#27th death anniversary

[thewales-family]

Ten pictures in memory of Princess Diana who died 27 years ago on August 31st 1997 -August 31st 2024.

[lunette3002]

Happy April 27th, aka the anniversary of Jason Todd's death ✌️🥲

I posted a fic about it, but NOT the unfinished one that's been a WIP for three April 27ths now 😂

Summary: When a change in Crime Alley brings the hurt of a lost little Robin back to the forefront of her mind, a Crime Alley resident needs a moment to herself on her roof. An unexpected visitor joins her.

[m-owo-n]

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[jacensolodjo]

Tomorrow, October 27th, marks the 5th anniversary of the Pittsburgh Synagogue Shooting. For any of those who may not remember or forgot a few details, especially outside of the US: in 2018, a man named Robert Bowers went into the Tree of Life Synagogue during their Shabbat morning services and opened fire. 11 Jews lost their lives. On August 3, 2023, Robert Bowers was sentenced to death for this antisemitic crime. This was the worst mass shooting of Jews in the US to date.

Yesterday, October 25th, Jewish students at Cooper Union, a college in New York had to barricade themselves in the library while 'protestors' banged on the doors and shouted 'Free Palestine'. Note that the students had done absolutely nothing to cause this and have absolutely no power to do anything about the situation in the Middle East. This was an antisemitic attack, not a protest. You don't trap people for a protest. That's basic protesting rules. Disrupting is NOT the same as trapping. Peaceful protesting is defined as not blocking doors. Even if the students had opened the doors the demonstrators were right there and threatening. Not peaceful. It took over 40 minutes for the students to be safely escorted out of the building.

Also yesterday, a 6-person family in LA was woken up at approximately 520am by a man who kicked in their door and was wielding a knife. Blessedly (somewhat) he had entered the master bedroom first where he confronted the husband and his pregnant wife (at 9 months which means any amount of stress could put her into labor and put her baby at risk). All four children were also at home. By the grace of Hashem, the husband was able to fend off the knife-wielding antisemite. Multiple reasons he knew they were Jewish range from the mezuzah on their door to the fact he is apparently a neighbor and had talked to them before a few months previous where he found out they are Israeli. He apparently was drunk but had the wherewithal to state his intentions: he was going to kill them because they are Jews.

October has not been kind to Jews in the past few years and especially not this week in particular. Please, we are not okay. We are very tired and hurt and scared.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles pop-up Anniversary challenge.

Out of Sight, Out of Mind

Prompt: Anniversary | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: Future Fic, Eddie Munson Lives, Or Did He?, He Definitely Did Right?, A Glitch in the Matrix, Shifted Timelines, Parallel Universes, Sliding Doors

"What are you doing?" Eddie asks sleepily. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the familiar shape of Steve crossing along the foot of bed, heading towards the window. 

That isn't unusual. If Steve hears a siren, or a dog barking, anything, he crawls out of bed and heads to the window to look. But tonight, Eddie hadn't heard anything. 

"Huh?" Steve responds, from bed, next to Eddie.

Eddie looks again, expecting to see Steve bent over at the waist, looking out the window, but there's nothing there. Instead, Steve's in bed, and has clearly been asleep.

Eddie swallows. Maybe he was dreaming, "Sorry. I think I was dreaming," he says, hoping he can convince himself of that. He looks at the alarm clock on the nightstand, and it's just after three.

Steve chuckles, voice rough with sleep, and pulls the comforter up over his shoulder.

Eddie thinks, weird. 

But then it continues happening. 

All day, he's felt like there's someone just out of his line of sight, and that person seems a whole lot like Steve. Eddie isn't scared, per se. He's unnerved, for sure, but it feels like Steve. Not a ghost or a demon, or anything sinister. 

It's just like a second version of Steve is moving around the house, dancing along his peripheral vision, and Eddie is forced to only observe. 

It's not until later that he realizes the date: March 27th, 2006. 

It's the anniversary of his near death in the Upside Down. That can't be a coincidence. That's the day he was sure he was dying, if not already dead, and then he suddenly wasn't. The bites weren't that bad. All superficial. He barely even needed any medical attention at all.

Dustin had overreacted.

And, yeah, it felt hazy at first, but they all just blamed it on the stress and adrenaline he'd been pumped full of. Blamed it on the near death experience that wasn't actually that near death at all.

And now, he's seeing an echo, a ghost, of someone very much alive. 

There's a glitch in the matrix. 

Like when you see two people, strangers, on public transportation wearing the exact same shirt, sitting one row in front of the other. Only, Eddie's seeing Steve. A different version of Steve.

Eddie does a deep dive on the internet. Decides it's not a glitch in the matrix at all. Instead, he's pretty damn sure he's shifted timelines from the one where he died, to this new one where he didn't, and now they're bleeding together. All these years later.

Steve listens, patiently, and then kisses him on the top of the head, "Honey, I was there. You lived. I promise. 'Twas barely a scratch."

Eddie nods. 

Of course. Of course that's true. 

But he thinks maybe the other outcome was true, too.

Shadow Steve is getting more vibrant, and now Eddie can follow him around the house. Not really able to look at him straight on, but if he keeps the corner of his eye trained in his direction, he can see him for longer stretches.

He's the same, but different. 

Quieter, sadder. More alone. 

And there's no Eddie there. Eddie is 100% sure of that. 

He's gotta do something about this.

Eddie's sitting outside of Nancy's office when she comes out of the door.

"Eddie!" she says, surprised, but happy to see him. He's about to rain all over her parade.

"I'm dead. I'm in the wrong timeline," he says, and her face falls. She reaches out, and puts her hand on his forearm.

"C'mon," she says, and he gets in her car, and looks down at his hands.

"What's going on?" she finally asks.

"I'm seeing Steve, in the house," he explains, and she raises an eyebrow, and he laughs, "Not that Steve. Not my Steve. But he's there, too. He's good," he promises. Because he knows she'll worry.

"Start from the beginning," she urges, and he does. Telling her everything.

"It's just a glitch in the matrix," she assesses, and he shakes his head.

"It's not. It's too frequent. It wasn't a one and done deal. It wasn't a trick of the light, or a shadow. He's there. Just outta my sight. Like he's in a parallel universe."

"And you're sure it's Steve? Not something Upside Down-related?"

"It's Steve. I'm not scared of him. Because it's Steve."

Nancy follows him all the way back to Hawkins, then sits on the bed beside him. 

"Eddie," she says, and he shushes her. Taking her cheeks, forcing her to look in the direction he wants. It doesn't take long.

"There!" Eddie says, and Nancy gasps. 

Fuck. He was kinda hoping he was just losing his mind.

"You can see him?" he asks.

"I can see him. Barely. Out of the corner of my eye. It's definitely Steve."

Eddie sighs, "Told you. What the fuck do I do now?"

Steve can't see him. Eddie can. Nancy can. Robin can. Dustin can.

But, Steve? He just can't.

Nancy thinks it's because it is Steve. The same Steve. Just minding his own business in another timeline, that's now somehow bleeding into theirs. 

"Do you think this is lingering weirdness from the Upside Down?" Eddie asks.

"If it is, we should get El," Dustin suggests, and they all agree.

El takes one look at him, "That is Steve."

"Yes, we're aware," Eddie says, "how do we merge the two?"

"You cannot."

"Can we at least close the damn curtains?" Eddie doesn't want to keep seeing this Steve.

El thinks about that, "Maybe."

She forces Steve to hold her hands, and while reluctant, he's willing. For Eddie.

It's quiet, then Steve says, "Oh, whoa. That's me." Then, "Tingly."

And Shadow Steve fades away. Disappearing, like he'd never been there.

"Is he okay?" Eddie asks. He doesn't want any version of Steve to disappear. 

"Yes. Now you cannot see him. Not gone, just invisible again."

"Out of sight, out of mind?" Eddie asks. 

She nods, "Exactly."

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun!

[thegeekproblem]

i've read a lot of fics of jason's death anniversary in which bruce or jason deal with the date in their own ways or learn to deal with it together but i would like to propose another idea:

jason who has no idea which day he died so he has no trauma attached to the date. i can see bruce and jason not caring much about which date it was after they had spent weeks in ethiopia traveling looking for jason's possible mum and then dealing with the joker so the only thing he knew it was that it was in april and that's it.

now imagine a just-returned-to-the-family jason that has no idea why bruce is so depressed during the week leading to the 27th, why he's more clingy, he calls jason every day and jason's like ???? jason going to the other birds asking why bruce is being so weird, why he's calling him three times a day and dick being like what do you mean, he's being pretty normal about it, stephanie being like that's pretty restrained for him, maybe tim goes like it's the 27th jason, what did you expect? and jason being like so? and the family realizing jason doesn't know when he died.

and because jason has no baggage attached to the date maybe he spends the day with bruce to calm of his nerves and to get him of his back for a bit because bruce is from the stalking-is-caring school of affection and jason cannot deal with his crime lord bussiness unless the bat gets off his back

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Millie Bright x Reader

Part One: Lover’s Auction

AN: This turned out so long I’ve decided to turn it into a series.

Prompt: Billionaire reader meets Millie though a charity event, reader bids on one of Millie’s shirts, Millie then asks reader out for drinks (reader spoils Millie) ~ @kayls93

TW: this story is based around reader’s mum who passed away (past tense). No mentions of how/why she died to minimise triggers.

It was the night of the auction your dad had spent all year planning, it was to raise money for his company’s charity in honour of his late wife and your mother. He often hosts big auction nights to celebrate the woman you both loved and lost and this year it’s the 20th anniversary which coincides with your 27th birthday. All your life you’ve only known him to be a manager of some big company in London, it’s meant you’ve led a very comfortable life but never completely understood his job role. You did know that he was very well connected and treats his staff like family - from the moment you were born you were adored by all his colleagues, you made them all aunties and uncles. He would often bring you into work with him as a little girl and enjoyed watching you crawl around his office, dreaming of the day he would hand his empire over to you. After your mum’s death he bought you in everyday for months, he needed somewhere to take his mind off things and knew you loved being fussed over by your extended family. They would sit with you to do homework and talk about the friendship drama at school while your dad worked - he was never short of babysitters!

Your dad is the only man you have ever loved, he knew you would come out years before you actually did. He held you when the tears didn’t stop after your first break up, he attends Pride with you every year and always texts that he loves you at the end of every day. Since your mum passed away he had become your best friend and no other woman has entered his life except for you. Whenever he was invited to work parties or social events you were always his plus one and would parade you around the dance floor standing on his feet as he tapped along to the music. In his eyes, you were a princess and nobody would ever be good enough for you.. or so he thought.

Your dad had been running around all week putting the final touches into place, trying to rally up promo and extra giveaways to make this year’s auction extra special that he hadn’t noticed how down you had been lately. The anniversary was a lot to bare for you - hating the world that your mum wasn’t here to spend your adult days with, often wondering if she would have been your best friend and sad that you’ve missed out on growing up with her. Dad was rushing around the house like a tornado when he stopped in his tracks at the sight of you on the sofa under a blanket. “Honey, why aren’t you dressed?” his tone soft and gentle as he ushered over to join you. “I don’t feel like it dad” you tried to brush off the emotion held in your throat as you stood up to correct his tie. You didn’t know that he knew exactly how tie them himself but your simple act reminds him of the mornings he would kiss your mum goodbye after she corrected it for him. Straightening it down his chest you tiptoed to kiss his cheek “you can buy anything you want?” he said with a cheeky smile as he waved his credit card in the air which was enough to get your attention. Holding out your hand to shake a deal with him you rushed upstairs to your bedroom to see a new dress hanging on your wardrobe, smiling at how dad had got the perfect colour to match your skin tone. Over the years he has had to be your dad and mum; learning how to plait your hair to teaching you why periods happen and buying your first bra, he was practically one of the girls by now. You slipped on your heels and delicately curled your hair but before leaving you snuck into dad’s room, fumbling around on your hands and knees trying to reach under the bed until you felt a velvet box. Blowing the dust off, your fingers traced your mother’s name etched into the woodwork, clicking the latch open the black and white photo of your family hidden inside made you choke up as you chose her favourite necklace to pair with your outfit. You heard dad calling as you straightened your dress in the mirror then made your way down the stairs like you were on your way to prom. Your dad was still rushing around the house to get ready when he suddenly came to a halt at your entrance. “Darling” his voice whimpered as he spotted the pearls around your neck, holding out his arms for one of his famous bear hugs.

Entering the formal occasion you were quickly swamped by your dad’s colleagues, greeting them as Aunty This and Uncle That they gawped at how grown up you looked. Pawing over the “when did you get so big” and pulling at your cheeks like they haven’t seen you in years when you only saw them last week. You instantly felt the glow of love they shared and was so glad you’d came as they showered you both in affection. When the group dispersed you immediately turned to dad with a puppy dog look in your eyes and your hand spread waiting for him to offer up his credit card, pecking him on the cheek when he did and making a beeline for the bar. “My darling (y/n)” the bar lady called as you approached, “hi Aunt Sally” - yet another one of your make believe family. “I’m going to need some ID my dear” the dark skinned woman joked with you. “Aunty, you know I’m nearly 30!” batting your eyelashes at her. “My dear, don’t be wishing your life away, you’re miles off that number yet” her thick Jamaican accent rolled off her tongue like honey. Sipping on your cocktail she asked if you’d had a chance to view what’s on offer yet, you said the bar was your first pit stop as she started listing off some things that she had spotted earlier. Glancing around the room at all the people from your bar stall your attention was caught when you heard her say “vaginal rejuvenation” making you scoff just as you took a big gulp of your drink, trying not to choke the liquid dribbled out of your mouth and back into the glass in the most unladylike manner. Trying to hold your giggles inside she passed you another drink when and said you don’t think your dad would appreciate that purchase on his card!

After a few cocktails and catching up with Sally you wandered over to the rows of items and experiences up for auction. Running your finger along the table your eyes scanned the placards of descriptions; bungee jump – “no”, flying lessons – “no”, lunch with Harry Kane – “who?”, spa day - “hmm..” scribbling your name and bid down before moving on, personal shopper spree - “yes!” enthusiastically setting a high bid that you anticipated wouldn’t be beaten. Moving to the next row you spotted the vaginal rejuvenation Sally was talking about earlier, snickering to yourself as you wrote down her name and a bid. Looking up you saw dad watching you intently, raising his eyebrow as he caught your gaze when you threw him a sarcastic little wave.. you knew he was watching how many items you were bidding on! You finished scrolling past the next few tables until your eyes landed on a pristine condition football shirt. Your fingers stroked the fabric as your brain flooded with memories of simpler times, days where mum would drive you miles to games and sit for hours in all weathers watching you play. Remembering how you would purposely tackle as many people as you could to try and get your kit dirtier than the week before, your mother’s groans rang through your mind when it rained knowing she’d have a hard time beating the stains out. It didn’t take her long to get clued up on your antics because she began packing a change of clothes, threatening to tie you to the roof so you wouldn’t sit in her car in your muddy kit. “Are you gonna bid or stare into space with a weird smile all night?” a voice suddenly made you jump out of memory lane. Still stroking the comfort of the fabric with your thumb and forefinger you answered them, “it just brought back some memories, that’s all” upset that your daydream had been interrupted. You didn’t make eye contact or even look towards the person before scurrying off toward the bathrooms to hide the tears that had started to fall. Hearing your heels click audibly across the wooden floor your dad’s eyes looked on in worry as he could tell something had upset you.

Locking yourself in a stall you tried to dab your eyes without ruining your make up and took some deep breaths to compose yourself before making your way back to the event. Just like when you walked in a few hours earlier you went straight back to the bar, “my sweet child, are you okay?” Sally greeted you with a cocktail she’d already made when she saw you leave the room. “I bid on that treatment you wanted” you laughed, trying to move past what had just happened. Watching Aunty Sal gasp in disbelief but her face turning from embarrassment to amusement made your heart happy as she moved away to serve someone else. Hearing the voice of the person ordering was the same as the one who approached you at the bidding table moments earlier your body tensed up again. You looked up to examine them, catching her eyes as she shuffled closer to you, “erm, I didn’t mean to hit a nerve” she said eyes firmly on her drink. “You didn’t, the shirt did. A nice nerve” you reassured before going on to tell the woman about your childhood days on the pitch and all about your mum. She hadn’t realised that this event was for you, your dad had done business with her a few months ago and had asked for a favour, the woman can never say no to charity, so she says! “Why did you stop.. playing football?” she said quietly, wondering whether that was okay to ask. “It hurt too much not seeing mum there” your voice croaked as you tried to hold back the tears again. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to” she said, placing a comforting hand on your arm. “No, I want to. It was the only place I felt truly happy and then suddenly… it wasn’t” peering into your drink stirring it anxiously with the straw, you were yet to make eye contact with the woman and she must have noticed. She invited you over to a table that was free where you talked about how you’d have a competition of how muddy you could get your kit and soon you were laughing and smiling over the memories rather than letting the sadness take hold.

You spent the rest of the evening talking to your new friend until your dad announced himself on stage, tapping the microphone as it echoed around the room. “That’s my dad!” you hollered from your seat as all eyes found you and the table full of empty glasses. He started muttering into the microphone as he began to read out the winners - “the vaginal rejuvenation goes to Sally!” Laughing to yourself as you stood up and shouted for the woman who’s been the closest thing to a mum you have had for years as she hid her face behind the cocktail shakers in her hands. Dad listed off the final prizes until he reached the last one - “the signed England shirt goes to my beautiful daughter (y/n)” Double taking to check what you heard was correct, your face turned to confusion.. you didn’t bid on it? “I know how much you enjoyed football with your mum and I saw your face as you remembered those times earlier, you were smiling and I hope it helps you hold onto the good times” he said as tears welled in his eyes. “Oh dad!” you whined an alcoholic filled ‘aww’ as you run up onto the stage to hug him. His arm pulled you into his side when he thanked everyone for coming. “From both of us, thank you so much for coming out tonight and raising such an incredible amount of money for an outstanding charity that we hold so close to our hearts. We welcome you to stay as long as you wish, to Marla!” “To mum!” raising your glasses into the air as clinks rattled around the room.

Stumbling back to your seat with the shirt in one hand and a drink in the other. you slumped next to the mystery woman who had turned into your company for the evening. “I think you could use some air” she giggled trying to stop all the glasses from clattering as your hip nudged the table. Nodding reluctantly she held out her arm for you to balance on and walked you out to the car park underneath the street lights. Clicking her car keys made the boot of her car rise by itself, “ohhhh fancy!” your voice echoed at the magical car opening before a hand had even been laid on it. “Think fast!” the blonde shouted as a football came flying towards your face. “What the fuck?!” you yelled dropping the shirt to catch the ball at the last possible second. “You’ve still got it! Didn’t you say you were a goalie?” she smiled. “I played everywhere! I did like being in goal but I preferred tackling people, risky business as a goalie!” instinctively dropping the ball to land on your foot as you started keepy uppys, counting 12 until you got distracted by the woman rummaging in her boot for something else. “If you throw another ball at my face you’re gonna get it!” kicking the ball above your head and catching it under your arm. “Fancy a 1v1?” she appeared behind the boot lid wearing a Chelsea shirt… “with a Chelsea fan? My mum would turn in her grave!” you laughed as she asked who you support. “I was raised on our home team, not the big guns!” you continued to poke fun at her but admitted you hadn’t kept up with the growth of the women’s game, you hadn’t watched a match since your mum’s passing and was very out of touch with the sport. “Arms up!” she instructed as she pulled the new shirt over your head, “first to 5?” You objected at first as you were wearing heels until she suggested moving to the grass verge next to the car park and made the trees the goalposts. Kicking your shoes off to cries of cuteness at how short you really were in comparison to her and tying the skirt of your dress into a knot to be able to move more freely. Little did she know how fiercely competitive you are and how surprised you were that you still knew how to play.. amateur maybe, but it felt good with a ball at your feet even though the cold condensation from the grass tickled your toes. Cheering as you scored your first goal in 20 years it lit a fire in your belly as you went in to tackle her, laughing at how you bounced straight off the broad woman leaving you laid on the ground as she scored too.

You didn’t know your dad was watching from the window as she came to lie down next to you. “Look you’ve got your brand new shirt dirty already!” she cried tugging at the grass stained patch on your side. “My mum would be so annoyed!” you laughed as she pulled you onto her chest. “You’d make a good defender yknow!” you suggested to her, eyes fluttering with tiredness as she stroked your hair. “Good job I am then, aih?” she squeezed you a little tighter, making you sit up immediately alert. “Really?” “Yeah… that’s my shirt you’re wearing” she smirked watching you glance down at the crest displaying three lions as the realisation suddenly broke through your drunk mind. “Shut! Up!” your voice irritatingly loud as all the puzzle pieces started falling into place, “you play for England?!” Shrugging at your question she nodded and snickered before adding “and Chelsea!” Your mouth became wider with each admission, “why didn’t you tell me?” you slapped her arm thinking about what you’ve said, especially taking the piss out of her ‘being a fan’ of the London club. “I just did!” her voice turned high pitch as she raised her hands to display innocence. Your head tilted in a confusion as you tried to work her out. Moments of silence passed as your mind ran through everything you’ve talked about since the beginning of the night. “Did my dad set this up?” you questioned her integrity. “No, not at all” she assured you but you were already looking towards the building that the party was continuing in. Spotting your dad at the window with a huge grin on his face and holding a thumbs up to the glass. Mumbling under your breath you clambered to your feet with your hands on your hips to show him you’re very unamused with him playing Cupid. He displayed a “shoo” action with his hands trying to usher you back to the woman who was also now on her feet. “If I knew who you were why would I say what I did at the auction?” she tried to reassure you. Her question changed your demeanour, looking up at the blonde in a way that showed she had a fair point. “I didn’t think I’d have so much fun tonight, I didn’t plan on staying out this long!” she said packing the ball and her shirt back into the boot of her car. “Oh sorry, you probably have a boyfriend to get home to” untying the knot in your dress. “Girlfriend. Annddd.. nope, just the dogs” your eyebrow raised at her admission which she couldn’t see as you were still trying to make yourself presentable again. Grabbing your hand she turned you around so your back was facing her and wrote something on the back of your shirt. Her fingertips grazed down your arms, tightening around your wrists to lift your arms in the air as she slipped your shirt over your head. Pulling it in the right way she laid it over your hands and pointed at the name she’d scribbled above ‘BRIGHT’ on the back. “Millie” you said squinting to read her hand writing and noticing her phone number written inside the number 6. “Yes, Millie.. nice to meet you” she smiled, holding out her hand to shake yours. “(Y/n), it’s been a pleasure” you joked, holding your dress out and dipping into a curtsy, almost losing your balance when she grabbed your arms to keep you upright. Asking to borrow her pen you delicately wrote your number on her arm like a teenager in school, not registering that it was a marker until the last number. Millie had known the whole time but didn’t stop you, she just wondered how she’d explain it to the girls at training tomorrow.

Part Two

[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 37/?

Prev | Next

Happy Death Day, Jason! Have some suffering

The snow was finally thawing, and it was getting warmer. (Winter lasted longer up north.) Though cold and miserable sometimes, Jason felt better as the days lasted longer. Things were looking up.

Then April 27th hit.

The day hit him like a wrecking ball. It’s not as if he had completely forgotten about the day he got murdered, but it had fallen on the back burner as he spent the days with his new family and practiced his new powers.

His body was lethargic when he woke up that morning. Jason could barely move. He felt his bones grinding against each other. He felt as if they were breaking like…like that day as that monster beat him with a crowbar. The only thing that would distract him from the feel of broken bones was the licking of an explosion on his skin, the feel of lack of oxygen in his lungs…

Jason heard the door to his room opening. He couldn’t turn his head; it felt too heavy.

“Daddy,” a small voice said, “are you okay?”

Jason wished he could reassure Danny.

I’m fine, chum, he wanted to say. Daddy’s just feeling a little under the weather—nothing to worry about.

Jason could hardly blink away the tears falling down his cheek.  

He lost track of time after that. When he came to again, the pain of broken bones had dissipated, but it was getting harder and harder to breathe. His lungs were full of smoke, his throat burned, and the tears felt good on his hot skin.

A cool weight on his arm helped bring him back a little. He suddenly noticed a red blob above him. As Jason’s eyesight cleared, he saw Jazz’s worried face. In her hand was a thermos.

“Hey, Jay. I won’t ask how you’re feeling, but the ecto in this thermos will help you feel better. Think you’ll be able to swallow?”

Jason’s throat burned worse at the thought of swallowing.

Jazz didn’t wait for an answer; she picked up Jason’s head and put it on her shoulder. She opened the thermos and poured a glowing, green liquid that reminded him of Lazarus' water into the thermos cup. She put the cup to Jason’s lips and dribbled some into barely parted lips.

She rubbed her fingers to Jason’s throat to encourage the citrusy-tasting liquid to go down.

After finishing the drink, Jason felt a little more alert. It was both a blessing and a curse. He could recognize Danny’s weight on his arm and hear Jazz’s calm breathing, but he was more aware of his feelings and the sensations he felt when he had died.

“Danny’s first death day was terrible, too. This is the first time you’ve experienced your death anniversary as a full halfa. Don’t worry; Danny’s second one was better. This time, his third one showed almost no symptoms. From what I could tell, he was just a bit tired.”

“Following that logic, your next one should be less bad. Danny told me the first time it felt as if he was relieving his death over and over again. I’m sorry you’re going through that, Jay. We should’ve explained this was going to happen to prepare you a little. I completely forgot, though.”

Jason could infer what a ‘death day’ was, but he still opened his mouth to ask.

“Shh, rest, big brother. You need your strength. Danny and I will explain later. I’ll be here to watch over you. Sleep.”

Jason couldn’t help but close his eyes. He felt comforted by his little family.

As the feeling of fire left his skin and he could breathe easier, Jason fell into a deep, dark oblivion he welcomed with open arms.

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Red Robin and Robin flinched as Batman’s fist crunched under the goon’s face.

They both knew it wasn’t Batman who had been injured.

Red Robin had decided to patrol with Robin and Batman. He knew the date, coupled with Jason’s disappearance, would negatively affect Batman’s judgment. It was his job to keep Batman in line.

“Batman,” Red Robin called out as he hit the man’s face for the third time, “that’s enough. He’s unconscious.”

“Hn,” Batman dropped the man and handcuffed him. The man’s head lolled to the side.

Batman deployed his grappling gun and disappeared into the air.

“Was he this bad when Todd first died?”

Tim stared into the darkness his father had disappeared into.

“Worse,” he said before going after Batman.

Robin stared at the beaten goon for a second, contemplating. Then, he, too, followed his father. Todd needed to come home soon.

So, good news, I haven't updated not because of my depression or illnesses but because I moved from a little apartment we had been living in since I was a child into a house and also because I have a new job that I love!

Anyway hoped you liked this chapter.

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[yonderghostshistories]

Happy Halloween Month Everyone! Also, Happy Monty Python Month to all and everyone as well!

On This Spooky & Pythonesque Month on This Spooky & Pythonesque Year, it will mark/commemorate/celebrate/remember:

-4th October; it will mark the 35th Death Anniversary of Graham Chapman, who unfortunately passed away on this day in 1989.

-5th October; it will mark the 55th Anniversary of the first episode of “Monty Python’s Flying Circus” (that being “Whither Canada”), which aired on this day in 1969 at 10:55pm on the BBC.

-19th October; it will mark the 13th Anniversary of the Monty Python Biopic, “Holy Flying Circus” (2011), which aired on this day at 9:00pm on BBC 4.

-27th October; it will mark John Cleese’s 85th Birthday, who was born on this day in 1939.

Hope this list helps to remind anyone reading this! I hope you have a wonderfully spooky, Pythonesque Month ahead of you!

[impromptu-sketches]

BUDDY DADDIES MASTER POST

Happy Buddy Daddies 1 Year Anniversary!!!!

To celebrate 1 year Buddy Daddies, I've created this master post featuring the english sub episode list and all of the extra content in chronological order for new and re-watchers to enjoy! Plus, my commentary 🩵💁🏻‍♀️

✨ If you're about to watch Buddy Daddies for the first time, I recommend going in blind except for reading my little blurb below.

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Buddy Daddies is a 12 episode original anime from P.A. WORKS that aired from January 7th to April 1st, 2023 about two assassin partners who somehow end up taking in a four-year-old girl. You can watch it in sub or dub on Crunchyroll. I personally recommend watching it in sub especially for the first watch.

Tags: action | comedy | found family to the MAX | family life | character development | wholesome adult characters | hilarious and emotional | red character x blue character

CONTENT LIST

Dec. 9, 2022 | Before the series aired, there was a short preview from Kazuki's POV.

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December 31st, 2022 | Also before the series began, they debuted Kazuki's instagram account - fantastic_sweeper0516 - which has real life photos of Fukuoka, Japan, the city where the anime takes place and photos of food that they (mostly Kazuki) makes in the show. I don't think many people knew about his instagram account until later into the series. Kazuki's 1st instagram post: fantastic_sweeper051 - street photo

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January 2nd, 2023 | Kazuki's 2nd instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - street photo

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January 5th, 2023 | Kazuki's 3rd instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - grocery shopping

January 5th, 2023 | Kazuki's 4th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - cooking

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January 6th, 2023 | Kazuki's 5th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - work outfit

January 6th, 2023 | Kazuki's 6th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - cooking

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January 7th, 2023 | Episode 1: Piece of Cake

January 7th, 2023 | Kazuki's 7th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - cooking

January 7th, 2023 | Kazuki's 8th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - dinner

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January 11th, 2023 | Kazuki's 9th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - street photo

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January 12th, 2023 | Kazuki's 10th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - apartment photo

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January 14th, 2023 | Episode 2: The Kiss of Death

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January 15th, 2023 | Kazuki's 11th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - cooking

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January 16th, 2023 | Kazuki's 12th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - food

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January 18th, 2023 | Kazuki's 13th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - food

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January 19th, 2023 | Kazuki's 14th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - playground photo

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January 20th, 2023 | Kazuki's 15th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - food

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January 21st, 2023 | Episode 3: Spice of Life

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January 22nd, 2023 | Kazuki's 16th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - food

January 22nd, 2023 | Kazuki's 17th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - banana note

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January 24th, 2023 | Kazuki's 18th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - breakfast

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January 28th, 2023 | Episode 4: What Will Be, Will Be

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January 29th, 2023 | Kazuki's 19th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - clothing store

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January 31st, 2023 | Kazuki's 20th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - sewing

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February 1st, 2023 | Kazuki's 21st instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - journal

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February 4th, 2023 | Episode 5: Crunch Time

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February 5th, 2023 | Kazuki's 22nd instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - financial planning

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February 11th, 2023 | Episode 6: Love is Blind

February 11th, 2023 | Kazuki's 23rd instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - food

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February 12th, 2023 | Kazuki's 24rd instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - food

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February 15th, 2023 | Kazuki's 25th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - food

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February 18th, 2023 | Episode 7: After Rain Comes Fair Weather

February 18th, 2023 | Kazuki's 26th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - note

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February 20th, 2023 | Kazuki's 27th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - cooking attempt

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February 22nd, 2023 | Kazuki's 28th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - after dinner

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February 23rd, 2023 | Kazuki's 29th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - new umbrella

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February 25th, 2023 | Episode 8: Nothing Seek, Nothing Find

February 25th, 2023 | Kazuki's 30th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - Rei's birthday cake (Rei's birthday is August 10th which is when this takes place in the show)

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March 4th, 2023 | Episode 8.5: Recap episode that summarizes episodes 1-8 with Kazuki and Rei's narration (mostly Kazuki's).

I personally recommend watching this because I enjoyed their voice overs, it added even more cuteness.

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March 11th, 2023 | Episode 9: No Sweet Without Sweat

March 11th, 2023 | Kazuki's 31st instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - Rei cooking

March 11th, 2023 | Kazuki's 32nd instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - Rei's cooking

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March 18th, 2023 | Episode 10: Lost At Sea

March 18th, 2023 | Kazuki's 33rd instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - Ferris wheel :'(

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March 21, 2023 | Dangle on YouTube posts an English cover of the opening song, SHOCK! by Ayase.

I didn't know about this until JUNE!!! And then I analyzed the lyrics of both the original and the cover. Absolutely LOVE both the opening and credits songs + this english version.

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March 25th, 2023 | Episode 11: Everyone Will Be Hypocrites

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March 29th, 2023 | Kazuki's 34th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - breakfast

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March 31st, 2023 | Kazuki's 35th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - french toast

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April 1st, 2023 | Episode 12: Daughter Daddies (series finale)

The end! And then I cried for three days straight ☠️ But fear not! We've been blessed with more content all year! The lovely @Lily_20210401 on Twitter, one of the animators who worked on Buddy Daddies (so I consider these canon-ish), has posted many drawings of the characters throughout the year. We also got four drama CDs which were AMAZING!!!! And Kazuki's instagram has continued! These and more are listed below.

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May 16th, 2023 | Kazuki's 36th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - Kazuki's birthday cake! (Kazuki's birthday is indeed on May 16th)

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May 24th, 2023 | Kazuki's 37th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - nighttime street photo

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June 29th, 2023 | Kazuki's 38th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - hydrangea garden

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June 2023 | Special Drama CD Volume 1 Audio on Soundcloud & English translation by kudouusagi on Tumblr. Thank you kudouusagi!!! ♡♡♡ We appreciate you!!

Also for the Drama CD Volume 1, the angel known as gandoon on Youtube posted the Special Drama CD Volume 1 with English subtitles and images from the anime. (ノ ˘_˘)ノ thank you gandoon.

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Summer 2023 | Special Drama CD Volume 2 Audio on Soundcloud & English translation by kudouusagi on. Tumblr. Thank you, kudouusagi ♡ Drama CD photo thanks to @moriokart ♡

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Summer 2023 | Special Drama CD Volume 3 Audio on Soundcloud & English translation by kudouusagi on Tumblr. Thank you, kudouusagi ♡ Drama CD photo thanks to @moriokart ♡

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Summer 2023 | Special Drama CD Volume 4 Audio on Soundcloud & English translation by kudouusagi on Tumblr. Thank you, kudouusagi ♡ you're the best! Drama CD photo thanks to @moriokart ♡

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August 11th, 2023 | Kazuki's 39th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - Rei's birthday cake! (a day late) (Rei's birthday is August 10th)

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November 8th, 2023 | Kazuki's 40th instagram post: fantastic_sweeper0516 - Miri's Birthday cake! (Miri's birthday is indeed November 8th)

This is currently the most recent post. More to come?

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Throughout 2023 | The amazing Lily on Twitter has posted drawings of the characters throughout the year and will continue to post them in 2024!! Her latest has them celebrating the holidays and the new year!

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I hope to add all of her drawings to this master list, but since there's so many, it'll take a while.

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March 2024 | Buddy Daddies wins Best Original Anime at the 2024 Crunchyroll Anime Awards!!

And was nominated in a few other categories.

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OFFICIAL LINKS

Official Website | Official Twitter

Even more news & content on their official platforms including the full soundtrack and an 'on air' radio show.

[publishinggoblin]

Today is the 3rd anniversary of my sister's death, and her 37th birthday. Diana Marcela Pedersen was truly an amazing, kind, and sweet person. I wish the poems I wrote after her death had been about her and a celebration of her life. I hope someday soon when things feel less the way they do now, I can include a good, kind ode to her life in a collection.

But I have never been a particularly bubbly writer. My collection of poems, Like Warm Plastic, is about surviving the grief process. It's live on Backerkit still until September 27th, so I thought, since the project and her birthday coincided, I would read some of the poems from the collection today. And I cried a bunch, and I'm going to go have that final drink with her again, every time this date comes around.

So please, if you have the time today, do something nice for yourself, or someone else, or tell someone you love that you really do love them dearly. Then if you have more time, take 30 minutes to listen to some poetry about the last three years of my life.

Then if you have, somehow, even more time, and $20, consider pledging for a copy of my new book of poems about the grieving process, and back Like Warm Plastic. https://www.backerkit.com/c/projects/publishing-goblin-llc/like-warm-plastic

[thewales-family]

Princess Diana's 27th death anniversary : ten pictures of Princess Diana and Prince William -August 31st 2024.

[blueshistorysims]

March 27th, 1919, Newcrest, England

Just when they thought Peter would recover, he took a turn for the worse, and Rebecca had to consider the possibility that she and her husband would not grow old together. Nearly 32 years they had been married. They had raised four children. And now one of them was dead and another ill with the same sickness killing Peter. Dr. Ingalls had told her all she could do now was make him comfortable as he died. The thought was heart-wrenching. 

“My… my father died in the exact same spot,” Peter wheezed. “I was where you were, kneeling while my mother held his hand.”

Rebecca sniffled. “I remember. I felt so helpless, standing in the corner and watching. I still feel helpless.”

“To think I could have been a Duke. And you a duchess. I would have loved to see you decked out in fancy pearls and beautiful dresses.”

“You’ve made me happier than any jewel or coin would.”

“I wish we would have made it to our 32nd anniversary,” he coughed. 

Tears pooled in her eyes. “Oh, Peter,” she whimpered. “What am I to do without you?”

“You’ll be fine, my darling. You won’t need to worry about fiances, and once Byron becomes Duke, you’ll be living in only the finest houses.”

“If he doesn’t manage to get out of it. If anyone could, it would be him.”

“Stubborn.” He smiled sadly. “Like me.”

He coughed again. “Rebecca?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I don’t want to die.”

Tears escaped her eyes. “I don’t want you to die either.”

He sighed and closed his eyes. His face had paled and yellowed, and she knew he was at death’s door. “Lie with me,” he whispered. “Do yo know how I wanted to die?”

“How?” She whisepred.

“Of old age. You and I would spend the day with our many grandchildren and after dinner and prayer, we would get in bed and pass away peacefully.”

More tears streamed down her face. “Peter.”

“Lie with me,” he repeated. “I want someone next to me as I die.”

Rebecca took her husband’s sickly hand and closed her eyes, listening to his shallow breathing until it completely stopped. 

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[artisofthandy]

It’s One Piece Day 2024; The 27th birthday and anniversary of One Piece itself! One Piece is one creative and legendary manga series and franchise focusing on the story and adventures of a pirate adventurer named Monkey. D. Luffy and his pirate crew, The Straw Hat Pirates as they journey across the world via the seas called the Blues in navigational order (East, West, South and North Blues) and the Grandline + Red Line in order to accomplish their dreams; Luffy’s being to find the One Piece and become the Pirate King! One Piece, while flawed is nothing short of a legendary story and series filled with many legendary and unique characters, worldbuilding, writing, storytelling and artwork and many more, absolutely worth reading or watching the whole series and definitely checking it out! I found out about One Piece thanks to Screwattack and Death Battle and now I’m a massive fan of the series and for it to reach 27 years! Almost to 30 is absolutely insane. And I’d like to thank Eiichiro Oda for creating one adventurous, free-spirited and creative story and happy 27th anniversary One Piece! Keep dreaming and living free!

[heroesriseandfall]

Utilizing a specific alignment of potential canon dates, Bruce could’ve met Jason on the anniversary of the day he met Dick…

In Batman Confidential #14, it says Bruce’s parents died June 26th (other sources say June 8th, “June” without a day, or “September”).

In Nightwing (1995) #1, Dick says his parents died on June 27th (other sources say May or Halloween). Usually Bruce meets him the same day, having been in the audience.

Obviously, this is a potential parallel for Bruce and Dick! (Personally I find it a bit too on the nose. They don’t need that kind of parallel I think.)

In Batman #408 (Jason’s modern intro story), Bruce went to Crime Alley on the night of his parents death anniversary to do his annual Crime Alley-focused crime cleanup. On page 16 it says “as the night creeps into the early morning hours…” and the next page is where Bruce heads to the Batmobile and meets Jason. This suggests he met Jason in the early morning of the date after Bruce’s parents died.

If we use the June 26th date, Bruce met Jason the early morning of the 27th. If we use the June 27th date for Dick at the same time, then Bruce met Jason on the anniversary of meeting Dick. (Okay. Now this is more intriguing to me.)

[sasheneskywalker]

batfamily fic recs which are told through unusual formatting

a hat fashioned from tin foil by discowing (ameliafromafairytale) nightwang @karakurachou – 8 hours ago jason todd is alive and faked his death so he could become robin: a conspiracy theory thread

Batfam conspiracy theories meet social media.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | No Relationships

occam's razor by BeatriceEagle r/SolveIt • Posted by u/Phalangefier 3 days ago

It's the fifth anniversary of Jason Todd's death

Today is the fifth anniversary of the day that Jason Todd and Sheila Haywood were murdered, so I thought I would post a write-up unifying all of the information that we have on the case. There have been a lot of posts about Jason over the years, but this case is so weird and has so many branches to it, I don’t think that anyone’s ever compiled all of them in one place.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

Send to All by kerosceene I, _______________, hereby acknowledge that this form represents my wishes should I contract phytoaphrodisiac-induced delirium (hereafter referred to as “PAID”) during engagements with or while apprehending Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley (“Poison Ivy”).

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The bats have a sex pollen release form. Because of course they do.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Barbara Gordon & Dick Grayson, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne

Batman Hits the Red Hood with His Batarang by redboard (Ink) Batman hears whispers of a new crime lord in Gotham, trailing blood and carnage in his wake. The Red Hood is skilled and ruthless, and quickly seizes control of the drug trade, seemingly for his own ends.

Red Hood, after years of planning, your moment has finally arrived. Why have you come?

An "Under the Red Hood"-themed tabletop game, for one or two players. You will need colored dice (or a dice roller), your imagination, and, optionally, a friend who has as many feelings about Jason Todd as you do.

(Yes, I'm serious. This is not a bit.)

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne

#Justice4Gotham by Havendance So, uh, Hi. I’m still alive. I didn’t die of the clench (barely). I’m kind of sorry for disappearing on you for so long but life just got really busy and I didn’t really have time to chase after Batman and Robin anymore. I’m not sure how many of you guys still check this blog, but if you are out there, I’ve got a big favor to ask you all.

On June 27th at 7:03pm, Gotham City was hit by the worst earthquake the east coast has seen in, like, ever. And now we could really use your help.

[Or: When you run out of things you can do, there’s always yelling at the world from the blog you made when you were ten.]

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | No Relationships

Night Blogger by AnonDude There's a blogger catching the internet's attention with a long, insane, and twisted tale. The problem is, he seems to persist under the impression that he's just a random anonymous blogger looking for advice on his relationship. That's all.

QuillsNFrills: I like your first entry! But I'm a little unsure as to what genre you're aiming for here; it seems a little confused and all over the place. It's clear you want it to be something more lurking under the guise of a simple relationship blog, but is that…mystery? Thriller? A dark romance? Sci-fi/fantasy/magic (with the…whatever is going on with BF's head)? I'm also kind of wondering if I'm reading right that maybe there are hints this isn't a reliable narrator? Maybe that will continue…eyes. Anyway, keep up the good work! – April 15, 2023 –

BlueberryPancakes: this […] only continued to get MORE wild, and despite the "clearing up"…I still don't know whether to believe […] it's supposed to be an obvious red herring and this is all an Experience^tm, or whether this is really OP's life. – April 17, 2023 –

M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Tim Drake/Jason Todd

A preliminary examination of potential significant others (last saved by T. Drake) by Betty, Elf_Herself, Petra thefourthvine wrote, "I want the story where someone sits down and thinks that, and lists every single person in the canon (probably in some kind of database, with numerical codes and assigned weights for each category and stuff) and weighs all the pros and cons and finally, after a lot of careful deliberation, selects a candidate for the position of Significant Other."

This is the first step in that process.

G | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | No Relationships