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Good evening, friends, let me tell you some Secrets on how to argue like (and with) assholes. I’m writing this because I keep running into a particular asshole, and I need to stop engaging with them, and so this is an instruction sheet for myself as well as you guys.
First, try to avoid assholes; they don’t deserve your time and energy. But, if an Argument is unavoidable, here are a few tips on how to emerge unscathed.
Let go of the idea that you’re going to win.
You’re not gonna win. Nobody wins in an argument with an asshole. But, on the other hand, you can make them lose. You can deprive them of their entertainment and their triumph.
How???
Do not present your side of this debate.
This is so counter-intuitive for most of us who believe in things like, oh, science, or real facts, or the idea that real facts can be determined by science. Here’s a cool terrible thing about humans: certainty has nothing to do with facts. And when people are certain, that is when they become assholes.
When someone’s only goal is to win an argument, any real evidence or facts you give them is just ammunition for them to turn against you.
You will not convince them. So what should you be doing?
Destroy their arguments.
This is a thing of joy, because it’s what assholes are used to doing. They are, at heart, morons who don’t know how to construct, only how to destroy.
I used to be super emotional about arguments like this. I couldn’t think of anything to say while the other person ranted on about their horrifying bigotry. Now I’m a lawyer, and I’ve learned to weaponize my essentially nitpicky nature. For money.
So here are some easy tactics you can remember and deploy:
- Make them define the words they use. Nitpick the definitions.
- Turn questions back on them. If they ask you “why do you believe x”, ask them why they believe y. If they pull some “I asked first” shit, ask them why they’re afraid to defend their beliefs.
- Call them emotional. If possible, pick out specific emotions. This is especially devastating when you’re debating a man, as he will get more emotional as a result.
- “Why is that funny? I don’t get it.” Making people explain mean jokes can be a delight; they just wilt the more you question them about the underlying assumptions.
- Laugh at any especially dumb shit. Like they use some slogan or catchphrase that’s obviously untrue, due to science, or essentially ridiculous, like “we’ve made America great again,” and you just blurt out laughing. If they get mad, tell them – oh, so sorry, I’ll shut up, I’m giving you the floor to talk about your beliefs. I’m respecting you. This is a goddamn power move. It gives you the high ground, and also the implied control over the situation. The floor belongs to you, but you are yielding it to someone because you can.
- If they make an awkward exit, let them. Especially if they call the discussion “political.” It means they’re feeling attacked. Graciously allow them to retreat with their tail between their legs. If they storm off, allow them to do that too. Congratulations; you’ve ended the argument and you don’t have to deal with it anymore.
Basically: hand the asshole a shovel, and let ‘em dig. Relieve yourself of the burden to convince them they are wrong, and just sour their fun instead.
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Additionally, these are the tactics that assholes use, consciously or subconsciously, all the time. Recognize them. Once you know what they are, you can become immune to the intimidation and belittling tactics.
Good luck.
Over 30 people sent me ask requesting a sequel. I usually don’t do sequels. Its messy and rarely as good as the first. Hoepfully, you like this.
Tony just sighed at sight four kids and his robot picketing his workshop. Rhodey just looked overly pleased. The sun was had rose. He had just finished up for the day. Only to be met with… whatever the hell this was.
Honestly, he hadn’t thought they were serious. At least he didn’t think Peter was serious. Peter was the sweet one; 90 percent of time, he followed Tony’s rules to the letter, never giving too much problems.
…Harley, on the hand, liked to start shit.
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omg i am laughing so hard at the Miss Universe costume category
you got poland lookin nice
Namibia workin it
Costa Rica goin big, what did you expect
Haiti fuckin rockin it
Great Britain got damn
Switzerland hell yeah
and then
….Miss USA.
we had to be a fucking transformer
i need more of this plis !!
Marinette knew that Lila was determined to make this trip as bad as possible for her. She wasn't sure which angle she was going for, so whatever it was, it put the heroes of Paris on edge. Everyone else may be blind to Lila's shit, but at least her partner, Adrien, was on her side. She doesn't know how she would have survived these last two years without him.
Mlle. Bustier handed out all the key cards, Marinette rooming with Alya, Juleka with Rose, Mylene with Alix, Sabrina with Chloe, and Lila in the necessary single.
'That spells bad news for someone,' she thought.
Lila's face morphed into a fake sad and scared look.
"Mlle. Bustier," she started to blubber. "You put me by myself but I'm afraid of the dark. I don't think I can stay in a strange room all by myself."
Other than Marinette and Alix, all the girls faces took up a look of concern. Alya was the first to speak.
"Oh, Lila. That's ok! I can switch with you, and you can share with..." she trailed off when she saw Marinette's expression.
There was a few beats of silence. No one else offered their spot.
'Oh, great. That someone is me.'
"No, Alya, it's fine. I'll switch with Lila and you can room together," Marinette sighed.
"Marinette, that's so sweet of you!" Lila looked close to fake tears. She grabbed her and pulled her in for a hug, her finger tips purposely digging into the smaller girls shoulders. Lila hid her wicked smile in Marinette's hair. It was a good thing Marinette was facing away from the others, as she couldn't hide her face scrunching up with distaste at the sudden unwelcome hug.
First step, isolation, completed.
Lila pulled away just as quickly, not wanting to touch the girl she disliked so much for longer than she had to. After all, how else would she win everyone over but by pretending to love someone who didn't even like her.
As much as this was a win for Lila, it was also a win for Marinette, the one who actually sacrificed for a girl she didn't like. And everyone knew that she and Lila weren't friends. That just supported Adrien's "everyday Ladybug" phrase from Hero's Day two years back. All the students on the class shot her smiles and grateful looks. Especially Alix, who has been onto Lila for quite some time. She elbowed Kim and he gave her a light shove back.
Mlle. Bustier sighed deeply. She had suspected for a long while that Lila disliked Marinette, but she hadn't a clue why. Yes, Marinette had been quick to call her a liar at the beginning but nothing has really happened since. Plenty of time to improve their relationship. But teenage girls don't work like that. Instead of voicing her long held opinion, she instead led the group of teens into the hotel and towards the floor they all had their rooms on.
The hotel was lovely even though it contained a startling amount of white. Especially considering, based on what Marinette has seen, how dark the city itself is. It was like the entire city was going though its emo phase at once. Nothing like Paris, the city of lights.
'Gotham could be the city of gargoyles,' she thought dryly.
Adrien sped up to walk beside her. He looked at her with a slight smile.
"Sorry you had to give up your room with Alya," he spoke lowly. "I don't think anyone else would have done it in your position."
She shrugged.
"As class president I have to make sure everyone is taken care of, right?" she asked sarcastically.
Adrien snorted. He gave her a pat on the shoulder before falling back to walk with Nino to their room.
Marinette and Mlle. Bustier's rooms formed a cap on either end of their group. Lila and Alya were two doors down from her while Adrien and Nino were three doors down across the hall.
Taking her luggage in her left hand, she unlocked her room and pushed the door open. It was nice, she decided. Not too much but definitely not modest. Mr. Wayne was a billionaire after all.
"Mari," Alya called.
She poked her head back out her open door.
"I'll come visit when I get settled?" she offered.
"Sounds great!" Marinette called back.
Closing the door behind her so Tikki could come out, Marinette took a few steps into her room for the next three weeks. There was a lot of white, like the lobby, accented with blue paintings and lampshades in an attempt to bring the room together. A nice closet where she immediately hung up Alya's dress. She would pass it off to her best friend when she dropped by later. A bathtub with a glass door instead of a curtain. All around a decent room.
"That was nice of you to trade with Lila," Tikki broke the silence.
"Well, I'm certain if I hadn't she would have found a way to use it against me. You know how she is."
Tikki floated over and landed on her holders shoulder while Marinette folded Nino's pocket square. She would have made one for Adrien too, but his father had insisted he wear one if his designs to the gala. Less work for her, obviously, but it would have been nice for all her closest friends to be wearing something of hers.
"This is going to be a great trip, Marinette. I'm sure everyone will have a good time and it will all be thanks to you!" the tiny goddess praised.
She was filled with a warmth that only came when receiving compliments from someone who's opinions genuinely matter. As she was unpacking her clothing, she allowed her mind to wander. Her soulmate was here. On this side of the Atlantic. In this city.
"Do you think I'm going to meet him here, Tikki?"
"Your soulmate?" she asked.
Marinette nodded.
"I think so. The timing feels right," Tikki smiled to herself fondly.
"What?" she gave the kwamii a small poke.
Giggling, she shook her head.
"It's nothing. It's just I usually get taken up by a holder later in life. I don't usually get to see a Ladybug actually meet her soulmate!"
Marinette considered that for a moment before looking at the kwamii, now floating in front of her.
"Well, I'm glad you're here. I'd don't know what I'd do without you," her warm expression slowly devolved into a pensive one.
"What's wrong," Tikki asked.
"He's a Robin. A hero. He'll have a secret identity. What if... what if we meet but he doesn't want to see me? What if he doesn't want me to know who he is?"
Tikki blinked, uncertain of how to respond.
"I guess you'll just have to see," she tried.
"And what about me? I'm a hero too. Am I able to just... trust him right off? And what about Adrien? What would I tell him about all this? I trust him more than anything, but, can I even tell him who my soulmate really is?"
Her nervous ramblings were cut off by a knock at the door, reminding Marinette that she had been putting off even telling Alya she had a soulmate for two weeks. She was most likely going to be mad for keeping a secret of this magnitude. Especially since she told Adrien.
'Well maybe she doesn't need to know that I told Adrien.'
Opening the door, her expression remained neutral, lacking her usual bright smile at the sight of her friend.
"Girl, thank you so much for compromising with Lila about the rooms. I promise I'll make it up to you!" the auburn haired girl promised.
The smile slowly returned to Marinette's face, brightening up the whole room.
"It was no big deal, Alya. I was happy to help. Oh! I have your dress ready," she remembered.
She clasped her hands together and leaned forward, "Can I see?"
She swept Alya into the room, closing the door behind her. Reaching into the closet, she pulled out a completed floor length gown. It was orange. Not bright enough to be gaudy, but enough to draw attention to the person wearing it. It was sleeveless and high neck sewn with careful embroidery, MDC in careful script along the back of the collar.
The high neck was made up of a sweetheart neckline and a low back, covered over with a sheer chiffon connected to the collar. The hand sewn embroidery had a hidden motif of foxes playing concealed among the flowers and small crystals she had painstakingly added. You could only see them if you looked closely. Another layer of chiffon layered over the orange skirt to add to the swish. Enough Rena Rouge to make Nino smile, but not enough for anyone else to be suspicious.
Alya literally screamed.
"SHHHHH! Alya!" Marinette tried to shush her.
"You made this? Girl, it's so beautiful! I can't believe I get to wear an MDC Original to this gala!" Alya spun around.
Marinette shook her head and rolled her eyes.
"You've worn my stuff before."
"But that was before! Now you're a real fancy pants designer with a name and brand!" she gushed. "You are the BEST!"
Marinette carefully passed the dress over to her friend who immediately held it up and and turned toward the mirror across from the closet. Her face had a grateful smile spreading across it.
"Thank you so much, Mari," she whispered.
Marinette'r return smile faded when she remembered the important conversation she was meant to have with her best friend.
"Alya, can you sit for a minute?" she asked quietly.
The blogger sobered at the shorter girl's serious expression. She nodded and set the dress back in the closet to be collected when she left. Hopping up on Marinette's bed, she patted the sheets beside her, inviting her to sit on her own bed. That did not garner a smile like it usually would have. And Marinette did not sit.
Standing in front of where Alya was now seated, looked her friend in the eyes.
"Two weeks ago I switched bodies with my soulmate."
She paused, waiting for a reaction. Alya just sat there, eyes wide. Taking that as her cue to continue, Marinette kept going.
"I know from the language and time difference that he is from the Americas. I know that I will be meeting him at some point within the next year. All signs point to me meeting him in Gotham, much sooner than I had originally anticipated. But it could be anyone. I didn't get to see his face. But I know for a fact he has seen yours. And Adrien's and Nino's."
After she was through with her info dump, Alya just sat there for a moment, buffering. She blinked a few times to clear her thoughts.
"Two weeks... you mean your birthday? You've known you have a soulmate since your birthday and you didn't tell me?" Alya asked.
Marinette winced.
"Yes. I have. I'm sorry I didn't tell you... but I wanted to research and figure it out myself before I really told anyone else. It wasn't my intent to shut you out purposefully."
"Is that why you've been acting all weird? We haven't hung out and you've been super serious since your birthday," she accused.
She pressed her lips together.
"I believe so. From what I could gather on the bond, which frankly was not much, each person would begin to act more and more like their soulmate up until they meet. So... I guess there's a boy out there spazzing over everything and tripping up the stairs."
Alya held back a giggle. She was still mad. But not that mad. She was happy that her friend told her at all considering how stern and blunt she had been acting. Alya was afraid she had done something wrong to elicit this reaction out of the normally sweet girl. But apparently this was all her soulmate's doing. He must be an interesting character.
"So... what's the game plan?" she asked.
Smiling gratefully at her best friend, Marinette shrugged.
"I don't know. I guess I was hoping he would find me. I don't have a lot to go on about him. It was 6 am so I couldn't see where he goes to school or who his friends are. And... I think he has a brother? But... I didn't get a good look at his face," she stumbled over her half truth.
It felt like less and less truth came out of her mouth every day.
"Well, what do you have?" Alya twisted a piece of hair around her finger.
"Not much." 'A nickname and a secret identity.'
Alya squinted at her. "Well, that's not productive."
The young designer nodded.
"I know," she said in English.
Alya was taken aback for a moment before remembering where they were. Of course her soulmate would speak English if they lived in Gotham. She nodded thoughtfully.
"I guess it's a good thing one of us speaks English."
"It's a good thing my soulmate speaks French!" Mari shot back with a smirk.
Alya laughed before cutting off with a much darker look.
"Don't think you're off the hook for not telling me."
Marinette nodded, sheepish.
The smile returned and Alya jumped up, startling her best friend. She ran to the closet and pulled out the dress again.
"Come on. I wanna show Nino!"
"Oh, I have a tie for him to match!" she went to say, but Alya was already out the door.
Marinette grabbed Nino's gift as well as her room key before following Alya's excited pace down the hall. She knocked loudly on the door. Adrien answered. He perked up when he saw that it was them, and was almost bouncing when he saw what was in Alya's hands.
"Nino!" he called into the room.
"Yeah, dud- oh. Hey, dudettes!"
Alya gave Adrien a small poke to make him let her in. Marinette followed a few seconds later. She managed to lean in and inconspicuously whisper to her partner.
"If she says anything, act like you didn't know."
Adrien looked confused for a moment before realization dawned on his face. He nodded once. Meanwhile Alya was eagerly showing off her dress to her boyfriend, who was smiling along with her. He glanced over at the other two in the room. Catching his eye, Marinette held up his complementary tie and pocket square to go with Alya's dress. His smile widened.
"Babe, look! We get to match."
"Ooooooooh! Marinette, you are a goddess."
Marinette laughed.
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I decided to give my fic a name! So all new chapters will be under that from now on and I'm also gonna go back and add it to all the previous chapters. Just my little heads up in case any of yall were confused! 😊
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↳ Batgirl in DC Bombshells #74
It perfect !! 😘
nightwing?? bitch i mightwing
Powerpuff Girls was actually a show about a group of small children crushing the patriarchy and no one will convince me otherwise
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Because Padmé is the only fashion icon we need.
1. The “Negotiations with the Separatists” Dress:
2. The “Queen will not Approve” Outfit:
3. The “Space is Cold” Dress:
4. The “That’s Something I Cannot Do” Dress:
5. The “Vote of No Confidence” Dress:
6. The “I‘ve Decided to Go Back to Naboo” Dress:
7. The “I Welcome your Help” Dress:
8. The “I’m Queen Amidala” Outfit:
9. The “Peace Victory” Dress:
10. The “Cordé” Outfit:
11. The “Do you Have any Idea who’s Behind this Attack?” Dress:
12. The Coruscant White Nightgown:
13. The “Royal Senator” Dress:
14. The “I Don’t Like this Idea of Hiding” Dress:
15. The “You’ve Changed So Much” Dress:
16. The “Meeting with the Queen” Dress:
17. The “He’s not my Boyfriend” Dress:
A scene that never made it to final cut: Anakin and Padmé visit her family on Naboo.
18. The “I Love the Water” Dress:
19. The “You’re Making Fun of Me” Dress:
20. The “Dinner” Dress:
21. The “We’d Be Living a Lie” Dress:
22. The “Nightmare” Nightgown:
23. The “Tatooine” Cloak:
24. The “Greek Goddess” Outfit:
25. The “There are Things No one Can Fix” Dress:
26. The “I’m going to save Obi-Wan” Outfit:
27. The “Secret Wedding” Dress:
28. The Poster Dress:
This look never made it to the final cut of “Revenge of the Sith” and it was used for the poster only.
29. The “Ani, I’m pregnant” Dress:
30. The “Ani, I want to have our baby back home on Naboo” Nightgown:
31. The “We May Be on the Wrong Side” Dress:
32. The “I’m Not Going to Die in Childbirth, Ani” Dress:
33. The “Staring out the Window” Dress:
34. The “Attack on the Jedi Temple” Nightgown:
35. The “This is How Liberty Dies” Dress:
36. The “I don’t Believe You” Dress:
37. The “Anakin, You’re Breaking my Heart” Outfit:
38. The “Funeral” Dress:
Based off of Nightwing (2016) #43
Oh my god, I waited for this issue for MONTHS! I loved how everyone fought over which was the better bromance: DamiDick vs Roydick! Personally I believe the best bros will always be DamiDick, but then again I love Nightwing with everyone!
I knew right away Damian wouldn’t like Roy, lol! AHAHAHAAAA! This little boy hates every redhead that gets close to Dick. He guilt-tripped Barbara, beat up Jason, reminds Kory that Dick ain’t interested in her no more, killed Wally, and now he’s being a little savage towards Roy! AHAHAHAAAA, oh my gaaaawd!
So I made this funny comic of Damian “getting rid” of his competition.
Underneath it are clips from the comics where he was savage to the redheads.