#YEAH I KNOW THAT WOULD HURT OKAY

[upirium]

time to celebrate the female orgasm or whatever he said

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[lyxchen]

Shhh, be quiet or they'll hear you

(Close ups and some other versions are unter the cut also if you like my art then please reblog it)

[quietwingsinthesky]

i really do think the desire to paint ten as unambiguously The Worst™️ when it comes to his relationship with martha is out of this desire to uncomplicate their relationship. to decouple them as friends and people who profoundly impacted each other’s lives. it’s just an easier narrative to swallow: that ten was Awful to her and then martha kicked him to the curb when she realized she was too good for him. easier, maybe, then dealing with the troubles of unrequited affection don’t have to be anyone’s fault, or that ten shut martha out in a lot of ways but let her in in others that he wouldn’t let any other companion near, or that they were still friends, they still wanted to see each other and be around each other, even though it was messy and sometimes hurt. you know?

[jeanmoreausautismstickers]

oh nicky hemmick. I know your feelings are hurt so often

[moeblob]

son boy raccoon trash can man suffering in a dnd au as a cleric bc his warlock will not stop committing murders and he has to keep coming up with reasons murder is valid to convince the gm its fine and under control

[buster-loves-pr]

“You like power rangers because of the stories right?”

…..Yeah. Totally for the story

[littlefankingdom]

"Batman should have killed the Joker."

And then what? All his morals and what makes him an interesting character would have been ruined. And it would have been for nothing, because the Joker would have come back to life anyway, as he is an important DC character that sell. Those are comics that have been going on since the 40s, they don't have an end, they will go on as long as DC can make money out of it. They don't exist to tell a story, with a clear end, they exist to make money. The Joker will only disappear if he doesn't bring money, and he does. Bruce Wayne doesn't kill and it's a core to his character.

There's a ton of characters and protagonists that kill. Go read that instead of trying to change what Batman has always been, and leave us alone with our guy that values life.

Btw, THIS IS THE CASE FOR MOST OF THE BATFAM, so stop trying to change them too. Cass, Dick, Tim... They all value life and do not want to become killers. They are horrified at the simple idea they could become killers. Respect that or fuck off.

[galaxythreads]

Made cake at 11pm today to celebrate my engagement because my parents refused to be happy about it.There is perhaps a small amount of bitterness in me. Cake was good though. Even if it's kind of gray for some reason.

[edwinisms]

see I need ghost clothes to have properties more or less like regular clothes because wearing someone else’s jacket or shirt is one of the most important expressions of affection in existence and yes basically what I’m saying is i wanna see charles give edwin his jacket for one reason or another and see edwin get all flustered and giddy about it

[seaweedstarshine]

Thinking about the convolution of Eleventh Doctor's expressions of love for River Song in Season 7B. He does not trust Clara. He is utterly (wrongly) convinced that he and Clara are playing a grand manipulative game together. “What are you, eh?! A trick? A trap?!!”

So naturally, the last thing he should do in this game is to clue his opponent in on something that could be used to hurt him. Something like River, so painfully near the end of their time together, whose data ghost he can always see, who “it would hurt too much” to acknowledge. He can't let Clara know of the loss which constantly floods his senses; (“You are always here to me. And I always listen, and I can always see you,” he professes, once Clara has vanished into his timestream).

And yet. River fills his every moment (irregardless of any sneaking out for dates with increasingly-young Rivers while Clara is asleep like he did while the Ponds slept, which would explain his absence when the TARDIS is hiding Clara's bedroom). Even though it's not strategic, he can’t help but tell Clara about her. The best defense he can manage is to phrase it as if River isn’t as important to him as she is. Not only is avoiding her first name in his grief; he's also completely avoiding pronouns; which seems extreme given that he's still mentioning her as often as: “Oh yeah, of course he has! Professor Song! Sorry, it's just I never realized you were a woman.”

Leave out the emotion — leave out the details — don't show the cracks in the armor — play the part — win the game.

“Well, there's no point now. We're about to die. JUST TELL ME WHO YOU ARE.”

[monstermoviedean]

coworker was going on and on about the importance of regulating your nervous system today and i'm thinking 1) you don't know what that means and 2) if i were a teenager and someone told me to regulate my nervous system i would start throwing things. frankly it's hard not to throw things when hearing that as an adult.

[soap-is-an-artist]

Hooray... it's 7 in the morning and I stayed up all night listening to the imperium... I feel so happy and satisfied with my life choices...

I am feeling very much not cowabunga, dude

[SEVERE rambling in tags]

[soggy-fishsticks]

hey guyss

small rant thing about personal 🏳️‍⚧️ stuff below, sorry if it sounds annoying 😭

Lately for the past 2 years, I've been thinking about going by other alternative names. Because ever since I've started to actually understand my trans identity, my current one has been feeling pretty meh (for various reasons), y'know?

Even though I've been picky and thinking about it for a while, I think I've found a name that I kinda like: Vivien. While i guess it tends to be thought of as more feminine, I think I like the more androgynous feeling of this name, and I like that it can occasionally still be interpreted as "masc".

But the reason why I'm sharing this is is because, tbh, I'm kinda scared to share it with friends and family irl. Not because my friends would care (or that I would be in danger!!!!!!! im safe!!!), but because 2 years ago (after I came out as trans) I had picked out a different name and mentioned it to two members of my family. Both times I got made fun of. ☹️

It wasn't even a crazy name, either- like mold or sock. Was it a bit uncommon? Sure, but it wouldn't turn any heads. One of the family members I told was my mom, and her knee-jerk reaction was to VEHEMENTLY say that she wouldn't let me call myself that </3 (again, the name was normal.) But when she caught wind of her reaction really hurting me, all of sudden she had a complete 180 and told me that she thought the name was cute and encouraged me to use it, even though she made it VERY CLEAR that she DID NOT like the name. 🙁 and it's like hi um no thanks. I will not be calling myself that anymore what

Ever since then, I've been a bit scared to open up about any name-related stuff. ☹️ So I was thinking that maybe, for any mutuals who might happen to see this, that you guys could maybe call me Vivien for like, a week? As a trial run? I want to sort of break out of this shell, but I don't think I'm ready to even mention it to my friends yet. 🙁 Of course, I won't stop you guys from referring to me as my user, but I just want to see if this is something that I like enough to risk being made fun of again 😭

And maybe you guys could tell me your thoughts on the name, too? Personally I think it's pretty androgynous, but I don't really want to go by something that could only be interpreted as feminine and just screams "GIRL!!!!!🫵 GIRL!!!!!!🫵WOMANNN!!!!!!!!!! 🫵🫵🫵🫵" y'know?

xoxo ig, see you guys later *rides away on skateboard*

[makedonsgriva]

SO MO RAN AND SHI MEI NEVER KISSED??! IT WAS CHU WANNING IN BOTH HIS LIFETIMES!!?!??

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

honestly it's been really healing being back to actively contributing things and writing out thoughts on tumblr the last week or so, because while twitter tends to be easier for me to write out Thoughts on without getting overwhelmed, the environment in the twitter fandom circles i'm interested in is not only infested with antis but cliqueish in a way that is caustic to the fucking soul if you try to express a thought that's more than three sentences long--a hundred times over if you're autistic in slightly the wrong way--and it's incredibly reassuring to come back to an environment where the very kindest and most inclusive people toward you are not clearly thinking the r-slur the entire time they interact with you lmao