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DOWNTON FAM SEEING TWISTERS IS SO PERSONAL TO ME!!!!
#downton abbey#michelle dockery#hugh bonneville#allen leech#harry hadden paton#I love to see the fam in the wild#I also loved twisters so I'm thrilled about this#also Michelle forever a style icon she's my favorite
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could i interest you in some... nova doodles? *opens my ratty coat to reveal various files in a neat row*
#the discord has been going wild actually /pos#so while i cannot share anything with potential spoilers (if any of it ever ends up being shared as a coherent story)#i would like to share cute lil AU doodles#because i love the STEM fam very much#(also: you all would get to see young nova 👀)#oc-posting my beloved <3#stars speaks#.txt
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thinking about f/ather's day and how n/ancy doesn't do shit for t/ed now that she's older. when she was little, i imagine that k/aren would buy a gift for him and say that it was from the kids and she'd have them make little homemade cards for t/ed, but now that n/ancy and m/ike are older (and old enough to truly see their family dynamic for what it really is), they don't do shit for him. you can't tell me i'm wrong.
t/ed is a literal fucking h/omophobe who isn't at all present in his kids' lives unless k/aren twists his arm (and even then he does the bare minimum). providing for your family bc you feel like you have to otherwise it'll look bad on you doesn't mean that you are a good father. kids need more than financial stability from a parent. they need love and attention and t/ed just doesn't give that to his kids. he doesn't deserve to be celebrated on f/ather's day; eat me. dfalsdfj;
#i didn't mean to get so heated but like- you're gonna look at me and tell me that he's a good dad??? nah fam. miss me with that shit thanks.#the amount of t/ed w/heeler apologists i see is WILD!!! like- truly BAFFLING!!!!!!!!! like damn. money don't mean shit if you don't have#love for your own kids. like c'mon now. t/ed w/heeler does the BARE MINIMUM for his family and you will never convince me otherwise. he's#a BAD DAD but he puts a roof over his family's head so ig that makes it ok??? logic. where is it?#ANYWAY- got me thankful for my own dad lmao. he ain't perfect but he ain't t/ed fuckin w/heeler so that's a plus#ooc.#headcanon.
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lallaaalalala just some things on my mind
#this has been a rant#<- in advance. im going off in the tags. xo#getting close to making a decision abt doctoral programs is STRESSING ME OUT even tho i think ik which i'll choose#one ik will be a good school environment and will be manageable but the other has much. better training and will prep me for#literally anything i could want to do with a whole ass doctorate afterwards when im licensed#next thing. i fucking hate that i have no clue what i look like objectively lmfao. losing weight is great and all (healthy) but#it's fucking with my idea of myself even more than it ever was bc. now it's a 'bad' thing that some things look big on me#(bc THEY FUCKING ARE lol) like today i ended up buying some clothes and yay great but like. my mom was like#yeah so you can wear these instead of what. ur wearing now bc that's gotten big on you etc#and im just ksjghdf it's just a little baggy and also i like it?? but ok whatevesjkdkfdhkh i like the. new ones too im juyst. ??#just in general there's always gonna be Something yknow? annoying. anyway#next thing is that im away w family rn and lovemy fam love spending time with them but it;'s been TWO DAYS and im already#losing......so much patience with some people like. my younger cousins. im. GRR.and i love having some other people around#but we're meeting up w the rest of our group tom and we'll basically be DOUBLE in size for the next week plus and im so#nervous that i'm already at my last nerve with everyone adn that i'll be too overwhelmed/tired/etc that i won't enjoy the rest of the trip#next thing is that it's WILD graduation is literally in six weeks but so mmuch has to happen before then it's making me dizzy#other side note thing im beyond excited to see taylor and have weird anxiety about it but meh. im fucking PUMPED#another thing. it's someones bday tomorrow who ive had a Rough year with (ive mentioned stuff abt them before) and it's just. weird feeling#i dont rem if they even texted me for my bday now im curious im gonna go look lmfao but. obv i'll text them anyway#it's just ... lots of weird feeling thinking abt how much has changed in a year with them. shrug#ok maybe that's it woo
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WIP Update here!
Hey the Good Omens fam. Having fun?
Me? I'm very well. I just discovered David Tennant played Richard II - Yeah, I'm late, I know :-D
So, just a sneak-peek. My own kind of "They're not talking". Still a WIP...
See you soon...! <3
Edit (2024, January 14th): this. Is. Getting. So. Wild. Thank you so much for your likes and reblogs, I was a little bit disappointed about my skills, now I am fine and I WANT to continue to publish. I am currently trying to improve my skills with a Good Omens Daily Sketch personal challenge, so feel free to discover it (link). When this Challenge is finished, I will definitely come back and complete this "Richard-II kiss-inspired" sketch. Thanks you all for your support, you are amazing 😊
My previous GO works: #ElenthyaAndGoodOmens
#good omens#good omens fanart#aziracrow#crowley#aziraphale#ineffable husbands#wings wings wings!#art#my art#wip#ineffable partners#illustration#digital art#wings#ElenthyaAndGoodOmens#they're not talking#and i am SO OK with it now#gos3#good omens season 3#david tennant#richard ii#michael sheen#ElenthyaGallery
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Frfr I fecking love EOW Zelda so much, y’all have no idea. She may look like a normal lil princess on the surface but she’s definitely just as if not more crazy than BOTW/TOTK Link & I’m not kidding. She’s a girl who gets zoomies. Nobody blinks when she swims in the well or climbs onto the rooftops (both are possible, even easy before the Tri-rod!). Her family calls her “spirited,” when being polite. She’s about as good at climbing & swimming as she is at running (without magic item assistance!). Her rock climbing speed is particularly insane, faster than BOTW, even before you figure out spamming B makes her climb faster! She’s short & may not always be able to reach the trees without a trampoline… once she’s up there though she’s better at clamoring among the trees than the actual Hero Of Wilds. She’s scurrying along like a lil monkey. She sees a place she wants to go, she figures out how to get there by sheer spite & insanity. She’s definitely got tree or rose-bush branches sticking out of her hair more often than not at like all times through her whole life. Truly no wonder why the other leaders haven’t met her yet, fam was definitely hoping she’d grow out of her feral zoomies stage of girlhood but welp that’s clearly never going to happen… they all still love her though. She’s a what if botw Zelda actually had the chance to happily bloom with a loving, even if mildly exasperated-at-times family. She isn’t forced to “grow up,” & it’s in-fact her free spirit that saves Hyrule. I have many feelings, EOW Zelda’s freaking amazing.
#Echoes Of Wisdom#EOW Zelda#Preistess Of Legend#Legend Of Zelda#LOZ meta#loz eow#eow#TJ Overanalysis#eow spoilers#Echoes Of Wisdom Spoilers
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The "Interview"
(All characters are 18+)
It was a cold Friday night in London, and four friends—Elliot, Jake, Micah, and Julian—stood in line outside one of the most famous music venues in the city. It was a milestone of sorts: they’d saved up for months, gotten their tickets with just enough time before they turned 18, and now they were about to witness their favorite artist, Central Cee, live in concert.
They were all from the U.S., fresh out of high school, and their friendship had grown strong over the years. It wasn’t just their shared love of music that kept them close, but also their shared experiences navigating life as gay teens in America. Each one had their own story, their own struggles and victories, but they found comfort in each other—through late-night talks, inside jokes, and nights spent dancing to the latest rap tracks.
Elliot, the group's de facto leader, was a tall, lanky guy with curly dark brown hair, a hint of stubble on his chin, and a sarcastic sense of humor that had everyone in stitches. Jake, the creative one, had a boyish charm about him with a mop of messy hair and a slightly mischievous grin. Micah was the quiet, introspective one, with a soft smile that always made him seem like he was in on a secret. Julian, the most confident and adventurous, had an athletic build, a razor-sharp jawline, and always seemed to be the one pushing the others to take risks.
Tonight, though, something felt different. Maybe it was the excitement of being in London, or the energy of the crowd around them, but all four felt a growing anticipation buzzing through their veins. As they entered the venue, a man in a black hoodie approached them. He had the swagger of someone who knew exactly who they were.
“You lot," he said, "you’re coming with me.”
Before they could ask questions, the man led them backstage, where they were ushered into a dimly lit room with plush furniture. There, standing with his back turned, was none other than Central Cee himself. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Elliot felt a strange energy in the room, something that made his pulse race.
“Right,” Central Cee said, turning around with a grin that was both welcoming and knowing. “You lot came here to see me. But before you go back out there, how about a quick chat?”
The boys exchanged puzzled glances. They had no idea what was going on, but curiosity got the better of them. Each one was called up one by one for what seemed like a simple interview, but no one expected the transformation that would follow.
Elliot was the first to be pulled forward. As soon as he stepped up to Central Cee, a strange warmth washed over him. Central’s eyes glinted with something that made Elliot feel exposed, like he could read everything about him in an instant.
“Tell me something about yourself, fam,” Central Cee said casually, his voice smooth but commanding. “What’s your vibe?”
Elliot was taken aback. He wasn’t used to being asked such personal questions, especially not in front of his friends, but something about the moment made him open up.
“I guess… I’m the group’s leader, y’know? Always planning, always keeping us together,” Elliot said, trying to sound confident.
Central Cee smirked. “Sounds like you’ve got control, yeah? You wanna take control of your life in a new way?”
Before Elliot could respond, a rush of heat spread through his body, and suddenly his skin felt tight, as if something was shifting beneath it. His hair—once wild and curly—grew smoother, darker, and slicked back into a tousled fringe that framed his face perfectly. His broad frame shrank slightly, his arms growing more defined, and his posture shifted into something… cooler. He felt a tug at his accent—his American drawl fading into a crisp London twang. His clothes adjusted too, becoming baggier, more streetwear-oriented. A hoodie and a pair of well-worn tracksuit bottoms replaced his previous outfit.
The transformation was shocking, but what was even more surprising was how right it felt. He no longer cared about his past life as an American teenager; everything about him now screamed British roadman, and he loved it.
“Oi, you proper now, bruv,” Central Cee said with a nod of approval.
Elliot didn’t even recognize the name he'd had before—Elliot felt so far away. He was Rhys now.
Jake was up next. He had been watching Elliot closely, but before he could ask him what had happened, Central Cee locked eyes with him.
“Your turn, fam. What makes you tick?”
Jake wasn’t used to feeling vulnerable, but somehow, with Central Cee’s sharp gaze on him, all of his walls crumbled.
“I… I guess I just like to push boundaries. Take risks,” Jake said, almost unsure of his own words. “I’m always looking for something new.”
Central Cee raised an eyebrow. “New, huh? How about we make you new, yeah?”
Jake didn’t even have time to process the words before another wave of heat swept through his body. His hair grew out, settling into a perfect, messy fringe. His slim, artistic frame bulged with muscle, and his clothes morphed into the streetwear of a London roadman. A gold chain appeared around his neck, and his voice shifted from his American accent to a street-smart British one.
He felt a sense of ease settle into his chest. His friends were still standing there, but it was as if a part of him had clicked into place. He was no longer that shy, creative guy from America. He was something else now—someone who walked the streets with confidence, ready to take on whatever came his way.
Central Cee nodded approvingly. “That’s it. You look proper now, bruv. Name’s Connor now, yeah?”
Jake felt a grin tug at his lips. He was Connor now. No going back.
Micah was nervous, but he didn’t show it. He had always been the quietest, the most introspective, and he wasn’t sure what to make of all of this. When Central Cee called his name, Micah stepped forward slowly.
“Alright, what about you, bruv?” Central Cee asked, his voice softer but still commanding. “What’s your story?”
“I’m… I’m always thinking,” Micah said, his voice unsure. “I overanalyze everything. I never really feel like I belong.”
Central Cee grinned knowingly. “Well, maybe you need to belong to something, yeah?”
Micah blinked, and then, just like the others, the heat surged through his body. His hair fell into a perfect, tousled fringe, his body became leaner and more athletic, and his eyes darkened with a new intensity. His accent shifted smoothly from American to a sharp London tone. His clothes became the uniform of someone who belonged in the streets: a puffer jacket, ripped black jeans, and trainers that had seen some miles.
As the transformation completed, Micah felt an unfamiliar confidence rise in him. He no longer felt out of place—he was home. He looked down at his clothes, his new identity settling around him like a second skin.
“You fit in, bruv. You were always meant to be one of us,” Central Cee said, grinning.
He was no longer Micah. He was Liam now, and it felt right.
Finally, it was Julian’s turn. He walked forward, a little slower than the rest, already knowing what was about to happen.
“You look ready,” Central Cee said with a raised eyebrow. “What’s your vibe?”
Julian shrugged, exuding that confidence that had always been his trademark. “I’m the one who always takes things head-on. I don’t overthink. I just do it.”
Central Cee’s grin widened. “Good. You’ll fit right in.”
As the words left Central Cee’s mouth, the final transformation hit Julian. His hair fell into the same tousled fringe, and his athletic build became even more solid. His voice shifted to a crisp, confident British accent. His old American swagger was gone, replaced by the loose, easy movements of someone who lived and breathed the streets of London. The clothes shifted too: a grey tracksuit replaced his previous outfit, and he felt the weight of it like armor.
Julian looked at himself in the mirror, barely recognizing the person staring back. The name Julian felt like an echo from a past life. Now, he was Brayden.
Central Cee slapped him on the back. “That’s the energy we need, fam.”
By the time they all stood together, they were unrecognizable—not just in appearance, but in their very essence. Their American pasts felt distant and irrelevant. They were no longer Elliot, Jake, Micah, and Julian. They were a new crew now, a gang of roadmen. They were Rhys, Connor, Liam, and Brayden. And they had found their place in the world, alongside Central Cee and his crew.
As the night went on, the boys realized that the transformation was complete—not just on the outside, but deep down inside. They had found a new identity, a new family, and a new life.
And they would never go back.
After the transformation, Rhys, Connor, Liam, and Brayden became something entirely different—no longer just American teens trying to find their place in the world, they had now fully embraced their new roadman personas. Their lives, their outlook, and even their identities had shifted, and London had become their new home.
Their American pasts were like faded memories, barely a whisper beneath the streets they now walked. It was all about swagger, respect, and the code of the roads.
But the change wasn’t just about looking the part—it was about living the life. And soon enough, their new relationships started to follow suit.
Rhys was the first to find someone who matched his energy. With his newfound cocky, confident persona, it didn’t take long for him to catch the attention of Jada, a fiery girl with a sharp tongue and a gaze that could pierce through anyone. She wasn’t fazed by Rhys’ swagger or his roadman façade. In fact, she called him out on it immediately.
“Oi, what’s all this ‘I’m the boss’ talk, bruv?” Jada said, smirking as she leaned against the brick wall outside the club. Her dark curls framed her face, and the gold hoops in her ears caught the dim streetlights. “You ain't fooling me. You’re just another lad trying to play the game.”
Rhys couldn’t help but laugh, impressed by her directness. “Nah, I’m solid, Jada. You don’t know me like that.”
Jada raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Alright then. Prove it, fam. Take a walk with me.”
And so, they did. They spent the next few weeks growing closer, with Jada often pulling Rhys out of his comfort zone—making him think about things outside the tough-guy persona he had built. But that was what Rhys needed. He’d never had someone challenge him like that before.
They became inseparable. Jada was just as street-smart as Rhys, and together, they ruled the London streets. They’d walk hand-in-hand through the parks, both in their tracksuits, looking like they owned the place.
“You’re solid, Rhys,” she’d say, the praise always followed by a cheeky grin. “Just don’t get too cocky.”
Rhys grinned back. “Ain’t no such thing as too cocky when you’re with me, babe.”
Connor, the fiery and unpredictable member of the crew, found his match in Sienna, a girl with an even sharper attitude and a style that could’ve been pulled straight from a London streetwear magazine. She had platinum blonde hair, bold eyeliner, and a strut that made heads turn. But beneath that tough exterior, Sienna was sweet, loyal, and down for whatever her crew needed.
When they first met, Connor was quick to try to impress her. He’d never been the type to settle down, but there was something magnetic about Sienna. Maybe it was her ability to look him in the eye and call his bluff or the way she could hang with the boys without breaking a sweat.
“You think you’re all that, don’t you?” Sienna said one night, her eyes narrowing playfully as she crossed her arms. She stood in the doorway of a local warehouse, the music from inside barely audible over the sound of the street.
Connor shrugged, his grin never fading. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’ve got the look, the vibe. The streets respect me.”
Sienna took a step closer, her lips curling into a teasing smile. “Respect’s earned, fam. You ain’t earned it just by walking around like you own the place.”
Connor raised an eyebrow, impressed by her boldness. “You think you can teach me how it’s done?”
“I’m the only one who knows how it’s done around here,” she shot back.
They spent their days cruising around the streets together, from the markets in Camden to the nightclubs of Shoreditch. For Connor, Sienna was more than just a pretty face—she was a roadman in her own right, teaching him the ropes when he needed it.
Eventually, Connor realized he wasn’t just playing the game—he was in it for real. And Sienna was the partner he never knew he needed.
“You’re mad, Sienna,” he said one night as they chilled on the rooftop of a warehouse, gazing out at the city. “Proper roadman energy.”
“Always, fam,” she replied, looking at him with a grin. “You just gotta keep up.”
Liam was always the quiet one in the group. The introspective type. He’d never really fit in back in the U.S. as the thoughtful guy who was constantly overanalyzing everything. But now? Liam had fully embraced his new persona, and it felt natural. He’d found his own rhythm, and Tasha, a girl with soft curls and an easy smile, seemed to ground him in ways he never expected.
They met at a local pub one night when Liam was deep in conversation with Central Cee. Tasha had overheard Liam talking about the roads, about loyalty, and about the importance of family. It wasn’t long before she joined them.
“Oi, I heard what you said about loyalty,” Tasha said as she slid into the booth next to Liam. “I like that. Loyalty’s everything in this life.”
Liam was taken aback. Most people didn’t get it—not like Tasha did. But she understood. She had the same respect for the streets that he did, the same need to feel connected to something bigger than just himself.
They started spending more time together, and Liam found himself opening up to her in ways he hadn’t with anyone else. She pulled him out of his head, reminding him that sometimes the best way to live was to be present.
“I get you, Liam,” Tasha said one night as they walked through the back streets of East London, hand-in-hand. “You’re all about keeping things real. But you’ve gotta let go sometimes, bruv.”
Liam nodded, smiling softly. “I’m learning. You’re a good one, Tasha.”
Tasha smirked, giving him a playful nudge. “Ain’t no ‘good one’ about me. But you’re alright, Liam.”
Brayden was the most adventurous of the crew, always pushing the boundaries and diving headfirst into any situation. But it was Mia, a girl with bright green eyes and a sharp edge, who caught his attention. She was a force of nature, confident and quick-witted, with an easy laugh and a demeanor that made you believe she could handle anything thrown her way.
Brayden had always been the type to enjoy the thrill of the chase, but Mia? She was the chase. She didn’t take his cocky attitude or his charm seriously.
“What makes you think you can just walk up to me like that?” Mia asked, raising an eyebrow as Brayden tried to work his usual magic on her.
“I’ve got that roadman swag,” Brayden said, leaning in close with a confident grin. “And you? You’ve got that energy I can’t ignore.”
Mia smirked. “Alright, I’ll bite. But don’t think you can impress me that easily, bruv.”
It didn’t take long before Brayden was hooked. Mia challenged him in a way no one else did—pushing him to take risks, to not always play it safe. Together, they were unstoppable.
“Oi, Brayden, you’re all about showing off, but can you handle me?” Mia teased one night as they walked through a local alley, her voice light but full of challenge.
Brayden shrugged, a grin on his face. “You won’t even know what hit you.”
Mia rolled her eyes. “We’ll see, bruv.”
The Crew, Together
As time went on, Rhys, Connor, Liam, and Brayden—along with Jada, Sienna, Tasha, and Mia—became a family. A crew that ran the streets of East London, with their messy fringes and cocky grins, and they moved as one.
The bond between the boys had deepened, and with their girlfriends now a part of their world, their crew was unstoppable. Together, they hit the streets, ran the clubs, and lived the life they’d always dreamed of. They’d found their place, not just as roadmen, but as a unit.
There was no going back. They were part of something bigger now—something that couldn’t be broken. Their names were no longer American. They were Rhys, Connor, Liam, Brayden, and their girls were with them, each one just as fierce and loyal as their men.
Together, they owned London.
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You came face to face with a wolf in the woods? What’s the story in that
ok ok so i'm driving through the woods down from Oregon to visit the fam in California, right? And right as i'm about to cross the border from OR to CA i'm like, oh shit, pops is the only one i don't have a christmas present for.
So i see this big weird log-cabin-ass liquor store and i'm all, he loves a unique bottle of wine, gotta be something in there he can't get back home so i pull in.
It's a building made of logs all by itself on the edge of the woods in the hills along the N. border of California. While i'm in there i ask to use the bathroom and they tell me sure, it's a small separate building behind the store
just walk down the foot path into the woods a few yards until you get to the fork and take the right side path to the little bathroom hut. Don't take the left side path unless you want to disappear all the way into the woods. Cool.
So i walk into the woods on the little trail, and i get to the fork in the path, and i can see the little bathroom hut off to the right. Before i take the right, as i'm standing there, i look down the left side path that trails off into the woods.
And right then this full grown wolf steps out onto the trail, about 15 feet from me.
it was in fact, this exact wolf. Altho he is older in this picture than when i met him. When he stepped out to come face to face with me that day, he was quite a bit thinner.
Now at 15 feet, i instantly knew he was a wolf. Not a coyote, certainly not a dog, when you're close and you look in their face it's just different in the snout and eyes.
So i freeze, and i'm looking at him but i'm not making any sustained eye-contact and i'm feeling that weird calm feeling i get when shit is too serious to panic. And i'm trying to look bored because that's the safest middle ground between acting like prey and acting like a threat and i'm like, shit. Shit. Okay. This is a wolf. This is a whole ass wild wolf in the woods, only about 3 body lengths from me. What is about to happen here. One of us is going to do something soon and it better not be the wrong thing.
Wolf is just standing there the same as me. Wouldn't surprise me if it was having basically the exact same thoughts
i wasn't working professionally with dogs yet, but even then i knew canines real well, and as i'm standing there getting a real good look i realize, fuck, this wolf is like, just under 2 years old.
This is very bad news for me.
See, an experienced adult wolf knows things. For instance, an experienced adult wolf knows exactly what it prefers to hunt (not humans) and has probably gotten good at hunting those things (and is therefor not desperate for food) and an older experienced wolf knows that it really can't afford to get injured in a fight if it can avoid one, and probably has figured out that humans are to be left alone.
But a wolf between a year and a half and two years? Is just becoming an adult. This is a wolf that meets an animal the same size as it and has questions.
Questions like "Is this a creature i want to eat?" or "maybe this is a creature that wants to eat me?" and the problem with both of those questions is the answer can easily wind up being "i should probably try to kill it"
Because a mature wolf will assess a threat for the safest way to deal with it, but, like a twenty year old person, a young inexperienced wolf is more prone to brash actions, such as preemptively attacking something it perceives as a threat.
I'm checking his body language and it is reading as uncertain, patient, fairly relaxed but ready for explosive action. Not great, but could be a lot worse.
All this is going through my calm calm head. Like of course i am frightened, but in emergencies my heart like, actually seems to slow a bit? and i get this weird calm clear feeling.
Anyway i'm standing there looking at this wolf, and this wolf is looking at me, and i start to realize... i'm the mature adult in this situation. I have to be the one to decide how this encounter goes.
It was at this point i recalled something i read in a book about cats.
In this book, the author goes to visit her father who is studying lions in Africa. He's staying in a village and when she gets there she is told she might stumble across a lion in the brush if she goes walking around outside the village for any reason (which is why her father is there) and that if she DOES come across a lion, for generations the locals have had a little social exchange worked out with the lions, so she should speak loudly but politely to the lion, and then walk purposefully away at an oblique angle to the lion.
So of course she's on a walk one day and a lion suddenly stands up not far from her. She freezes, unable to do the thing she had been told to do. After waiting and waiting, finally the lion makes a series of loud grunts, and then walks off at an oblique angle, as if to show her how it was done.
I remembered how much sense that made to me when i read it. An oblique angle is like, not straight ahead of you and not straight to the side of you, but sort of halfway between, like one of the branches on a "Y". An oblique angle is more toward than away, so it cannot be mistaken for any kind of running away, but it isn't directly toward the animal enough to be threatening. it is the physical communication equivalent of "You're in my way, but i'll be polite and go around you".
At an oblique angle to my right was the bathroom. So trying to seem like i didn't care about the wolf at all while simultaneously keeping very close track of its reactions, I walked kind of toward him, but way off to one side.
He relaxed more as i did so, watching me go. Then i was inside the little bathroom with the door shut and all my calm went away.
I didn't have my phone on me, and i was in a tiny room in the woods, and all i could think was, jesus christ that was a wolf. A fucking wolf. I just like, walked right by a wolf. A wolf, dude. What if I open the door and the wolf is RIGHT there on the other side? Can i get the door shut fast enough or will he be able to force its way into this cramped space with me? Have i just trapped myself in the woods with this wolf?
Since i was in there anyway, i peed and washed my hands... and then i cracked the door open with my heart in my throat. But that wolf was long gone -- probably melted back into the woods the instant my eyes were all the way off it.
I went back into the liquor store and told the lady in there that there was a wolf nearby, and she said they'd caught a glimpse of it a couple times, and they thought it was a dog jumped out of somebody's truck? I'm not sure she believed me.
Couldn't really blame her. As far as i was aware, there hadn't been any wild wolves in California in close to a hundred years.
So when i got where i was going and found some time to myself around a computer a couple days later, i looked it up.
Sure enough it turns out this wolf on the northern border of California was Wolf OR-7, who, wearing a tracking collar, at one and a half years old, became the first confirmed wild wolf to be in California since 1924, crossing the Oregon border within two days of my sighting him in that area. I found a thread online of people who had managed to get photos of him crossing their property, and while i'm not an expert at identifying wolves, it seemed to be the same wolf. And the right age. And confirmed to be on the border of California the same time I was. And was the only wolf in a hundred years to be there.
I didn't notice a tracking collar on him, but he's also wearing it in the above pic i included, so you can seen how i might have missed it.
So, I met wolf OR-7 face to face! And it was very memorable.
He did very well for himself. Went back up to Oregon and got himself a mate, and founded the Rogue Wolf Pack, the first pack in west Oregon in forever. Most wild wolves are lucky to see six years, but OR-7 (sometimes called Journey) lived to be 11. Some of his pups grew up and started their own packs.
Somebody wrote a book about him, and there's some kind of movie or TV documentary about him i haven't seen, it's called OR-7's Journey or something like that.
Here's a map of his travels
These are his grandchildren, sired by one of his sons
and here is some documentation of wolves in Oregon and California that includes, for example, that OR-7's daughter, OR-54, traveled over 8,000 miles around California and even into Nevada. This is her:
Anyway, that's the story of the time i bumped into a wild wolf in the woods!
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Gringo Life
Carlos was breathing heavily. Today, his destiny might be decided. The savings of many years of hard work had been spent on Carlos's trip to the United States today. He was to meet the smuggler in a village not far from the border crossing. Carlos was to come without luggage, without papers. Only with the clothes on his back. Of course, that sounded strange, but Carlos did as he was told. He wore his best clothes. He had gotten himself a new hat. He looked hot. He was an alpha paisa! He would make a career for himself in the land of the gringos.
At the agreed meeting point, a man was standing next to a surprisingly clean new pickup. He looked like something out of a bad college jock comedy. Stars and Stripes tank top over a muscular, tanned torso. The buzz cut hidden under an upturned cap, powerful legs in tight jeans that also accentuated an impressive bulge at the crotch. Feet in dusty biker boots. He spat a bit of chewing tobacco on the street. “Carlos?” he asked. Carlos nodded with a dry mouth. “Good, then let's go.” With the little English he knew, Carlos asked where he should hide in this car. Probably not in the open loading area. The guy laughed and said that Carlos had booked a first-class ticket. You don't hide with this ticket. With this ticket, you drive the car into a better life yourself. He threw the car keys to Carlos and went to the passenger door. “Are you serious?” Carlos asked. He was already much more fluent than a few minutes ago. “You drive, I choose the music. By the way, I'm Zack!” Carlos climbed into the car. He had never sat in such a big and new and expensive car, let alone driven it. “You know how to drive an automatic, bro?” Zack asked. Carlos shook his head. “You'll learn!”
It was hot. Zack had turned off the air conditioning and rolled up the windows. Carlos had no idea which buttons to press to change that. He didn't want to ask Zack. Zack had turned up the music loud and was enthusiastically singing along to songs Carlos didn't know. He was sweating. He ran his hand over his neck. His mullet was soaked in sweat! “Coke?” Zack asked, opening what was obviously a cooled compartment in the center armrest. ‘Holy cow, dude! You're like, a total lifesaver! Thank you, fam!’ Carlos replied. With a heavy Spanish accent. But in fluent English!
“12 kilometers to the border” was written on a sign. Damn metric system, Carlos thought to himself. How many miles was that now? 10? Or more like 20? He drummed on the steering wheel to the beat of Chris Young's ‘Young Love & Saturday Nights.’ The muscles in his forearms twitched, making his tattoos dance. Zack opened the windows. The wind blew up Carlos' cut-off tank top. It felt damn good on his sweaty skin. At the end of the road, the border station appeared. Carlos took a deep breath. He slowed down. He rolled up to the Mexican border guard's hut. Zack handed Carlos two passports, which Carlos passed on. The officer only glanced through the window. He had to stand on tiptoe to see not only Carlos but also Zack in the big car. He stamped both passports and wished them a safe journey. Carlos breathed a sigh of relief. Although he knew that leaving Mexico was the easy part. Now came the entry into the USA. The officer could be a brother of Zack. Muscular, short-cropped hair, a tight, perfectly fitting uniform. He bared two rows of immaculate Hollywood-white teeth. “Welcome back to the USA!” he said as Carlos handed him the two passports. “What was the reason for your stay in Mexico?” “We were there to get wasted and hook up, y'all! Get ready for some wild times!” said Zack. The officer said that was indeed the best thing about Latinos. “Which one of you is Charles?” Silence… Zack nudged Carlos in the side. Carlos jumped and said, “My friends call me Chuck, Officer!” Zack grinned. The border guard looked at Carlos and then at the passport. Then he asked Carlos to take off his hat. Shit, the hat, Carlos thought. Of course, with it he looked like a wetback. He felt for the hat. There was no hat. He took off his trucker cap. His long blond hair fell into his face. He pushed it back. The border guard grinned and said that with short hair, Chuck would look less like a girl. He stamped the two passports and handed them back to Chuck in the car.
“So, what did I tell you?” said Zack. “Easier than stealing candy from a baby.” Chuck replied that he had obviously lost the bet. He wouldn't have believed in his life that the guy wasn't checking the back of the pickup. There were six kegs of the finest smuggled tequila rocking on the truck bed. “Dude,” Zack said. “Didn't you see the way the officer was staring at you? If you had told him you had the tequila on the truck bed, he would have let us through. The main thing is that you smile at him once.” Chuck kneaded the bulge in his torn jeans. Hell yes, the officer had been hot. But the load of his balls was reserved for Zack today. He had lost a bet, so Zack was allowed to suck him off in the repair shop. Chuck could only hope that the border guard was back on duty on the next trip to Mexico.
Chuck and Zack had been best bros since they first got kicked out of college together for drug smuggling. Behind the facade of the auto repair shop, they smuggled various things across the border. In both directions. It was lucrative. And each time they bet on whether they'd get caught or not. The loser had to empty his balls into one of the other's holes. They were rarely caught. For some reason, Chuck spoke fluent gutter Spanish like a construction worker. He didn't know when or where he'd learned it himself. That usually helped with problems at the border. And if that wasn't enough, a blowjob had been enough to get him out. Life was great.
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#male tf#muscle tf#reality change#inked man#tank top#race change#ai image#racial tf#jock tf#bro tf#broification
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That’s what family feels like – F1A/F2/F3/F4 Prema grid
Y/n joins Prema’s F1 Academy team and discover what found family feels like.
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Yourusername media done ✅ it was amazing meeting all my new teammates! Love you all and see you at the start of the season!
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User so excited for the Prema media!!!
User she actually seems so nice
Racerbia it was lovely meeting you <3
User The best team ever
Olliebearman Had an amazing filming experience with you! Wishing you the best season!
User Prema is really just a cool camp for racing kid
Arvid.lindblad yeah exactly
Dinobeganovic_ THIS IS REAL
User they’re so funny 😭
Prema_team Welcome to the fam Y/N
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F1academy Y/N Y/L/N wins the first race of the 2024 season!
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Prema_team Our girl on fire 🔥🔥
User Is that a hunger games reference?!
User I think they’re referencing her hair color
Kimi.antonelli 👏👏
User they’re so supportive of each other
User Y/N dominance could bore fans
User 4 freaking seconds ahead?! That girl is definitely the next Verstappen
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Prema_team All red on the podium for the first weekend! With a win from Ollie in F2, Dino in F3 and both Doriane and Y/N in F1A, podiums for Kimi, Arvid, Paul and Bianca, all our drivers tasted the champagne in Sakhir
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Racerbia The fire team >>>
User Prema dominance in every category in wild
User Yeahh literally in F2, F3, F1Academy
User Don’t forget the FRECA, Italian F4 and Italian karting
User They’re everywhere I swear 😭
Dinobeganovic_ I could get used to that red on the podium
Kimi.antonelli don’t forget our beautiful Italian anthem
Yourusername yeah, we know Kimi
Kimi.antonelli DID I TELL YOU HOW IT’S THE BEST IN THE WORLD
Paularon_ I swear he’s more patriotic than Americans
User15 The Bear 🐻, The Dinosaur 🦖 and The Fox 🦊
User16 Prema: the racing zoo
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Racerbia feeling the weekend
Tagged: Yourusername, Olliebearman, Kimi.antonelli, Paularon_ & 4 others
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Dorianepin best start of the season ever
User The Prema kids are partying 🔥🎉
User I mean why wouldn’t they when they’re dominating every championship
Olliebearman party like this next weekend?
Kimi.antonelli of course
Yourusername every weekend is even better
User come on, we want to see the wasted pictures
Paularon_ you’re NEVER getting those pictures
Dinobeganovic_ (he’s embarrassed by the things he did while drunk)
Prema_team WHAT DID WE SAY ABOUT THE ALCOLHOL??!
User oooh admin is pissed
Yourusername I swear to you that only the adults drunk
Arvid.lindblad admin she’s lying
Alexpowellracing can confirm
Racerbia thanks idiots, now they’re going to kill us because of you
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Prema_team working with teens: a post
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Racerbia bahahaha Ollie and Y/N sleeping
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Dion.gowda I won that game actually
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Prema_team Kings and Queens of the season
F1A championship: Doriane Pin F1Academy champion, Biance P2, Y/N P3
F2 championship: Ollie F2 champion, Kimi P3
F3 championship: Paul F3 champion, Dino P2, Arvid P4
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Ferraridriveracademy 👏👏
Mercedesamgf1 we have 2 champions and not you ����
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Yourusername don’t forget our amazing babies in F4 that dominated the top 5 of their championship
Dion.gowda stop calling us babies
Kean.nakamura.berta I’m literally a year younger than you
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F1 The best team award goes to Prema Racing winning constructor and driver championship in F2, F3, F1 Academy, FRECA and F4.
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Ferrari ♥️♥️
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Arvid.lindblad she did faint
User Y/N being real as always
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Olliebearman thanks papa :))
Mercedesamgf1 our kiddos are killing it 👏🖤
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Mclaren does anyone likes papaya?
Racerbia 👀
User IS THAT AN ANNONCEMENT?!!
Landonorris you want to replace me admin? 🥺
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Lewishamilton I'm so amazed by my childrens
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Well, i really hope you liked it ! This was my biggest work ever, all those post were so much work 😭. Likes and reblog are always appreciated. Feel free to leave a comment or to correct any mistakes.
Bye Bye Babes !
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I just made a VERY prominent realisation in terms of Superbat lore
As far as anyone in Gotham or Metropolis is concerned, Batman and Bruce Wayne are hooking up and Superman is in a polyamourus relationship with Pulitzer prize winning journalists Lois Lane-Kent and Clark Kent.
So imagine people's surprise when they see Batman, tangled up with Superman on the side of a building!
The tabloids are running wild, Bruce loves the attention and keeps on fucking with the reporters, while Lois and Clark are slowly going insane over the pressure that is Batman and Superman's passionately homosexual affair.
Not only does this have an affect on Bruce Wayne, it also affects the BATFAMILY as well!
Dick is betrayed, Jason is collecting money from other members of the Batfam, Oracle is disappointed, not because she didn't know, but because THIS is how the fam finds out, Damien is both angry and slightly delighted that there's a chance that he and Jon might become stepbrothers, Steph and Cass are ripping Bruce apart like a pomegranate with Superbat jokes, Selina is appearing on the doorstep to Wayne Manor with a box of pride flags, "to put up in 4 months", and Alfred is trying his best to be the supportive father figure he's been to Bruce almost his entire life, when he knows DAMN well that he's caught Clark Kent hiding in closets that Alfred is putting laundry away in a few months prior.
It's a mess, but like always, Batman and Superman find their way out together.
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Family dinner with Yuuji’s fam is probably wild
I would love to see that
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk leaks#jjk spoilers#jjk 257#itadori yuuji#yuuji itadori#ryoumen sukuna#sukuna ryoumen#kenjaku#kenjaku jjk#choso#choso kamo#itadori wasuke#itadori jin#itadori kaori
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ok, so i just finished the whole red robin run- i’d read most all of it but stopped around issue 24 before picking it back up this year.
and all i can say, is that sigma tim drake needs more attention. omg when i’m reading ANYTHING and lil nerdy twinky red robin OR robin pops up, especially in comparison to damian
(although i love damian too)
i’m like SHOCKED at how weak they make tim drake seem. like he’s the lil boy who needs batman’s approval and is always on the outskirts of the fam- omg the amount of times i see poor depressed sad “i don’t belong” tim in *fanfiction* is wild.
ras al ghul doesn’t only RESPECT tim, but FEARS him. he managed to weasel his lil way into the entire league of assassins computer system and BLEW IT ALL UP. he’s badass, smart, cool, and he pulls SO. MUCH.
and durning the red robin run bruce wasn’t even THERE for 85% of it. and tim, although his main goal during the beginning was to prove batman was alive, functioned ENTIRELY on his own- while being shunned from the superhero community after he THOUGHT he had lost most of his close friends.
he’s not *soft*, he played *ra’s al ghul*- RAS AL GHUL.
tim right now is my fav batfam member. but i’ve always hated the weird ass woe is me, tim. same with the tim that’s damian wayne’s bitch. nearly every fight and encounter since the initial introduction between them tim’s WON.
give me COOL, badass, batman’s EQUAL tim drake. give me unresolved sexual tension WITH CONNER, tim drake. (sorry bernard).
if ur new to comics get off ur booty and read RED ROBIN, or the og young justice (they could never make me hate uuu) and then come back and tell me tim drakes the weakest robin. nuh uh. no way.
anyway- some lil credits from my experience
#dc comics#rereading comics just cus#tim drake#timmy#they could never make me hate you#batman#dc universe#batfamily#timkon#timbern and timsteph are just as valid#but i love their friendship too#badass tim drake#red robin#tim drake red robin#batfam#love damian too#no robins the best#but him and steph are my fav#young justice
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...um...hi?
so if anyone's concerned, no I'm not dead.
Thankfully the digital studio is intact this year (thank god I would've had another mental breakdown istg-)
to all my lovely marshiemallows, thank y'all so much for your patience omg!!!!
(and to all my mutuals, @furornocturna and @violetjedisylveon in particular I'm so sorry I haven't been responding or active online at all, I'm so sorry-)
But to sum it up:
I'm on holiday in my home country rn and have been having a blast personally. Meeting relatives, childhood friends, the food, familiar places ect.
and I'll admit I do have a lot of free time outside that but honestly I do feel a wee bit burnt out ngl.
And with my spare time, I've jumped down the demon slayer rabbit hole
(huh who would've guessed)
Basically it's all been a huge break for me.
But I will still post lmk stuff dw. Though don't be surprised if you see a kny thingy pop up somewhere in the dreamscape!!
And for those curious about the fic:
I'm sorry I haven't updated at all, the wips are still in my drafts. I have no formal posting schedule but after returning and getting some work sorted out I'll see what I can do! But no promises!
Regardless, about the pic then.
It is a WIP. It's a sketch for a shadowalkers piece (Wooh! Haven't heard of that au in a while eh?)
I have redesigned mostly Bai He's outfit and added a little pouch for Macaca. The change was mostly so I had more freedom to do different top designs for the new members of the fam!
If anyone has suggestions for outfit designs or accessories or jewelery, hair, anything! let me know pls!
This is just the WIP stage and I really want to achieve that semi-wild, untamed but mysterious and refined gypsy look.
(Also its a guilty pleasure of mine to dress up my characters in aus or just for the fun of it lol)
And fun fact: Wukong's the only one in the fam wearing shoes lol.
Another fun fact: That brick pattern rag he's wearing? Was once a part of tripitaka's cassock from their days on the mountain. (see shadowalkers lore summary for context)
I didn't forget their tails this time! Wheeee!!
Oooh! Ooooh! Also the top half of Wukong's body? I did that myself sans references!!! Woooooooh!!!
Not that there's anything wrong with references of course. Pros and beginners use them and I do recommend them for poses, ideas and such.
Though I am proud I could think of something off like memory and make it work! I think...you can tell me otherwise lol
(BTW this is the after of the main plot where shadowpeach reconciles, they escape the town and Bai He gains a new stepbrother!)
SH!T I REALIZED I FORGOT MEI!!!!
UM I'LL ADD HER IN!! PROMISE!!!!
#lmk#lego monkie kid#my beloved#py's_art#lmk mk#lmk au#qi xiaotian#lmk sunburst duo#lmk sun wukong#lmk shadowpeach#lmk bai he#lmk six eared macaque#liu er mihou#lego monkey king#Shadowalkers au#wolfwalkers#wolfwalkers au#big brother mk#Mk and Bai He are siblings#bai he will steal your kneecaps#good dad wukong#dad macaque
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OH GREY WARDEN, WE'RE REALLY IN IT NOW.
ID in alt text, notes and oc infodump under the cut! PLEASE ask me about them they're my new babygirl of the week
Yeah. Ben-Hassrath Cousland is wild, I know. This was one of those 3 am thoughts that became a beloved oc and now they're my canon protag. Basically: She was being trained to be House Cousland's left hand to spy within the noble courts and intercept threats to her family's rule, and a large part of that meant being covertly sent to Orlais to train as a bard. Buuuut the bardmaster she studied under was an undercover Hissrad, and she wound up being converted to the Qun by her. Teenage Laurentia was in a spot where, like every kid, she was questioning the Andrastian beliefs she was raised with and all the unfair things she noticed in her society, so she was very open to the Qun.
Her role once she was sent back home was basically just to send reports detailing the inner workings of the Ferelden nobility and to be aware of any Tal-Vashoth activity in the area. Pretty benign shit, and the former task is what she was doing for her family anyway. Still recruited by the Wardens the normal way, via Duncan doing his "come with me if you want to live" shtick after the fam dies. None of the Blight Crew find her out save for Leliana, because Leli knows everything. She only reveals it to Sten just as he's about to hop on a ship back home LMAOOO.
They're genuinely very compassionate and sweet. A lil whimsical. Highly loyal and protective. Very lawful good (emphasis on lawful). It's a weird sort of internal reconciling - they are genuinely kind to most people and love listening to others' issues and helping them out. It just so happens that this makes them an excellent spy, because they're exactly the sort of person people feel comfortable opening up to, and they see no issue with passing relevant information on to the powers they spy for. The kindness is genuine, but it's also a tool, if that makes sense. Their duty comes before any attachments. On that Master Coercion grindset.
No romance because they're aro, but they do have a little homoerotic espionage cat and mouse goin on with Leliana (singing campfire songs and trading stories and braiding each others' hair included). They get along with all their companions besides Morrigan and Oghren, and even Morrigan is more just.. cordial passive aggression.
They exist in the same worldstate as my Orlesian Warden-Commander Gavriel! He's a veteran warden who joins them on the road after Lothering because his ass snuck into Ferelden to help the Wardens solo, and then he'll later become the WC while they become Arlessa because they have more political experience and he has more military experience.
They generally make the nicey nice choices, albeit not where magic is concerned, and even then it's purely out of an abundance of caution. They do NOT annul the Circle, they do that secret third option where you tell Greagoir there could still be blood mages so he puts the mages into quarantine and Wynne still joins you but the game counts it as siding with the Templars. They let Isolde kill Connor, rip lil dude. (Not like they have a choice, they would rather that than the blood magic anyway, but they kill Jowan soooooo.) Besides that, all nicey choices. Bhelen on the throne, Anvil destroyed, Zathrian reconciles and everybody lives, Ashes are not tainted, Loghain recruited, Alistair and Anora rule jointly, Gavriel and Morrigan know they'd never agree to the Dark Ritual so they do it behind Laurentia's back and nobody dies lmao.
Small notes on their disabilities: Wynne was the healer that did their cleft lip surgeries as a kid!! Their last surgery was when they were 6, so they do remember her :D & their hearing aids are lyrium-infused lazurite, the runes are all enchantments that combine to make it collect and amplify sound like an actual HA does. I love bullshitting magic technology.
Their mabari is named Princess, because they got her when they were 10, okay.
#dragon age#dragon age fanart#dragon age origins#dragon age warden#dao#dragon age oc#dao oc#grey warden#hero of ferelden#warden cousland#warden commander#qunari#ben-hassrath#the qun#original character#character design#bard#disabled artist#my art#oc: laurentia cousland
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Honestly, if I was reader I would weaponize the fact they literally know next to nothing about me. Hear me out
Bruce and fam show up and are like: it's so irresponsible for you to just disappear and not tell anyone, did you drop out of school just to get away
Me, knowing they never paid attention anyways: no one wanted to talk that night so I left a note. And no I didn't drop out, I graduated with honors. I went to/am going to college for___ degree. I took my diplomas with me because it's MY accomplishment
Or
Bruce letting his high tech medical machine do a series of tests because he's lost it and wants to know every detail down to your white cell count: you've had a significant damage to your pelvis in recent months
Me : oh yeah, My husband is going through a phase
Bruce : you're married???
Me : was it my ring or extraordinarily good sex life that gave it away??
Like seriously, I'd not pull any punches when it comes to hurting them back for what they did to me. Such as mentioning lasting injuries or traumatic events that happened while they were pretending I didn't exist. If anything I'd bring it up just to hammer in the fact that I.don't.need.them. And let them all have mental breakdowns. It gives me joy. And the best part is, they really wouldn't know what's fact or fiction. Let them go hunting for a husband that doesn't exist. Send them on wild goose chases for anything and everything they don't know.
Again, I love all of these spite posts and y'all are a RIOT and I love y'all for that, oh my god.
Icing on the cake? Of course the reader has gotten hurt in the past. They've overworked each and every last atom in their bodies just to have an inch of a connect with the Batfam, but still got nothing for their efforts. Which may or may not be mentioned in part 3 when stuff starts tumbling down even more.
Honestly, why not just make shit like that worse? How are they going to know?
You broke your wrist? Say it was your arm.
An ankle? Say it was both your legs and you were maybe even bedridden for a while. Or just on crutches (which may or may not be canon).
Hell, with the whole husband thing — why not lowkey turn it into a whole ass drama for the hell of it? You've had pervious partners in the past, and honestly some of them were kind of shit but there was this one person who you're actually kind of chill with. Maybe you still have a drink with them every now and again. You're married but have already been through your first divorce and have maybe been thinking of having children, or maybe you already do! (Which, of course, they can be pets but how is the Batfam going to know that right away?)
Basically, go off. They honestly deserve it, and especially because after years they still don't know the smallest thing about the reader. Well- besides that they're into music, and even then that's only about half of them? I believe?
The only one that would see through your bs is Alfred but he isn't going to say anything. Not without being sassy himself and heavily sarcastic. Even if he'll only play along for so long, your the favorite so it's okay. Besides it wouldn't be the first mind games he's played.
It may take everyone a little longer, but you can guess why. Hell, maybe some lies they'll never even find out about, since some of the best lies are told with a little bit of truth to them.
Regardless, it all spunds very fun ♡♡
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