What Tha Fuck

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NAH 💀🎻—

This post is your reminder that you are not obligated to blog about current events.

Things are bad. Really bad. Do not let people guilt trip you into tormenting yourself even further over the fact that things are bad. Doomscrolling is not activism.

If you're just on tumblr to blorbopost or reblog pretty pictures, you are not harming people by inaction.

You are not a bad person for not dedicating every aspect of your life and leisure space to whatever disgusting mask-off attack on human life and dignity some government has decided to enact.

Take action where you can, but don't confuse doomscrolling and digital self harm for action.

If you need to lose yourself in blorboposting, go for it.

If you need to log off for the day, whether it's to take irl action or to protect what little sanity any of us have left over the past 7 years, then by all means, do.

Morale is important. Hope is important. Small joys keep us from burning out completely in times like this. Do not let any "if you don't reblog this I'm judging you" guilt trip convince you otherwise.

I recorded every word that was discovered for the thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com computer console, as of last night (8/9). The video is an hour long. I did this knowing I had work in the morning. God help me.

Are we just not gonna talk about this like what?????

Just to be clear, Kamala conceded with grace and dignity but it is still well within everyone’s right to demand an investigation and even a recount with due cause despite a winner being declared. U.S.Americans have the right to demand free and fair elections (we don’t have a right to, say, start an insurrection like certain people did after the 2020 election).

Many, including major swing states, (Nevada, Wisconsin, Pennsylvania, and more) have already admitted to data and ballots not being recognized or lost and are recounting or calling for a recount. It usually takes days to count and record votes, a day after a bunch of election tampering is not enough.

If you used a mail-in ballot and haven’t yet, check if it was actually counted and “recognized.” A lot of mail-in voters from swing states found out that their ballots were uncounted today.

My baby, my baby

DPxDC

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Jason has been having dreams. Dreams of him living a different life. Almost every night he would go to bed and wake up in a different apartment. One that was cleaner but had more possessions in it. He would walk down the hall to a room that was space-themed, with glow-in-the-dark stars filling the ceiling, planet stickers making up the galaxy on the wall, and a soft black rug on the floor with toys littered about.

In the middle of the room, there was a crib and in every dream, a baby was waiting for him. The baby never cried, just sat there waiting for him with the biggest smile. He had the bluest eyes and dark hair that curled at the end. His freckles matched the stars on the ceiling.

Jason would pick him up gently and place him on his hip, bouncing him softly which would make the baby laugh. His chubby little hands would clap together when Jason placed him in his high chair. His legs would kick impatiently waiting for his food.

The dream would go on as Jason goes through his day with his baby. He would play with him and put him down for naps throughout the day. Jason would carry him from room to room in this apartment.

He rarely put his baby down, rarely separated from him. Always holding him close as the dream went on.

Then Jason would wake up. He would wake up to no baby in the room down the hall, in a shitty apartment that is supposed to be just a safe house. There is no space-themed room and no high chair in the kitchen. Jason would curl up in his bed clutching his chest as grief for a baby that is not real invades his heart.

He will mourn for the few quiet moments of the morning before he locks it away to start his day.

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Jason was getting to the end of patrol as he made his final rounds. It was a quiet night which made him wary and on edge. He was heading to his apartment, grappling across the rooftops when he heard something from an alley just below him.

The noise quickly caught his attention, making him jump down into the alley. As he got closer to the source of the sound he could make it out as the crying of a baby. Hidden by trash bags and behind a dumpster was a baby.

A baby with pale skin and trembling chubby arms. He had dark hair that curled at the ends and his eyes were scrunched tight. His face was red from how hard he was crying.

Jason knew this baby.

His baby.

Jason gently picked up the baby causing the crying to stop. Looking up at him were teary blue eyes. The bluest eyes he has ever seen.

The baby was swaddled up tight in a black blanket with yellow stars with a green sticky note stuck to the front.

“Danny, the beloved

CW”

Was written in the note.

“Danny…” Jason whispered softly as he looked at the babe like he was the most precious thing to ever grace the earth. “Let’s go home.”

i hate when people get like way too into theories to the point where it just waters down the whole idea. like i see people being like "WHAT IF Bill forged the missing journal pages??" or "what if he actually didnt open up to Ford at all and everything he said was a lie abt his backstory" ??? like, we're rounding back around to "what if it was a coma the whole time" type stuff. its just really uninteresting and boring. obviously thats not whats going on, and if it was itd be lame asf. id rather deep dive into what theyre saying and analyze their characters rather than assume everything is just fake, it kinda reduces everything to mush imo. the whole point of tbob is that bill is NOT all knowing as he seems and hes actually not always 50 steps ahead. he has faults and real emotions and makes mistakes. he just makes it seem like hes in control so that people WILL question themselves. his bark is bigger than his bite.

Into the Dannyverse or Something 🤷‍♀️

What I love about DCxDP is that there's variety, you don't like this one? Well just go look for another or make one yourself! 🗣

The only thing is that I feel like we can all agree on is that Danny is a little shit with shit luck >:)

In his own world or in DC via dimension hopping or just literally existing; he's gonna cause mayhem, accidental or not when it comes to him and DC universe.

So it really shouldn't be surprising that somehow; multiple Dannys' from different universes/timelines, fucked up and fell into 1 SINGULAR world and now they're all sharing an apartment together, trying to find a way to fix this mess WHILE also trying to avoid trouble, sounds absolutely impossible but okay!

Oh, and their neighbors think they're a family of escaped clones.

This sounds like a chaotic sitcom (๏ᆺ๏υ)

The adults are tired already 😭

Alright, random idea about the Twin AU, or any AU where Danny is an Al Ghul. Everyone knows that Ra's has an entire army of assassins, but what about the dead assassins? I doubt Ra's is dipping everybody in the Lazarus pit.

So, what if they went to the ghost zone?

And then when Danny dies, these assassins, who are extremely loyal to the Al Ghul family, immediately start following him.

The main assassin in charge, I'm gonna call him Carl, whose been around since the very beginning of the league, who was Ra's right hand man, starts acting as Danny's second in command basically becoming his Alfred.

Carl orders some of the assassins to help Danny out with some small stuff, like distracting some of the rouges so he gets to school on time, killing the hotdogs in the fridge so the little prince doesn't die of poisoning, setting off a Fenton invention so Danny get make a getaway. He definitely orders them to not interfere in big fights, unless Danny really needs the help, as a way for Danny to learn how to fight.

Carl has no idea who the GIW is, but he's gonna find out and then he's gonna blackmail/threaten/unalive some people.

Danny doesn't even know that he's suddenly gained a ghost army, all he knows is that there's a few helpful ghosts hanging around that really hate hotdogs. And then when Danny becomes the ghost king, hoo boy. The assassins replace the old ghost kings army, set up their own system and chains of command just completely change everything. Carl takes FrightKnights place as the king's right hand man/ bodyguard, makes sure all the members of the royal family are safe and is ready to fist fight the time ghost if he makes one more attempt to get his job.

Danny: I wanna be an astronaut. Carl who has no idea what that is: Sure, just let me do some info gathering and blackmail some people. Danny: What? And imagine the batfams reaction.

This is about Sci-Hub. yeah we get it.. gatekeep knowledge and protect the interests of capital…