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Discord was such a stroke of genius. Having John de Lancie come on and play a copyright-safe version of his character Q from Star Trek with all his powers intact as a two-parter villain was already insane. But bringing him back, reforming him and pairing him up with Fluttershy? Having her be the one who can bring him to heel time and time again, through her quiet no-nonsense demeanor? It's so amazing. It's so consistently good. Every time these two share a scene it's the best. Picard has nothing on Fluttershy.
Au where dick is always snippy with Jason when he’s wearing his helmet.
The second he takes it off? Normal big brother.
On? Irritated bastard.
Off? Best sibling you could ask for.
On? Constant glares and scowls.
When Jason finally gets fed up he confronts Dick about it. He’s shot people in front of his brother and gotten a better reaction than putting on the helmet does!
Dick had no idea he was doing it and mutters something about the helmet reminding him of deathstroke before he has to go run off to stop a robbery.
Too many of my neighbours have gotten themselves caught up in a false idea of success. White picket fences. Two-point-three-five children. A career that advances. All of these things are impossible now, for a variety of reasons that all rhyme with the sentence "rich people said no."
That's what we in the engineering world call "a constraint." Engineers are used to rich people getting upset about things like properly bolted-on fenders, fully-welded roll cages, and not having a big ol' hole in the side of the space shuttle. They want to hold onto as much of their ill-gotten blood money as possible. Your job is to subtly undermine them, working around the specific letter of their wording to implement the best shit possible. This is because everyone knows that if anything goes wrong, your ass is the one that's getting in trouble instead of Uncle Pennybags.
So, how do we make irrelevant the fact that the limitless promise of capitalism is, at best, an illusion? Getting real weird with it is my usual choice. Human creativity can come up with any number of totally unprofitable but somewhat enjoyable endeavours that you can be doing, instead of work for The Man.
Sure, they're gonna catch you and yell at you for doing things like "spot-welding together some reclaimed yard-lantern batteries on your company-approved ergonomic productivity pod's work-surface." Take heart: HR had to learn a whole lot of words to write up that complaint. They are irreversibly changed by that encounter. Maybe one day, the trauma will resurface in a strange way, and they'll start collecting old tractor tires, building a model train layout, or throwing tinfoil-wrapped rocks at the Amazon drones charging on the overhead power lines. That can be your legacy. Now isn't that a lot better than having to remember how to maintain a lawnmower?