Just checking!
Been a while since I drew a furry comic based off of a tumblr post
the thing is that whenever someone says "pluto IS a planet" you don't know if they're actually a space fan who is prepared to love and cherish all the other bodies that would become planets if pluto was promoted again or the dumbest motherfucker on earth who thinks science should have stopped when they left 3rd grade
i have no argument as to why pluto should be a planet other than “it’s probably really sad that it isn’t a planet anymore” and i’ll stand by it god damn it
but pluto loves his new friends
My astronomy professor pointed out that Pluto went from being just another planet to being the model specimen and best known example of a whole new class of objects, and argued that that's a promotion not a demotion.
To me, Pluto is a planet for grammar reasons.
"Planet" is a noun, and "dwarf" is an adjective describing it. ("What kind of planet?" "A dwarf planet!") All dwarf planets are planets, but not all planets are dwarf planets.
Pluto is grammatically a planet.
Sadly the IAU, when defining the words "planet" and "dwarf planet", explicitly excluded that interpretation. Dwarf planets are not at all planets, according to the IAU. Having dwarf planets be a subcategory of planet was a proposed idea, and it was rejected.
I'm sorry, the IAU is trying to take on the entire adjective-noun relationship in the English language? In any language? Hold on, I must make popcorn for this epic fail.
Ask any schoolchild around the world about adjectives and offer planets and dwarf planets as examples, and they'll know what to do.
Pluto is a planet. The IAU cannot win against language itself. How amusing to even try.
pig
Ah yes, let me show you my normal person pets: a houseplant, a cat, a dog and a horse
Pluto is a planet because I for one, would not want to insult the god of the Underworld by implying he's lesser than his brothers Jupiter and Neptune.
Been playing Skyrim with the Gate to Sovngarde modpack (thank you Spiff for getting me hooked). It makes the game both insanely hard and insanely more satisfying. I am currently leading a posse of 6 humanoids, 2 dogs, a dwemer spiderbot, a bear and a cat. The cat has 4000 hp at Level 8 for some demented reason. I have 280 at level 46.
Danny has developed a neat new power after a tussle with Ghostwriter! And by neat I mean horrible.
Nobody can lie around him, including himself.
They become physically incapable of it.
Sam thinks his range is around 250ft. He can't turn it off. It's just a side-effect of his existence now.
In other news there has been fifty-seven divorces in Amity, thirty-one elopements, and seventy-six arrests for tax evasion.
He sneaks up to Vlad the next time he's giving a news conference, duh
Hypothetical scenario:
Someone is in danger/about to die. You are aware that they are about to die, and you know you have the means to save them. This is not a trolley problem; there is no consequence to saving them. For example:
- Someone else poisoned them. You have the antidote.
- They fell on the train tracks. They're unable to move off due to an injury but there's enough time for you to help them get away.
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dp x dc (dead tired/brain dead)
One of my favorite things in fiction is combining my favorite characters with some sort of occult or eldritch horrors or whatever and torturing them. Surprised it took this long for it to really click that with dpxdc that's Very Easy to do.
So picture little Tim, post Jason's death, coming to the realization that Batman needs his Robin back. That his hero is suffering and making others suffer and Tim is the only one that's paying attention, the only one that can do something about it. Nevermind that he's just a kid- he shoulders the responsibility without even blinking.
Except that instead of demanding the Bruce makes him Robin, he chooses to bring Batman's Robin back.
Tim using the resources provided by his wealth to research the occult, deals, summoning's. Tim painstakingly gathering the materials, searching for the best ways to make it safe, to make it work.
And when everything is ready and he goes through with it, trembling but steadfast with that stubborn determination that refuses to die, he summons the ghost king himself-
When all is said and done, Tim has lost rights to his own soul, unconscious on the floor, and Dark Pariah has revived Jason in his grave.
Except, being unconscious, Tim doesn't make it to check the grave before Jason has clawed his way out and be taken in by the league of assassins. Because yeah, Pariah Dark agreed to bring him back to life, but the deal didn't specify that he had to give him his full faculties back.
And after that, it follows canon- Tim becomes Robin, partially to save Batman, but also so he can more easily search for Jason. He doesn't tell anyone what he did- how is he supposed to explain that he sold his soul away for a boy he never met? And everyone knows Bruce isn't the fondest of this stuff being in Gotham. And then, when bonds and relationships are built, it becomes more that he knows how it would hurt them to know that he did that, to know that he doomed himself, to know that Jason was alive and he didn't tell them.
Except maybe all this with the added sting of the deal having changed something fundamentally in Tim. It made him uncanny, tainted his soul (not his, not anymore-) made him different. He moves a bit too quietly, heals a bit too quickly, handles pain a bit too readily. Maybe he's too pale and thin, even when he builds muscle and eats healthily. Maybe he can stay up for days on end, or when he gets mad his voice distorts, his eyes just barely tinge green.
Or maybe that's just the criminal's imagination acting up. its Gotham, after all.
And then his parents die.
And by the time the Red Hood shows up, Tim has all but given up, accepted that he sold himself off for nothing, only for the reveal to slap him in the face. And he's pissed. And he's hurt, and he's relieved and-
He's mostly traumatized because what the fuck Jason, you don't fit in that damn Robin suit anymore Jesus Christ.
Tim doesn't really know what to do, if he should tell anyone that he's the cause of this, because at this point he feels like explaining would be the equivalent of tearing an organ from his body.
And then Damian shows up. And then Bruce dies. And then Robin, the role he never really wanted but is now all that he really has gets taken from him, and he goes on his trip to prove Bruce is alive and save him, and really, he's too busy to think about how he sold his soul.
While all this is happening, Danny has taken over the throne of the ghost king, and is slowly working through all the legal bullshit he inherited and all the souls that he now apparently owns??? And while dealing with it all he eventually lands upon a contract made with a thirteen year old and really, that's just not fair, he'll have to look into it when he gets the chance.
So, after everything, when Tim finally gets the chance to settle down into his life again, he's down in the Batcave, working on a case late into the night, only for all the very expensive tech to start glitching, the air to get colder.
He, of course, turns around to see a boy. The boy is a bit taller than Tim, but thinner, more lanky. He floats in the air, snow white hair and glowing green eyes- the whole eye, pupil and sclera colored as well.
And Danny is terrifying and he is beautiful in that terror, uncannily sharp features and pale clear skin, a crown atop his head and a ring upon his finger. He's off putting in a way that defies explanation, in a way that makes shivers run down Tim's spine despite his years of experience, the sheer weight of his presence implying a being that's powerful beyond Tim's comprehension.
Danny, meanwhile, is just frowning at Tim, because-
"How the hell did Pariah manage to fuck up a simple deal? You have ectoplasm, dude. Have you died, before?"
Tim just blinks at him, because okay, the terrifying person that somehow got in the Batcave without setting off any sensors sounds like a teenage boy. Sure. Why not.
"What the hell is ectoplasm?"
Now that the quality of Duolingo has fallen (even more) due to AI and people are more willing to make the jump here are just some alternative apps and what languages they have:
"I just want an identical experience to DL"
Busuu (Languages: Spanish, Japanese, French, English, German, Dutch, Italian, Portuguese, Chinese, Polish, Turkish, Russian, Arabic, Korean)
"I want a good audio-based app"
Language Transfer (Languages: French, Swahili, Italian, Greek, German, Turkish, Arabic, Spanish, English for Spanish Speakers)
"I want a good audio-based app and money's no object"
Glossika (Also a lot of languages, but minority languages are free)
*anecdote: I borrowed my brother's Japanese Pimsleur CD as a kid and I still remember how to say the weather is nice over a decade later. You can find the CDs at libraries and "other" places I'm sure.
"I have a pretty neat library card"
Mango (Languages: So many and the endangered/Indigenous courses are free even if you don't have a library that has a partnership with Mango)
Transparent Language: (Languages: THE MOST! Also the one that has the widest variety of African languages! Perhaps the most diverse in ESL and learning a foreign language not in English)
"I want SRS flashcards and have an android"
AnkiDroid: (Theoretically all languages, pre-made decks can be found easily)
"I want SRS flashcards and I have an iphone"
AnkiApp: It's almost as good as AnkiDroid and free compared to the official Anki app for iphone
"I don't mind ads and just want to learn Korean"
"I want an app made for Mandarin that's BETTER than DL and has multiple languages to learn Mandarin in"
ChineseSkill (You can use their older version of the course for free)
"I don't like any of these apps you mentioned already, give me one more"
Bunpo: (Languages: Japanese, Spanish, French, German, Korean, and Mandarin)
Holidays with Pokémon - 【公式】PokéMinutos
them: why do you still hang out in r/batman?
me: *holds up this screenshot*
Lolo the Pallas's cat at the Novosibirsk Zoo is proudly showing off her seven fluffy cubs, and letting us watch them be kittens as well!!!!!!!!
Church steeple struck by lightning in Baltimore, MD on the morning of March 28th
Photo by Barbara Haddock Taylor of The Baltimore Sun
"Smell ya later losers, I'm out!"
In utter disbelief
"Wait, that's illegal!"
*things such as video game systems are not included in this poll
**your own, not a family/shared computer
reblog for reach/bigger sample size!!
Does a pocket calculator count? :3
King ordering a butch knight to bring back the femme princess who was taken by the evil wizard home only to find out she ran away to escape her father's tyranny to become the wizards apprentice and kill her father and end his rule...
The King is dead, long live the Queen!
Do gothamites know about the Waynes’ weird cat? Like I feel like with the fact that people go to their house for Gala’s there’s a big chance of at the very least rich socialites running into Snitches. Idk how you picture Danny but I can imagine him just pranking random rich people at a Gala held at Wayne manor.
Like at first the Waynes try to keep him in a certain part of the house but they look away for a literal second and he’s just, gone. Meanwhile elsewhere in the manor some poor unfortunate, unprepared soul is having an Encounter with a capital E while looking for the bathroom.
'News About The Waynes' New Demon Cat' has definitely showed up in the headlines more than once, what with Steph regularly terrorizing the local Cat Lovers Community. Those that arn't busy questioning Vicki Vales' sanity either think it's all a very alaborate (and weirdly specific joke), or they full heartedly belive it. Gotham's already weird, a demon cat or two is to be excepted at this point.
Pets arn't allowed at Galas, so very few people have actually seen Snitches in person. Though not for a lack of trying on Dannys' part.
The first ever Gala hosted with Snitches in the manor ended with at least half the guests needing therapy. And Bruce had to bribe the press into blaming it all on fear toxin. (Scarecrow was very confused by the sudden spike in notoriety but he wasn't complaining.) Now there is at least one person keeping an eye on Snitches at all times whenever there's a sosial gathering. Not that it helps. All you have to do is blink and the damn thing vanishes.
Witnessing a Wayne jogging out of the room, holding a partly hairless cat, is almost expected at this point.
Whoever Danny decides to terrorize is mostly random. Tripping people, walking through solid objects with only one witness, eating off of plates while invisible. Anything that will make them look suspiciously at their drinks and than discreetly pour the rest out into a vase or potted plant.
Old creeps on the other hand... as well as young creeps, nosy reporters, assholes, or just anyone who acts/looks a bit too much like Vlad don't leave the Gala unscathed. Bit in the ankle, clawed in the face, tumbled down the stairs, saw something unspeakable in the bathroom that wasn't just their own bland reflection, the list goes on.
People don't go looking for the bathrooms anymore. And on more than one occasion has someone brought a priest as their plus one. Some have even tried handing Bruce the business cards/phone numbers of exorcists or others within the occult who can help. In fact, Steph has started collecting them! It's Snitches victory wall! :D
Imagine wandering off from the party to find the bathroom, only to come face to face with this scraggly ass cat, sitting on a table. It maintains eye contact as it slowly and deliberately pushes an expensive ass vase off the edge.