I don't know who needs to hear this but you do not need to waste space in your sharps container for trash OR the syringe - just the needles. Cap the needles and pop those bad boys off the body of the syringe and make your sharps container last about 3 times as long.
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In my opinion, Bruce should be above average height or at least average. But since he surrounds himself with demi-gods, aliens, meta humans, etc, he's just dwarfed next to them. Like maybe about 6'1 or 6'2, but that's NOTHING compared to Diana '7'3 feet tall' Prince. Or Clark '6'9' Kent.
All the tabloids claim he has to be at least 5 feet tall because the only photos they can get of him are when he's next to his giant ass friends.
It is also my personal headcannon that all the robins stay shorter than him, except Jason, who should be at least 4 inches taller.
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before you know about women, you hear that you do not need to love the man, just that you need to love him through his manhood. which is to say you have seen the future painted in lamb's blood over your eyes - how your mother shoots you a look about your father's inability to cook right. how your aunt holds her wineglass and says i'm gonna kill em. men, right! how your best friend bickers with her boyfriend, how she says i can't help it. i come back to him.
you learn: men are gonna cheat. men aren't going to listen when you're talking, because you're nagging. men think emotions are stupid. they think your life is vapid and your hobbies are embarrassing. men will slam things, but that's because men are allowed to be angry. if you get loud, you're hysterical. if a man gets loud - well, men are animals, men are dogs, men can't control their hands or their eyes or their bodies. they're going to make a snide comment about you in the locker room, about your body, about how you're so fucking annoying. you're going to give him kids, and he will give you the money for the kids, and you're going to be running the house 24/7 - but he gets to relax after a long day, because his job is stressful. the man is on stage, and is a comedian, and says "women!"
and you are supposed to love that. you are supposed to love men through how horrible they are to you - because that's what women do. that's what good women do. wife material. your father even told you once - it'll make sense when you're older. it was like staring down a very lonely tunnel.
it feels like something's caught in your throat, but it's all you know, so. it's okay that you see sex as a necessary tool, a sort of okay-enough ritual to keep him happy, even though he doesn't seem to care about happiness as-applied-to you. it is relationship upkeep. it is kissing him and smiling even though he didn't brush his teeth. it is getting on your knees and looking up and holding back a sigh because he barely holds you as you panic through the night. it's not like the sex is bad and you do like feeling wanted. and besides! he's a man! like... they're another species. you'll never be able to actually communicate, right. he isn't listening.
you just don't get it. you don't feel that sense of i'm gonna climb him like a tree. mostly it just feels fucking exhausting. you play the part perfectly. you smile and nod and are "effortlessly" charming. and it's fine! it's alright! you even love him, if you're looking. you could have good life, and a good family, and perfectly happy.
in the late night you google: am i broken. you google i'm not attracted to my husband. you google i get turned on by books but not by him. you google how to get better in bed.
the first time he yells at you, it almost feels like blankness. like - of course this is happening. this is always how it was going to end up. men get angry, and they yell, and you sit there in silence.
you mention it to your friend - just the once - while you're drunk. she shrugs and says it's like that with me too, i just try to forget and move on. men are always gonna hear what they want to. pick your battles and say sorry even though he's in the wrong. you play solitaire online for a month. you go to your therapist appointment and preach about how you're both so in love.
after all, you have a future to want. nobody lied about it - how many instagram posts say marriage is hard. say real love takes work. say we fight like cats and dogs but the best part is that we always make up. how many of your friends say happy anniversary to the best and worst thing to ever happen to me. if you really loved him - loved yourself too - you'd accept that men are just different from you.
the first time she kisses you, it's on a dare at a party. something large and terrifying whips through your body. you wake up sweating from dreams where her mouth is encrusted with pearls and you pick them off one by one with your teeth. fuck. you sit at the computer and your almost-finished game of sim city. you think about your potential perfect life and your potential future family. you google am i gay quiz with your little hands shaking.
you delete each letter slowly. you don't need to love him. you just need to keep going.
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you need to actually make the things you come up with i'm so serious. Not even for some nice reason like 'everything you make has value'--no! Some things people make are genuinely very bad, by many standards! It's just that this only matters when you make your work public, otherwise it's just you and the joy of creation.
But anyway here's the thing about your creations. You can only accurately judge and change them once you've done everything you can at that moment and they're actual things that exist separately, outside yourself, outside the abstraction of your thoughts. where you can step away and look at them again after a while, or from a distance. Maybe you'll only see the flaw weeks after. Sometimes it will be fixable, sometimes it will change it, sometimes it will only give you an idea of what you don't want, and how to start over-- which is also a good thing!
Absolutely none of that will happen to ideas safely remaining inside your head.
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Link Click single "Prometheus" Fan Translation
translation under cut!
让黑夜吞噬最后一点光
Let night swallow the last bit of light
就当是一场梦
Pretend this is all a dream
如果无法挣脱索性就让一切都失控吧
If I can't escape, then let everything go out of control
尝尝我的痛
If you have a taste of my pain
或许才会明白哭到失声根本没有用吧
Maybe you'll understand that there is no point to crying
倒数着三二一零
Count down, three two one zero
卖弄可笑的六欲七情
You're still playing up your laughable emotions and desires
这世界已经天翻地覆
This world has already been turned upside down
不如和我一起跳到深渊感受这失重吧
Why don't you jump into the abyss to feel this weightlessness with me
叫他们的幻想蒸发
Let their dreams evaporate
像是面无表情撕碎玩具那般从容
As simple as coldly tearing apart a stuffed toy
谁叫他们学不会听话
It's their fault they keep falling into my hands again and again
还是一次又一次地落入我的手中
Because they can't learn to stay in line
早听腻了烦人的叽叽喳喳
I've long grown tired of this annoying chattering
用绝望在墙上染个碎花
Use despair to paint a splatter on the wall
请他们永远永远闭上嘴吧
Invite them to never, never speak again
[(LTX:) piano solo]
隐秘的血色的黑夜童话
The hidden, blood-soaked midnight fairytale
刹那间将所有光芒抹杀
Smothers all light in an instant
偷走那神的火把
Steal the torch of the gods
坠落下万丈悬崖
Fall down the bottomless abyss
没有归处的人等待世界崩塌
The ones with no home await the world's collapse
(最后的 狂欢吧
(The final carnival
最后的 狂欢吧)
The final carnival)
偷走那神的火把
Steal the torch of the gods
坠落下万丈悬崖
Fall down the bottomless abyss
没有归处的人啊
The ones with no home
静静沉睡吧
Sleep peacefully now
暂时藏起了利爪和鳞片
I'll conceal my claws and scales for now
魔鬼躲进她黑白的琴键
The demon hides in her black and white keys
收起你那套因果循环
Keep your talk of causality and repetition to yourself
我会遭报应吗?反正还没应验
Will I receive retribution? We don't know that yet
都是我的消耗品
(LX:) They're all expendables to me
被我牵着鼻子走还抓不着要领
I'm dragging you along by the nose and you still can't figure it out
一个 两个 三个 四个
(LX:) one, two, three, four
心跳加速只是我的白噪音
The sound of a racing heart is just white noise to me
撬开一层层的保险
Prying away the layers of safeguards
像茶余饭后的消遣
Just to pass the time after a fine meal
对黑夜缺了点敬畏
You people who get hurt needlessly
白白受伤的人
Because you lack respect for the night
看着我千万别眨眼
When you look at me, never blink
下一秒骇人的画面
Lest you miss the scenes of carnage
命运她由我来加减
I am the one who will alter fate herself
我是那灭灯的神
I am the god that extinguishes the light
隐秘的血色的黑夜童话
The hidden, blood-soaked midnight fairytale
刹那间将所有光芒抹杀
Smothers all light in an instant
偷走那神的火把
Steal the torch of the gods
坠落下万丈悬崖
Fall down the bottomless abyss
没有归处的人等待世界崩塌
The ones with no home await the world's collapse
没有归处的人啊
The ones with no home
静静沉睡吧
Sleep peacefully now
(bonus: my translation of 321!)
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