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microsoft wordart maker (REALLY annoying to use on mobile)

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hot artists don't gatekeep

I've been resource gathering for YEARS so now I am going to share my dragons hoard

Floorplanner. Design and furnish a house for you to use for having a consistent background in your comic or anything! Free, you need an account, easy to use, and you can save multiple houses.

Comparing Heights. Input the heights of characters to see what the different is between them. Great for keeping consistency. Free.

Magma. Draw online with friends in real time. Great for practice or hanging out. Free, paid plan available, account preferred.

Smithsonian Open Access. Loads of free images. Free.

SketchDaily. Lots of pose references, massive library, is set on a timer so you can practice quick figure drawing. Free.

SculptGL. A sculpting tool which I am yet to master, but you should be able to make whatever 3d object you like with it. free.

Pexels. Free stock images. And the search engine is actually pretty good at pulling up what you want.

Figurosity. Great pose references, diverse body types, lots of "how to draw" videos directly on the site, the models are 3d and you can rotate the angle, but you can't make custom poses or edit body proportions. Free, account option, paid plans available.

Line of Action. More drawing references, this one also has a focus on expressions, hands/feet, animals, landscapes. Free.

Animal Photo. You pose a 3d skull model and select an animal species, and they give you a bunch of photo references for that animal at that angle. Super handy. Free.

Height Weight Chart. You ever see an OC listed as having a certain weight but then they look Wildly different than the number suggests? Well here's a site to avoid that! It shows real people at different weights and heights to give you a better idea of what these abstract numbers all look like. Free to use.

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kerfuffle

summary: barry is late for work, again. he accidently bumps into you on the way and asks you out for coffee as an apology, could this lead to something more? (fluff) (385 wrds) (m.list here !!)

notes: kinda wrote this in one sitting, so my bad for any grammar mistakes 😭 reader's pronouns aren't mentioned, tried to make this as inclusive as possible <3

barry like the dumbo he is slept through his alarm yet again! for someone who can run around the world in like 30 seconds, he’s still surprised that he’s late for work all the time! with only 20 minutes to spare he washes up quickly, gets dressed and heads out the door in a kerfuffle. getting off the train and exiting the station onto the street, he starts ruffling through his bag making sure he didn’t forget anything while rushing to make it out the door on time. while he’s looking for his phone charger, BAM, he bumps into someone. embarrassed and concerned he starts apologizing immediately.

“I am so, so sorry, i wasn’t looking where i was going and-” 

looking up from his bag to see who he actually bumped into, barry’s mouth goes dry immediately. the person standing in front of him was everything he could want, standing in front of him in the flesh. from your eye colour to your height, EVERYTHING was his ideal, something that would only show up in his dreams (talk about luck am i right 😏). 

“oh no it’s alright, don’t worry about it!”

not only were you a walking supermodel, but your voice and light laughter was delightful, a sound that made barry’s heart sing with longing and warmth, a feeling that made his hands clammy and voice get stuck in his throat. was he always this awkward when he met someone?? no that can’t be true, this is different.

“yeah i am so sorry, do you think you would uh, like to grab a coffee with me as an apology? my treat for bumping into you!”

“oh no you don’t have to, you really don’t!”

“no please, i insist!”

“alright…” you say with humor in your voice, “i’ll meet you around…?”

“does 3pm tomorrow work for you?”

“oh yeah for sure!” 

feeling a wave of relief wash over him, barry quickly asks you for your name, feeling dumb for not asking you sooner.

“it’s y/n, and yours is-”

“-barry. barry allen.”

both of you stand in silence for a few beats, taking in each other and thinking about the next day. with soft blushes and trembling fingers the both of you exchange contact info and head your separate ways, excited for what’s to come.

hope y'all enjoyed, this was so fun to write but my writing skills are kinda mid so any constructive criticism is appreciated !!

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quick, someone ask me if i just spent the past however many weeks working on a google slides project in which i catalogued every single canon batkid nickname i could find WITH comic sources for every panel even though i have finals to study for, essays to write, and fics to work on 

BECAUSE THE ANSWER IS YES

and there are about a million more slides showing the random canon nicknames i found while also addressing popular fanon nicknames that are misconstrued as canon, so PLEASE use this slideshow as a resource because i spent too much time on this thing for it to go to waste 

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JUSTICE LEAGUE AS GIRL PARENTS.

characters written about in this piece : bruce wayne, clark kent, diana prince, barry allen, oliver queen

note : when i tell you this is the cutest freaking idea

BRUCE WAYNE.

when she's first born, bruce holds his little girl like he's got the whole world in his hands; so delicate, he can morph it however he wants — but he knows she's his first chance to not mess up. he has had adopted sons and daughters, but this daughter is his. like damian, she shares the wayne name. he's just in awe, wrapped completely around her fingers. don't leave him alone with her for too long, because he WILL sit down and have a tea party with all her stuffies and get insanely immersed in it. when she begins to ask for things, he'll get them in an instant, but will still be conscious as to not raise a spoiled child so he'll hold back for a few days or weeks.... and then bam !! "i have a surprise for you, my little dolly" and she just comes in super nervous but excited, and he's got the stuffed kitty cat she saw in a shop window the other day

CLARK KENT.

please don't even get me started. clark would be so emotional because what do you mean this is his own flesh and blood ??? he's come so far from his home planet, and it feels so real that he's having a daughter. because of this he would feel she is just god sent, and treat her as if she was. he's a very soft man with his daughter, never too harsh or loud, never heavy-handed. his daughter deserves the very best, the very kindest version of him. he's the dad that lets his face be used as a canvas for makeup or face paint (and he wouldn't rather be anywhere else, he's quite happy his face being used for the sake of art). for the times his partner isn't around, he also learns how to do his daughter's hair because he thinks it's important she can be happy with how she looks even when it's with him... but he's not very good anyway

DIANA PRINCE.

oh when i say she would be the best girl mum. she grew up surrounded by women, she has a natural instinct for these things, to be nurturing but not over-protective; loving but not smothering. she'd want her daughter to learn things on her own, like the consequences of her actions and be a little tough love like that, but other than that, diana would be the best play buddy. she's super active so she'd have no problem giving her partner a bit of childcare break; maybe the 2 am wake-ups are a bit of a nuisance, but diana can handle it best. knowing her own strength, she would be so so careful with her little girl, wanting her to know only a kind hand.

BARRY ALLEN.

such a dad joke type. does the whole "hi hungry i'm dad" almost every time, but then he almost got a kitchen knife thrown at him once so he stopped. i think when his daughter is first born he's quite nervous, because he's a man, he doesn't know the first thing about being a woman and doesn't want to mess his daughter up for it. soon he learns it's not so difficult, but it's definitely on his mind as she gets older. barry is the definition of dad music, like he gets her into all these bands he grew up with, and gets her into his generation's films,, and he would take her out and get her to experience the world. it also helps that he's the fastest man in the world, so he could take her anywhere anytime she likes. would never miss a dance recital or band performance, or sports game, depending on any extra-curricular activity she does,, but i just know he'd be the best supportive dad.

OLIVER QUEEN.

ollie is a confident man, but even he feels a wave of nerves at the birth of his daughter. he wants to be perfect, a role model; but, now with this bundle of heart in his hands, he begins to second-guess himself, wonder if he can even do it. at times i think he could be distant in his doubts, but when he's present, holding her hand as she walks on half-walls, tying her hair back when eating messy food or finger painting, he's the best dad a little girl could ask for. i could see him being slightly over protective as she gets older, especially with boys or with bullies or bad friends. he'd never do anything she didn't want him to, but trust me ollie would have no issue having a go at someone who hurts the one he's most proud of. gives the best hugs and, with a squeeze on the shoulder, reminds her she's all he lives for.

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take the reins

you've dug too deep, but there doesn't seem to be a downside to that.

batfam x reader

wc: 1382

a/n: i started watching mr. robot (plz no spoilers im literally on the 3rd episode) and fell in love with it and .. started thinking !!!.. & this is lowkey set up like the start of a series, but i'll see how it goes considering i have nothing plannef at all. .. pls do send asks about this story and this reader since i would love love love to expand on it hehe

It was as if time had stopped for a moment.

You found out a lot of secrets. Secrets that can put people behind bars. What do you do with those? Send in an anonymous tip to the rare non corrupt cop, of course. You like to think of it as being a non-violent vigilante. Instead of running around Gotham in a costume and beating the bad guys within an inch of their life, you sit comfortably behind your computer screen and dig.

You dig for anything and everything you can find on everyone you encounter. Why? Maybe it's the unrelenting feeling of needing control, or the fear of simply not knowing.

By breaking something down to its source code, you're baring it all; the rights, the wrongs, everything that makes or breaks you. You won't get caught off guard if you just know how something— someone works.

Sometimes, you find nothing noteworthy. Your neighbor in 405, for example. The first time you had passed her, she sneered at you. That was good enough reason to hack her.

The woman at 405 is Emma Davis, aged 35, 5'7, date of birth: May 15th. Studied at NYU, worked a desk job at some company in Star City before getting relocated to Gotham. Yeah, I wouldn't be ecstatic either. Brings home a different person every week. Occasionally smokes weed. Also your occasional hook up. Don't make decisions while intoxicated.

Emma Davis is just a run of the mill office worker, with the same vices as most people. Nobody special.

But this? This could get you in serious shit, if you aren't in for it already.

Bruce Wayne, date of birth: February 19th, 6'2, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, adoptive father of multiple children, and... crime fighting vigilante at night.

Bruce Wayne is Batman.

It wasn't hard to connect the dots after uncovering the man behind the cowl; you figured all his children were Robins at one point. Even the dead one. Except the dead one isn't really dead, is he?

Richard Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne— all crime fighting vigilantes. What a family. You wonder who else you can unmask.

Fuck, you need to go home. Doing this at a coffee shop was a mistake, but damn it, their connection was fast. Too many people, too great a chance of a breakdown.

Close all the tabs, all the windows, scrub yourself clean of all evidence of intrusion. Don't leave a trace.

Shut down the laptop. Leave.

The sun is still out, they wouldn't be around yet. Everyone knows they all work at the dead of night.

You drown out the meaningless conversations around you, and you're on autopilot, heading to the apartment that you call home.

<>

The Waynes pride themselves on their secrecy. Hiding their vigilante alter egos behind carefully crafted lies. They built walls as tall as the buildings with Bruce's name plastered across the front.

It was a little too late when Alfred Pennyworth received an alert from the Batcomputer. Alfred sent all the vigilantes a message, and they came running in. After all, a security breach is detrimental to all of them.

The butler found a location, The Last Drop. A café right in the middle of the city.

Bruce looked through all of the files, recordings, reports— everything. The hacker didn't take anything, and didn't make copies. He deduced that whoever it was simply read.

That's no good either. Someone out there is aware of who they are, who the man under the mask is.

"Alfred, pull up CCTV footage at The Last Drop at the time of the hack."

On the screen were the grainy videos of the café, with at least 6 different angles. It was fairly crowded, filled with busybodies coming and going through the door. With 7 people on their laptops, they could narrow down the search for the culprit. But not by much.

Until two figures left the café at the same time, approximately a few minutes after the breach, but neither of them were sitting next to each other.

It was one or the other.

Tyler Hess, banker. Went to school in the city, stayed in the city. Clean records, comes from an upper middle class family. Nothing of note.

[Y/N] [L/N], cybersecurity engineer at LabyrinthTech, and one of the more favored employees. Born and raised in Gotham, graduated college a year early, and by all accounts, highly intelligent. Clean records, but skilled enough to be the one behind the hack.

"Well, I think we found our suspect. What're you gonna do about it?" Jason bristled, apprehensive that this person knew all about him.

"'You'? What, you've got your own plan?" Dick retorted.

"Maybe. Not like I'm gonna hurt the little thing," he spat. It was invasive enough that you'd hacked into their records, he thinks a little scare is warranted.

Bruce interrupted, "No, I'll deal with this. They accessed our data for a reason."

<>

It was inevitable that one of them was gonna pay you a visit tonight.

After locking yourself in the apartment, you figured a quick nap would be a good distraction from it. And it was, for a couple hours. Upon waking, you walked into the living room and lo and behold, vengeance himself was standing in your apartment.

"Can't say I didn't expect this, really," you spoke carefully, avoiding his gaze.

He grunted, "Then you know why I'm here. Why'd you do it? What do you gain from figuring out our identities?"

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a shadow moving across your window.

"Nothing. I just got curious. All billionaires are shady, and they're all hiding something. You were, by far, the most suspicious," you let out a breath. "Don't worry, that's not what anyone else thinks, at least not anyone that can do what I do,"

You hear another voice joining the conversation.

"Do what? Invade people's privacy? You should really be careful where you stick your nose in, hacker."

If looks could kill, you'd be dead ten times over. God, this guy's intense even through that helmet.

Jason Todd, aka Red Hood, date of birth: August 16th, date of death: April 27th, 6'0, occasional smoker, former Robin. Likes pot roast.

Batman— no, Bruce Wayne interjected, "Suspicious?"

"Might just be me, but I found it hard to believe the richest man in the world would be throwing so much money into this dump of a city without an ulterior motive," you look at one of the ears on his cowl, it was almost cute, "Every other rich guy did. Whatever money they put out, it came back to them ten times bigger. Nobody really felt for this city."

That was your angle? The two men went still at your somber admittance. Sure, Gotham wasn't the best city, but that's why they did what they did, wasn't it? They had the slightest urge to show you that they really did care. And perhaps show off a bit.

Jason shifted, "You did it because of a gut feeling?"

You shrugged, "It was right, wasn't it? Something was up, just not... in the way I expected,"

It wasn't everyday you uncover a vigilante that turned out to be Gotham's beloved billionaire.

"Anyway, congratulations on not being an entirely bad guy. 'm not gonna tell anyone," you murmured, "not like anyone's gonna believe me,"

You see Red Hood look at Batman, a silent conversation was, no doubt, occurring.

The two vigilantes head for your window— do these guys ever use the front door?

Bruce turns to you, "Try not to do it again,"

"No promises," you huffed. "But your defenses could use some work. Comms, body cams, and other recorded footage— they were just there."

Red Hood's helmet glinted as he tilted his head at you. You shivered.

"Right, won't do it again," and that was that.

It was like they were never here.

What a night.

<>

You scrutinized the letter in your hands.

A job offer for a position you've never interviewed for. At Wayne Enterprises.

Batman works quick, that's for sure.

The pay was good, very good. You reckon there wasn't a single complaint about that.

Hm, they're making sure you're under their watch. If you were a threat, you'd be easier to keep an eye on. Easier to control.

You weren't one to give up control, but potentially having access to the city’s… well, everything, was something too tempting to give up.

Looks like LabyrinthTech was losing their best employee.

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JUST THE ALCOHOL TALKING.

— certainly a confession.

summary : after a casual night of drinks, you're alone with your friend wally, and it seems like there's something he's got to say...

yet again wally west had outdone himself.

sometimes kids just want to be kids, and spend their days off playing drinking games; but sometimes wally can't handle his alcohol, or might drink too much of what's offered. a normal reaction would be to get annoyed, but everyone's used to his antics now.

whilst a cool night breeze whipped in through the open window, of which everyone else had squeezed through for a smoke break or fresh air (which don't normally go well together), you remained by wally's side as his eyelids lowered and rose sleepily over his green irises.

he's not the only one fighting sleep; you hadn't drank too much tonight, but last night's patrol had taken a lot out of you — but who were you to decline hanging out with your friends?

you gave a sniff as the show on the television went to another commerical break — there are too many of those nowadays — and leaned forward to swipe the tv remote from the empty beer can-spattered coffee table.

as your back hit the plush cushions once again, an arm extended to point the remote at the screen, something ghostly began blazing into your side; a presence, a watcher.

the show switched as you pressed down a channel, but you glanced over to your right, to find a limp, down-pulled set of eyelids fluttering at you, and the sound from the television became mere background noise.

sure, wally was drunk — the drunkest of everybody tonight by far — but something in the way he peered lazily up at you caused your stomach to quiver.

hey— no, he's drunk, don't think like that.

"what you looking at, big guy?" you teased, tearing your eyes away from him for the moment to change the channel again.

but you hadn't expected him to actually reply; him with his slowly rising and falling chest, him with his limp neck lulling as it rested on the back of the couch, him with one arm stretched lazily, fingers inches away from brushing the nape of your neck.

"you," wally breathed heavily, shifting onto his side to look up at you. "and there are two of you so that makes it better."

even as you attempted to laugh it off, that fluttering in your stomach returned, and you only looked back at the tv screen as you flicked on another channel.

you thought that would be the end of it; he's been managing to stay awake the past three hours in this state, surely he'd nod off now. surely...

"i dunno if it's the alcohol talking," he began, words slurred and sluggish, tilting even more so to face you, one of his legs coming up lazily to tuck against himself, the other remaining outstretched. "but i really, really like you."

oxygen hitched in your throat, suddenly unable to pass through your nostrils, nor go back down to your lungs. your mouth hung slightly open, eyes glued to the scene of patrick verona bugging kat stratford at her soccer practice that you'd coincidentally flipped on to.

this had to be the alcohol talking — wally west didn't like you.

you liked him. he couldn't like you.

that's just... not how it would work.

your heart fluttered with every childish laugh he gave at every immature joke he made. your eyes always found his vibrant toss of red hair in a crowd, no matter how large. your fingers always flinched towards him if he got too close, before you pulled yourself away from him completely.

he could never see you like that; you knew him, he just didn't do that.

even as your stare stayed stuck on the movie ahead, his tired eyes still burned holes in your flesh, turned the whole right side of your body fuzzy.

"i'm sorry," he hiccupped from beside you, moving away, the warmth radiating from his fingers at the nape of your neck dissipating. "i shouldn't... burden you. with this."

"hey, hey—"

before you could stop yourself, you were reaching out for him again, your palm finding his forearm and your fingers taking it carefully, but firm enough to halt him in his movements.

lips parted, eyebrows raising although his lids stayed hung low, wally stared up at you.

"sorry," you muttered, grip relaxing. "but, no, it's okay. you can... you can stay. we can just– talk about this in the morning, okay?"

nodding slowly, wally carefully rolled back beside you, although his shoulder was pressed against yours now.

"if you can remember it."

his head craned up to look at you, a lazy offense upon his features. "hey, i'll— i'll remember it. i'll remember it..."

but now as he lay beside you, body against body, you felt his bones slacken, and his weight began to fall against you, until his head was pressed right in the crook of your neck.

please, god, let him remember.

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happy last same year as it was yesterday 2024 tuesday

todays the only/last day you can reblog this lol

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Star Trek: Deep Space Nine "Past Tense, Pt. 1"

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STARSTRUCK

Hal Jordan x Child! Reader x Carol Ferris (PLATONIC)

Hal meets his child.

WARNING(S): Explicit language, carol and hal argue kinda toxicly, hal is accidentally a deadbeat dad

A/N: No use of Y/N; Reader is called "Comet," and is stated to look similar to Hal.

Carol hadn't been answering his calls. Sure, they weren't on the best terms, and Carol certainly didn't owe him an answer, but she was never one to ignore his calls. If she was pissed at him, she'd usually tell him, whether in person or through text, that she didn't want to talk, and he would respect that and leave her alone. But Carol apparently hadn't seen any of his texts or missed calls, and he could admit he was a little worried.

He knew Carol could take care of herself, and their relationship had long since ended, but he still cared about her enough to notice the odd behavior. Maybe he was overreacting, or maybe Carol was in real danger, and he was sitting on his ass in his shitty apartment doing nothing about it.

He stared at his phone, pondering his options. The sanest choice would be to wait until the next day and meet her at work, then he could panic if she didn't show up... But what if she was hurt? What if she needed him and he wasn't there?

"Damn it," he muttered, powering on his ring and soaring out the door.

The trip to her house was a short one, Green Lanterns were able to cross space in record time; flying across Coast City was no problem. He landed on her doorstep, rapping his knuckles on the door a couple times. He waited a few moments, his hand reaching up to bang on the door again before it swung open. A young kid, no older than ten, stood in the doorway, a grumpy expression on their face.

Hal was taken aback by their appearance. It was like looking into a mirror, well, a mirror that de-aged you by a few decades, but a mirror nonetheless.

He was startled out of his stupor by the little one speaking up. "Are ya gonna say anything, or are ya just gonna stand there and gawk, Mr. Lantern?"

"Uh, is Carol here?" He forced out, his eyes wide.

Their glare turned accusatory as they pushed their hair out of their face with the back of their hand. "Why'd'ya wanna know?"

"She hasn't answered my calls," he spoke. He figured there was no point hiding the truth from his mini-me if he wanted an answer out of them. "I just wanted to check in on her."

"She's sick," the kid stated. "Why'd you care, Mr. Lantern?"

Right, he was still in costume, shit.

"I saved her a few years back and I still check on her from time to time. She usually texts me back, but she didn't this time."

"Uh-huh," they nodded, clearly not believing him. "Look, Mama said not to talk to strangers, bye."

They tried to close the door but were stopped by Hal's foot.

"Kid, I just wanna know if she's okay," he sighed, holding the door so they couldn't slam it in his face. "Can I, at least, talk to her?"

They crossed their arms, looking peeved as they snarked, "I dunno, can you?"

Their argument was interrupted by a familiar voice shouting from the other room, "Comet, I thought I told you not to open the door for strangers!"

Carol rounded the corner, looking like death. She marched up to the kid (Comet?), ignoring him as she placed her hands on her hips. Comet looked sheepish, rubbing their arm as they gestured to Hal.

"It's not a stranger, it's Green Lantern."

Hal almost snarked that Comet had just called him a stranger, but the quip died in his throat as Carol rounded on him. He instinctively rubbed the back of his neck as he withered under her gaze.

"Sweetheart, can you go to your room? I need to talk about grown-up stuff with Green Lantern."

The kid looked curious but wisely kept their mouth shut and slunk off to their room, sending a glare over their shoulder at Hal. Once their bedroom door was shut, Carol pushed Hal out of the way as she stepped outside, slamming the door behind her.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed, her eyes narrowed like a cat's.

He took in her pale complexion and the way her hands trembled a bit. Getting on Carol's bad side when she was healthy was bad enough, when she was grumpy and sick, however, was a whole other ballpark.

"You weren't answering my calls," he started, trying to keep his voice even as his temper began to bubble over. "I thought something happened to you."

"Well, thanks for your concern, Jordan, but I'm fine. Is that all?"

"No, it's not!" He exclaimed, his arms leaving his side to gesture behind Carol.

Said woman quirked a brow as if to ask him what he meant.

"That kid in there... Comet. Are they-"

"Yours? Yeah," Carol confirmed, crossing her arms. "Why?"

"Why?!" Hal shouted in disbelief. "Are you serious? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you were dead." Carol snapped. "And then you were the Spectre, and by the time you were back, I figured I could raise them on my own."

"Carol, what the fuck?! I know we aren't on the best terms, but keeping my own kid away from me? That's low."

"I already told you why-"

"Because I was dead, yeah, but I've been back for fucking months! You've had plenty of time to tell me!"

"I didn't want to tell you!"

"Why?!"

"Because I didn't want you to hurt them!"

The statement hung in the air like smoke after a wildfire. Which was fitting, considering how hard it felt to breathe.

"Carol, I would never hurt my- ...our kid." He choked out.

"You said the same thing about me."

That seemed to reignite his temper, his brows furrowing. "So, what, you lied to me because you were afraid of something I might do?!"

"Yes, I did, because I couldn't take that fucking chance!" Carol growled. "You'd understand if you were a parent-"

"Don't fucking pull that bullshit on me, Carol. I might not have been able to raise them, but I know what it's like to take care of a kid."

"Do you? Do you, really, Jordan? You may have taken Roy and Helen in, but the first chance you got, you pawned them off to someone else! You might enjoy feeling responsible for them for a few weeks, hell, maybe even a few months, but, soon, you're going to get tired of the routine, and you're gonna leave me to pick up the pieces, again!"

He looked at Carol in disbelief. He opened his mouth to argue more but stopped as something behind Carol caught his eye. Two wide eyes stared at the bickering couple from the window.

Hal cursed, seizing Carol's attention, both of them realizing the mistake they just made. Hal stood awkwardly as Carol stepped inside, closing the door behind her. He stayed there for a few minutes, wondering if he should just leave before banishing that thought. He had already missed out on, what, ten years of this kid's life? There was no way in hell he was leaving them now. Even if he had to fight Carol to stay.

Just as he began to think he might have to bust through the door to see his kid, it opened again. Carol somehow looked even more haggard than before, her eyes red and puffy.

"They want to talk to you."

Now, that surprised him. He assumed they would want nothing to do with him considering, though accidental, he was a deadbeat they didn't even know.

Carol stepped aside, jerking her head toward the kid's room. He nodded wordlessly, deciding to power down his ring to greet them properly. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his bomber jacket, cautiously approaching the kid. They were sat on their bed, staring at their bare feet. They didn't acknowledge him sitting next to them, only bringing their knees up to their chest.

"I know this must be weird," he started, keeping his voice low and friendly. "Green Lantern shows up asking for your mom and turns out, hey, he's your dad! That must be pretty jarring."

It was silent for a few moments before they spoke up, their tone completely different from before.

"Mama said you didn't know 'bout me."

He waited for them to continue. When they didn't, he affirmed, "I didn't."

"She said you were in space doin' Lantern stuff, so she couldn't tell you, but you can't've stayed in space for nine years... There's no food up there."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I wasn't in space for nine years. I had some adult stuff I had to deal with, but I've been back on Earth for a while now."

"Why didn't Mama tell you 'bout me, then?"

Hal took in a deep breath. "Your mother and I haven't had the best relationship. She was worried about... me not being a good dad to you."

"Do you have other kids?"

Hal shook his head.

"Then how would she know that you'd be a bad dad?"

"She... wasn't sure if I wanted to be a dad, and since she wanted to protect you, she kept you a secret."

They seemed to mull it over, letting out a sigh that made them sound older than they were and leaning back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Ya know, there's these kids at school who always make fun of me for not having a dad. I can't wait to see the looks on their faces when I tell them that my dad's Green Lantern."

He laughed at that, nudging them with his knee. "I don't think Spooky would be too fond of that idea."

"Spooky?" They questioned, continuing before he could clarify. "Why'd'ya care about what Batman thinks?"

"I don't!"

"...So, does that mean I can tell them?"

"It's called a secret identity for a reason, kiddo."

"Lame." They stuck their tongue out at him. He returned the favor, making them giggle. "Okay, no sayin' you're GL, but can you walk me to school tomorrow? They're not gonna believe me unless you're there."

He almost agreed, then remembered that he might be overstepping Carol's boundaries.

"You're gonna have to ask your mom, kiddo."

They sent him a cheeky smile that he could tell only promised trouble. "Oh, don't worry; she's not gonna say no."

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AND Klingon opera. Thank you Odo for reminding me about Klingon opera.

Watching the episode where Worf is teaching Alexander about Klingon culture by taking him to the festival on the outpost and it’s like. Klingons are LARPers. They perform batleth fights in between musical numbers.

Added to the knowledge that Klingon females roar and throw things pre-mating whilst the males read love poetry is really interesting.

The duality of species.

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Watching the episode where Worf is teaching Alexander about Klingon culture by taking him to the festival on the outpost and it’s like. Klingons are LARPers. They perform batleth fights in between musical numbers.

Added to the knowledge that Klingon females roar and throw things pre-mating whilst the males read love poetry is really interesting.

The duality of species.

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100 Dialogue Tags You Can Use Instead of “Said”

For the writers struggling to rid themselves of the classic ‘said’. Some are repeated in different categories since they fit multiple ones (but those are counted once so it adds up to 100 new words). 

1. Neutral Tags 

Straightforward and unobtrusive dialogue tags: 

Added, Replied, Stated, Remarked, Responded, Observed, Acknowledged, Commented, Noted, Voiced, Expressed, Shared, Answered, Mentioned, Declared.

2. Questioning Tags 

Curious, interrogative dialogue tags:

Asked, Queried, Wondered, Probed, Inquired, Requested, Pondered, Demanded, Challenged, Interjected, Investigated, Countered, Snapped, Pleaded, Insisted.

3. Emotive Tags 

Emotional dialogue tags:

Exclaimed, Shouted, Sobbed, Whispered, Cried, Hissed, Gasped, Laughed, Screamed, Stammered, Wailed, Murmured, Snarled, Choked, Barked.

4. Descriptive Tags 

Insightful, tonal dialogue tags: 

Muttered, Mumbled, Yelled, Uttered, Roared, Bellowed, Drawled, Spoke, Shrieked, Boomed, Snapped, Groaned, Rasped, Purred, Croaked.

5. Action-Oriented Tags 

Movement-based dialogue tags: 

Announced, Admitted, Interrupted, Joked, Suggested, Offered, Explained, Repeated, Advised, Warned, Agreed, Confirmed, Ordered, Reassured, Stated.

6. Conflict Tags 

Argumentative, defiant dialogue tags:

Argued, Snapped, Retorted, Rebuked, Disputed, Objected, Contested, Barked, Protested, Countered, Growled, Scoffed, Sneered, Challenged, Huffed.

7. Agreement Tags 

Understanding, compliant dialogue tags: 

Agreed, Assented, Nodded, Confirmed, Replied, Conceded, Acknowledged, Accepted, Affirmed, Yielded, Supported, Echoed, Consented, Promised, Concurred.

8. Disagreement Tags 

Resistant, defiant dialogue tags: 

Denied, Disagreed, Refused, Argued, Contradicted, Insisted, Protested, Objected, Rejected, Declined, Countered, Challenged, Snubbed, Dismissed, Rebuked.

9. Confused Tags 

Hesitant, uncertain dialogue tags:

Stammered, Hesitated, Fumbled, Babbled, Mumbled, Faltered, Stumbled, Wondered, Pondered, Stuttered, Blurted, Doubted, Confessed, Vacillated.

10. Surprise Tags

Shock-inducing dialogue tags:

Gasped, Stunned, Exclaimed, Blurted, Wondered, Staggered, Marvelled, Breathed, Recoiled, Jumped, Yelped, Shrieked, Stammered.

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Writing Notes & References

Alchemy ⚜ Antidote to Anxiety ⚜ Attachment ⚜ Autopsy

Art: Elements ⚜ Principles ⚜ Photographs ⚜ Watercolour

Children ⚜ Children's Dialogue ⚜ Childhood Bilingualism

Character Quirks ⚜ Cruise Ships ⚜ Dystopian World

Culture ⚜ Culture Shock ⚜ Ethnocentrism & Cultural Relativism

Emotions: Anger ⚜ Fear ⚜ Happiness ⚜ Sadness

Emotional Intelligence ⚜ Genius (Giftedness)

Facial Expressions ⚜ Laughter & Humour ⚜ Swearing & Taboo

Fantasy Creatures ⚜ Literary & Character Tropes

Fight Scenes Part 1 2 ⚜ Kill Adverbs

Food: Cooking Basics ⚜ Herbs & Spices ⚜ Sauces ⚜ Wine-tasting ⚜ Aphrodisiacs ⚜ List of Aphrodisiacs ⚜ Food History

Genre: Crime ⚜ Horror ⚜ Fantasy ⚜ Speculative Biology

Hate ⚜ Love ⚜ Kinds of Love ⚜ The Physiology of Love

How to Write: Food ⚜ Colours ⚜ Drunkenness

Jargon ⚜ Logical Fallacies ⚜ Memory

Magic: Magic System ⚜ 10 Uncommon ⚜ How to Choose

Moon: Part 1 2 ⚜ Related Words

Mystical Items & Objects ⚜ Talisman ⚜ Relics ⚜ Poison

Realistic Injuries ⚜ Rejection ⚜ Structural Issues ⚜ Villains

Symbolism: Colors ⚜ Food ⚜ Numbers ⚜ Storms

Thinking ⚜ Thinking Styles ⚜ Thought Distortions

Compilations: Plot ⚜ Character ⚜ Worldbuilding ⚜ For Poets

all posts are queued. will update this every few weeks/months. send questions or requests here.

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Since the booping has returned, reblog if it's okay to spam you with boops!

I wanna be polite and not spam random people without permission , ,

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If you don’t start taking notes, you’re going to suffer.