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jack-spilledink · 1 day
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I want an old, wise professor or stranger to notice that dead spark in my eyes and draw me under their wing, and say,
“Show me your poems.”
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sketchbot9000 · 28 days
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The Sword Witch long ago declared that any who wished to learn from her could come and she would teach them. Nobody who has heeded the call has survived the instruction.
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thethirdtriplet · 6 months
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Title: Mentor Tim
It was meant to be a simple mission.
Is what Red Robin was told, when he was summoned to the watchtower, and asked to intervene on a mission gone wrong, a mission that was meant to be handled by a bunch of teenagers, and while Tim wasn’t much of a fan of the justice league (maybe he was still salty about the whole not believing Bruce was alive thing, which was years ago, but his therapist said it was healthy to admit how you feel about things and people, so yeah he was still salty) and preferred taking on missions assigned from the Titans, he couldn’t not agree to the mission when he heard of the team that was assigned.
Young Justice.
Tim wasn’t aware there was even a Young Justice team still operational, as the hero community kept growing so has the number of sidekicks, he assumed all teens and sidekicks became teen titans, but then why would anyone dump their kids in Young Justice? With the team’s… eccentric reputation, Tim doubted it would ever be operational again.
That was until he read their files himself.
Name: Leonard.
Age: 15
Hero name: Iron knight.
Nationality: Irish.
Skin colour: Pale white.
Hair colour: Red.
Eye colour: Brown.
The ability to harden his body into a metallic texture.
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Name: Keith.
Age: 16
Hero name: Ronin.
Nationality: Japanese, American.
Skin colour: White.
Hair colour: Black.
Eye colour: Black
Trained samurai from birth.
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Name: Peter.
Age: 14
Hero name: Void.
Nationality: British.
Skin colour: White.
Hair colour: Blonde.
Eye colour: Blue.
The ability to create portals.
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Name: Nickolas.
Age: 16
Hero name: Magus.
Nationality: French, American.
Skin colour: White.
Hair colour: Brown.
Eye colour: Green.
Magic user.
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Name: Mateo.
Age: 15
Hero name: Surge.
Nationality: Mexican, American.
Skin colour: Tan skin.
Hair colour: Black.
Eye colour: Brown.
The ability to absorb high amounts of energy, and redirect it.
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Name: Sofia.
Age: 15
Hero name: Ghost.
Nationality: Italian.
Skin colour: Pale White.
Hair colour: Brown.
Eye colour: Hazel.
The ability to turn invisible, and walk through walls.
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Name: Amara.
Age: 13
Hero name: Whisper.
Nationality: Russian.
Skin colour: Pale White.
Hair colour: Blonde.
Eye colour: Grey.
Trained assassin from birth.
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Name: Amber.
Age: 15
Hero name: Blaze.
Nationality: American.
Skin colour: White
Hair colour: Brown. (Dyed orange at the ends)
Eye colour: Brown.
The ability to create flames.
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Those were probably the driest files Tim’s ever read, he knows supervillains with files less vague than these, so he had to do more research himself, reading into more personal details about each member it wasn’t hard to realise that each kid had their own issues, issues apparently no one was interested in dealing with, because the kids had no official mentor, they had been trained for some time from different leaguers, but that’s it.
Black canary has been working with them for some time now, for hand to hand combat, and as a licensed therapist, but there’s only so much she can do for those kids, seeing as most of them had been mistreated their whole lives, mostly by adults, it wouldn’t be surprising for them to be mistrustful.
That’s how Tim found himself, on a jet (that may or may not be the batjet, just don’t tell Bruce), headed to help those kids with their mission.
Once he arrived at the warehouse, he observed the situation from above, through a skylight, and watched as disaster unfolded right before his eyes. The kids were incredibly uncoordinated, some were arguing amongst themselves, while others seemed as though they had no understanding of the word teamwork, just when the goons they were meant to be fighting began to get the upper hand, did Tim join the fight.
His appearance halted most, if not all movement from both sides of the fight, he used that to his advantage and struck the men, taking them down one by one, as he shouted commands for the young teens to follow. Once the young heroes realised he wasn’t a threat, they took action almost immediately, following through on his instructions religiously.
As the last goon was zip-tied, Red Robin was approached by one of the teens, Surge (Mateo).
“Uhh.. Red Robin, ..sir?” Asked the boy
“Yes, Surge?”
“W-what are you doing here?”
“I was asked by the justice league to intervene on your mission, seeing as you weren’t able to complete it yourselves.” Red Robin replied Non-condescendingly.
Blaze (Amber) scoffed and said “As if the Justice League cared.”
Red Robin’s attention was turned to her as he spoke “What do you mean by that?”
As if opening a can of soda that’s been shaken too much, she spoke with relentless fury “Well if they cared, really cared they’d show it, wouldn’t they!? They’re not even pretending to care at this point! Heck the only leaguer we talk to regularly is Black Canary, but that’s for hand to hand and therapy, other than that no one comes around unless they have to, and even when they do, they don’t even bother hiding the fact that they’d rather be anywhere else if it meant they wouldn’t have to deal with us!” By the end of her tirade, she was trembling, with hatred, anger and…hurt..
“You’re right” the words left his mouth before his mind even registered he was speaking, not that his words weren’t true.
( The scene before him, of a group of children that felt abandoned, neglected and lonely, came from a very familiar play )
The atmosphere shifted as all eyes landed on Red Robin, as he spoke, he knew they were listening to his words ( it wasn’t everyday that someone actually understood you, as a teenager, let alone an adult ), “You’re right, the Justice League, has wronged, mistreated and neglected you, in more ways than just training, they’ve failed to acknowledge your presence, despite your need of proper guidance” no one spoke so he continued, “That is a mistake on their end, no yours, and so, it shouldn’t be you who suffers in the end. That wouldn’t be fair to you” silence still echoed as no one dared interrupt him, “I will bring this up with the league as soon as I return to the Watchtower.” (Is it just him or did he sound a little bit ‘adulty’? His therapist would be so proud).
His eyes soften and so did his voice as he took in the sight of the tired worn out teenagers, before him, “But for now I should take you all back to your headquarters, you seem like you need you need a nice hot meal, a warm shower and a good nights sleep, you’ve sure as hell earned it”. The kids seemed taken aback by his suggestion, as if they hadn’t expected him to suggest what he did, but none of them objected. Void (peter), spoke, “The Justice League sent us an automated jet, to get us here”, he was rubbing the back of his neck with his hands, “We don’t really know how to get back...?" He added awkwardly. “No worries, my jet is big enough to fit all of you just fine” said Tim, smugly. “Is that so? Is your jet that big?” Ronin (Keith), asked curious. “That depends, have any of you seen a Bat-jet before?”, Tim swore he could see stars in their -masked- eyes.
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Mount Justice -apparently their base of operations- is in mint condition, thankfully (he was going to have words with the league if it wasn’t), looking around it’s obvious the kids haven’t been comfortable enough to mess around with the place (he’ll have to change that).
In a way it’s quite nostalgic, to walk around in his old h.q., though there’s still a few differences compared to back then, Like the brood of ducklings kids that are currently staring at him. “So.. are you guys gonna order something, or does one of you know how to cook?” Asked Tim, “Some of us can cook just fine, but we’re too tired to do so, sir” Magus (Nickolas) spoke, evidently wary in the presence of an adult, but still attempting to be polite.
“Y’know I could just order something for you guys.”, suggested Tim, “No, no need we can order for ourselves just fine.” replied Iron knight (Leonard), “I insist. Tell me what you’re in the mood for, pastas, burgers, pizza?” Once he noticed them perk up at the mention of pizza, he began to scroll through the numbers on his phone, searching for that one pizza place he liked as a teen (the one he used to order from, for the team, man he missed those idiots, he should reach out to them soon).
“Are you sure, sir? There’s no need for you to order for us.” Questioned Ghost (Sofia), “Yes, I’m sure, what toppings do you guys want?”, they suggested he order only one pizza with no toppings, which he immediately shut down, and even threatened to choose the toppings himself (“Do you want me to put pineapples on your pizza’s? Don’t test me, now choose.”), once almost everyone chose the topping for their own pizza, he turned to the only occupant of the room that hadn’t spoken, “And what about you, Whisper, what do you want?”, the girl in question -who had been observing him, silently for quite some time now, is she assessing whether or not he’s a threat?- Peter spoke for her “Uhh.. She can’t talk, she’s mute..”, “Black Canary’s brought her a few teachers for a while, but she didn’t like them much, so she stopped showing up to lessons after a while.” Mateo added.
The hesitant-comfortable atmosphere they’ve had for some time now almost broke, as all the teens looked to him, as if gaging his reaction, all in defensive stances (Tim had to hand it to them, for being willing to defend their teammate, against someone who was probably way out of their league), calmly, he spoke “No worries, I know a bit of sign myself”, “Though, I am a bit rusty” he added, bashfully.
Hesitantly, Amara lifted her hand to finger spell ‘C h e s e’, “Oh, just cheese, sure.” said Tim, the once tense atmosphere returned to it’s semi-calmness, as the teens sighed in relief, (seriously, what did they expect him to do, judge her?).
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Tim stayed with the team, up until the food arrived, they were all lounging in the ‘living room’ (it was just a big circular area, that connected all the rooms together, that you had to pass to enter a bedroom, it had couches and sofas), Tim observed the teens, as they helped themselves, with their pizzas, some even opted to shed a few items of clothing, while others, changed out of their costumes completely, politely they began a bit of small talk to pass the time as they waited the foods arrival, at some point the topic of hero’s came up, which then somehow led to a very heated discussion as to which hero could take down who.
Tim -Red Robin at the moment- who had spent an ungodly amount of time analysing various hero’s, old and new, their fighting styles, their abilities, strengths and weaknesses, and has written contingencies for most, if not all of them, was more than happy to share his findings. Especially since they seemed so interested in the topic, and whatever Tim -Red Robin- had to say about the heroes? Well, Who was he to deny their curiosity.
He knew he made the right call, when it got the kids comfortable in his presence.
(Was he gossiping with a bunch of teens over heroes who are basically his coworkers? Yes. Yes, he was.)
“No way, Wonder Woman, is the best superhero, period” said Peter.
“Really? You think she’d win against Superman?” Asked Leonard, curiously.
“The Superman?” Questioned Sofia.
“What say you, Red?” Asked Keith.
Red Robin, or “Red” as they’ve taken to calling him, answered, “I’m with Void on this one.” Tim didn’t miss the way he basically preened at his words, “I’m pretty sure she can kick any leaguers ass, any day.”
“Even Batman..?” Asked Mateo, in a hushed tone, as if just speaking his name would summon him (it was amusing, but understandable).
“What do you think his contingencies are for?” Replied Red, with a Smirk.
“Isn’t he.. I don’t know, your boss or something” Asked Nickolas, confused.
“I like to think I’m my own boss, thanks” replied Tim. (He may, or may not get bullied into visiting the manor, regularly, by various members of the Batfamily, no one needs to know that, though.)
“What?” Asked Tim, when he noticed the sudden silence.
“Huh.” Said Amber, as if a realization had just dawned on her “You’re actually way cooler than I thought you’d be.”.
“Gee, thanks.” Deadpanned Tim.
“She is not wrong.” At Tim’s raised eyebrow, Keith elaborated, “All the leaguers we have met so far were not interested in our wellbeing.”
“Yeah, they’d just complete whatever task they have, with us, and just leave.” Nickolas added.
“I don’t remember if any of them ever asked if we were tired or hungry. Unlike you.” Sofia continued.
“None of them ever stayed long enough to even speak to us.” said Leonard.
“And when they did, we couldn’t have normal conversations like this one, all we did was have a mission debriefing.” spoke Peter.
“Or we wouldn’t say anything at all, incase we say something.. offensive in any way.” Finished Amber.
Amara simply nodded.
Tim felt his blood boil (is that a thing? Whatever, it didn’t matter as long as it described just how furious he was) “Is that so..?”
Tim kept processing their words, even as they transgressed onto another subject, though, he knew he couldn’t stay long, so he bid them farewell, to head back to the Watchtower -via zeta tube- and tried not to let their disappointment affect him (with what he has in mind, for them, their dissatisfaction with his departure won’t last long), he had a few senior league members to speak with about an adoption a mentorship request.
And he couldn’t wait a second longer.
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It took some getting used to, Tim will have to admit, for him and the team (his team now), to get used to their new relationship, as mentor and mentees.
The sudden announcement of his now mentorship over the teens, was made only a week after his hangout stay with the team, (it would have taken longer, had he not urged the senior league members to officiate it, and if he made a few, mild, harmless threats, to insure the job was done properly, Batman would be blamed for teaching him how to in-list fear), it did surprise the teens a bit, still, they took the news with stride (whether that was because they’ve never had an official mentor before, and were eager, or that they genuinely liked Red Robin, Tim isn’t sure).
Tim would like to point out, that they’ve made significant progress, in the last two months they’ve been working together.
They’re actually brilliant students, fast learners, always ready to try out a new training program, any chance they get, they soak up any knowledge he offers, like little sponges. They try to follow his teachings without fail, and even trust him when on missions, enough to let him lead them. They look to him for guidance when they need him, and he tries to always be there, to help (and maybe that’s what strengthened their new bond, the fact that he tries to be there, especially when they need him).
It wasn’t always as easy, not in the beginning, no. They liked him, Tim was sure of that, but liking someone doesn’t necessarily mean you trust them. Trust was something meant to be earned, not given. Tim had earned the right, to be trusted.
They trust him enough to act themselves around him. And just as they had gotten comfortable with him, did he realize why they were placed in YJ. He knew deep down, the reason stemmed from their traumatic backstories, strange powers, and ‘behavioral issues’ (talking back, is not a behavioral issue, fuck whoever wrote that in Amber’s file), Seeing as the team’s former members were regarded as “nutcases” by the media, it was a no wonder they would be placed there in the first place. Not that the kids tried proving anyone wrong (“Why waste time trying to show someone who you are, when they have already made up their mind, about you?” Those were the wise words of Keith, a young boy forced to mature faster than most teenagers, Tim could relate).
They were skilled, skilled boys and girls, using their gifts for good, to do good, and be good. They shouldn’t be criticized for being good. Just because they were.. creative with their skills, did he mention that? They’re incredibly creative with their skills, the stunts they pull would bring his old teams shenanigans to shame:
“How did you guys manage to burn and flood a building at the same time?!-”
Sometimes, he couldn’t help but wonder, why?
“-Is- is the building crumbling?! How did you do that?-”
Other times, he can’t help but wonder, how?
“Why in the world did you guys think this was a good idea, Surge?”
“Do you remember that one mission we did last week, when we discovered a secret lab, full of animals that were being experimented on?” Questioned, the boy.
“Yes, I do. But, what does that have to do with this?”
“We found out who owned that lab.”
The building -A Lexcorp building, mind you- blows up, promptly, after his admission.
“Void! I thought we told you to be careful with those!” admonishes, Blaze.
“My Bad!” apologized, Void.
“Ahh, I see, carry on.” Dismissed, Red Robin.
What? Yeah, so maybe he isn’t any better than they are, and he is might be the adult that’s in charge of them, But, who is he to stop them from doing their jobs, as hero’s?
And they’re applying what he taught them, in the field?
He couldn’t be any prouder.
“What’s going on here?” A new voice, interrupted his and Surge’s conversation. A new but familiar voice, actually. One that belongs to a certain Kryptonian.
Red Robin, and his students, that came up to him, not long after the building Burst to flames, turned around to witness Superboy (Conner Kent) descent from the skies, along with Wondergirl (Cassandra Sandmark), followed by Impulse (Bartholomew Allen) on land.
“Hey Rob!” Bart waved his hand so quickly, it fazed.
“Really, Rob, we leave you alone, to go on a mission off-planet, only to find out you’ve become a teacher?” Chides Cassie, fondly. Then, she states “And here I thought we were friends” putting a hand on her chest, were her heart is, feigning hurt.
“And look, he’s already causing trouble with them.” Conner points out, Bart adds “It’s like we don’t even know you anymore.” while wiping away a fake tear.
“Haha, very funny, you guys.” Deadpans Tim, though secretly amused.
“If you’re done with the theatrics.” He sends them a pointed look, before gesturing to the.. starstruck kids next to him (?), “Allow me to introduce to you, the newest Young Justice members.”
This was probably going to be the beginning of something beautiful, or incredibly disastrous… meh, he’ll let the universe decide, and just go with the flow.
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pratchettquotes · 9 months
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"Hope she does all right as queen," said Nanny.
"We taught her everything she knows," said Granny Weatherwax.
"Yeah," said Nanny Ogg, as they disappeared into the bracken. "D'you think...maybe...?"
"What?"
"D'you think maybe we ought to have taught her everything we know?"
"It'd take too long."
"Yeah, right."
Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies
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stevelieber · 24 days
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Here's another thread I don't want to leave languishing at the old site, relevant because another case of ill-considered pseudo-mentorship is in the news. It's tough to start a career. I'm lucky to have had good mentors. I'm grateful and want to pass it on. These are some notes I made on ways to do so.
1. Promote artists a generation younger than you. Share your platform. RT them, mention them in interviews. (This means being aware of what younger artists are doing!)
2. Hire them if you can. Pin ups, commissions, variants, fill-ins, assists, anything. A small gig can be what helps them make rent.
3. (The same applies to creators a generation older. Many of them helped develop the visual language, the audience, and the industry infrastructure we rely on. Tell your reader how these artists' choices informed your own. Help your fans see what you saw in your influences' stories.)
4. Support anthologies. They've always been a key place where new and marginalized talent can incubate, & established artists can try something new. (They certainly were for me. Many of the big leaps I made as an artist happened on anthology stories where I had freedom to experiment.)
5. Mentor new artists! Even if their subject or style is different from yours, you still have much to offer. Just be sure to frame your advice in terms of goals & principles rather than "the right way" or "the wrong way." You want to help them find their own voice, not echo yours.
6. Suggest strategies for dealing with challenging clients or collaborators. The industry may be very different from when you broke in, but those young artists are still going to face the many of the same problems you did.
7. Steer them towards someone trustworthy when they need a consultant. It's not easy to find an accountant, an agent, or a lawyer who understands what we do. Your contacts are valuable!
If nothing else, make them aware of Volunteer Lawyers for the Arts. https://vlaa.org/get-help/other-vlas/
8. Share your understanding of industry standards for pay rates & professional practices. This doesn't mean posting your rates in public. The main that does is anchor your position when negotiating rates with a potential client. But in private, TALK. This benefits ALL your peers.
9. There will be times when you can't answer a question. It happens all the time. No one knows everything! But you probably know someone who *can* answer it. Use your network of connections and make the introduction.
10. And finally, take questions about the art, the craft, the culture, and the business on your social media. Answer them as honestly as you can.
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annasellheim · 15 days
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Next part- this is how autobio works
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elitadream · 1 month
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Hear me out…
An AU where your Mario is a preschool teacher??👀👀👀
YES. Yes yes yes!! 😍 Mario being a naturally great teacher is a headcanon I've had for a really long time now (ever since making this piece over a year ago), and I LOVE the thought of him helping children learn lots of things.^^
Could be an AU, but I honestly can see it happening just as well in the normal tangent, where he would show youngsters various things in his free time. 😌 The kids would absolutely adore Mario and would follow him everywhere, resulting in him having a moving class of avid students asking him tons of questions and wanting to partake in activities with him whenever possible. 🤭🩵
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thebunnednun · 2 months
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Shadows of the Blade Dracule Mihawk x Fem!Reader
He's kinda growing on me. This was a request from someone that wishes to remain anonymous. Lemme know what you guys think.
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Chapter One: A Chance Encounter
The sea breeze whispered through the sails of the Thousand Sunny as it sailed across the vast expanse of the Grand Line. On the deck, amidst the hustle and bustle of the Straw Hat Pirates, you found yourself lost in thought, gazing out at the endless horizon.
As the newest addition to the crew, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and excitement at the adventures that lay ahead. But amidst the thrill of exploration, there was also a lingering sense of loneliness, a longing for companionship in this unfamiliar world.
Little did you know, fate had other plans in store.
It was on a quiet evening watch that you first encountered him - Dracule Mihawk, the enigmatic swordsman known as the "Greatest Swordsman in the World." He stood alone on the deck, his long black coat billowing in the wind as he practiced his swordsmanship with effortless grace.
Approaching him cautiously, you couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation in the presence of such a formidable figure. But to your surprise, Mihawk acknowledged your presence with a nod, his sharp gaze meeting yours with a hint of curiosity.
"New to the crew, I presume?" he remarked, his voice low and measured.
You nodded, unable to suppress the nervous flutter in your chest. "Yes, I joined recently. My name is [Name]."
Mihawk inclined his head in acknowledgment. "Dracule Mihawk," he introduced himself, his tone calm and composed. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Despite the initial tension, a tentative conversation began to unfold between you. You spoke of your dreams and aspirations, sharing stories of your past and your journey to the Grand Line. And in return, Mihawk offered insights into the world of swordsmanship, sharing anecdotes from his own storied career.
As the hours passed, you found yourself drawn to Mihawk's quiet strength and wisdom, finding solace in his company amidst the vastness of the sea. And though you knew little of his past or his motivations, there was a mutual respect that began to blossom between you, bridging the gap between stranger and friend.
And so, under the watchful gaze of the stars, a bond was forged between two unlikely companions - one a humble member of the Straw Hat crew, the other a legendary swordsman of the seas. And as the night wore on, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope that perhaps, in this unpredictable world, friendship could be found in the most unexpected of places.
To be continued...
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zzzzzestforlife · 2 months
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Software Engineer Diaries 👩‍💻 Everything I Do In A Day When I Don't Write Code 🖥️🖱️
am i an engineer or project manager at this point? 🤔
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My current project is just like the last one in that I'm taking over partway through and the whole thing is already on fire 🔥 Three weeks in and I finally have some clarity, but I still don't have time to cover all my bases at the onset, so I'm just left scared and stressed about having to figure it out as I go.
met product managers and answered all their questions for over an hour even though all the answers were already available to them 💀 attempted to negotiate scope but get deferred 😒
pulled and analyzed data to confirm everything we already know 😖
met engineering manager and re-re-hashed scope (the original plan sucks and it's kind of my fault for trusting the misleading info handed off to me in a hurry) 🙄
reviewed code but i have next to no idea what's going on, i just know it doesn't look insane (5x) 🤞
helped our intern debug/learn random things but i'm probably not a very inspiring teacher since i'm so freaking done and can't be bothered to hide it much ✌️
updated docs: design docs, project docs, release docs, etc. 📑🗂️🗃️
met intern again to see how she's doing?? idk, i just follow the onboarding plan, even if it's painfully redundant and my social battery is non-existent ⚰️
curated a new starter task for our intern (hopefully it ends up better than the last one which i might've over-complicated, idk)
met senior colleague to come up with a new plan for our new objectives (thank god at least one thing went right today, so i kind of know what i have to do and now i just have to do it) 🤝
today's wrap-up tasks: ticket grooming, scheduling more meetings, answering more questions, etc. 👋
💌: i can't believe i still have to study after all this 😫 i swear this job is aging me prematurely 👵 google, play save me 🙃
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stillebesat · 1 year
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You ever consider how Dick Grayson and Dan Phantom are similar?
Like. Dick watched his parents die. He got taken away from his remaining family and placed in an unfamiliar city under questionable guardianship (juvie) where his focus was fully on finding his parents' murderer and getting justice for them until Bruce/Batman came along and mentored him into a better (if not always the healthiest) mindset. Setting him up to be a Hero.
While Danny. He watched his family, his friends, and the only teacher who kinda maybe cared for him die. He was placed under the questionable guardianship of Vlad. Who had no idea how to help a grieving boy. And instead...made things worse. Trying to separate the human from the ghost and setting Dan up to become the villain when Plasimus overtakes Phantom and turns him evil.
So like.
Why not have Danny meet Dick. Why not have Dick become the mentor that Danny desperately needs. The one who shows him that he can dig himself out of his grief. He can channel his anger. He can continue to help people despite failing the ones he cares about most.
After all Dick has been through a similar thing himself. He understands. He knows the feelings. Knows how the pain, how the anger never really fully goes away about what was taken from him. Knows how hard it is to accept that one can have a new family without forgoing your first family.
Or.
What if Dick comes across Dan after the fact. Whether it's by accidentally getting into the ghost zone and encountering the thermos holding him. Or Dan getting loose in his universe. Or maybe the obsesrvants attempting to put Dan on trial for all his Crimes.
But all Dick can see when he looks at this ghost is the 14 year old boy crying out for help. A mimicry of Dick's own 9 year old self. Crying out. For help.
So Dick steps forward. Points out the flaws. Points out all the ways that the Observants, that Amity Park, failed Dan.
You don't save a person by leaving them alone to figure it out by themselves after all. You save them by being there for them.
And the Observants....Observed. They did NOTHING. Of course Dan went down a dark path. He had no one else to show him otherwise.
Perhaps Clockwork gets invovled. Perhaps the Observants don't believe that Dan can be good and offer to let Dick 'test' his claims with the expectation that Dan will prove them right and Dick wrong in being 100% evil.
But Dick. Dick knows. Heroes can fall. Heroes can become Villains. But Villains can also become Heroes. And he's not going to give up on Dan. Not when he knows just how it feels to fall. Not when he knows just how much help it is to have someone in your corner.
He's not going to give up on Dan.
And Dick isn't going to let Dan give up on himself either.
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autogaiagraphy · 27 days
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So long to a version of me that was overly invested in making sure everybody ate, even when they left the kitchen dirty.
For the full video 👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽
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tryingnotkillanyone · 5 months
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I've seen people say that Jessica doesn't care enough about Gwen. That she didn't do anything to help her. But the truth is, Jess was the only parental figure Gwen had. Willingly.
I am not saying that she was like a mother to her, no. That is not true.
But she cared enough to be present in Gwen's life. The only adult who spends time with her. Who checks on her. Who acts a little bit like a parent.
She drew a line.
She wasn't Gwen's mother, but neither just a mentor.
Jess helped her more than any other adult ever did.
And she cares.
And if anyone says that Jess didn't, I'll just let those here. Just in case
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"She does care about Gwen"
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"Jessica's care and concern about Gwen..."
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"Just to make her happy"
Your opinion?
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thethirdtriplet · 6 months
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Title: Mentor Tim
So we all know how similar Tim is to Bruce, I feel like as Tim gets older he promises himself not to become like him, in regards to his closed off-ness and anti-social behavior, gets therapy (boy was that something else), matures as a person and learns to take care of himself properly (not everyone has an Alfred lying around y’know).
So older Tim, who does not want to be Batman (who does at this point?), and considers Red Tornado (Aka; the only adult who really cared) his idol, makes an intellectual decision.
To mentor 10+ young vigilantes, that are basically neglected or ignored by their mentors, that he met once on a mission, apparently they’re the new Young Justice members (why do all the unwanted ones end up there, seriously, has everyone learned nothing??).
It’s not that he planned to mentor the young superheroes, but he couldn’t really ignore them when they took to him like little ducklings to water all because he was nice to them.
The were very undertrained and uncoordinated, and in desperate need of guidance, and Tim who has caused or been apart of some of the craziest shit known to man has a lot of knowledge to spare:
Tim: Leo, for the love of god. Put. That. Down. Number one rule of dealing with magical artifacts or magic in general is don’t touch it and run, don’t walk away if it starts to glow.
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Tim: Keith, seriously dude, if you need any new equipment, swords, knives, anything at all, just tell me. Y’know what I can set it up with one phone call, hold on.
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Tim: Peter, if that jerk at school talks to you like that again I give you my permission to beat his ass, I don’t care what your school or “mentor” have to say, they clearly know nothing about teenagers.
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Tim: Of course you can skip training next week for your recital Sofia, and actually, I cancelled training for everyone when they told me they all wanted to go to support you, thanks for inviting me by the way, I can’t wait.
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Tim: Oh, you’ve had an argument with your parent, Nick? Hold on just a sec.
Tim: Yeah, I just freed my schedule so we could have the whole day to ourselves, I remember those movies you told me you wanted to marathon, let’s go watch them in the big screen room, bundle ourselves in the softest blankets and eat a sh- heck ton of ice cream, while we talk about it, if you feel like it, of course.
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Tim: I noticed how much extensive energy you have even after a full training session, Mateo, so I thought you and I could stay and spar, even after everyone’s done. I’ve brought new training equipment for you to try and researched a few new techniques that correlate with your abilities.
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Tim: Don’t worry about not being able to speak, Amara, I know plenty of sign, in many languages, in fact.
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Tim: *on a phone call*
Tim: What do you mean you’re in a burning building?
Tim: What do you mean you set it on fire?!
Tim: Send me your location, Amber, I’ll be there in ten, no- five.
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And that’s how the hero community noticed how the newly proclaimed Young Justice mentor Red Robin nowadays often had one, if not all, of his ducklings kids students standing proudly next to him.
Bonus:
Tim: Red, I am so sorry for all the years you had to put up with my bullshit.
Tim: I’m basically the only adult- no, person, who cares about them!
Tim: I don’t know how they’ve been alive for so long!
Red Tornado: You are forgiven, Tim, although I must admit, it is quite satisfying that you know of my pain.
Tim, with haunted eyes: You have no idea.
Part 2??
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starsaroundsaturn · 2 years
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thank God for women in their forties. the mentors I have had who are at least in their 40s (or late 30s) are so stable. so certain. they’ve watched life rise and fall. they have bone structure that demands that you do not mess with them. they have teenage children, probably actually could have given birth to me. they stand like they respect themselves. they laugh at everything. they are passionate, magnetic creatures. they are realistic but still have high expectations and ideals. their arm muscles are the size of wonder woman’s.
genuinely: I do not know what I would do without them.
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businessmemes · 6 months
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Take a firm but educative tone with colleagues who seem to be struggling with the basics of business.
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pratchettquotes · 1 year
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Granny sighed. "You have learned something," she said, and thought it safe to insert a touch of sternness into her voice. "They say a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, but it is not half so bad as a lot of ignorance."
Terry Pratchett, Equal Rites
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