This is where all my Time goes . . .

'the ultimate computer' aka uncannily precise vision of the future in which starfleet wants to replace jim with ai but spock and bones are not having it

I am going feral at all the times ai is being a menace in this show and how accurate it is to the bs present we're living in

Following the author of The Last Unicorn on Facebook is the only thing that makes being on that site worthwhile.

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I met him very briefly but even in just a few minutes you could just tell. You would not BELIEVE the vibes of kindness coming off him. He's so incredible. He signed some unicorn art I did while waiting to see the movie and I really need to get it framed.

can't believe people will see bruce in dc superhero girls and still ship him with catwoman... at this point ur joking. he's gay

last pic is a fanart by quic!!! but actually is canon i don't make the rules

Twink ass mf I see ur snatched waist gay ass mf

I’ll never quite get over just how integrated kids are into daily Jedi life and the implications of that.

Dooku’s Temple "job" for years seems to have been “teaching lightsaber preschool.” Sifo-Dyas, the guy with the scary doom visions? Oh yeah, they have him working with infants, bringing babies to the Temple as a Seeker. Jocasta Nu is constantly depicted interacting with the younger generation of Jedi, teaching, helping, or mentoring. In TCW, she knows all the Padawans on sight. 

There’s just something really ordinary and charming to me about this. Sure, Dooku is a terrifying 2m of spider limbs in a robe, but he’s still going down on one sinister knee to check out the little crying kid who got a finger crunched by one of those wooden training swords. How many of the TCW-era Jedi were once babies who played with Sifo-Dyas’s hair loopies or cuddled on his chest as he pointed his T-6 back toward the Temple after another successful Seeking mission? (Space is, after all, cold. 🥺) You just know Jocasta is in very reluctant possession of knowledge of every single teen Padawan drama, crush, or breakup. She tries to stay out of it, but she’s broken up fights and pulled particulars into her office for tea and a gentle lecture on the inherent self-destructiveness of gossip. 

And these are not “just some” Jedi - they are all combat trained, politically important, at the top of their rank and even each sit on the Council at some point in their lives. The Jedi Order really went “super powerful space wizards with laser swords, yeah, but they should also all definitely know how to change a diaper." 

First day of Master Dooku’s lightsaber class, probably:

Oh so he’s doing eugenics now

elon musk reinvents the lobotomy

Babe wake up, lobotomy 2 just dropped

Give me a gun and Autism will solve Elon Musk

Tim: Bruce would be disappointed in me if I killed the Joker.

Tim: But Jason and Dick? They'd buy me an ice cream.

Tim, at breakfast one morning: *slides picture across table to Jason*

Jason, confused: *looks down at picture*

The picture is of the Joker, impaled through the heart with a metal spike, the amount of blood on the ground making it obvious that he's dead, and Tim, wearing sunglasses and a hoodie over the Red Robin suit, making a peace sign with one hand and taking a selfie with the other.

Jason: *grins*

Jason: *passes picture to Dick*

Dick: *smiles, passes it to Steph*

The picture is passed around to everyone but Bruce, who stares at his children with growing confusion, until it finally reaches Cass, who passes it to Alfred.

Alfred: *puts hand over mouth, smiling, happy tears in his eyes*

Alfred: *whispers something to Tim, who smiles back*

Everyone else: *beaming*

Bruce: What's going on?

Alfred: Nothing of concern Master Bruce. More tea?

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The Gotham Police label it an 'accident' after about 5 minutes of investigation. The entire city celebrates. Bruce suspects, but never figures it out. Jason does little nice things for Tim every once in a while, as a thank you. Damian's respect for him has grown significantly. Dick and Jason both high-five Barbara next time they see her, because there's no chance she didn't help.

Bruce, to the son he thought would be the least likely to mudrer the Joker: Tim, do you have any idea who killed him?

Tim:

as a friend said to this description of Corporal Nobby Nobbs,

"i want to be an open book that’s banned in some countries

peak gender"

— Vincent Van Gogh

- Vincent van Gogh

I don’t know if I’m yet fully here, but something to think about.

i really can’t stress enough how much i recommend regularly engaging with older art– movies, books, whatever. like, “Those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it” and all that, but also, there’s just something really fascinating and kind of beautiful about reading something written by someone who lived so long ago and really connecting with it, recognizing the humanity of people who once seemed like abstract concepts to you

I started reading The Tale of Genji during the pandemic, figuring I might as well improve my mind during lockdown. It’s considered the oldest novel on record, possibly the first one ever written. Early in the book, there’s an incident where the main character has a crush on a girl, so he tries to sneak into her family’s property to get close to her, and along the way he runs into this ancient old grandma who can’t half see and who mistakes him for one of her grandkids. So she’s standing there going on and on about her digestive difficulties and whatever, and he can’t speak up because if she hears his voice she’ll know he’s not who she thinks he is, so he’s just having to stand there and nod and hope she’ll go away soon. And I’m reading all this and thinking that with a couple of adjustments this could be a modern day sitcom, and it made me happy to think that a thousand years ago someone was laughing at the same sort of stuff we laugh at today.

i read dickens’ great expectations in little fifteen minute installments on my breaks at work, sitting there dirty and tired and sweaty in a hot factory, and it made me think about how a hundred and sixty years ago there were probably tired guys in hot factories reading the story the exact same way, bit by bit, at their stupid jobs they couldn’t afford to quit and were damn lucky even to have, and they too were glad to read the next chapter of mr dicken’s latest weird little story about weird little people

in reading War and Peace I’ve discovered that “doing math homework at the dining room table with your angry dad” has been a common terror since the 1800s

i remember reading tom sawyer, specially the part where he gets chastized erroneusly for dropping the sugar and he just spends minutes sitting in silence sulking and fantasizing about how sad everyone would be if he died and reveling in the self pity of how lonely and misunderstood he is and as a teenager who did exactly that with my 14 years of age i was shocked that an adult in the 1800’s had managed to capture that so well

Remember all those memes about “what if we just pretend 2016/2020/etc never happened and never mention it again”? In 2004 BC, a refugee from Ur looked back on the past year and wrote: "May this year not be placed in the reckoning of years! May its number be taken down from its peg in Enlil’s temple, and may its name be unspoken, to far off days, to other days, and to the end of time.“

There’s another heartbreaking one from the same period in which a woman mourning her son’s murder specifically grieves for “my son who will never bring wedding gifts to his father-in-law’s house, my son who will never bounce a child on his knees.”

And some time between 2200 and 1900 BCE, a refugee from the destroyed city of Isin (now in South-Central Iraq) wrote this:

“This is my house, where good food is not eaten (not anymore). This is my house, where good drink is not drunk (not anymore). My house, where good seats are not sat in (not anymore) My house, where good beds are not laid in (not anymore)… My house, where no happy husband dwells with me, My house, where no sweet child dwells with me. My house, through whose doors, I, though jts mistress, never grandly pass- Never grandly pass, the doors of this house, In which I dwell no more. I- let me go into my old house, let me go in, Let me lie down, let me lie down! Let me go into my storehouse, oh let me in Let me lie down, let me lie down there, I- Let me lie down to sleep in my own house, It was sweet sleep I had there. Let me lie down in my house, let me lie down there in my bed, It was a good bed. I- Let me sit down on my own chair- It was a good chair.”

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