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The badass movie of the year!

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My new poverty apartment is completely infested with roaches and the apartment people aren't doing anything about it so I'm collecting house centipedes and wolf spiders and releasing them into the building the way that ancient people put cats in their homes in order to eat the mice
Nice to Meet You
Dick Grayson x reader oneshot inspired by the song âNice to Meet Youâ by Myles Smith - my first xreader fic, so sorry if itâs cringe or more OC than reader đŁ Iâm also under drinking age, so I have no idea what a bar is and didnât feel like doing research.
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He was off-duty tonight, what with his still-healing forearm itching in a cast, and Bruce (and Jason) being a mother hen and not letting him go on patrol. Dick had to sneak past Alfred to even get out of the manor (Alfred 100% knew he was escaping, Dick had no doubt).
And all for what, some poorly-purified whiskey and crappy music?
He ordered another shot and downed it. As he was swallowing the cheap alcohol, he could feel the familiar heat of eyes on him â the same striking eyes that he had felt on him all night. Dick met the gaze of the young woman ten seats down, and gave her (another) small wave. She blushed softly, a dusty pink misting beneath the powder brushed lightly on her cheekbones, and returned his wave with one of her own.
He turned back to the bar and flagged for more whiskey (how many shots had he had? Surely, this could be detrimental to his recovery), but then he felt her gaze heavy upon his shoulders still.
Her presence grew until she was beside him, sitting in the stool next to his. âHello,â came the soft, firm cadence of her voice. Her cheeks were still warm, but her smile held a soft confidence that belied something attractive.
Dick turned to meet her warm eyes again â now closer, he could see how the color seemed to shift and change under the light, sometimes appearing light blue, other times the darkest brown that seemed almost black â and offered up the same smile they had been sharing for the last three hours. âEvening, miss.â He outstretched his good hand in greeting. âHas your boyfriend left you all alone in a place like this?â
Her laugh was contagious, easy and free, and it made Dickâs heart ache to hear it again. But he wouldnât allow himself, his job was dangerous, his schedule would conflict with things, he wouldnât be a good boyfriend to a civilian, and why was he thinking about this â she hadnât even asked him on a date! She hadnât even given her name, he could not be feeling all fluttery like this.
She accepted his handshake with a firm grip â what was it with womenâs violent handshakes? â and gave a small chuckle. âNo, Iâm still a single Pringle at the lonely age of twentyâ twenty-one, actually.â
Oh, her voice. He was dead. Dead dead dead. âThatâs such a shame.â Dickâs words were smooth like honey and practiced charm despite the mental and emotional hurricane that started swirling deep in his chest. âHow could a gorgeous woman like yourself end up without a date?â
Her blush tinted the tips of her ears a faint red, and her nails tapped absently against the glistening wood of the bar. âI stropped trying to figure that out a while ago,â she answered, and wet her unpolished lips. âButâ uh, I was wondering, if you werenât seeing anyone, if youâ if you, ah, knew how and would like to dance?â
Dead dead dead. His brows rose, and he gestured to his cast arm. âYouâd want to dance, despite the obvious disadvantage?â
She tilted her head slightly, and gave him a much easier smile than her flushed cheeks had previously. âThis life ainât forever, one song.â
Dick chuckled warmly and stood, quickly downing his last shot and held out his hand for her. âWell then we better catch a good one. Iâm Dick, by the way.â
She giggled, excitedly pulling him towards the horde of wiggling bodies, and gave him her name in return.
Something upbeat and promising turned on over the speakers, and Dick began leading his attractive partner in a simple, one-handed dance. It wasnât a slow waltz, but it also wasnât whatever everyone else seemed to be doing. His breath caught on multiple occasions, watching how she seemed so taken by the simple dance â how she seemed to enjoy this simple pleasure like Jason enjoyed reading, or like Tim relaxed after a tense week of nonstop Red Robin work.
Eventually, the song tapered off, and they both pulled away (if Dick held on a little longer, he would never admit it).
âThanks,â the young woman said with a bright smile aimed up at him, and he found himself grinning just as wide. âThat was fun. Iâll leave you be now, I should get home anyway. Iâll see you around, Dick.â
And she gave him a small, playful curtsy and disappeared back into the crowd. His gaze tried to follow her, but she blended in almost perfectly with everyone else, and his attempts were really only half-hearted. Sure, she was⌠breathtaking, but she was also a civilian and heâs tried that before and it never worked out. He couldnât. Yet his heart pounded heavily in his ribcage, aching and roaring at him to follow her.
Dick sat back down at his seat and ordered a beer.
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an: I knew action scenes were not my forte; I did not realize that included dancing too đ
âBatmanâs refusal to kill, even when it means allowing known murderers to kill again, is not heroicâitâs selfish. Take the Joker. How many times has Batman caught him, only for him to escape and massacre innocent people? Batman knows Joker will never change, never be contained. Yet still, he insists on letting him live. And every time, more people die. Thereâs nothing moral about thatâjust arrogance."
A character analysis on Batmanâs moral absolutism vs. real-world consequences. (+ Red Hoodâs form of justice as a ideological opposite)
On Callouts
I understand that the subject matter may seem inseparable sometimes, that's why it's so extremely important not to make light of such serious language like anything Big Three related when someone is referring an archetype of fictional character.
It creates burnout in the person reading that eventually becomes an outright dismissal of any and all abuse accusations with "Ugh, they're just complaining about Onimai or Madoka or whatever."
It won't matter if there are real victims vouching for your post, or even if it was posted by one-such survivor, after the reader finds that the likelihood that they'll stop reading and stop caring gets a little higher. Apathy then grows overall.
THIS is why equating fiction with reality is damaging to victims, especially when done so often and so brazenly: because victims are NOT fictional characters.
Victims are not narrative constructs created in someone else's imagination for the sole purpose of providing entertainment.
Victims are not forever-convienent talking points with which internet strangers can gossip about each other.
Victims are not fandom discourse or drama.
Please stop treating them as such, you're causing more harm than good.

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text from Born This Way: Sympathy and Science for Those Who Want to Have Sex with Children
This text and dozens more can be found at the Paraphilia Research Archive.
âitâs hypocrisy for people who celebrated the idf killing sinwar & nasrallah to be appalled by people celebrating luigi mangione killing brian thompson; either you care about sanctity of life no matter what or youâre okay with celebrating killing terrible peopleâ
as someone who isnât really celebrating either, but is more worried about the latter than the former, I would like to present another option.
there is a fundamental difference between:
killing a member of a military structure as an act of war VS. extrajudicial vigilantism and murder against another citizen
a terrorist organization that exists to destroy a country & slaughter its civilians directly carrying out a massacre with clearcut genocidal intentions VS. a healthcare company that exists to both provide coverage for care to its customers and profit to its shareholders making decisions that indirectly lead to death through a failure to provide care when they prioritize profit over care
an agreed upon military action by official members of a structure that has (ostensibly, or at least is supposed to have) a means of oversight/accountability VS. one rogue person serving as judge, jury & executioner with no oversight or accountability
a military attack that deals a significant & strategic blow to a structure that exists to cause harm VS. a lone act of violence that leaves the injustice structure intact and at most disrupts the means to provide healthcare coverage within that system
on multiple levels, the situations are different. this isnât saying there isnât severe injustice in how healthcare coverage is provided, or that Brian Thompson was in no way responsible for his part in it, but there are shades of bad, and in every aspect, theyâre multiple steps removed in ways that severely change the dynamics.
yeah, if you squint your eyes until all details blur away and boil everything down to âbad person gets bad thingâ they start to look the same, but that is a fundamentally unhelpful & childish way to look at the world.
should powerful people who make unjust decisions & have a larger share in the diffuse responsibility for terrible injustices receive no consequences just because theyâre not directly masterminding it, or itâs an indirect consequence of other goals, or âitâs not personal; itâs just good businessâ? no, of course not. but there is good reason that we as a society have a concept of criminal negligence, and we recognize the difference between manslaughter versus murder. theyâre just fundamentally different things.
no, intention isnât everything, but it isnât nothing. passively allowing violence isnât not violent, but it is still categorically different from actively engaging in violence or directly commanding it. indirect responsibility isnât no responsibility, but it isnât the same as direct responsibility.
it can absolutely be helpful to build a fence around certain offensesââdonât do x because itâs adjacent/can lead to yââto make it less likely that the worse offense will occur or to keep people from abusing gray areas and claiming plausible deniability. but there is a limit to how far you can take that before it starts to do the opposite.
when we keep expanding the criteria of guilt to include more and more steps away from direct, intentional harm as equal to the direct/intentional version of that offense, and we lower the criteria for who metes out justice to just any guy with a gun, and we put the power of judge jury & executioner all in a single personâs hands and we allow the maximum sentence (execution) for even indirect/unintentional systemic harm⌠weâre creating a powder keg just waiting to explode into mass, unchecked, open violence and throwing matches at it. and thatâs not even getting into all the people chomping at the bit just waiting to use this permission structure to attack Jews and queer people
I donât know when we, the three opinions people, started embracing this dualistic extreme black-and-white thinking where things had to all always be x or y way, but we need to do better. cheering on the expansion of vigilantism into extrajudicial execution for untried alleged criminal negligence & corporate manslaughter is a significantly different beast to crab raving or dancing in the streets when a guy who directly masterminded massacres, ruled a totalitarian regime, or dedicated his life to final solution 2: electric boogaloo gets hit as part of a war.