Replacement Theory is still Replacement Theory when you invert the colors of the picture.
If you find yourself setting up a cork board and tying string between a bunch of different points to support the idea that a nefarious group of Jews is funding and/or pulling the strings of global conflict & oppression, call yourself whatever you like, you’re just an antisemitic conspiracy theorist. The substance of what you believe has significant overlap with Neo-Nazis and Alex Jones’ “Globalist” conspiracy theories.
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post season 3 where robin is terrified that she's gonna wake steve up when she goes to his house after a nightmare but he was already sat at the bottom of the stairs, blanket around his shoulders, waiting and hoping that she'd need to see him too
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How i envisioned Danny's ghost form/Phantom in my Danyal Al Ghul au (images at bottom of post). His ghost form has some pr heavy influence from the League, because I thought it'd be neat + to kinda show how even after four years, the League still had some kind of impact on who is he as a person. Plus some milder Robin influence in his boots and the cape (which i meant to be split down the middle to have some kind of 'bird wing' silhouette) as a way to indicate his lingering desire to meet his dad.
The pauldron lookin-thing on his upper chest is based off certain Danny Phantom designs I see that give him that white,,, marking,,, thing. I've been calling it the Jedi Chestplate because it reminds me of the clone wars Jedi armor. So like, slight homage to his hazmat suit.
(not pictured: his thermos and his sword)
behold! the judgmental lil shit (affectionate) himself
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God I was just watching Meta Runner s2 for the first time and I actually screamed at Theo going “All I see here is a Spletzer file, something called a WAH launcher, and a hundred photocopies of ducks.”
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soak, for micro story.
(Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase)
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"Oh, this is excellent." Shadowheart lets her pack fall from her back with a grateful, weary sigh and begins unloading her tent. "This will make for a nice camp for a change."
"A fine sanctuary indeed," Gale agrees brightly. "Perhaps a little heavy on the ambience, but what isn't, down here in the depths?"
Hector has to admit that as their Underdark camping spots have gone, this one is pretty comfortable. It's a wide, arching cavern set off a short distance from the myconid colony, which does give it an odd, fungal pungency but also a sense of general security. The walls are lined with an endless variety of phosphorescent mushrooms and lichens that cast a muted glow through the room reminiscent of moonlight. The floor is mostly soft, spongy dirt and very flat, good for tenting. And in one corner of the cavern, glimmering in the pale glow, is an underground spring, perhaps fifteen feet deep, its water so clear that Hector can see all the way to the bottom.
"Beautiful..." he murmurs.
"Oh, fuck yes. I call first dibs on a bath!" Karlach calls from behind him. "Look out, soldier!" He ducks to the side just in time as she charges past him. She's shucked her armor with incredible speed and, in only her underwear, barrels into a leap and does a cannonball straight into the pool, sending up a gout of steam and a spray of water in all directions.
Hector sputters as some of it splashes directly into his face. "Ack!"
"Sorry!" She surfaces, throwing her wet hair back out of her face and grinning up at him. "Couldn't resist."
He blushes involuntarily; the water's unnatural clarity means that he can still very easily see her whole body, and her underthings aren't leaving much to the imagination. He's almost certain she's aware of it, too; she lounges back casually to float on the surface of the water, hooking her hands behind her head and looking pleased with herself. As the pool soaks up the overwhelming heat from her engine, its surface begins to bubble and ripple into a slow boil.
Her eyes narrow teasingly at him. "Well, going to join me?" she asks playfully. "Free hot tub - just one of the many fine services I provide."
He clears his throat. "I... need to get my tent set up."
She pouts out her lower lip dramatically. "Fiiiiiine. Offer stands."
Hector turns away from the pond with more resolution than the action feels like it should take, and starts pulling his tent from his pack firmly. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches Shadowheart looking at him with distinct amusement. "What?"
"Oh, nothing. She really isn't subtle at all, is she?" Shadowheart's lips twitch. "And you have no idea what I'm talking about, I think."
"I... don't."
She laughs. "I thought not. Don't worry about it."
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