#and also the one with like a spare room

[spookykestrel]

Clearing my room except I'm just moving all the misc things on my floor to the giant misc items moving box

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

None of our hands are clean

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[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[ironinkpen]

The interpretation of Rise Raph as a 'perfect responsible soft boy uwu' is so BORING I'm sorry, Raph is a rowdy adrenaline junkie with anxiety and I won't take this slander any longer

Raph secretly kept an enemy soldier in their actual literal house as a sparring partner. Raph glued his brothers together and dragged them out to fight crime. Raph once asked Leo to punch him in the face to prove he 'takes damage like a boss.' Raph tried to lift a school bus, twice. Raph offered to help his favorite wrestler beat his little brother up. When Leo suggests evacuating Bullhop, Raph says no bc the best defense is a good offense babey. Raph's idea of a 'friendly chat' with April's upstairs neighbor is to put on a black ski mask and go stand menacingly at their door. It takes Raph 10 episodes to conclude that they should MAYBE start training. Raph's plan to get a potentially priceless (and potentially FRAGILE) museum artifact is to punch a car in the middle of a busy street and also cut it in half with his brother still inside.

Raph's never met a problem he wouldn't try to punch in the face and does not know the meaning of the words 'excessive force.' He roughhouses with his bros and drags them out to fight villains and thinks any plan that doesn't involve an all-out brawl is boring and lame. He'll do anything to protect his family from harm and be a hero, but also he eats wet salami off the floor and once single-handedly destroyed a library.

I just adore how, at his core, Rise Raph is such a classic Raph—impulsive and stubborn and caring and passionate. He is a very sweet, strong, honorable guy who has a very powerful sense of personal responsibility... and he is also the exact kind of jock who throws you in the pool at a party without checking if you have your phone in your pocket first.

[handweavers]

in the sims i'm playing a w/w couple in the southeast asian town and when they moved in together one of the women brought her boyfriend with her and i made them all polyamorous to boost their income and so he can help them have bio kids but the game doesn't let 3 people sleep in a bed together so i put the guy in a single bed off to the side while the women get a nice double bed and there's something so funny about seeing the boyfriend sleeping in the corner in a single bed

[thebramblewood]

Neither yoga nor getting personal are Bonnie's strong suits.

Bonnie: I don't know about this, Lu.

Lu: Babe, you're literally frowning in your sleep. You'll have a heart attack if you don't release all that stress.

Bonnie: If anything, this is stressing my clumsy ass out even more! Nope, nope, nope, nope.

Lu: You could at least try taking your shoes off.

Bonnie: That isn't helping! My body's built for ridin' horses, Lu, not twistin' itself into a goddamn human pretzel!

Lu: [sighs heavily] Fine. Have it your way. You know, we might be able to sell some of this old junk. It's just taking up space. Wait a minute. This isn't junk. Whose instruments are these?

Bonnie: [uneasily] They were my parents'. From back when they tried to make it as a country duo.

Lu: Bonnie, your parents had a band? How did I not know that? You barely tell me anything about them. We should dust this baby off. Start a band of our own.

Bonnie: Can you even play?

Lu: Sorta.

Bonnie: Good luck bookin' that stage, hon.

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

Hiii everyone, say, how do your Hawkes go go about sharing their estate? If they do it at all? Is everyone free to come and go or are they more private? Or do they only invite their LI to stay? I'm curious!! :)

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OH ARTHUR BENNETT.. such a gorgeous and intriguing character. terribly burdened by a GRUESOME set of crimes, his light suffocated by a HEAVY century of GUILT. so tragic, so dark and broody, and yet PAINFULLY awkward in any social setting ever

[guardian-of-da-gay]

for various reasons I feel pretty confident that in the Knuckles show/Sonic 3 they're gonna reveal that Knuckles and Tails are sharing the attic with Sonic, but honestly? tf they mean this house doesn't have ONE spare bedroom???

[ash-and-starlight]

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[where-the-water-flows]

What are 3 things that are nice around you? We gotta remember that positives exist

tagged by @howlingmoonrise - <3

bingley! the sweetest, stupidest little guy. traded all his braincells for soft; definition of eyes closed three paws can't lose.

my fancy bitch (not really)(kinda) mechanical keyboard, which has a set of lotus ink painting caps from aliexpress and delights me immensely.

a tin of danish butter cookies, which actually (currently) contains cookies, and not sewing supplies.

no pressure tags: @qilingxiong, @lianhuajing, @bettercostume, @junemermaid

yes pressure tags: @a-memory-a-distant-echo

Cat tax: mr beeps himself, asleep in the plush cat bed,apparently unbothered by the heat despite the fact it's like 34 fucking degrees °C

[pralinesims]

The way he looks so tall in this fit? Higher waisted pants really do change up the perception of proportions.

[8cfc00]

what if i relistened to every w.bg episode and tried to figure out the floorplans of the over cabins

[raayllum]

stumbled across this old pre-s5 post and it got me thinking about the differences between Claudia/Terry and Callum/Rayla in S5 specifically in regards to the "let's save your parents" angle

Now some of this on the surface difference is because all Claudia cares about is keeping her father alive and saving him ("That's the only thing that matters - keep moving!") whereas Rayla routinely puts her family on the back burner ("But I can't help you yet" / "Not yet, Callum") but like

Terry and Callum each prioritize their partner's needs. For Terry, that means putting Claudia above Viren ("Everyone needs rest, especially you") and then on the same level (finding a way for her to rest and for them to keep moving at the same time). For Callum, it means prioritizing Rayla's parents and what she wants even when she's telling him not to (5x04) even though it leads to more disastrous consequences because he doesn't have an 'off' switch.

[degenezijde]

I cleaned the hobby room and I'm very happy, but I cannot share a pic bc it's still so messy by my inner Pinterest standards.

[souenkun]

July recap! 🏖