Okay so Danny gets adopted by Bruce. Yeah? Yeah.
And they don't know about his powers? Obviously. We know this part of the story.
BUT. On a casual trip out for food or whatever, Danny and some of the bat sibs get cornerd by reporters and paparazzi. There panicking bec danny JUST got here and they haven't had time to breif him on how to interact with the media and he's totally gonna flounder and they need to help him before he totally flubs it!
Exept, he doesn't. He smiles, nice and bright, into the camra. He waits patiently for each reporter to ask their questions and then answers confidently, giving them something walst acctually answering nothing. "Where are you from?" "A small town, I'm sure you wouldn't know it but, really, it's about where I am now."How did you come to be adopted by bruce?"Well, I look quite a bit like my new brothers, don't you think? Haha. I like to think it was meant to be."
And on and on he gose, dancing around them, shareing professionally worded jokes and calmly addressing eatch person as they viyed for his attention, controlling the flow of conversation.
The bat kids all look at eatchother.
This kids been media trained.
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It's kinda shocking to me how few people seem to know how prevalent the 'my great grandmother was cherokee' myth is and how it's almost never actually true, especially when it comes with things like 'never signed up' or 'fell off the trail' or 'courthouse burned down destorying the documentation' etc etc.
People just don't even seem to know the history like.. when the Trail happened. My great great great grandfather was 2 years old during Removal in 1838, so peoples 'my great grandmother hid in the mountains!' is so clearly wrong. And we have rolls. From before and after removal, rolls done by cherokee nation and others by the government, rolls that were not stored in one random flammable courthouse. It's not difficult to find the actual evidence of ancestry.
And just.. there are lots of ways those family stories get started. It was a practice during the confederacy to claim cherokee ancestry to show one's family had 'deep roots in the south' that they were there before the cherokee were removed. Many people pretended to be cherokee and applied for the Guion-Miller payout just to try to steal money meant for cherokees - 2/3rds of the applicants were denied for having 0 proof of actual cherokee ancestry. [We even see lawyers advertising signing up for the Miller roll just to try to get free money.] And the myth even started in some families in the cherokee land lotteries, where the land stolen from us was raffled off, including the house and everything that was left behind when the cherokees were removed. We have seen people whose families just take these things stolen from the cherokee family and adopt them into their own family story, saying that they were cherokee themselves.
If you had some family story about being cherokee and you wanna have proof one way or the other, check out this Facebook group run by expert cherokee genealogists that do research for free. Just please read the rules fully and respect the researchers. They run thousands of people's ancestries a year and their average is only around 0.7% of lines they run actually end up having true cherokee ancestry.
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day 16
so instead of a drawing todays art is Babys First Embroidery
it will eventually be a patch for my Cool Patch Jacket once i get the border all filled in
it is in reference to the fact that i recently found out my state has a program that provides free naloxone to anybody who wants to carry it, no prescription necessary.
if you aren’t familiar, naloxone (brand name Narcan) is a medication that can be used to reverse an opioid overdose almost instantaneously in an emergency. in my state it is provided in the form of a nasal spray, but similar programs in other areas might offer auto-injectors, or other subcutaneous delivery methods.
BUT what i want to get across is that there are A LOT of these programs out there! if you’re curious, just google “free naloxone [your location]” and you might be able to get your hands on free or extremely reduced cost doses of naloxone to carry with you. most programs will train you how to administer the medication, and how to recognize signs of overdose.
harm reduction for drug users is important to me, regardless of who is using them, or for what purpose. and you can be part of that effort in your community SO easily by adding this to your first aid repertoire. it’s a bit like getting cpr certified! only literally so fast and cheap and easy like in my case i was in and out of the pharmacy in 15 minutes!!! you can literally save somebodys life with this, it is so so worth it.
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The owl house crew really went "this boy will keep his menacing cool first impression for one episode"
First entrance: Shoots out of water in a giant kickass fist after Eda says Luz could have gotten killed
Quotes: "That can still be arranged" while mask is literally steaming
Then the rest are:
Casually whistles the freaking show's theme on an errand run
Gets his ass rocketed away like team rocket
Accidentally falls off a rock ledge directly in front of the people he was spying on
Gets recognized by his annoying voice and then runs away only to get clowned on
Gets his sock stolen by some beast after failing to socialize with people his age then tries to run away from a 14 year old girl (I mean that's fair though in this context)
Gets his ass dragged down to the ground anyway and is literally bound up in vines terrified of middle schoolers (ok mostly the first one tho)
Walks out of the shadows intimidatingly (in his mind) in the most ugliest raggedy-assed lookin outfit ever and accidentally reveals his trash-pile home
Tries to look cool like the friends coming along was their idea but gets called the fuck out
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duff I need to complain to you about art rq.
Are you proud of your art? Like when you finish a drawing do you go "hell yeah, I drew that!" Because I can't seem to be proud of my art/artstyle and it's killing me UJGHHHHHHHHHH
a lot of the time, yeah! although i do often run into moments where i'm like "hrm.. this could've been better" i just slap it with an "oh well" and move on. i just think about what i could have done better and apply it to my next drawing.
when drawing, it's always good to not get hung up on art style. it's not something you should strive for, rather something that just develops naturally. i think artists, especially ones growing up in the 2016+ age, tend to focus too much on developing an art style rather than just Drawing. and having fun with it.
it also helps to not feel confined to an art style. recognizing that was a huge turning point for me, personally, because it allows me to draw whatever the hell i want however the hell i want. which eventually leads to improvement and feeling good about the end result!
this kind of turned into an anti artstyle rant but.. that's okay bc it's something i am passionate about i guess
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I sometimes tell people that “vocaloid is just a normal hyper-fixation, not a special interest” and then they come into my room and see my Hatsune Miku themed closet, tv, calendar and figures and just blankly stare at me
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I'm working on drawing all the original Empires Rulers!
I have a lot of thoughts on them and their stories so here's Shrub!
Gem and Fwhip
Lore Ramblings under the Cut!
Shrub Berry is the last surviving gnome. Before she became a survivor, she was a farmer’s daughter, the oldest of 10 children. Her life, before it fell apart, was humble. Shrub’s life was defined by routine. Wake up, help her mother with her youngest siblings, help her father on the farms, have dinner, and start again the next day. She wore clothes lovingly made by her aunts and learned about the local wildlife from her uncles. Her family always preached to her the importance of maintaining nature. To always thank her for her boundless gifts. Shrub was never one to pay attention, often questioning how important a relationship with nature could genuinely be (her mom would always pinch her chubby cheeks while insisting “she would understand one day” whenever she voiced a complaint). Shrub often felt her world was too small for her. She craved a change, and her wish came true when it all fell apart.
Shrub refused to believe that corruption had taken over her lands. She ignored all the signs at first and comforted herself with what was familiar. She built herself a village (a crude copy of her original home) and attempted to practice all the rituals her mother taught her. Gods, how she wished she paid more attention to the small routines of her home life. Shrub attempted to foster a relationship with nature, to cook the meals her siblings loved, and to farm the way her father had. She tried anything to reconnect with her lost culture, to ignore the swelling grief in her heart. Shrub was alone in a world that had become too big for her.
The Wolf Spirit grew up too soon. She was only a teen when she awoke, alone in an empty field. All attempts to replicate her routine had fallen short. What purpose did she have when all she could do was survive? It wasn’t until a wolf appeared at her doorstep, injured, that she would find a new purpose. She helped the wolf regain his strength, naming him after the moon. Lord of the Moon stuck with her, even once he was fully healed. Another wolf would poke its head into Shrub’s forest and Shrub would take care of it. Before she knew it Shrub had attracted an entire pack of wolves. Her respect for them summoned the Mother Wolf, the local spirit of her forest. The wolves became her new family. Despite how happy she was with the wolves, they did not stop the growing grief in her heart. A year after her escape, she finally broke down and allowed herself to grieve. She grieved for her family, her home, and for the fact that she was the last Gnome.
When the tears dried and the sniffles ceased, Shrub looked to the Moon and resolved herself to become stronger. When a familiar corruption came into the lands she refused to stand idly by. Under the guidance of The Mother Wolf, she trained. She learned the language of the wolves and the language of nature. She carved a wooden mask and sewed rudimentary leather armor. After her hair caught fire while traveling the Nether, she cut it off to prevent further incidents. Shrub was hardly seen around the Empires anymore. Instead, The Wolf Spirit made their name known throughout the kingdoms, stalking the woods with a large pack of wolves behind them. The Wolf Spirit hardly slept, but who needed sleep when her world was in danger again. She would see no rest until Xornoth was punished for what became of her people.
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