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Bella Ciao

Una mattina mi son svegliato, o bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao! Una mattina mi son svegliato e ho trovato l'invasor.

O partigiano portami via, o bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao o partigiano portami via che mi sento di morir.

E se io muoio da partigiano, o bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao, e se io muoio da partigiano tu mi devi seppellir.

Seppellire lassù in montagna, o bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao, seppellire lassù in montagna sotto l'ombra di un bel fior.

E le genti che passeranno, o bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao, e le genti che passeranno mi diranno «che bel fior.»

Questo è il fiore del partigiano, o bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao, questo è il fiore del partigiano morto per la libertà

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Another sneak peek of Beast.

This one is going to take a long time to write due to the social and political message behind it. I am trying not to come across as too preachy while educating the reader and remaining true to plot. It's a fine balance

Here is your sneak peek.

Tim held his gaze, flashing his most innocent smile.

Red Hood kicked the chair his friend was tied to.

“I know you have been awake for a while, I noticed the change in your breathing. Anarky. Real name Lonnie Machin, age 19. Father is Mike, walked out when you 4. His current location unknown. Although it is suspected he is at the bottom of Gotham River. Mother, Greta is in Blackgate for killing a John when he tried to stiff her. You were 8 when that happened. Juvenile record for vandalism, arson, and terrorism. At age 12 you tried to blow up a business. Sent to the same re-education camp as Tim from age 12 until you escaped with him at 16.”

“Asshole was dumping toxic waste in the river.” Lonnie muttered angrily lifting his head. “And the bomb did go off, they kept that from the media Mr. Dickhead was disfigured, seems the bomb wasn’t big enough. Ah, the folly of youth. Oh and I am so going to shove a pipe bomb up your ass when we get out of here.”

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my feline children. They are spoiled rotten.

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Sneak peek of Beast.

This has not been seen by a beta reader.

We are standing outside the Diamond Tower where according to reports billionaire and Gotham City Councilmen James Barlowe was murdered in his penthouse. Although police have yet to comment as to a motive, The No Rulers, No Master graffiti is evidence that this is the work of the elusive Anarky and Bedlam that have been terrorizing the city since early Spring. This is Olivia Ashford reporting for GNN.

Jason leaned back on the couch flipping the TV off,, his fingers tapping in agitation off his helmet where it sat next to him as he. Barlowe had been on his list. His business ventures having been morally repugnant. The home he ran for troubled youth had been a front for underage prostitution. He would ply the boys with drugs all the while the promising future wealth. The sick bastard had destroyed hundreds of boys lives. It had taken Jason months to learn this. This was the fourth target of his that they had taken out.

He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. If these fuckers didn’t stop they were going to blow Jason’s case before he even had a chance to make it. He doubted these two idiots, who appeared to be teenagers if eye witnesses were to be believed knew what kind of case could be built with the corrupt politicians and wealthy elite they were killing.

Jason grabbed his tablet off the coffee table and reviewed the file he had on them. He was pretty sure who their next victim was going to be. This time he would be waiting, because he would be damned if two knock off teenage vigilantes were going to blow his case against Bruce Wayne. He didn’t think they would hit tonight, but none the less he would be waiting.

He studied the grainy images that had been taken from CCTV form when they crashed a Gala a month ago. They both were small, lean. Anarky dressing gray camouflage pants and a black hoodie with the anarchy symbol on it, Bedlam was in all black cargo pants and his hoodie emblazoned with his name is red on the front. He couldn’t see their faces, Anarky used a white mask while Bedlam used a simple black bandanna to cover his face from his eyes down. Jason stared at those sapphire colored eyes. Behind the coldness he could see a glimmer of intelligence.

(though Anarky and Bedlam and described as teens they are 19 and 20 in this. this will be a Tim/Jay fic)

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Greetings! My name is Arias and I like to screen print! If you would like to help me make more patches and art, consider purchasing one of my designs here! etsy.com/shop/DEADAMITYY

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Ah yes, the Tolerance Paradox.

"Unlimited tolerance must lead to the disappearance of tolerance, If we extend unlimited tolerance even to those who are intolerant, if we are not prepared to defend a tolerant society against the onslaught of the intolerant, then the tolerant will be destroyed, and tolerance with them."

So, basically, if you tolerate the intolerant, the intolerant will eventually wipe out tolerance.

There was a post on here a while ago was like the thing about being a Nazi or KKK member is you can stop being that and while people may not forgive you and be cool with you they at least won't hate you anymore whereas a person of color cannot change a single thing about them that makes the former upset for no reason whatsoever.

So sure try to be friendly to people but if they want you dead and they're showing no signs of changing that mentality then what options are you left with?

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I have not gone away

I have been busy which is why there have been no updates from me. I have a few stories in the works that I am slowly working on. Till then I thought you all might want to see the politics behind Dear Boss(which chapter three will be rewritten or we can pretend it never happened)

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Just a little something I'm working on.

This is untitled at this moment.

Tim sighed, nuzzling his nose under Jason's chin as Jason's fingers made a lazy pattern along the bare skin of his back, just stopping at the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“Long night?” Jason asked, shifting a little so that Tim fell between his legs.

“I spent most of the night in sewers trying to apprehend Rat Catcher. Suit is ruined and think I spent over an hour in the showers scrubbing the filth off me all for nothing, bastard got away. ” Tim snorted, his annoyance evident in his voice.

Jason hands carded through Tim's hair, the younger man shivering at the contact. “Flannegan is a slippery fucker better you then me.”

Tim lifted his head and glared. Jason chuckled, leaning up and catching Tim's lips in a kiss.

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Trivia about my writing

1. I write in multiple genres; Horror, Thrillers, and Dark Fantasy. If I write Horror it tends to be graphic. I can also write erotica but rarely do.

2. My writing is queer-based ( M/M) and has been since I was 15, which was when I first read the horror book Lost Souls by Poppy Z Brite which features queer relationships (mainly Nothing/Ziliah) I have also written genderqueer works in the past.

3. All my major characters are male or genderqueer(nonbinary, fluid, Bi-gendered, etc) in my works because I can not write CIS female characters.

4. My first serious attempt at a short story was when I was 14, I still have a copy of it and think it's not too shabby for a 14-year-old inexperienced writer.

5. I usually have no time frame for when a story will get finished. I have written a 4000-word short story in a single day or it can take me weeks to finish something.

6. I usually have many different writing projects going all at once which is why I suck at time management when it comes to writing.

7. I do write fan fiction and have been since I was 15. Before my writer's block, I wrote for a variety of fandoms(Batman, Green Lantern, Green Arrow, Nightwing, Vampire Chronicles, Lost Souls, Death Note, X-1999, Godchild/Cain Saga, Gravitation, Hellsing, Vampire Hunter D just to name a few. Lol)

8. Some of my influences for writing are H.P. Lovecraft, Poppy Z Brite, Edward Lee, Brian Keene, and Clive Barker.

9. I can write poetry, no you can't read it. Any poetry that appears in my works is actually written by me unless otherwise noted.

10. I can't really explain how I come up with my ideas, sometimes it's something I dreamed of, other times I hear a song, or I just have a single thought pop in my head that spawns a story. Sometimes I honestly don't know what I'm going to write until I start typing.

11. Though not true anymore, I used to watch gay porn to get ideas for some of the M/M scenes. Now I use my imagination. Go ahead and laugh.

12. Although I recently failed at my foray into existentialism I have been able to pull it off in the past. Damn me for being rusty.

13. I do take writing prompts from people, so if you have an idea drop me a message. It can be an original idea or fanfic, this includes fandoms I might be unfamiliar with(I can always research said fandom).

14. Very few people have read my original work as I guard it closely. Mainly because I don't think it's really that good.

15. While fanfics I will tag with content warnings originals I do not, it's read at your risk.

16. I have 20 years of writing sitting on two flash drives, this includes both originals and fanfics. Some are incomplete.

17. I have multiple people I soundboard with, proofreaders, and Beta readers who are all a part of the process. They make sure my writing is coherent, consistent, and readable. Angelicsinner(real name redacted lol) is all three sometimes and has known me since I was a teenager.

18. I really never wanted to be published, writing is mainly a hobby of mine. I will post some stuff online for others to enjoy though.

19. My writing has always caused strife within my family. Although my family has only read a few things I have written (and not since I was 15) they sure do have a lot of opinions about it. Most of which are negative. It perplexes me, but whatever. And they have never read the queer stuff so not sure what they say about that.

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Once you label me you negate me

A little existentialism with some Tim/Jay action

AO3 link

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Yes, I can relate to this. lol

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Preview of Fic I am working on

It was an oppressively hot night and both were soaked with sweat under their Robin suits.(Jason was still a little pissed off that he had to share the title of Robin with Tim, but at least the suit designs were different.) They had ditched out on patrol early and gone back to the cave to cool off. Jason had quickly went to his locker and retrieved the bottle he had hidden there a few days ago.

No one was in the cave, Dick was out on patrol and Bruce and Alfred were otherwise engaged in an adults only gala that WE was hosting at the Manor. Both boys had been thankful that it was an adults only affair as that meant they didn't have to get dressed up and present themselves with fake smiles while the bored to death with banal conversations about how great it was that Bruce took in orphans.

The idea had formed pretty quickly. Jason's eyes kept drifting over to the Batmobile, before asking Tim if he wanted to go for a drunken joyride. Tim's eyes had gone comically wide at the suggestion, and he nearly spit out a mouthful of Vodka, as he just taken a drink.

“B's gonna kill us.” Tim said once he swallowed.

“So what. Name two other teenagers that can claim they stole the Batmobile. I mean sure we can't tell anyone, but think of it we are doing something no other teen can do.” Jason strode over the car and putting his domino back on climbed into the drivers seat.

Tim fidgeted for a moment, biting his lip before walking over and getting into the passenger seat,

Jason chuckled “You might want to buckle up.”

(This is untitled and not edited yet. Actually, I'm still writing it. When I finish it I will post a link to it.)

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Jason: (stubs toe) AH GAH F*CK THIS TABLE

Dick: Jay Language! You should be ashamed!

Jason: You. You taught me these words man.

Dick: (now sweating a little bit) Such foul language and now lies? You lie on the name of your older brother? I don’t know what I did wrong! Timber have you ever ever heard me curse?

Tim: …no?

Dick: exactly! You wound me Jacey!

Jason: you literally would party all the time and you once told this very table the exact same thing I just said!

Tim: … okay the joke was funny before but now you’re taking it a bit too far Jason.

Jason: WHAT? ME!?

Later he found a Polaroid of a younger Dick Grayson clothes in disarray, holding a bottle of tequila and dancing amongst several other people. Said photo has a note on the back that read “hope to see you again soon” next to a deep red kiss mark.

Jason: SEE I WASN’T LYING LOOK!

Tim: …This is really good photoshop! I thought you didn’t want to learn! But seriously can you drop this? You’re asking me to believe that the guy who calls me timbits did drugs. Its not gonna work.

Dick: (mouthing behind Tim) no one will ever believe you >:)

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'Once you label me you negate me' has been pulled for a rewrite. I looked it over and really wasn't happy with the final piece. I'll try to work on it over the weekend.

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everyone should read this fic.

This is a great fic by KuroNekoFe please go read it. They did a wonderful job on it and it is thought provoking. Their research is spot on. Go give them some love.

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