#and im already bad at keeping my word

[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."

[randomapplekey]

I'm conflicted about if I should push through finishing art comm or sleep

Have 3hrs of sleep or none? 🤔 (I have class tomorrow)

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

"my education is my highest priority" everything returns to vocaloid

[cacturne]

1, 3, 6 and 8 for the situationship ask for vulture and morrigan. tell me about them pls (also any other situationship that comes to mind for a different oc i love situationships)

sadly as far as i know i do not have any other situationships (the crowd boos and i run off the stage crying) ANYWAY my bestfriends forever YES! Under the cut because it got long (shocker)

1. What made their relationship a situationship? Do they have their own reasons, or did they reach the same conclusion together?

All of it i think kind of spawned from them being at the right place at the right time together. Both of them forced onto a journey, both of them felt isolated to some degree from the rest of the group and Thedas for their own reasons, and ultimately that (and the whole uh ritual) gave them a unique bond they probably wouldn’t have had if the circumstances were different. They don’t understand each other for a long time, but even so they relate to the others place in the world and thus extend a hand.

The actual situationship doesn’t start until somewhere before Inquisition timeline wise, when they are reunited again after Morrigan fulfills her promise to Vulture. Honestly there was no one event that changed their friendship into something more, they just gradually became more comfortable around one another and started blurring the lines together. Both are aware that they’re now in a new area, but neither would acknowledge it. This is just what friends do, obviously.

Vulture’s reason for keeping it there is a fear of commitment. She never really felt ready for a relationship, even at her own wedding, and this feeling has stuck with her since. Now there’s just general anxiety around the thought, as if something might go wrong the minute she chooses to commit to someone or that she would not be a good partner to them. Combined with her already being happy like this she just does not want to complicate things.

Having a relationship like this is honestly really nice for Vulture, i think she’s personally the most okay of the two with keeping their friendship as is. She isn’t as antsy about possibly wanting to be more as Morrigan.

Morrigan has multiple reasons. The first is that she has to grapple with attraction to a woman (oh fuck!) which she then has to re-grapple with when they reunite years later and she finds out those feelings were not, in fact, a fluke. This reason is dealt with, however what’s not dealt with is that she sees love as a tactic. In her mind, them being friends shows her trust in Vulture, because if they were lovers it meant she had manipulated her into it one way or another. She has very much internalized a lot of the vitriol toward her and thus believes it best for the both of them to keep it like this.

All in all, the reasons may be different but they do reach the same conclusion together: a situationship is better for the both of them because it’s easy, because it doesn’t have the risk of destroying their friendship forever if either makes a wrong move or make them face uncomfortable feelings they fear they’d be forced to face were they to be more than that. They’re just good friends, and this is what good friends do.

3. What is the nature of their relationship? Does it border on romance? Is it closer to friends with benefits? Do they both think of it the same way?

Their situationship definitely borders on romance, it’s basically being friend married by the time Inquisition happens. It’s not like they’re kissing each other, but considering Vulture is being an excellent mother to her child i think friend married is still very much a good descriptor here. They semi-live together when Vulture establishes an abandoned cottage as home base while searching for a cure, with Morrigan visiting often to help out after re-connecting and even staying over when it gets late. Friend married.

While they wouldn’t call it friend married, just friends, i do think they view it the same. Though Vulture sees it much more as an endpoint than Morrigan, who sees it more as limbo.

6. Is their relationship exclusive? Are either of them open to something serious with another, or is this serious to them? If the answers differ, would this possibly create conflict?

They’re exclusive! They’re serious! It’s only a little embarrassing!

Vulture has no interest in romance, this situationship is an outlier that makes her uncertain about this stance but that doesn’t mean she’s suddenly cured. Morrigan is the only person she would see like this, so this is serious to her.

Morrigan isn’t interested in anyone else and only trusts Vulture, so this is serious to her, as much as she hates admitting it to herself.

8. Do they actually enjoy this relationship? Do they pine for something different? Is it unhealthy? Are they satisfied like this? Is this all they know?

Yes, they do enjoy it, but they aren’t really satisfied at the same time. If nothing were to change they would both be okay with that because they are already happy like this. They found a person they could trust wholeheartedly in each other, a lifelong friend, and ultimately that alone is enough for them. And yet there is always that “what if” floating above them, reminding them that they could be more if they just took that step.

Vulture i think would be okay not taking it, because she doesn’t really see her not taking that step as something bad. She’s still happy like this, perhaps not entirely satisfied but that’s not a bad thing. She’s still grateful to have a friend like this in the first place.

Morrigan, due to her reasons for not taking that step being related to much deeper issues, is ultimately less satisfied. She keeps telling herself this is better, and that she wants it like this anyway, but out of the two she is the most plagued by the “what if”. Of course she shoots it down at every opportunity with a variety of reasons, but it keeps coming back anyway. She is happy like this, it’s not like she’s begging for a relationship, but she also pines for more and hates it.

[eebie]

meteor shenanigans are the most fun to write

[alxor-of-hellsite]

THINGS!

2025 is going to be the most jam packed stressful year of my life & i know that for sure because a lot is already planned. So i WILL be an absolute mental wreck (this is apologies in advance) & i will literally be clinging onto support most likely the whole year so tumblr will either be me spamming constantly or me not here for weeks or months at a time & barely posting? i’m so unpredictable. Anyways my entire life is guaranteed to change & the best case scenario will still ruin a lot of shit for me so if i get really depressed THERE IS REASON!!!! & i’ve already made several promises so the world is stuck with me if i can help it. so uuhhhhhhhhh YEAH. ANYWAYS IM SCARED FUCKING SHITLESS LIKE ZERO SHIT SCARED OUT KF MY FUCKING MIND SO YEAH. THE MENTAL STATE WONT BE THE BEST. LOVE YOU GUYS!!! IF MY ACTIVITY IS SPOTTY IM NOT DEAD WE’RE PROBABLY JUST DISSOCIATED AS SHIT!

Anyways. TLDR i’m going to be super fucking stressed out & out of pocket for the next year because of shit.

Any friends of ours read tags pretty please <3

[bobasnonbeliever]

only posting this here because i dont think anyone will see it. i need to get this out

im so fucking tired of my life. im tired of caring, like, in general. as stupid as it sounds, i was watching kitchen nightmares, and gordon said something about a chef or an owner, i dont remember exactly, he said; "losing hope is a scary thing to do, when theres just no more light at the end of the tunnel, it takes you down dark paths." or something like that. and ive been suicidal/depressed since i was 9, but i thought to myself "im not hopeless, am i?". the more i thought about it, the worse i felt because, god no, im not hopeless. im helpless, or maybe i wallow too much in my own self pity. i dont know the difference. every goddamn day feels like another waking nightmare, im sick of living with my mom, im sick of her not letting me get a job. i dont want my name on the damn electric bill because shes over $1,000 in debt to the power company anymore. shes already ruining my credit, and i dont even have a damn job! not to mention her fucking kid, her 5yo fucking kid, im taking care of. the product of the man who beat me over and over again, threatened to kill me, and then he took a greyhound bus out of our lives. why didnt she protect me? he never once hit her, or anyone else, why didnt mom help me? i was only 13 when he first pulled me by my hair and slammed me into the stairs because i let moms ice cream tub melt on the kitchen table for half an hour. it took him till my brother was 3 to leave. she valued him over me, and even now. im always taking care of my brother, even when he screams at me, cusses at me, throws things at me, spits on me, hits me, kicks me, claws me, bites me, and more. you get the point. she never even tells him to stop, she doesnt have to scream, or hurt him, or anything. just please, please tell them to stop hurting me. i still take care of him. i take care of him when she takes 20 fucking benadryl and passes out for the full time shes at home between shifts. i sacrificed my education to "help her" take care of him. and she gets mad at me when i parent him, when i tell him off, or even more mad when i have to cry and beg him to stop hurting me. she says "youre 22 years old, get a grip" when im covered in bruises from the 5 year old "hes five!" she will scream when i tell her he hurts me. "he is five, hes supposed to listen to you" i said once, and she just stared at me. im always fucking things up, she never fails to let me know, when she looks at me like that i know its my fault. i cant even begin on my relationship, i shouldnt, he might see this. i just want to give up, im so tired of caring, i want to let it all go. my dog died, i ruined him too, i couldnt take him to the vet i couldnt help him. hes gone because i failed. my baby, im not saying that in the cringy melinial way, he saved me from suicide. so many times, it was "hell be so confused why im gone..", "hes gonna miss me", "whos gonna take care of him?" but now hes gone and im still here. my baby, is gone and im so selfishly still here. why wouldnt she let me get a job? i couldve taken him, i couldve at least got him put down so he didnt have to suffer in his favourite spot on my bed till his kidneys put him down for us. if i didnt know, my boyfriend would kill himself too when he comes home from classes tomorrow, and i was dead, i would take the entire 160 count bottle of benadryl i stole from moms room. i want to see my baby, he never ever missed on helping me, i owe him my life and couldnt even give him that when he passed. but not for lack of trying.

but even so, i dont feel hopeless. maybe only yearning, but it feels enough like hope. when i use my right hand to stroke my left cheek and neck, it almost feels like someone else. i get a glimmer of a thought, "one day, i wont have to beg to be taken care of. someone will do it because they want to.", but still, it hurts worse. i dont know how i can possibly derive so much gut wrenching pain from that little bit of hope, but i do. and still, i cant help myself, i cant blame anyone else. i can only hope someone will come save me. if i could handle this all on my own, i wouldnt be here typing this.

i want to decompose.

writing this after that monster of a textblock in the tags, but if you were wondering. im not exaggerating about the mess, and i wouldnt normally judge. because i have had worse bedrooms, mental illness is a bitch. but its in the common area, and she absolutely does make the 5yo live in it. she moved out to the living room after their room was too trashed for her to even walk in, so she toated her 50" fucking tv right out there and hasnt moved, accept to go to work, since. everyone pray or cross your fingers or send me some good energy to hope she gets sliced into a million pieces at work instead of accidentally oding on bennies so i can raise my brother with her life insurance money.

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

“hey so there’s been a bunch of exposures recently but we’re gonna have the volunteer party this week bc it’s outdoors so we’ll be fine. yeah it’s a bunch of people all talking maskless face to face in relatively close proximity but we’re outside so any transmission would of course be impossible” be so fucking for real

[narugen]

updated with ch4... i think after i upload this fic and finish my hsmn angst im gonna stop writing for a while (or indefinitely) because wow... haha

[coolxatu]

starting to realize the story concept ive been kicking around for about 2 years now is actually dope as fuck

[lovsome]

seeing my therapist for the first time since before christmas in a couple of days 🫥

[daddy-ul]

in my head: where the Hell is the word seed on this album [starts checking them off….] not the singles not YMB not Sleepwalk not ….. oh come on [stares at Inamorata] it’s you. isn’t it.

despair. i’ve actually only listened to it 3 times. because it causes me to physically implode. too much to bare. the thought of it all….

*pat pats*

I mean, i know my head wanted to connected dots just to connect them, bc James uses seed as a metaphor/simile quite enough, it's in his repertoire. He uses it even in interviews.

The funny thing is that the first other song that came to my mind after hearing "seed" was not the obvious one, the one with seed in the title.

No, sir.

It was, of course, Bleeding me.

And how could I not? When Innamorata sounds like that, feels like that, is a song like that--

I don't blame you, brain. I don't.

[angelastrology]

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[hermoglobiini]

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[justjwab]

Top 10 posts customer service workers hate reading

very controversial opinion here, but sometimes customer service workers are the problem 😶