Pray For Those Who Hate You

Does- does Biden know how big of a mistake he just made?

He has refused to register to run in New Hampshire and suggested that we have the first-to-vote privilege taken away, which to us is akin to saying that he thinks we're unimportant. He said he wants to take away the ONE thing about us that actually matters to the other 49. Does he REALLY expect to get elected now? You don't get elected without the support of New Hampshire. Everyone knows that. He's not getting a second term.

Dayton Daily News, Ohio, June 3, 1926

Riker clock.

Bat Family is Multilingual

While that seems like an obvious observation, not enough people talk about it, either on this site on anywhere else. But yeah, the Bats are a polyglot household. And for those that grew up speaking more than one language, we all know the mayhem that brings.

You know the "spanglish" and "portenglish" that we create? It's on another level at the Wayne residence. Conversations switch languages every sentence, for their dialect of gibberish to anyone outside of it.

For example, the conversation goes: English -> Spanish -> Swahili -> Aramaic -> Mandarin -> Portuguese -> Patuá (Macanese Patois) -> Romani -> Navajo -> Kryptonian -> Coptic -> Arabic -> Doric Greek (Greek from Sparta) -> Griko (Greek dialect in Italy) -> Cherokee -> Vietnamese -> Nahuatl -> Hebrew -> Back to English

Also, they switch languages depending on what they're cooking and proceed to shout it across the kitchen. The loudest The Latin ones and Arabic.

Even sign language is multilingual. The family has their version of it (created by Cass, which uses more body language and movements that show things and feelings instead of words), but they switch between American, British, French, New Zealand, Irish, Brazilian, Maritime, Hong Kong, Inuit, Ka'apor, and even Plains Indian SL on the daily basis. It's so varied that for an outsider, it just looks like their gesturing half the time.

And honestly, I think it all started with an angry Bruce learning French and German from Alfred.

You know what I think is really cool about language (English in this case)? It’s the way you can express “I don’t know” without opening your mouth. All you have to do is hum a low note, a high note, then another lower note. The same goes for yes and no. Does anyone know what this is called?

Reblog to hug prev poster (they need a hug)

Clumsy Clark Kent, pt. 3

"Lauren Lawrence," Clark said, placing down the folder on the desk in front of Perry White, editor in chief of the Daily Planet. "Our way in," finished Lois Lane. She and Jimmy were standing, arms crossed, just behind Clark in Perry's office.

He smiled. "Impressive," he said. "How'd you do it? And what exactly is she our way into?"

So the three friends recounted the story of how they had arranged to meet on the roof, and the notes and pictures in the file folder. As usual, Perry was not one for patience. Five minutes later, Jimmy Olsen was worrying a keyboard as he waited for the computer to finish- ah- retrieving some footage from Lexcorp grounds. Clark leaned over the desk to watch the progress bar slide slowly towards completion. Lois was pacing a few feet away. Then Clark's hand slipped off the edge of the desk and he banged his head on the corner of the table on his way down. Lois took the time to snort before resuming her pacing.

As Clark got to his feet, Jimmy gave a victorious whoop.

"One hundred percent!" he shouted. "We're in!"

Lois and Clark peered over Jimmy's shoulders to look at the footage.

It was of a lab, with a particle accelerator. Scientists milled about, checking energy levels and measuring charges. Lex Luthor slammed his fist down on a random table and shouted something. The video didn't have any sound, but whatever he'd said, it sent the scientists scurrying. They just managed to make out one word by watching his lips- lawrencium.

"Isn't that, like, really dangerous?" Jimmy asked nervously. "And... currently impossible to synthesize?"

"It is Lex Luthor," Clark said. "Maybe he's figured it out... or at least thinks he has."

On the furthest right side of the periodic table are the noble gases. They have a ring of 8 electrons on the outside. That's what all elements want. The closer they are, the more unstable they are. The ones missing one electron are called halogens. The ones with one too many are called alkali metals. (Don't spend too much time around these) Also, the further down you go in the periodic table, the more radioactive things get. The most radioactive halogen is more radioactive than the most radioactive alkali metal. It's called-you guessed it- lawrencium. Don't stand near it, if they ever do synthesize it. So, with that knowledge, let's continue.

The video showed a woman in a lab coat with cornrow braids getting into a large machine. The trio recognized her as the spokesperson for Lexcorp's scientific department. One lab-coated gentleman pulled a switch, and then there were a few seconds of screaming and... silence. The camera had gone out after that.

"You guys thinking what I'm thinking?" Lois asked.

"We expose that in our first front-page worthy article?" Clark replied, before promptly falling on his face again.

"Sounds good to me," Jimmy finished.

To be continued

If Superman's laser eyes come out of each of his pupils separately then would he have to cross his eyes to hit a specific spot because it's always both eyes it comes out of and never just one

Praying for you

Hey.

My mom's really depressed. We found out today that our house does not qualify for insurance unless we jump through like 500 more hoops and pay thousands of dollars for a bunch of tree removal, and we're losing our insurance in March, so my mom's officially finally at the point of "Okay, we need to leave California."

We have hardly any money, we don't know if our house will sell if we put it up, and my mom and I sat in the living room just now at 4 in the morning to cry together about how we both think that we might lose everything we've worked for in this house. A nest egg, a promise of a future for our family, some form of hope.

And now we're barely scraping by.

My fundraiser to get out of California didn't make enough. Even with a few behind the scenes donations that were absolutely major, we still couldn't get out of here. We're on our last hope and prayer.

So, why'm I making this post?

Because I'd like you, if you can find it in your heart, and if you're a religious type, to pray for my mom and my family. We've spent years now trying to get out of California and we're right in the middle of putting in new floors which my mom is doing almost entirely by herself at age 74, and we've still got so much stuff packed into this house that we're gonna need to just pack up our car and go throw a ton of it in the junkyard just to get it out of our house.

We need help. Of course we need financial aid of some kind, my mom's retirement can only afford so much when our electric bill is $875 (California!), but this post isn't about that.

This post is about my mom needing a miracle, and I don't know how to give her one. I'm nowhere near having my game finished so I can't make money on video game sales.

So all I have is just this little bit of faith that maybe this post will find enough people who can pray for us that God will hear and will send my mom that miracle that makes her happy again.

Thank you for reading. Please reblog if you can't do anything else. Blaze the post. Something. I don't know.

My mom's been through so much pain in her life that I can't just let her be sad like this. I can't watch the state of California take not just her money but even her happiness from her and leave her stranded and alone.

Thank you again.

I love you.