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clarisse-doodles · 3 months

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inspired by this post, in which Damian does not know what Vine is

#sorry this was funnier in my head #but after i read that post I COULD NOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT #gen z batkids is the most Cursed thing i've read today and i love it #at first i had so many Thoughts about how my brain CANNOT reconcile tim as anything but a 90s kid but then i read that line about damian and #i feel like they'd mess with him sometimes by randomly quoting memes in unison #almost started to overthink how in This Particular Timeline jason might have missed out on this meme because he was Not Alive #but for the purposes of this silly joke i choose to believe dates are irrelevant #that is all thank you #clarisse doodles #batfam #damian wayne #dick grayson #jason todd

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politijohn · 15 days

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#politics #us politics #government #the left #Palestine #free Palestine #news #progressive #education #students #gen z #twitter post #activism #current events

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megamindsupremacy · 8 months

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Why did we even make coffee Tim’s fanonized caffeine of choice. That asshole is chugging Monsters like any other self disrespecting teenager. He has a Monster wall in the titans tower common area that he uses to intimidate new recruits.

#mads posts #dc #batfam #Tim drake #red Robin #listen nobody of this generation chugs coffee it’s all energy drinks #let him energy drink like a civilized gen z if you must #containment breach

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peggy-sue-reads-a-book · 11 months

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Go off, Muse, of unhinged Achilles,

who cost the Greeks like so many Ls,

and yeeted countless souls of dank heroes

into Hades' big dark,

making their bodies into snack for doggos

and all kinds of birbs.*

Begin with the how Agamemnon--

CEO of men--

deadass canceled the main character.

*edit

#greek mythology #achilles #the iliad #gen z memes #gen z post #tagamemnon

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t4toro · 10 months

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hey sorry but they goyified your inherently jewish written character. yea. yea no they tried catering to a wider audience. yea they made him scorf down a pile of bacon. i’m so sorry

#star trek snw #spock #judaism #leonard nimoy #also apology to leonard nimoy #i’m not even at the episode yet but i saw a bunch of spoilers on twt. and That clip #not to mention the nonsensical exaggerated gen z talk paramount put in the caption #not to ALSO mention the way they try so desperately to make him straight #quite harrowing from everything i’ve seen #yes i’m aware some jewish people don’t keep kosher and i don’t mean offense with this post #but many jewish trek fans feel it important to keep spock’s unabashed jewishness in tact #DISCLAIMER: i am not jewish. this post does not have significant weight and i do not wish to speak on behalf of jewish friends #lamb of blog

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transfaguette · 18 days

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tumblr is not immune to generational politics and the same avocado toast rhetoric they mocked but this time targeted towards gen z in some vague appeal to concern. and not to be like “nothing ever happens” but people make it seem like any change in how new generations interact with the world is like the end of society as we know it. the kids are not alright but they have never been. and we will all grow up and life will go on. like, chill out.

#coyote.txt #generational politics #if i see another post thats like ‘gen z does this differently!! everyone panic!!’ im gonna scream

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call-me-maggie13 · 1 year

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My late 40s to early 50s boss just asked what’s wrong with 18-25 year olds these days

And as a 21 year old all I could think was

The world has been on fire since we were born and we’ve been told the adults are putting it out and now we’re old enough to realize they’ve been pouring kerosene on the flames instead of water.

Before my first birthday, 9/11 happened and the world wouldn’t let us forget it. When I was 6 years old, on September 11th, my teacher sat us down in front of a tv and showed us footage of 9/11 and then told us we weren’t allowed to cry. She said that it was real and those were real people jumping from the building because jumping was a faster death than burning.

When I was 7 years old, the economy collapsed and my family went from lower middle class to poverty, we went from healthy home cooked meals every night to mac and cheese and beans for weeks in a row. We started skipping holidays because mom and dad couldn’t keep the lights on and buy us new toys. We started wearing clothes and shoes until they fell apart.

When I was 11 years old, Sandy Hook was attacked by a grown man with a gun and 26 children and teachers were brutally murdered. My teachers never looked at us the same and I haven’t felt safe in a school since. After that, once a month we would have active shooter drills and we were taught to fight and cause as much damage as possible if an armed man entered our classroom because it gave other classes a few extra seconds to escape, it gave our siblings a few extra breaths of safety. We were taught to cover ourselves in other students blood and play dead if we weren’t hit, we were taught that we weren’t safe and we wouldn’t be safe as long as we were in school.

When I was 15 years old, my high school art teacher locked us in the classroom and told us if we heard gunshots we should line the desks up lengthwise so that they reached the other wall because that would be harder to break through than a barricade. She told us that she knew about the threats and she wouldn’t judge any of us that wanted to leave. She told us to get our siblings and stay in the buildings as long as possible, to duck in between the cars so we couldn’t be seen until we got to ours. She told us about the trail behind the auto shop that was lined with trees and led off campus. I got my brother and his friends and we left, we spent the day sitting on the floor in my living room waiting for a phone call that the people we left behind were dying.

Two weeks later, one of my friends dragged me out of a football game and forced me to go home with him. He grabbed my brothers and my best friend and forced the six of us into a two seater car before he would tell us anything. His mom worked for the school board and had told him the police found an active bomb under the bleachers in the student section, and they weren’t informing anyone because they didn’t want to incite panic.

When I was 16 years old, ISIS set off a bomb at a pop concert in Britain and killed 22 people, injuring at least 100 more. The next day at school, our teachers went over how to stay safe if we ever experienced something like that. They told us the most important thing to remember was to not remove any shrapnel because it could be keeping us from bleeding out, they said it was more important to get yourself out safely before you worried about anyone else.

When I was 18 years old, my teachers stopped teaching and put the news up on the projector and we watched as the Notre-Dame burned. The boy I had sat next to since second grade spent the entire day trying to call his sister who was studying abroad in Paris, I watched this kid I had never even seen frown fall apart in English because she wouldn’t pick up the phone. We didn’t know it at the time, but she was okay.

Six months later, my history teacher put the news on the projector again for another fire. This time, we watched as an entire continent burned for three months. We watched their sky turned orange from the smoke and their wildlife drowned in pools because they were trying to escape the heat.

When I was 19 years old, the whole world shut down because of a global pandemic. I didn’t meet a single new person for eight months, despite the fact that I had just moved across the country. I watched as people didn’t wear masks and spread it to everyone around them, I was so scared when I went back to my room every night because my roommate was immunocompromised and I was terrified I would give her Covid and kill her.

Just two months later, I watched a video of a black man being murdered by police officers. I watched the world around me explode after George Floyd’s death, people destroying businesses and police stations. I watched some of my friends realize police officers didn’t exist to keep them safe, they existed to keep the people in power in power. I learned that some of the people I had grown up with would rather watch a black man die than admit that maybe, maybe, the system was broken.

When I was 20 years old, I went to the mall with a friend to buy a birthday present and I was pulled to the ground by a twelve-year-old girl after gunshots went off in the mall. I held this child’s hands as she cried for two hours until we were evacuated by police, and then I waited with her outside and helped her look for her mom. I gave her my phone to call her mom and I watched as she called the number over and over and never got a reply. I waited with her until a police officer took her to the station to try to find out more information about the girl’s mom, I hugged this girl I had never seen before and I wished her the best. I never found out what happened to her or her mom, it keeps me up at night sometimes worrying that this little girl was orphaned.

When I was 21 years old, I started working at a daycare and exactly a week later, Uvalde happened and I found myself crying because my students are the same age those kids were. When they came in after school the next day, one of them had asked me if I had heard about Uvalde and I told her I had, I asked her if she was scared of going to school because of it. Her reply broke my heart. “We practice for it every week so that when it happens to us, we know what to do. I’m just worried that the shooter is going to start in my baby sister’s classroom and not mine.” I listened as other students with younger siblings agreed with her, one of them saying “I would take fifty bullets, if I had to to keep my little brother safe.”

Early this year, I watched Russia launched bombs into Ukraine, blowing up churches and schools and hospitals and apartment buildings. I watched as the estimated death count rose from the hundreds to the thousands to the tens of thousands. I watched men send their wives and children to bordering countries for refuge while they stayed behind to fight, knowing they would probably never see each other again.

Just four months ago, I watched as my right to medical privacy got taken away. I watched my old roommate fall apart because she was denied the right to have her dead fetus removed from her body for almost two days, I worried every time I looked away from her that the next time I saw her would be in a casket. I watched as the women around me realized the military-grade weapons that had torn children in classrooms apart were protected by the government but our bodies weren’t.

There is nothing “wrong” with my generation, we’ve experienced all these things as children and were expected to respond with patriotism for a country that continuously sacrificed their children for the “right” to military-grade weapons, that took away my freedom of choice. We are tired, we were told the world was a wonderful place then shown, at every step, how the world was a place of destruction and pain. And we are angry. We are angry because no one but us seems to be trying to fix anything. And we are scared. We are scared because our children, our nieces and nephews, our cousins and our friends children are growing up in a world that won’t protect them.

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chirp-featherfowl · 1 year

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so here's what i'm thinking

it's not kindergarten, guys. it's sixth grade.

bigb and pearl are definitely the "average nickelodeon fan" and "average wings of fire/percy jackson/warrior cats fan" alliance

grian's got wheelies. the clockers keep trying to make him use them on the playground so he trips and falls and EATS SHIT LOSER!!!!

(bdubs said that. etho taught him it and bdubs doesn't know what it means)

btw, the clockers are absolutely those sort of. smartasses who are meaner, cooler, and better than you.

bdubs is an art kid, cleo is one of those writing/reading kids with no thanks to some kid named joe hills (lie) ... and scar... well actually scar is just very charming

grian and jimmy are half brothers. watcher something or the other i don't really care i just think their dynamic is super funny

i'm stealing the "boogeyman is an intense game of tag" and making it more of a cheese touch thing

team ties are all in advanced math. except for skizz, who after immediately getting tagged by both scott and bdubs, was put under the protection of them. impulse holds a goddamn grudge, and no eleven year old is willing to test his patience

martyn and scott were those two friends in the friend group that never interacted as much as they interacted with others, but now that ren's moved schools and jimmy's migrated friend groups, they're suddenly best friends?? they team up with the clockers and occasionally taunt jimmy, trying to win him back

pearl and bigb are definitely tree climbers, pearl brings eight wings of fire books into the tree with her every day and bigb consistently watches in astonishment as she climbs the tree with one hand

they spy on everyone from up there

#limited life #mean gills #the bad boys #team ties #clockers #bigb #pearlescentmoon #WHAT IS THEIR NAME #hate to be called a gen z er but i think my gen z ness is showing :P #im not projecting #not a universal experience and also most of them are european??? like three are from the US but whatever it's my tumblr post i make the rul #*rules

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zukotheartist · 8 months

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I repeat: not enough people talking about "but I am my father's daughter so maybe I could fix him (ex)" cause her dad's a therapist

#real gen z unhingeness and i love her for it #olivia rodrigo #guts #guts olivia rodrigo #get him back!#livies #al's post

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sebsvettels · 8 months

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we’ll be a fine line…