Let me tell you, there’s a queer club night in the UK called Gal Pals that caters exclusively to queer women and NBs and only plays music by women and when It’s Raining Men came on last time you’d have thought the crowd was full of middle aged housewives. A banger is a banger is a banger, you just gotta let the music go innit
Bruce, shaking his head: If I sign this, you’re going to have to learn how to forge my signature. If you sign it from the start, you’ll be able to sign whatever you want and they’ll never know.
Ok. But. Imagine Dick had that idea. He signed every single thing for school himself.
Then he left and Jason got adopted. Dick didn’t want any of the teachers to catch on when “Bruce’s” signature suddenly changes. (Because Dick was like 8, so he didn’t copy Bruce’s signature at all, just signed his name a particular way and stuck with it because changing it would cause issues and it was still working) So Dick goes to Jason and tells him all about it… and proceeds to sign everything for Jason with Bruce’s name too. Eventually teaching him to forge it himself etc. (But it’s still that fake-ass signature that Dick came up with at 8)
And then comes Tim. Who doesn’t want to bother Bruce anyway so when Dick offers to teach him the signature? He’s delighted.
Finally. Damian. Dick is his guardian. So Dick signs. (His own name.) And with all the Bruce is dead/battle for the cowl/Bruce is alive-drama going on he honestly… just kinda forgets about the signature.
Until. Damian mentions in passing that Bruce signed the field trip permission slip he turned in.
All the blood leaves Dick’s face. A ruse they kept going for almost twenty goddamn years. Ruined. And they’re about to be caught. Because his Bruce signature? Pretty damn far from the original.
Bruce gets called by the school. He gets toled Damian tried to forge his signature. He’s confused. He did sign that. But he decides to investigate first. Bruce asks the teacher if he can see some samples of the different signatures.
At the school Bruce realises what a dumbass he is never having questioned that he didn’t need to sign anything for any of his kids.
He tells the teacher he’ll talk to Damian, but he still has permission to go on the field trip.
At home…. Bruce tries to learn his own fake signature.
No offense but the internet gives you the most wrong and fucked up idea of helping people because people get mad if you don’t care about disasters happening in 72 countries, meanwhile the people in real life that are doing the most good picked one VERY SPECIFIC thing to care about and care about it REALLY HARD
Walks up to a guy working on restoring a native tree species to his downtown “why aren’t you posting about grasses in Turkmenistan!”
The internet has taken a whole generation of bright, motivated, passionate young people who care and have big hearts and turned them into paralyzed, shattered wrecks too crushed by the weight of the world’s pain to hand a pair of socks to a person in need
Idle reminder that cyberstalking is bad and that if you’re following someone across social media for weeks or months to gather “evidence” to prove that they’re bad, then you should probably consider whether you’re actually the good guy in that situation.
Go do literally anything else. Dig a garden bed. Learn how to embroider. Play a video game. Just stop fucking stalking people online to buff up your callout post so that you feel better about trying to dox someone over fandom drama.
my tumblr dashboard hasn’t gotten the updated UI yet so hearing more and more people I follow gradually post about the nightmare they’re currently living just feels like I’m in the first fifteen minutes of a horror series where Troubling News Stories are starting to crop up on the radio and on blurry background TV sets
Standing at the top of the stair well wearing my bunk mates clothes to scare him at the abandoned factory sleepover after our scary “Clone vat” movie watch party but I forgot he put a curse on his clothing to act like puppies when ever they see him so they rip themselves off my body and bound down the stairs to greet him and start barking and im just naked at the top of the stairs and afraiud and embarased and but instead of being angry he steps up to me and stwrts to. .. …. we start kissinf
Jesus Christ returning from the dead: “You know what’s weird? Drunk driving gets you into Valhalla. It’s a huge problem tbh, they’re trying to fix it.”
Gravity legally cannot hurt you if you scream “NO GODS NO MASTERS” immediately before impact
I’m so fucking tired of this bicycle helmet discourse. Bike helmets aren’t going to do shit to protect you if you get hit by a car
Most of the time… Bike accidents…. Involve things…. Other than cars…… like the ground….also it’s safety gear….. Wearing it is non negotiable…. You are one accident away from being permanently disabled….. You need to protect your brain
Not towards OP
Is OSHA and other safety regulations also cop behavior?
*sigh* The belief that OSHA and other safety regulations are cop behavior are common opinions that people have, anarchist or not. Wearing PPE is annoying and often uncomfortable, sweaty, and cumbersome. People also generally hate being told to be careful, because they believe that “be careful” is synonymous with “hey, you’re too stupid to do that without hurting yourself”.
But all it takes is one time for you to slip up and suddenly the grinder disk that would have gotten stuck in your safety glasses is in your eye, or you’re getting treated for lung cancer because you didn’t want to wear your respirator while you welded. These are decisions that you were free to make, but might seriously regret later on.
People will scream until they’re blue in the face about how oppressive it is to have to wear a safety vest and hard hat on a construction site, but do you really think that the hammer that slipped out of your buddy’s hand is going to take that into consideration when it collides with your skull?
No political theory will save you from an accident. You can either wear your PPE, or can die, unexpectedly, painfully, and slowly. The choice is yours. Go argue with a lathe if you feel so strongly about it.
