“Bedroom eyes” yeah man, hes a sleepy guy, the sleepiest guy in the world, takes a nap anywhere no problem, he also has neurodiverse in the head. You wish you were him.
Do you ever get a wave of nostalgia for a hyperfixation that’s never coming back with the same sort of melancholy with which you mourn a lost childhood friend
Like “you consumed my every waking moment for six entire months, and now I haven’t thought about you in years…I miss that passion”
My dad used to drive us around all the steel mills and refineries outside of Gary and Chicago when we were little. I have loved them ever since. I feel the same bliss as when I look at a beautiful castle.
It was supposed to be a basic bust. Get in, beat up the goons, alert the GCPD of the illegal goods, get out.
This bust wasn’t the same. The strange men in the white suits overwhelmed Nightwing and Red Hood and knocked them out. Nightwing woke up still in the warehouse. Red Hood however, was gone.
Red Hood didn’t know what these Ghost Investigation Ward guys wanted him for but a sinking feeling in his gut said that it wasn’t for anything good
Well…. THEY’RE fucked. *Distant Bat Kill Bill start blaring the second Nightwing utters the phrase “Jason’s gone” over the coms* I am sure Bruce is gonna be… just… Just SO CALM and reasonable about this. Very calm. Law abiding. Not involve every Kyptonian currently on the planet and half the JLA besides. It’s fiiiiiiiine >.>
*smash cut to Jason sitting beside Danny in a cell as alarms blare, the entire building under seige, calmly sipping a juice box as the emergency power is cut*
“Yeah so like I was saying, they’re a bit high strung… and kinda assholes… but they DO care. I give it like? Maaaaaybe fifteen more minutes tops.”
The GIW have gone and fucked up majorly now.
There will be nothing left of it once the Bats are done.
Jason wakes up with a jolt, finding himself trapped in what looks like a prison cell but all white and instead of bars it’s thick glass tinted green.
He curses when he remembers the guys in white, and feels a jolt of panic when he realizes they might’ve taken Nightwing too. He turns, only to see the cell is mostly empty except a human shaped lump curled in the corner.
Jason’s heart lurches as he catches a glimpse of familiar black hair and assumes the worst. He scrambled to his feet and over to who he thinks is his older brother when he notices a few differences. For one, this guy was smaller than Dick, wearing ratty jeans and a tshirt, and possibly a kid. Jason approaches cautiously, not wanting to scare the kid.
Hood had no idea what the guys in white were up to, or why they had a kid locked in a containment cell. Why would they take Red Hood and not Nightwing? Even the cell looked odd. It was powered with green lights that were bright as fuck, and Jason was pretty sure the rest of the cell would be easy enough to escape from. He could see a panel in the wall that would be easy to break into and back the locks on the door. He’d be fine. Jason just needed to assess the kid before he got them out of there.
“Hey, kid,”Jason said gently, reaching to nudge the kid, when as soon as he touched his shoulder the teen jerked awake, pressing himself back into the corner as tight as he could. The kid blinked back sleep, turning to face Jason only for them both to freeze.
Jason held back a shout of rage at the sight of a muzzle on the kid, heavy duty that needs some sort of unlocking remote or mechanism. His blood boiled with rage at the sight of it combined with the bruises and bags under his eyes. Blue eyes stared up at him in barely restrained fear until Jason remembered he was still wearing his hood.
Taking it off he sets it down next to him as he takes a seat in front of the kid. “Hey kiddo, I’m not gonna hurt you,” Jason continues. “I just woke up in here a bit ago, but I’m not sure where we’re at or why they want me. Are you okay? I’ve got some medical supplies in my belt if you’re injured.”
The kid stared at him a moment before nodding slowly. “Good,” Jason grinned, standing up and offering a hand to the scrawny kid. “You wanna get out of here?”
The kids eyes widened and he practically threw himself at Jason in his attempt to get up. Jason would laugh at the eagerness if it wasn’t so sad. How long has this kid been here? What were the guys in white doing to him? Why was he even here? He questioned. He really hoped there weren’t any other prisoners around.
Jason wasted no time getting the panel in the wall open and pulling and connecting wires. The kid stayed a few steps behind him, watching intently until the doors opened with a swish.
“Woah!” Jason exclaimed as he gently grasped the kid around the waist as he darted for the door. “You’re okay, we’re getting out, but if you run they’ll find us quicker. We gotta be stealthy alright? We’ll get out together, can you follow me?”
The kid looked frustrated but gave a nod to Jason as he slowly released the kid. Instead he took the kids cold hand and led him down the hall on silent feet. The kids footsteps were inaudible as they traversed down the hall. “Are there any other prisoners?” Jason asked, and the kid shook his head in the negative. Good, Jason thought.
They only came across two guys in white when they approached what looked like a garage. The kid had tensed, while Jason slammed into the guards, throwing a solid punch to each, rendering them unconscious on the ground. It was over in under a minute, and Jason quickly led the kid to one of the assault vehicles that looked the least conspicuous to be out around town.
The kid got into the passenger seat while Jason drove, and in no time they were on the road back to Gotham. “Alright kid, I know the muzzle isn’t great, but I’ve got stuff to remove it once we get back to my place,”Jason reassures, and the kids shoulders sink in relief. Jason was pretty sure B would find him first and demand he go to the cave, but right now the kid was his first priority.
Jason’s attention snapped to his right when he caught the kid making gestures. It wasn’t sign language, but the kid was pointing back to where they came, then to himself, and making the two connect. “They won’t be able to find you, kiddo, you’re safe with me,”Jason reassured, but the kid shook his head.
It took a minute for Jason to get it, but when he did his hands dig into the steering wheel. “They can track you?” Jason asked, and the teen nodded sadly. Jason sighed,”Alright, that’s fine, we can deal with that when we get to my place. Is it a tracker on you?”
The teen shook his head, gesturing to all of himself and Jason cursed. “The thing they’re tracking is you?” Jason clarified, receiving a sad nod in return. “Are you a meta?”
The teen winced, but raised a hand in a see saw motion. Jason wondered how the kid could be sort of meta, but didn’t push. The kid was drooping more and more, and there was about an hour before they even reached Gotham.
“Go ahead and rest kiddo, I’ll wake you up when we get there,”Jason offered, and while the kid gave him a suspicious look, it seemed exhaustion won out as the kid ended up leaning back and against the window anyway. Within minutes Jason saw the kid fast asleep.
He grimaced at the sight of the metal of the muzzle digging into the kids sleeping face, resolving to get that thing off him the first chance they get. He considered calling the bats, but his comm was broken and there wasn’t any kind of communication device in the car.
Jason let out a breath, eyes drifting to the sleeping teen. He hoped Bruce was open to adopt another kid. The teen even had the black hair and blue eyes, so Jason was sure B couldn’t say no.
the men in white never got a chance to track down Danny and Jason. They were too busy figuring out why, who they were being attacked by and how to get out of it.
Catching up with 01DP and 03RH was not their current priority
Addition: Plasmius is 00, but they don’t know who his human form is, only that he’s similar to Danny and Danielle. He’s 00 both because reports of ghost activity they later attribute to him predate Danny and Danielle’s first sightings, and because he’s the oldest of the group both in appearance and in actual age (not that the GIW know Vlad/Plasmius is actually older than the others). Since his human identity is unknown to them, the GIW consider Plasmius a target of opportunity to go after if they encounter him unexpectedly rather than hunting him as a priority. They don’t try very hard since he’s much more aggressive than the Phantoms.
Just an FYI for those in the US with insurance issues
Important information! Insurance coverage decisions are made by medically ignorant bean-counters. Until we can dismantle the whole shitty system, know how to scare them into submission.
This is like that procedure Mr. Incredible told that old lady
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[Image Description: Text: Medical Hack: So, your doctor ordered a test or treatment and your insurance company denied it. That is a typical cost saving method. Okay, here is what you do:
Call the insurance company and tell them you want to speak with the “HIPPA Compliance/Privacy Officer” (By federal law, they have to have one)
Then ask them for Names as well as Credentials of every person Accessing Your Record to make that decision of denial. By law you have a Right to that informantion.
They will almost always Reverse the Decision very shortly rather than admit that the committee is made of low paid H.S. Graduates, looking at all “criteria words,” making the decision to deny your care. Even in the rare case it is made by medical personel, it is unlikely that it is made by a board cerified doctor in that specialty and they Do Not Want You to Know This!
Any refusal should be reported to the U.S. Office of Civil Rights (OCR.gov) as a HIPPA violation. Description ends]
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I wonder if anyone has made a list like this regarding Medicare (federal run health insurance) and Medicaid (state run health insurance) because the process for challenging denials is absolutely different, but I’ve never known how to do it myself nor found a guide on how to.
percy jackson becoming a lawyer bc he has to fulfill his life’s mission, no matter how difficult or seemingly impossible it might feel: taking down his nemesis and ultimate enemy, Sea World
My favorite thing about Silo is how cozy everyone looks and how everyone just has really nice sweaters. Was the amount of knitwear written into the show (since the book was Wool) or was that fully a costume department decision?
just. the number of people who say if he was a god, percy would be the god of heroes and I get where you’re coming from, but it’s not heroes percy always tries his best to protect
if you look at where percy has had the biggest impact, it’s not on Heroes with a capital H, but the unclaimed. He made the gods claim all of their children–a mortal forced all gods into obeying.
That is something that would earn him a domain, beyond the gods just wanting him to have godhood so he’d stop being a threat.
honestly? the fact that with like. a handful of weeks of active sword training and not even hitting his growth spurt percy took down Ares, THE god of war, at 12 years old im gonna add god of swordfighting to the list bc if besting a god at something that really should be their own isn’t enough to wrest that away I don’t know what would
