Talia and Tim must have the most awkward relationship ever and i bet Jason and Damian find it hysterical.

Bruce: of course you remember Jason and Damian, and this is Tim, the previous Robin before Damian took over.

Talia: yes. we’ve… met.

Bruce, sensing tension: ?

Jason, fully aware and grinning widely: do you call him step-daddy?

Tim: fucks sake Jason he just tried to make me his wife that one time, i was never actually WITH Ra’s.

Damian, amused: it is fascinating that for a short period my mother almost became my technical niece, though.

Talia: Damian.

Tim: i hate this family

Jason: really? because this is the first time i’ve ever been actively excited to be here

The Blues Brothers (1980)

Don’t hit Nazis with your fist

HIT THEM WITH YOUR CAR

Again, just so everyone knows where this blog stands

I did a double take when I realized that this isn't the chocolate guy. I figured he made a bread bunny or of chocolate and made it look like bread.

the "dire wolves are no longer extinct" stuff is gonna be the most annoyingly persistent science misinformation for the next decade at least

my theory is they went with dire wolves because its inaccurate pop culture depictions make it the easiest famous extinct animal to evoke to the average person. if you're trying to make something marketable to investors and the news, anything people would see as cool or notable enough to care about, like a dinosaur or a woolly mammoth or a dodo, is really hard to genetically edit into existence, theoretically even more difficult because everyone expects them to look like a cool movie monster instead of a relatively normal looking animal; the exception being dire wolves, which people both see as a cool marketable fantasy creature and also happen to think looks exactly like a normal wolf (as opposed to the large dog that isn't that closely related to grey wolves they actually are)

We just knew.

As a reminder, this is what she looks like:

Also I hope everyone knows that Miette was fostered before she was adopted, and her foster mom loved that little kitten so much and always hoped she’d gone to a good home. this tweet got so popular that she recognized Miette and reached out to her current mom, and was able to share previously unseen baby pictures

You mean, she saw Miette was kicked like the football and did nothing to help put Mother in jail for a thousand years? I am appalled.

her!!!

Baby Miette!!!

Babe wake up new Miette lore just dropped

IT’S MIETTE!!!!

IT MIETTE!!!!

Excellent use of free will

you don’t gotta tell me to boycott the Nintendo prices by not buying bc i don’t have the money to get them anyways

‘guys don’t spend 600-700 dollars on the new nintendo products to send a message’ im way ahead of you man

If I had that kind of money, I'd be spending it on a new pc and or a clothes dryer. Why spend that much money when I can play games I already own or buy games on steam for 20-40 bucks at the most. Or I could buy a new bed that doesn't hurt my back when I wake up. Or buy a fridge that doesn't require tape to stay shut. Or a stove that actually heats the correct amount. Or a dog. 600-700 dollars is probably enough for the adoption fees at my local shelters.

ghost stories are alarmingly easy to spread tbh

when I was like ten I was walking back from the chip shop near my gran's house with a neighbour and we took a short cut down an alley which was enclosed by garages except for one part which was wire fenced and led to the electricity shack

and while I was walking I chucked a chip over the fence. the girl walking with me, C, reasonably asks why I did that

"oh, don't you know?" I say, as if I'm not equally out of my own loop

she shakes her head. the enclosed alleyway has no streetlights. it's after dark. the shack is isolated in the distance.

"a little girl who lived up on the court climbed the fence once on a dare. she went up to the shack and touched it, but there was a wire sticking out, and when she touched it, she got electrocuted and died, right there. if you come back in the daylight, you can still see the black mark."

[editor's note: the court was the smaller road off the side of the crescent, which was the one C's family and my gran lived on. the houses there were slightly more expensive and newer, almost all occupied by wealthy commuters to the city, where most of the crescent houses were occupied by retirees and locals who worked on the trading estate. naturally, crescent kids hated the court. houses there got bricked about once a month.]

"no she didn't," C says

I made up this story for absolutely no reason and with no plan, but I'm not gonna back down now. "sure she did. and if you go past on your way back from the shops and you don't leave her an offering, she'll follow you home through the streetlights. one flickers behind you, then the next, then the next, until you get home. and then the lights start to flocked inside the house. even if you turn out all the electrics before bed, it'll be too late. she's inside. and you'll wake up on the night and see her, and she'll be so awful to see it'll stop your heart."

[editor's note: the streetlights always flickered. this was because our neighbour monkey george kept setting the junction boxes on fire]

"I never did before and she never followed me home!"

"do you come down the alley after dark? or do you take the main road with the streetlights?" I knew she didn't use the shortcut, because I'd been the one to talk her into it that night. she was three years younger than me and scared of the dark.

C claims not to believe me, but she throws a chip over the fence too, and walks the rest of the way looking over her shoulder. I get to pride myself for the night on being good at scary stories, and don't think much more about it.

fast forward six or seven years. I'm back in town. I'm on my way back from the chip shop, taking the same shortcut home. ahead of me on the road are a couple of kids I vaguely recognise as old playmates' younger siblings.

they stop, and I watch one fish out three sweeties from the pack they're sharing. they take one each and throw them over the fence. they carry on walking.

I realise that this is probably my fault, as are any resulting pest control issues around the old electricity shack.

when I get to the fence, I throw a chip over.

Yarrow loves to be up high.

and theres a dog on his head

Taking his dog for a walk

@chamomile-crow I have so many questions

For anyone who might be tempted to visit Steak 'n Shake in the near future, perhaps don't. I haven't seen anything about them in years, to be honest, but this happened across my fb feed and just... yuck.

Apparently they've swapped to frying their fries in beef tallow in order to support Robert Kennedy, and today they offered free fries to Tesla drivers, to entice Tesla drivers to come to their shops.

I don't really go to this restaurant, as there's none near me, but I sure as hell won't be going to one ever again now.

so obviously the MAGA shit is bad and super cringe but out of pure curiosity, is there a particular reason frying fries in beef tallow is actually bad??

It's less "beef tallow is bad" and more "licking Robert Kennedy's boot for the sake of sucking up to him/as a show of support for him/MAGA is bad" like to the point that their current slogan is "MAHA: make America healthy again." They're touting it as healthier than other oils, not because there's good evidence of this, but because Kennedy said so, and making a quite aggressive Big Deal about that aspect of it. They've also taken the stance of giving the middle finger to vegetarians, in a pretty hostile way according to the linked articles.

I love talking to kids about disability bc

1. they often just Get It, and

2. they have 0 concept of disability as a tragedy or something pitiable.

I've watched kids get into an argument with a teacher bc they thought wheelchairs were cool. I told a kid that I can't stand for too long sometimes and they replied, "That's okay, I can't do cartwheels sometimes, but I just do other stuff then. You can sit down with me if you want". Today a girl asked me what the headphones on a classmate's desk were for and I told her that headphones are important for some kids because noises bother them, and she said she wished she had headphones at home, because her baby brothers make a lot of noise and it makes it hard to think. The idea that different people could use tools at different times is intuitive and simple and when accessibility aids are explained neutrally, kids don't see them as bad or unfortunate, they're just things that are useful.

Even mental disability!! In Kindergarten the other day one of the kids asked me why his table partner got stickers when nobody else did. I started off by saying, "Well, when you do your work well, it feels good, right? That's your brain giving you a reward," and the kid just right away went, "Oh, and the stickers are like his reward?" YES! You are 5 and have a better grasp on ADHD than most adults! Kids blow me away every day.

This is about as unrelated as it gets, but I was once on a cooking competition show as background. I had a prep list, and while the contestants were front-stage, I was in the back of the shot, doing the prep list, looking chef-y, alongside some other BG. The prep list was double-duty, it was also making stuff for the contestants to use later, but our main job was just to make the kitchen look busier. I imagine that in most shots I was in, I was at best an out-of-focus blur behind the main shot. So at the beginning, the contestants are showing off their knife skills and making little fruit sculptures or whatever, IDGAF, and they were being interviewed at the same time. "What does cooking mean to you?" and that kind of stuff. I . . . was not supposed to be interviewed. I was BG. The interviewer apparently, did not know who was a contestant and who was BG, so they came over to me. And after all of these eloquent long-winded philosophy-and-dream guided answers, they come to me, and go "What is cooking?" And me, deep in focus on looking professional and getting the prep list done and not listening to the interviews, aware that I'm not supposed to talk or be talked to (I'm not paid for speaking lines!), but also aware I am the focus right now, but also aware that they will cut this out of the televised part and I can relax and shrug him off, but also suddenly aware there's still a live audience and I can't just shrug him off, but also confused because I didn't realize he was fishing for a deep philosophical answer: "Cooking is making food". Well. I got a laugh out of the live audience, and they must have decided to keep the line because my pay was upgraded from "SSE" (Special Skills Extra) rates to "Speaking" rates.

I love Cass but she's not really animal themed. Dick, on the other hand, has been Robin, Nightwing, and batman. He's a bird. Occasionally a bat. He 'flies' with his acrobatics. His parents were literally called the flying Graysons.

Do you think the rouges think there is a new Robin every time they change something about themselves because honestly the robins all look pretty similar so the only way to tell was in the style choices

They know Batman gets a new Robin occasionally but they don’t know when which leads to them thinking that Batman got a new sidekick after like a hair cut or a suit change

Riddler: oh I see Batman got a new Robin needed the newer version hm?

Tim drake got a hair cut: (gets punched when he pauses in confusion)

Tim in the midst of puberty and his voice got deeper: stop right there joker

Joker: ooh a new bird to kill how fun I should get my crow bar polished

Harley and ivy robing a bank just as Damian shows up

Harley: ok this is getting ridiculous we need to have a intervention for you batsy there is no way you can give your children enough emotional support and attention if you adopt a new one once a month

Damian who redesigned his suit: wha-

Batman pinching the bridge of his nose: same kid Harley

Ivy: are you sure about that

Harley: yea are ya sure you didn’t adopt one without realizing it batsy?

Batman glances at Damian unsure:

Damian: Father!