my mic and just decide I ainât havin it. I am nice. I thank them for barricading doors or leaving me items. When they break free from Jasonâs grasp I say âgood job!â or I try to help them. One kid survived for most of the match by himself. When he dies, I tell him he did a fantastic job.
The mood shift is practically INSTANT. These kids almost immediately stop being dick heads. They start encouraging each other and being kind. After the match all of them try to friend request me. Which should tell you a couple of things:
A) kids want to be kind, and they want to have a nice time playing games. But encounters with adults like me or so rare that theyâve trained themselves to instantly put on a toxic, shitty, defensive veneer when encountering any new person online. Itâs literally just THAT EASY to not groom a horrible gaming community, itâs just that NO ONE does it.
B) the speed of which they all tried to friend me was cute, but paints for me such a sad picture? Like these kids are SO desperate to find people to play with who arenât crappy jerks. They played with me for 10 minutes TOPS and all instantly tried to reach out to me.
tl;dr: The kids are alright. Adults are shit heads.
I cant agree with this post more
I witnessed something similar with my younger brother (this was when he was In fifth grade so bear with me here) and his friends. The teacher assigned for them to build a somewhat accurate spanish mission in Minecraft because their school had gotten some iPads and she needed to assign them something other than a PowerPoint.
Now hereâs the thing. Most of these boys, my brother included, have ADD/ADHD. About a week into the project all they had in their shared world was chaos. Somebody filled the place with tnt and lit it up. Holes everywhere. Whenever one would attempt to try and build something (mostly wood huts and not the actual project) it would be destroyed within minutes as the boys began to insult each other heavily and complain that the design was ugly.
I brought my own ipad with me and decided to sit with the boys while they continued their reign of terror. I joined the world and built a hallway out of brick at the very center of this war zone. Immediately one of them tried to destroy it under the impression that âit looks badâ.
âWell, what should I make it out of?â
âDiamond.â
The ten year old mind is a mystery to meâŚ
Anyway, then I showed him some pictures similar to these:
I reasoned that it would be easier to sway this kid toward another pretty block than trying to get him to stick to the materials of the time, so I asked him if he would like to help me replace my brick design with quartz (eh, itâs white).
Bam! One of the ten year old anarchists is dutifully building me a glittering gem hallway for our insanely rich monks.
The other three are off somewhere still yelling at each other and setting off explosives, but we have something built. Much to my surprise the kid asked if he could build the church next because he âwanted to build the most important partâ.
Hereâs where I learned something important. I donât have ADD or ADHD but as I said before my brother does. When he gets fixated on something, heâs really gets into it. Once a few minutes had passed and this kid already had four walls up I decided to grid up the entire mission. One gets the church, one gets the farm, etc.
After playing the game with them for an hour, I had a pretty good idea of where each kid should go.
Church kid, I found, was very particular about materials and shape(hence his hangup over the brick). I gave him free reign over the outer walls of the mission and showed him the reference pictures to get him started.
My brother liked the farms most (he was building dirt domes over the cows donât ask me how I made this connection it just worked, okay), so he was in charge of building pens for the animals.
Another kid was, at first glance, very loud and bossy when it came to decorating (constantly said we were making chairs wrong). Turns out he likes interior design, like putting benches and beds in the little rooms, so his bossiness was just frustration with my brotherâs artistic sense I guess.
Another was very good with placing trees and plants around the exterior (I guessed this because he covered the place in a ridiculous amount of trees and I asked him if he would like to know where they are supposed to go). He got to make a vineyard for us and organized how the crops should go.
So how did it turn out?
Actually very nice!!
So what did we learn? Kids actually like to play games and be praised for their creativity and intuition. If I had just told them to stop messing around rather than direct their attention to areas within their interests, they never would have gotten anything done.
After an hour of gaming they:
Mirrored my language; âthank you!â, âwhich part are you working on?â, âI like this block.â
Realized each otherâs strengths; âhey [kid name] can you help me with the roof?â âHow do you make the big trees [kid name]?â
Were able to articulate exactly what they did or didnât like without using force; âthat looks good!â, âhow about we put it there?â, âI donât like that block, how about this one?â
On the plus side, since we moved the game file to my device for safekeeping, I now have a cute little souvenir of the time I played Minecraft with four ten year olds.
This is a really long post, but itâs super important. In games like Fortnite where youâll find lots of kids, itâs important (if you can) to steer them away from toxicity. I canât tell you how many times Iâve run into kids who talk like toxic adults and the act of just being nice to them completely turns them around.

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While watching Dune were you my stepdad (getting visibly alert like a pointer hound when Arrakis' ecology and culture was discussed) or my mother (wolf-whistling for Leto Atreides when he first showed up onscreen and leaning over to tell me how much she hated the Harkonnens when they killed him)
Hamlet as a D&D paladin.
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some gems of insight from the reblogs (@aspiring-protagonistâ and @moderndayathenaâ):
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