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The world might be on fire, or it might not, let's play battleships anyways

This is your board, and I have just the same:

[ID: 10x10 grid. Numbers (on top) left to right 1-10. Letters (on left) top to bottom A-J]

And these are your ships, and I have just the same:

[ID: 1st ship: Aircraft Carrier—1pcs—size: 1x5

2nd ship: Battleship—1pcs—size: 1x4

3rd ship: Cruiser—1pcs—size: 1x3

4th ship: Submarine—2pcs—size:1x2

5th ship: Destroyer—2pcs—size1x1]

Rules:

• Your ships cannot overly

• Your ships have to be placed horizontally or vertically (no diagonally)

• If opponent sinks a ship, you have to tell which one it was

• If you hit something, it's your turn again

• If you want to stay anonymous, please identify yourself with a code name (it can be as simple as an emoji)

• Please don't cheate

Gameplay:

~ the first turn is yours, send a call out in the ask box

~ I will tell you whether or not you hit something and then I will call out (if you didn't) {all o' this in a posted answer}

~ It's your turn again, first tell me whether or not I hit something, then call out (if I didn't) {in an ask}

~ this goes on until one of us sinks all of the other one's ships

~If you are unfamiliar with the game itself here's a link to an in depth explenation

Good to know

+ I'm using a different board with every player

+ The gameplay or the rules might be modified if I get bored of them

+ Planning on drawing my own ships and board instead of the current ugly ones

I want you to remember:

The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.

Accidentally got to witness a 'fight' about recent batman comics. Currently leaving kudos at every post I see about it.

Gotta keep the mill going, this shit's both objectively crazy and equally entertaining

Ah yesss,, how I wish people to perceive me, just the way I like it

He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.

Jason, being a semi-canonic common hallucination in the family after his death, could lead to the stupidest AU ever.

Imagine everyone seeing him — Bruce, half of the time, Dick non-stop, Tim more often than not, and eventually even Alfred starts seeing little boy's silhouette in the corner of his eye, but he never admits it, because someone needs to stay sane in this family.

It is a lot like real-life cases when cult families start to see collective hallucination, and it somehow syncronises in their minds, so they hear and see the same things, you know?

So, yeah, everyone sees Jaybin around.

Everyone but Damian. Damian is a normal one. He also knows his Akhi is alive and well, so whatever. And it takes him some time to figure out that his family is bat-shit insane, but when he does, he decides to use it on his advantage.

Damian, calling Jason: Akhi, you should visit me. It is getting awfully boring here.

Jason, frowning: You know I can't. They think I am dead, and I can't risk my plan, especially now, when Red Hood is gaining-

Damian: We will pretend you are a hallucination.

Jason: ...What?

Damian: So, there is a plan...

So, a few days after this call, Jason arrives at the Wayne Manor. He still thinks his brother's plan sucks, but gaslighting is one of his many talents, so surely, they will figure something out. He can lie his way through this meeting.

Expect, he doesn't even need to lie. His family is actually insane.

Bruce, bumping in Jason:

Jason, staring back: Uh-

Bruce: Wow. You look so grown-up. And we look so alike. Nice one, brain.

Jason: ?..

Tim, leaving his room: Hi, B, hi- Oh, damn. Hi, Jaybin. Nice leather jacket.

Bruce: Right? I guess his ghost just grows up with us now.

Jason: ????

Alfred, nodding along, out of nowhere: Master Dick will hate it. He looks taller now.

All of them: (peacefully leave the room)

Jason: What. The. Fuck.

Jason waits for the moment of clarity to happen as he chats with Damian in the kitchen, but... nothing changes. They really, really think he is a hallucination. So... he starts hanging out around more. Both because Damian is getting angsty, and because it is kinda... amusing.

Tim, stuck on the same case for a few nights, non-stop: Oh, it is really just me and you in this, Jason.

Jason, playing Mario Cart on the table by his side: Maybe take a nap, dude.

Tim: No, I need to figure out this case with-

Jason, rolling his eyes: Red Hood had already dealt with it. Go to sleep.

Tim: ...You are such a good self-care kind of hallucination.

Jason: ...

Damian: Your bets, when will they realise that you are a real person?

Jason: At this point, I am not sure that they will, even if I start screaming that I am real.

Damian: Fair. I bet a year would do.

Jason: ...A year and a half.

Dick visits the Manor. He cooes at Jason, muttering something about "of course, he would have grown up in a punk," and Jason almost breaks his role to hit him on the head.

Jason, arms folded on his chest: You know, you need serious help, dad.

Bruce, blinking at him slowly: Probably. You know what else I need?

Jason: Sleep? Retirement? To stop adopting strays? The list is endless, man.

Bruce: ...Coffee. I need more coffee.

Jason, groaning: What the fuck!!!

Alfred figures out that Jason is real, eventually. Solely because he catches him sneaking a few extra cookies, and hallucinations are not supposed to eat. He plays along with him and Damian until the very end, anyway.

(Damian ends up winning the bet because Jason loses it once and pushes Bruce down the stairs, when he starts reciting some precautionary tale about him. Everyone is flabbergasted.)

Watching fnaf fangame gameplay by candlelight is self care

Yes geologists! Doing the important work 💖

I want you to remember:

The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.

“Babel” by Cildo Meireles (2001)

It's sort of an 'all across europe' thing. Or at least I think it is. I might be wrong since I'm from one of the 'more bitter countries'. Our hate language is vicious mockery (and so is our love language to be honest(that is when we speak at all)).

On one hand I understand it, I really do, It's not reasonable but it is an aftermath of the world wars. And if I want to go further it is really an aftermath of the way the whole country was born at all (rebellious child anthology).

However, and this is what I think matters more, while it is understandable it is unacceptable. While politics and art are never going to be inseparable, this amount of backlash is toxic.

Besides, on the other hand, the US is a relatively young country with such a young society and so much potential and it truly feels like hating on a new generation.

This is such a dumb petty thing to care about but it drives me up a wall how French people (and maybe other Europeans, but I'm only speaking for the French) are soooo snooty about Americans and American culture. They love to mock us about literature, food, art, etc

But they love all of it!! My local cinemas are playing Lynch films every single night right now in an homage. I went to Lost Highway last night and it wasn't packed but for a Thursday night last minute showing of a 30 year old film the theater was pretty full. Lynch was from Montana!!!

Like I get that it doesn't matter but it does drive me nuts because I think Americans internalize this to a degree (I know I did) and don't appreciate the incredible art produced by our own fellow Americans and that's a real shame