This Has 100% Been Talked About Before But Younger Members Of The Lgbt Community (especially On Tumblr)

every person can feel freddie’s presence in their souls when they sing MAMAAAAAA UUHHHH, I DONT WANNA DIE, I SOMETIMES I WISH I’VE NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL with all the air in their lungs i’m not joking

“I live in the north of England, I’m used to freezing cold temperatures”

Oh honey.  That’s what the pilgrims said.  They mostly died.

reblog if you think sign language should be taught as a language in schools.

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Are you a “can’t write dialogue” writer or a “can’t describe anything” writer

Alya Césaire is brain dead.

Want to learn something new in 2022??

Absolute beginner adult ballet series (fabulous beginning teacher)

40 piano lessons for beginners (some of the best explanations for piano I’ve ever seen)

Excellent basic crochet video series

Basic knitting (probably the best how to knit video out there)

Pre-Free Figure Skate Levels A-D guides and practice activities (each video builds up with exercises to the actual moves!)

How to draw character faces video (very funny, surprisingly instructive?)

Another drawing character faces video

Literally my favorite art pose hack

Tutorial of how to make a whole ass Stardew Valley esque farming game in Gamemaker Studios 2??

Introduction to flying small aircrafts

French/Dutch/Fishtail braiding

Playing the guitar for beginners (well paced and excellent instructor)

Playing the violin for beginners (really good practical tips mixed in)

Color theory in digital art (not of the children’s hospital variety)

Retake classes you hated but now there’s zero stakes:

Calculus 1 (full semester class)

Learn basic statistics (free textbook)

Introduction to college physics (free textbook)

Introduction to accounting (free textbook)

Learn a language:

Ancient Greek

Latin

Spanish

German

Japanese (grammar guide) (for dummies)

French

Russian (pretty good cyrillic guide!)

The divine right of kings but it's a curse

I think at one point Ra’s was a good grandfather.

This is kinda approaching what I consider to be “my” canon, that being Ra’s slowly losing his mind due to his age and the losses he’s experienced.

I have this idea of Damian being like 6 and him finding a fledgling crow with a broken wing. He kinda just sits there and examines it for a while when Ra’s comes up behind him.

“What do you have?” He asks, groaning as he bends down beside Damian.

“I think he’s hurt, Grandfather.” Damian tells him.

Ra’s hums. Damian watches in awe as his Grandfather ignored the pecks as he gently maneuvered the bird to take a look.

“Oh, dear.” He tuts. “Looks like a broken wing, poor thing.” He places it down and stands. “Come along now, Damian.”

Damian hesitates, “Can we not help it?”

Ra’s picks up Damian. “Habibi. Life is full of tragedies. But the body of this crow will feed other scavengers, and those scavengers will feed the predators. That is the way of life, my dear.”

“But, he’s not dead yet.” Damian argues. And looks up at Ra’s with big puppy dog eyes.

Ra’s is a strong man, but not strong enough here.

So, he helps bring the crow inside. Ra’s carefully creates a splint for the crows wing and Damian helps Talia cut up some food and give the fledgling some water.

The bird heals and Damian cries when they have to release it. But smiles when the crow comes back to visit every couple of weeks or so.

As the years pass by, Ra’s begins to lose himself. He doesn’t notice it, but his loved ones do. No one is sure what the cause is. Perhaps it’s exposure to the pit. The brief madness one experiences after a dip might have a prolonged and permanent effect after so many uses. Or maybe the human brain is not designed to be alive for so long. It doesn’t matter in the end. Ra’s becomes cruel, unsympathetic, and short tempered.

Talia loses faith that the man before her is her Father when he raised a hand to Damian. Her Father would never. Her Father is lost.

Luckily she stopped him before he could hit her baby. She sends Damian to Bruce to keep him safe as she stages a coup. Talia was planning to anyways, it’s clear her son is not an assassin.

Idk, I don’t know if this makes sense. Just seeing a bunch of Al Ghul discourse on my dash and thought I’d add my two cents :3

Leadership Styles

Bruce: So, Damian. I here you've been training Lawton's daughter. I can imagine that working with a young protege can be difficult. I'm proud of you for putting in the effort.

Damian: It's actually not that hard. Zoe has been a very agreeable and cooperative student.

Bruce: Right.... But I'm sure it gets frustrating when she doesn't follow your orders.

Damian: She always follows my orders. I've found communication to be the key.

Bruce: I mean... Kids will be kids. I'm sure she's run off and done something stupid at some point...

Damian: Nope. Never.

Bruce: But-

Zoe: Hey, Damian! I'm ready to go on that mission.

Damian: Oh, you aren't going.

Zoe: What? Why?

Damian: Because you're not ready. You still have much more training to do before you go on a mission like this.

Bruce: *smirks smugly as he wait's for the argument to begin*

Damian: Also, I am emotionally compromised. I care for you deeply and am not ready to see you in the field yet. I would likely spend the whole mission worrying about your safety. I will attempt to work on this, because I do not wish to hold you back, but in the mean time I would appreciate if you stayed here where you're safe.

Zoe: Okay. I understand.... I love you too.

Damian: Thank you. I appreciate you being patient with me.

Zoe/Damian: *share a emotionally meaningful hug*

Bruce: ....

Bruce: What?

Damian: See? Communication. It's really not that hard.

Dick [tears in his eyes]: I taught him to do that.

Cinderella rewrite where Cinderella’s father is an unusually successful fisherman due to his secret friendships with the shy and mysterious mermaids, successful enough to attract a moderately wealthy and ambitious bride with two daughters. Once he dies, her stepmother, determined to make sure her daughters inherit the fishing business as dowries by marrying before Cinderella, forbids her from going out on the fishing boats or into town and makes sure she spends as much of her time as possible doing drudgework, hauling offal and cleaning fish. When the Prince’s ball comes around, an important occasion for young women to make good connections, the stepmother forbids her from going, telling her that she needs to get the latest salmon catch gutted and ready for sale instead.

Cinderella’s mermaid godmother calls upon her people to clean the fish and gifts her a dress and shoes of shimmering fish scales that wreathe her in rainbows under the moonlight. She makes an impression on the Prince at the ball so strong that he immediately falls in love with her, and when she’s forced to flee before her stepmother notices her (no masquerade mask or dancing rainbows will disguise her from her own family at close range), the Prince is left with only a delicate fish leather slipper left on the front steps to try to find her again.

He goes around the houses, seeking the owner of the slipper, but Cinderella is once again working in the fish sheds. He stepmother, desperate and determined and having found Cinderella’s other shoe that very morning, realises what has happened and takes a knife to the feet of her prettiest daughter, telling the prince that she suffered an injury that very morning but those are definitely her shoes, see, here’s the other one, and they still fit.

The daughter is pretty and witty and charming, and while the Prince doesn’t feel the same spark and instant sense of connection that he did at the party, he reasons that she’s overwhelmed and in pain and once she’s healed, all will be well. There are no birds to whisper of blood in the shoe – the Prince has seen the bandaged feet already – and the daughter slips on the shoes (the only shoes she has that will fit her, now,) and accompanies him to the palace.

But the stepmother is no doctor, and by the time the Prince gets her to the palace doctors, it’s too late – his beloved has contracted an infection in her feet from the shoe leather, made unclean in its travels. She will survive – it is an infection of a common filth of fish and birds, one that the doctors have potions for for the occasions where dangerously cooked food causes outbreaks – but in her raving, she confesses the whole scheme to the Prince who, furious, returns to the village to find the girl he truly fell in love with, the girl hidden from him.

“Oh, yeah, the fish cleaner,” the villagers shrug. “We don’t see her around very much, she’s probably in the sheds. Her family calls her Salmonella.”