Oh no. MAGA is mad that the NYT shared the names of DOGE staffers. Don’t share this! Would be a shame
Introducing Communities on Tumblr
Communities are public and private spaces you can create on Tumblr—for you, your people, and the things you love. Frogs! Daleks! K-pop! The possibilities are endless.
I can say with great certainty and absolute honesty that I did not know what love was until I knew what love was not.
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The moment Jason starts to feel more comfortable around the family to, at least, visit some events, Tim embraces the completely different dynamic from the one they had before. Now, he doesn't want them to banter around others. Now, he wants the others to envy him, because he plans to become Jason's favourite in the span of *checks his pre-planned strategy* two months.
Firstly, because he can't allow himself to not be loved by his big siblings (Dick and Cass adore him, there is no way he is going to break his successful record). Secondly, because being Jason's favourite would ruin, like, everyone's mood. Especially, Bruce's. And thirdly, because, urgh, fine, Jason is kinda smart and cool. (This line is crossed out several times, but it doesn't matter).
Jason, going through the gifts his family bought him unenthusiastically, because his family knows zero about what he actually wants to get as a gift, but at least they hadn't forgotten to invite him on Christmas party like the last year: Urgh, the book about controlling your anger... (his eye twitching) Right, thanks dad. The apron... Okay, thanks, Dick. The knife... Thoughtful one, Damian. Keychain from... Whatever, yeah, uh, thanks, guys.
Everyone: (hopeful eyes of absolute idiots)
Tim, coughing: You forgot to open my gift.
Jason: Oh, right, sec.
Jason: (ear-piercing scream) WOODEN TEA CADDY LEFT FROM JANE AUSTEN HERSELF????????
Tim, sending a smirk to his disappointed family members: Well, yeah, I've decided to go with a small gift this time. Just bought it from her house museum, in Chawton. You know.
Jason: (incoherent sounds of happiness)
Bruce, through his gritted teeth: Good job. Tim.
And Jason? Well, he is sure that this gremlin plans something, but he hops on any idea that will create more chaos in the family. So, he plays along.
Bruce: That's reckless. You don't go alone on the missions like this, Jason. You were supposed to, at least, warn someone before going there.
Jason: Uh, I literally did. My favourite brother knew.
Dick: No, I didn't?
Tim, from the coach: Yeah, I had his back. Don't worry, B.
Damian: ...Since when?
Jason: Since always, duh?
Tim: (little evil laughter)
Dick: Good. For you. Guys.
Tim: Hey, demon brat, tell B that I am out of patrols for today.
Damian: Why is that?
Tim: Oh, Jason taking me to the Gotham Knights' game.
Damian: And why did he bother invite only you?
Tim: Oh, I don't know, maybe because the last time you told him that all these sports suck.
Damian, fuming: Drake-
Steph, squinting: You said you don't like them either.
Tim: Well, I guess I changed my mind after Jason invited me. Anyway, bye, losers.
Damian: I shall put the end to his life!
Dick: OKAY, CALM DOWN-
(A few months later)
Jason, sitting on the rooftop with Tim: Anyway, what is the ending point of all this? Like, until when you keep pissing them off by hanging out with me?
Tim: Uh... Jason, there is no ending point. I like hanging out with you?
Jason, with his eyes wet, because he thought Tim wasted his time on him just for the sake of something: oH
and when you are young, they assume you know nothing ;
One thing that has made me a much more well-adjusted person is a clip I once saw of Hank Green saying that anyone can be in amazing shape as long as being in amazing shape is one of their top three priorities.
(This is obviously a generalization that isn't true for everyone. But it is true for most people and I'm proceeding from there.)
This "top three priorities" framing has genuinely reduced my tendency toward jealousy and self-comparison a lot. Now when I feel envious of someone’s spotless, aesthetic home, I think to myself, “Having a spotless, aesthetic home is probably one of their top three priorities. It’s definitely not one of mine, so I shouldn’t expect my home to look like that.”
Or when I see an influencer with a body that takes a ton of work to maintain: “Maintaining that body is obviously one of her top three priorities, because it’s her livelihood. My livelihood is my brain, so I’m never going to prioritize my body like that.”
It also helps me to identify areas that I actually DO want to prioritize more. I realized in recent years that my envy for my friends who prioritized writing more than I did was NOT going away, so I started to prioritize writing more. (Not top three, but higher priority than it has been in the past.)