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I feel like Bruce Wayne projects the kind of amiable playboy 'fun' vibe that he'd be the type of celebrity that certain interviewers feel comfortable surprising with puppies.

You know the kind of shows I mean.

The late-night talk show situations where they're making benign small talk with their smiling guest, and there's a segment where animals get brought out, usually to talk about some sort of ecological relief effort.

So you're watching your trash TV talk show late at night, and you get to watch billionaire pretty boy Bruce Wayne be begrudgingly talked into holding a (relatively) harmless creature which inevitably gets a lot of delighted shrieks from the audience as it starts being a lot more active than the handler promised. And to his credit, Bruce doesn't flinch, he doesn't freak out. But his eyes are a little wide, and his voice a little tight as the smile on his face takes on a slight rictus quality before he's inevitably rescued by an apologetic handler who is also laughing because they all know there was no real danger, it was just funny to put Bruce, who is an undeniable good sport and already laughing along, out of his comfort zone for the sake of charity.

Meanwhile, up in the Justice League headquarters, several founding members of the League are wondering how fast they can get a fake Oscar award shipped to the space station because fuck off. Absolutely fuck off, Bruce. Where the fuck did he study? Juilliard? (Probably.)

(Clark ends up going to a novelty store during the commercial break. It's faster than trying to get anything shipped, even with the infrastructure Bats built for them. He finds it several days later taped to his console in a conspicuously empty briefing room. It's gaudy and awful, the words "Best Actor" engraved on the plaque. No one's around to see him smile. No one comments when it vanishes. Everyone thinks it's been yeeted out an airlock. Dick absolutely comments when it shows up in the manor, stashed in one of the trophy cases that sprung up for all the bat kids' school awards. Bruce has no idea how it got there. Must have been Alfred. (It was not.))

Anyway, consider, for your amusement, Bruce Wayne getting highjacked on The Gotham Toight Show with a handful of wriggling puppies and, for a split second, not having to pretend he's delighted to be there.

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The Migrant Shipwreck Near Greece Is a Horrible Tragedy. But It Wasn’t an Accident.

Hundreds are missing, presumed drowned after a shipwreck off Greece, which European officials have called the “worst ever tragedy” in the Me

EU officials have deemed this “the worst ever tragedy” in the Mediterranean. But this shipwreck is not an aberration or an inevitable accident. It is the direct result of Greek and EU practices and regulations that have made entering Europe and seeking asylum increasingly impossible, forcing people to take more and more dangerous routes. It is the product of years of political decisions that have turned the Mediterranean into a graveyard.

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“When you see a dead body and next to it a serial killer, you know what happened. When you see a shipwreck and next to it the Hellenic Coast Guard you should know too.” Wrote lawyer Dimitris Choulis on Twitter. He has spent years representing asylum seekers on the Aegean islands who have made the journey by boat.

In a statement, Alarm Phone similarly pointed the blame to Greece’s practices on the border: “People on the move know that thousands have been shot at, beaten, and abandoned at sea by these Greek forces. They know that encountering the Hellenic Coast Guard, the Hellenic Police or the Hellenic Border Guards often means violence and suffering,” they said. “It is due to systematic pushbacks that boats are trying to avoid Greece, navigating much longer routes, and risking lives at sea.”

Jane: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*

Mischa: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents

Ocean: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you

Noel: Actually I did the math, Mischa would have $225, not $0.15.

Mischa: Fam I’m right here....

Ricky: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)

Jane: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?

Ricky: Sorry I only have a dollar

Jane: :(

Ocean: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Mischa would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent

Ricky: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice

Constance: You can buy anything you want with $22,500

Ocean: Yeah and they want soda and apply juice

Constance: Apply juice to what

Ricky: Directly to the forehead

Noel: Great chat everyone

“It doesn’t make sense to keep Magneto a Holocaust survivor because he’d have to be like 100 years old” is a wild take to have about a fictional guy whose best friend ages at half-speed, whose secondary enemy is literally immortal, and who in the comics has a 12-pack at the age of 89. The time that has elapsed since the end of the Second World War is not actually an insurmountable obstacle

as is customary with me they do got lore

Mammals both produce milk and have hair. Ergo, a coconut is a mammal.

im proposing we replace rush hour with either fish hour or russian hour

i will not be taking questions at this time

Dragons. You agree, reblog

i BETTER get bitten by a werewolf AND/OR a vampire tonight!!! its halloween and im fucking gay!!!