Gothams Goons Can Tell You With Confidence Which Antibiotics Are Best For Human Bites.

Gotham’s goons can tell you with confidence which antibiotics are best for human bites.

Okay so wait you guys all know that thing that teachers or parents do were they forget that they don't have to speak in like a baby voice all the time and accidentally interact with grown adults in the same manner they do with a child right? Okay so imagine that- but with Batman and the Justice League

Like-

Hal and Barry are arguing and suddenly Batman goes, “boys, thats not very nice is it?” in like a kid voice

Or Oliver is complaining about getting patched up after a fight and Batman chides, “You take the hit you gotta take the stitch baby,” 

Or Clark is mumbling something and Bats goes, “Speak up sweetheart, lets use our speech properly yeah?”

Or Diana accidentally punches a man in the face when hes already down. Batman tsks, “Come on darling, what did we talk about? One hit only.”

Or Oliver is leaving for a mission and Dinah kisses him goodbye and then he walks away, only for Batman to go, “Say bye bye!” 

AGDJFDYSGUKSRHGBDF

Just please imagine their faces for me.

And Batman grimaces lightly afterwards every time and just leaves and the League is flabbergasted

something absolutely lovely about especially the first half of fellowship is that the hobbits keep meeting random kind helpful strangers - the elves, bombadil, butterbur, aragorn (also farmer maggot and his wife, though they're not strangers) - until the book solidifies in you the feeling that these are not really instances of random luck, but rather the inherent nature of the world. kind people are everywhere, and no matter where you are, there is surely someone closer than you think that would offer help if you needed it. it's such a beautiful theme across all of LOTR, and it's very sweet to me that it starts from the very beginning of the journey, on such a 'small' (comparatively), everyday scale

"Read Banned Books" a new full page cartoon essay published in The New York Times Arts & Leisure section today.

About your post the other day. Bruce thinking of a broken back as "annoying" because he can file away his horrific injuries as plain records of facts. Sometimes he accidentally distresses his loved ones about something he's totally minimized. He's comforted that his kids aren't used to forcing themselves to walk on broken bones, sleeping in the snow with infected stab wounds. When they're hurt, they get care. When they fall, there is a net to catch them. They've endured so much, but most of them grew up in a kinder, more supportive environment. If nothing else, the ones forced into training from birth were treated as valuable, every injury carefully tended so they'd always perform with full physical ability. They can't imagine their fingers not responding enough to form a fist, or crawling into a muddy ditch to rest through the night.

Then there is Jason. Instead of horror, Jason has understanding. He reacts to Bruce's old injuries like they two of them share an inside joke, or his gaze goes distant and he changes the subject. Fractured skull, limbs swollen with compartment syndrome, ruptured kidneys, shattered ribs. Sleeping on the streets. Bones healing misaligned, cold seeping into pins and screws. Bruce thinks of carefully putting bandaids on little hands, how those hands carefully turned the pages in his books, how in the end every bone in those hands was crushed. Ever since, when Bruce is injured, he thinks of Jason's autopsy report, his thoughts are a spiral of "This pain is what he felt. This is what he felt. This is what he—"

Outwardly Bruce looks fine. Inwardly he's spiralling about being a worthless failure who never deserved the honor of being called a parent. At this point, Bruce gets pulled out of his head by Dick desperately asking for help on a case that he he already knows how to solve, or Cass tackling him at her full velocity and using him as a pommel horse for a gymastics routine, or Jason showing the younger kids that Bruce can identify which Gotham water bodies you fell into in the last six weeks if you stick your boot under his nose.

"the only person who comes closest to understanding what Jason went through is Bruce" and "Bruce is the last person Jason wants to see most days" are two, beautifully conflicting facts. How much of Jason's distance from Bruce is a desire to not be known, to be perceived? and yet, by putting that space between them, he deprives himself of someone who understands that kind of trauma and has made it out to the other side. and I think a part of Jason knows that Bruce should've died by now, could have died, and has come so damn close with some injuries and torture that the line isn't even definitive. and yet. and yet...

Vulcan teen on Vulcan [tiktok] saying "I have just lost track of my father in the grocery store." The camera turns to show the viewers the grocery store in which almost every single older middle-aged man has a bowlcut and long robes. Camera turns back to show the teen's face which is expressionless and yet communicates all it needs to.