Dick: …so Wilson and I-

Jason: SLADE WILSON and you?

Dick: What? No! Wilson from my police work.

Jason: It never bothers you that you’re on a first-name basis with fucking Deathstroke?

Dick: No? It’ll be confusing if I call Slade “Wilson”. Our MAILMAN is a Wilson. That weird red and black guy from another universe last month who wouldn’t stop talking about my butt is apparently a Wilson, too!

Jason: Just call him Deathstroke like we do to every other villains! You don’t see me calling them Oswald, Jonathan, Eddie, Harvey and Victor, do you?

Dick: You don’t understand, Jay. In Teen Titans, we do this-

Dick, grits his teeth: Slade…

Jason:

Jason: You’re no longer 15, grow out of it.

JEM: “Do you mean to say, mums, that you and dad were on bad terms when you went to school?”  DOCTOR BLTYHE: “Your mother thought she had a grudge against me, but I always wanted to be friends. However, that is all ancient history now. When did death come and look at you?”  ANNE: “Not my death. It was the shadow of your death I was thinking of... when everybody thought you were dying of typhoid. I thought I would die, too. And the night after I had heard you had taken a turn for the better... ah, that was the ‘wakefulness of joy’!”  DOCTOR BLYTHE: “It couldn’t have been anything to mine the night after I found you loved me!”  JEM, aside to Nan: “When dad and mums get to talking like that we find out a lot about their early days we never knew.”  SUSAN, who is making pies in the kitchen: “Isn’t it beautiful to see how they love each other? I can understand a good deal of that poem, old maid as I am!”

— ‘The Sixth Evening,’ The Blythes are Quoted, Lucy Maud Montgomery  

I was just revisiting this book, as I was getting ready for bed... and I remembered the first time that I read this chapter, how I had a good laugh over the notion that Jem and the Blythe kids didn’t know very much about their parents ‘early days,’ especially since their ‘early days’ stories are overall charming and amusing if nothing else... but it just now occurred to me, that there would be simply no way to tell this story to their kids without betraying two things. First, that Gilbert went and called Anne “carrots,” for all intents and purposes making proper fun of her hair, and second, that Anne was fragile and sensitive about her red hair and wished it were any different color.     These guys have 2.5 (.5 for Rilla, whose hair does change later) children with red hair. Of course it can’t be mentioned! The idea of sharing the same hair as your mother, only to come to understand that she hated her own hair? Or that your father was once known to tease her for that hair. Big oof! Which had me then realise as well, that Anne leaves off lamenting her hair to anyone expect Susan and Gilbert (always privately, too), in any book past Anne of the Island. I’m convinced it’s for these reasons.

Ser Criston Cole & the Dowager Queen. Don’t change my mind.

What kind of evil are you?

Then Let Me Be Evil

You never wanted to hurt anyone, but the world never gave you a choice. You did the best you could with what you had, but every innocent mistake you made was held against you when it counted, every crossroads led you down the wrong path no matter which way you went. No matter what you did, the odds were stacked against you. It wasn't fair, and you are sick and tired of being told what a monster you are for things out of your control. Well, fine. They want a monster? YOU'LL GIVE THEM A MONSTER!

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And to think. If Teft died in a bridge run before or after the trial by highstorm? Kaladin would be dead. If Teft did not still believe deep DEEP down the teachings of the Envisagers? Kaladin would be dead. If Teft got put into a different bridge crew? Kaladin would be dead. If Teft didn’t give him those spheres? If Teft was not slightly curious? If Teft initially joined a different army? If Teft did not leave things alone? KALADIN WOULD BE DEAD. Teft is probably one of the most important characters in the way of kings solidly for what he knows and he does not get nearly enough credit for it.

And this alone makes his death SO much harder.

anyway hot guys mix whipped cream with their espresso when they don’t have creamer

Six Sentence Sunday

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I was tagged last Sunday but now that I have an actual WIP you get the six sentences now :)

Then Mr. Johnson chose that moment to come in with his usual janitor cart, scowling when he looked at the amount of trash that had already piled up in the teacher’s lounge.

He looked over at Melissa and Barbara with that usual unreadable expression on his face, his lip curled downwards and his dark eyes hardened with experience and near constant annoyance, before he started taking out the trash, muttering to himself as he did so.

When he left, Barbara and Melissa shared a silent, knowing grin.

They loved messing with their younger coworkers, and hopefully this silly idea of Melissa’s would have some payoff. Or, even if it didn’t, it would at least be a funny idea.

Melissa usually dreaded all-staff events, but now she had something to look forward to.

Every day I wake up and my C-PTSD is like:

anyone have tips on how to beat al gore in tsot cause i am completely stuck…

What y’all call “narc” abuse, was done to me by a fellow Borderline. It’s emotional abuse through and through, not some form of abuse hyper specific to NPD. No, she was not a co-morbid narcissist. She was just a controlling bitch using me to give her some feeling of control over her life. This isn’t about narcissists, it’s about, frequently fellow trauma victims, turning their trauma back on us to secure a feeling of control and power. Don’t get it wrong.

sorry i cant hang out i forgot how to mimic human like behaviour

guys I just found the greatest video on the internet

Pros of hyperfixiation:

Happy!

Art ideas

Life is good

Cons of hyperfixiation:

I am going to blow up

All my art is of the same guy

If I don't think about this 24/7 I get violent

ADHD pro tip: Use psychological warfare on yourself.

For example, in order to do long tasks, like folding laundry, I put on the Mario Hat:

The main feature of the Mario hat is that my headset does not fit over it, so when The Bees™ try to put me back in front of the screen, the headset issue forces me to remember why I put the Mario hat on, and back to the task I go

As a bonus, the Mario hat is also a very clear indicator to my housemates that business is getting done, and they have learned not to distract me when I'm wearing the "goofy-ass cosplay hat"

It's not stupid if it works.

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

ADHD at night: I could write a book. I could get my Master’s Degree. I could go to the club and come home with 12 new friends. I could get a job at that club and meet the mother of my children. I could cure every disease and use my wealth to bring world peace.

ADHD during the day: Fold laundry too hard :( Come back next week