#Fort Wayne IN

[p1nkshield]

Damian: Grayson has decided that he is once more my sole benefactor for socialization.

Jon: Yeah?

Damian: He is currently trying to get me to join the art club.

Jon: That sounds fun!

Damian: No, I do not think finger painting and making macaroni art is fun.

Jon: Oh.

Damian: …I need you to act as a friend to give Grayson the peace of mind to get off my back. Please attend this “sleepover” that he keeps describing.

Jon: !!!

Damian: …

Jon: Are you inviting me over!?

Damian: … unfortunately yes.

Jon: I’LL ASK MY PARENTS!

Damian: Please calm down this is all a farce.

Jon: DAD SAID YES IM SO GONNA WIN OUR PILLOW FIGHT

Damian: Hold on if any one is winning a battle of pillows it is going to be me.

[thisisrealy2kok]

Pulse - Saturday 25 April 1998 in Fort Wayne, IN

[kinodraws]

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A tattoo shop that is local to me (Fort Wayne Indiana) got attacked by an arsonist. The artists are okay, but their property is absolutely fucked.

Please spread this as much as you can and donate if possible. They did nothing to deserve this.

[deadontheinsidesexyontheoutside]

A billboard in Indiana supporting Palestine with 6 year old Hind Rajab who was killed by the Israeli occupation.

Billboards go up in Fort Wayne raising awareness for Palestine | WANE 15

[dailyhomestarfacts]

Fact 18:

A few of the permanent character heads in the files for the Quote of the Week remain unused

Specifically, these are So and So, Fightgar, Silent Rip, Eh! Steve!, Old Timey Marzipan, Fort Wayne Locomotive and Doreauxgard

[cecexoxo]

Wayne Family Brownstone townhouse in Fort Graye

I fixed my Fort Graye build in the sims 4 the other day. My gallery id is SyrsaSissa and the build is called "Bruce Wayne's Townhouse". It's a residential rental lot type (64x64 I placed mine in Windenberg). Make sure to use bb.moveobjects on before placing it!

It has 6 townhouses (3 of them are just shells to prevent lag and cause you can only have 6 rental units), and a few apartments (one of them is under the same unit as Bruce's house because I have Jason living there and wanted to control him as well lol). There's also a bar, a bank, a gym and a restaurant.

There's a micro bat cave in the sewers and one under the house. Sims can walk through the manhole cover so it's not really blocking the sewer entrance.

[smellsr0tten]

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[uncpanda]

Found in the Fort

Requested by: ANON 

Prompt: “Your eyes are the prettiest things I’ve ever seen”

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader 

Warnings: Pretty heavy toxic family. Nothing graphic, but still. 

“I’ve never met the parents before.” 

“I’ve never introduced a boy to my parents before.” 

“That’s not really all that comforting.” 

“It wasn’t meant to be.” 

Dick shoots you a look, and your lips quirk up. To be honest, you’re dreading this meeting more than he is. On the other side of the restaurant doors await your parents and two older sisters. Your parents, while rich, had been unhappily married for nearly twenty years now. 

Then there were your sisters. Jill was a high profile business executive who chose not to have a relationship. The other, Jan, was a partier who was intent on being a reality TV star. And then there was you. You were messed up in your own particular way, but you’d sought help. Your therapist had worked wonders in getting you over your troubles with relationships and teaching you how to deal with your parents. 

You feel Dick place a hand on the small of your back, “Are you okay?” 

You don’t look at him, “I’m just going to apologize now.” 

“Nothing that happens tonight is your fault.” 

You pull away and walk to the bench a few steps away; he follows. You take a few deep breaths and look at him, “I know nothing they do or say is my fault, but man I don’t want to do this.”

He takes your hand in his, “We can always go.” 

You shake your head, “No. I need to do this. Let’s go.” 

He squeezes your hand once, and the two of you go inside. You spot your father immediately. He smiles at you, Jill looks up from her phone long enough to wave, your mother continues drinking, and Jan continues taking selfies. 

The night goes about how you would expect. Your father drills Dick on his plans for the future and his career. You can tell he’s not a fan of the detective thing. Your oldest sister barely says hi, your mother asks questions that border on too personal, and your other sister keeps trying to take pictures of him.

Halfway through dinner you’re mentally drained, and you excuse yourself to the bathroom. You’re in the middle of washing your hands when Jan comes in. She pauses at the sink. You begin the countdown in your head, you only reach five before she asks, “How the hell did you land Bruce Wayne’s adoptive son?” 

You turn the water off, “He has a name.” 

“Who cares. I can’t believe you haven’t locked him down yet. I mean, I know he’s a cop, but still, when his old man dies that money has to go somewhere.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek as anger wells inside you, “I’m not with him for his money.” 

“Please.” 

“Believe it or not Jan, money isn’t the most important thing to some of us.” 

She looks at you, “What family did you grow up in? Mom and dad hate each other, but they won’t get divorced because of the money. Jill works her ass off so she has the same money. Me? I find rich guys who can do the work for me. And your rich guy? He has the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.” 

That’s the last straw, “Go to hell Jan. If you want to be like mom and dad and Jill, you go right ahead. Not me.” 

You head out of the bathroom. You stop long enough at the table to grab Dick, “We’re leaving.” 

He doesn’t even try to disguise his relief, “Thank God.” 

You ignore the calls of your family as the two of you head out. Once you’re out in the fresh air, you suck in a deep breath. 

Dick waits for you to say something, “Man . . . my family sucks.” 

“Yeah. They do. Do you feel better?”  

You smile and look at your husband, “About not having them in Eleanor’s life? Yeah. About not having them in our lives? Yes again.”

He wraps an arm around your shoulder and starts guiding you down the street, “I still have no idea why they reached out after all this time.” 

Dick nods, “I might. Your dad was hinting at money troubles while you were in the bathroom.” 

You feel a headache coming on, “Makes sense. They disowned me when I stopped playing their games. We’ve been together five years, married three. They didn’t come to the wedding or even call when I had the baby, but hey, when they’re running out of money . . .” 

Dick brings you in close to him. He wraps himself around you in a protective bubble, and he kisses your forehead. “Let’s go home.” 

It’s much earlier than expected when you walk into your apartment. There’s a large blanket fort in your living room, and you can smell fresh cookies in the kitchen. You hear giggling in the fort. You silently slip off your shoes and crawl in, with Dick right behind you. You find Bruce, Jason, Tim, and Damian in the fort they’re all reading. Eleanor is in there too, fast asleep on Bruce’s chest. You smile at the sight. 

They don’t ask any questions and you’re grateful for that. Instead, Bruce seamlessly passes your sleeping daughter to you. You and Dick cuddle her close and you thank the Lord for this family you found. 

[onthisdayts]

The Fearless Tour

June 7, 2009 - Fort Wayne, Indiana

[doraambrose]

Late mother's day post! Tomorrow morning is my last final and then I'm done with school!

I've been sick this week, as well as making these for my grandma and great grandma (my mom's painting isn't finished in time, but I got her flowers, etc.). The butterflies for my grandma is from when we went to the butterfly exhibit at the botanical gardens and those were butterflies I photographed. The flowers are also from the Botanical gardens. My great grandma played the piano and organ at the Fort Wayne embassy for years, so I painted her the piano surrounded by Daisys and another flower I can't remember the name of, but they're her birth month flowers.

Anyway, I got a lot of cool art asks and regular asks for Jason and I'm going to start answering them, however, Tumblr is weird when I try to post twice in one day, so that's why I've been answering only one a day. Stay tuned! Got some great jason related content coming!

[pinkstarlightcomputer]

Wayne Forte "Still Life" 2017

[waywardidjitdaughter]

Something I just recently found out about the onset of POTS: it can initially be triggered by an infection. People have developed it after battling Covid-19. I've never had covid (she says as she goes and knocks on every piece of wood in her house) but I was hospitalized last year for three days to be treated for sepsis that was brought on by a silent UTI. My symptoms started at that time. Unfortunately I was being treated by an idiot doctor in a crummy hospital. They kept saying those symptoms were anxiety and drugging my ass to high hell on benzos and gave me an antibiotic that is known to be very dangerous for EDS patients. They also gave me permanent scars because no one would listen when I said I have Ehlers Danlos Syndrome and to be gentle with my skin when inserting IVs. One nurse was just a nasty piece of work and kept stabbing me like she was a horror movie villain from the 80s and told me to suck it up when I ended up in tears. Yes, I reported her and she was actually held accountable for her behavior. Long, rambling story short my (amazing) new doctor thinks the sepsis combined with my EDS triggered the POTS and stay FAR AWAY from St. Francis Hospital in Memphis if you have EDS or POTS...or a fucking paper cut. Baptist Memorial Hospital is your friend here in Memphis.

To anyone in the Memphis area who needs a good doctor to treat your POTS or EDS, message me. I'll send you my doc's contact info. He's been a true hero to me and I love him to death.

Also, anyone in Fort Wayne, Indiana who knows of a good doctor, please hit me up with the information. I'm moving sometime in the next year. I love my doctor but there is just too much violence in Memphis. The shootout behind my house last month where a bullet went through my next door neighbor's living room window was the last straw for my husband and I.

[mydailyvintagephotos]

Remembering Dick York 🌹🕊️

On his Birthday

✨September 4th 1938✨💫

[orchidvioletindigo]

Hey y'all remember that post I made in June about a white male Fort Wayne PD officer who killed a young black man named Linzell "Zelly" Parhm at a traffic stop?

Same cop, Mason Wills, just got caught on camera alongside another white male FWPD officer, Matt Pierr, brutalizing a black woman named Tyjana Smith at a traffic stop.

The language they use to describe her is almost unbelievably loaded with fatphobia and misogynoir. Everything about Tyjana and her actions in defense of herself is characterized as violent and dangerous. They say she weighed well over 200 lbs and used her tremendous size against them when she in fact only weighs 180 lbs and is 5'4". They even call her leaning away from their grabbing hands violent.

Tyjana thankfully survived this encounter but was thrown in jail. Wills and Pierr had the gall to complain about abrasions and pain they sustained from this encounter while not mentioning that they repeatedly punched Tyjana in the face.

[lovelyballetandmore]

Jack Miller | Fort Wayne Ballet

[smellsr0tten]

lil wingman for dwayne!!