Dp x dc AU: the watchtower gives out very strictly limited passes for visitors. They don’t need the world knowing that their HQ is in space after all, but sometimes family needed to visit.

Batman was the one to install the day pass system back when Dick was Robin- he needed the excuse to send Dick home to Alfred after a certain amount of time has passed and it just stuck. Unless you were a full time member, day passes were the best you got. Engineers and other supportive staff that weren’t members weren’t afforded day passes however- but Jazz is determined to be the one exception.

Jazz Fenton has been a psychologist for the JL for a year now (she just had a very productive performance review, thank you very much) and it’s been killing her to not tell Danny her office is in space. They do weekly dinners that he portals in for, and he knows that she takes a Zeta tube to work, but he’s technically not allowed to know that her office is a satellite. So, she sets a meeting with the man who started the system in the first place.

Batman is hard to read for most but she’s been his therapist for a while now, and she can tell he’s at least considering her request. Dinah couldn’t speak more kindly on Jazz and she’s been an asset to the JL in many ways since she was hired. Jazz’ arguments aren’t preposterous either- she’s submitted all of his identification papers, his background check, his job description and all of his friends names. She assured him that Danny will be able to keep a secret but when pressed she doesn’t reveal if he has any of his own.

Turns out, months of back and forth and negotiations were going be basically worthless- the second Danny got his little wrist band day pass, made it up via the zeta tube and got presented the view of Earth from the observation deck: he immediately transformed. Like zero caution, just went ghost and hyper fixated on the stars.

“You could have mentioned your Brother being Phantom. He’s been an ally to us for a while.” Batman grumbles in the way that only his family and she can tell through his deadpan.

“Yeah, I just thought that would’ve been a second visit conversation.”

Context: Israel “allowed” aid in the forms of flour bags to be airdropped into Gaza, waited for hundreds to congregate, and then opened fire into the crowd of desperate, starving Palestinians. 150 Palestinians were killed. Hundreds more wounded. This is being called “The Flourbag Massacre”.

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Meanwhile, over on the other side…

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Colin canonically adores Pen. like. . .very obviously. He is one of very few characters who repeatedly compliments her, seeks out her company, checks in on how she is feeling, cares about her opinion. he listens to her in a way i can honestly say no other character does (and yes, I am counting Eloise in this). and Penelope canonically adores Colin. she ALSO listens to him, she also always wants to talk to him and cares about his thoughts and dreams like he does hers

so. . .someone please make it make sense why the polin fandom so badly wants Colin to grovel for her forgiveness when he has spent 2 entire seasons caring about Pen on main w/ full blown heart eyes and Penelope has spent 2 entire seasons seeing the very best in him and lighting up from within every time they're around each other?

what kind of vindictive, mean fanon nonsense Penelope have we created that would see a person who she cares for and who cares for her in turn begging her for ANYTHING and want that? especially when she is currently very much lying to him and will also have to, at one point or another, apologize?

polin is a mirror. that is their motif. that is the point of their romance, to see each other and to be seen, to reflect one another. i don't want to see Colin begging and I don't want to see Penelope begging but I, personally, am begging that we finally let this trope die

i got a silly (devastating) little job rejection email today and i've been crying on and off all day bc i've been at this for nearly a year. i have yet to land a single interview. and i'm only in this situation bc i was part of a mass layoff at my last job. and at this point, it's so hard not to take it personally. i feel stuck and frustrated and alone in this. and my brain keeps going 'failure!!!!'

but this evening when my littlest sister (who is 27, not like, little-little) got home from work, she came into my room and gave me a long-ass hug and let me cry while she rubbed my back. and i'm not really a physical touch love language kind of girlie, but it meant so much to me bc she and i have really... not meshed well under the same roof throughout the pandemic. we used to be much closer, but our relationship has shifted and taken the brunt of our disagreements. and idk, i guess i appreciate her showing she cares despite (more often than not) feeling like she doesn't.

I SHOULD SLEEP, YES. BUT,, CHISE FEELS IMMENSE COMPETITIVENESS... I must outdo everyone to get noticed. So people will remember me. At least on here,, maybe,,

I HATE discourse about makeup and plastic surgery. Like yes you all have very real feminist concerns and whatever but it’s my face, not yours, and if I want permanent eyeliner I will get it.

This has been eye opening for my real life contacts, like who is speaking up and sharing information and who won't stop fucking travel blogging for five minutes to say something, anything. I feel equally heartened by the many people I know who are fighting and equally disheartened by all the people I know who are intentionally looking the other way

No one:

hppjmxrgosg after every update of vertical limit:

THERE IS NO GRAMMAR MISTAKES IN BA SING SE

*there are no

the problem with having adhd music taste is that funky town x 0 AD and one x last christmas are NOT ON SPOTIFY

oh the struggle to not fiddle with my new piercing

i truly am a piercing fiddler

Thinking abt my dupes some more, and it's such a joy imagining them working together to try and invent new stuff for their needs with their limited resources, especially when it comes to the guys anywhere but the main colony where the only actual scientist lives lol

omg i found an old draft of a dice fic i started to write in 2017. it's very tempting because i miss mooyoung so much and this was supposed to be about one of his previous friend groups that he kills and swallows and you know, same old mooyoung

hey can u guys in the self shipping community be fucking normal maybe.

ik this is like "the cringe community" or whatevs but... yall can have some basic human decency cmon now

PR0SHIPPERS/C0MSHIPPERS HARD DNI