There May Possibly Be One Slightly Hinged Bat But Sadly He Is Usually Busy Dusting Wayne Manor

I actually can't survive without one on my wrist; I have one of those brains that lacks a time sense and it's the only way for me to get my brain to understand where I am in the day. The little numbers exist in a vacuum; they tell me nothing. Notches let me count how far I am from noon and midnight, two states of being my brain understands to exist separate from the nebulous reality of 'past' and 'future.' "It is 3 o'clock" said in a vacuum might as well be "it is Orange pm EST," but if I look at my watch I can see that it is three units of time roughly equal to three 20minute tvshow episodes past noon, halfway until the time designated for dinner, which is halfway to midnight from the time when the sun is directly overhead. This may possibly make me an outlier to the analogue/digital debate, but I do own a watch that has 24 hours as well so there's that.

i'm old enough to have been taught how to read analog clocks in elementary school. i was never good at it. i wore analog watches for years and didn't get much better at it even though i look at my watch several times an hour.

i don't understand why people get so pissed about newer generations ditching analog clocks. am i stupid? what would we be missing out on without them?

Knew the history, needed the lingo, passing it on :D

Yknow what I LOVE about the Star Trek fandom? It’s ANCIENT. I had a talk with a nice old lady at the old persons home that my great grandma is in and she noticed my Spock shirt and was like “oh I love that show I thought the premise was lovely” and you all know THE PREMISE is trekspeak for spirk and I was like “do you accept the premise because I do” and she looked at me with the eyes of someone who is reliving their otp moments and she said “the premise is all I wrote about, dear” and we just talked about spirk for a hella long time and I just love how age doesn’t matter in this fandom you can be ninety and still be the biggest spirk bitch ever how rad is that

normalize my 12th grade English teacher, who admitted that his favorite TV show was Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and when a male student suggested that it was because Buffy/Sarah Michelle Gellar was hot, wrinkled his face like he’d bitten into something rotten and dead, and said, “At my age (he was 53), there is nothing less sexy than a teenager. You’re all disgusting messes.” It was 1999, I was 17, and I’d grown up in conservative Christian schools and churches. In my life I’d heard heard dozens of sermons from male preachers and teachers and even some older students, whining about how hard it was to be a dude and not commit the sin of thinking sexual thoughts, and how they needed women to wear long skirts and cover their bodies to not objectify them

and my bitter, misanthropic, atheist Brit Lit teacher, who hated my class because he was obsessed with teaching Tom Sawyer but got stuck with Shakespeare and Jane Austen, was the first, and this day the last man I have ever heard articulate a rebuttal from the depths of his soul to the idea that it was normal for teenage girls to be desirable to middle aged men

The sheer incongruity of the last line never fails to make me snort.

There's a reason retellings of the Green Goblin's origin tend to skate over his exact reasoning for his aesthetic choices. The Lizard he ain't.

I do appreciate that they acknowledge Norman has no logical reason to become the Goblin. By being a millionaire he already commits more crimes than the Goblin could get away with in a lifetime! Amazing Spiderman 40

Luo Binghe is busy trying to build up his reputation when he hears a terrible rumor: Peak Lord Shen Qingqiu is dying and soon.

Luo Binghe panics because excuse you, Shizun can't die, certainly not yet and certainly not without Binghe! So he does some digging.

Poor Shizun has been poisoned yet again and is acting way too chill about it also yet again. The thing is, unlike Without-A-Cure, there is a clear timetable to save his life and he, for some unknown reason, is actively refusing it.

Well, Luo Binghe decides that saving Shizun's life might prove his righteousness and redeem his filthy blood in Shizun's eyes so he makes an excuse and flees Huan Hua Palace for Qing Jing Peak.

He is joyously accepted upon his return, to his own surprise, and practically thrown up the peak where he finds...

Two Shen Qingqius.

One, dressed sloppily, not even wearing a guan, too caught up in his own grief to leave the sword mound he constructed for Luo Binghe.

The other, as sharp as ever, perhaps even sharper, without flaw and without mercy.

Both accept him, with reluctance from one and pure relief from the other, and both refuse his aid.

This might be harder than Binghe thought.

Damn I needed this RN

This was a huge problem of mine when I started playing videogames XD

I could never be a protagonist because I'd just never move the plot along. "You have free reign of this castle, but don't go into this one area" Okie dokie. I mind my own business and hang out in the library. Queen of staying in my own lane. I'll never discover your magic curse.

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENIBUYFR5ZRYEYKUVUTIDERYAEEYKTUBGHKCYR

I did this to my players, actually. Got a custom printed and painted 3D model and everything. The fight with the mighty Honkdra saw not just a single ship, but an entire dock district go down in flames. Peace was never even a consideration.

Goose hydra. Peace will never be an option

When I was just a small girl this really solidified for me what real, healthy love should be. I idolized Holmes and reading that story absolutely drove home to me the difference between love and obsession. Amazing story, notable for the most bad*ss exchange in the series "You're too late, she is my wife!" "No, sir, she is your widow" *pulls gun*