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[franciscoarayapizarro]

INVITAMOS CORDIALMENTE A UN EVENTO FAMILIAR

“NAVIDAD EN FAMILIA”

Una esperanza viva llamada Jesús.

Un tiempo de canto, danza y un importante mensaje de paz y amor para estos días.

Este bonito evento se realizara el día 2 de Diciembre a las 18:00 Hrs. y 3 de Diciembre a las 11:00 Hrs.

Av. Rancagua 237, Providencia, Santiago.

ENTRADA LIBERADA

[on-the-clear-blue]

So I was thinking and like, the Batfam all come from vastly different backgrounds, and like everything in life, food is easily the best way to truly see someone.

Bruce likely grew up eating the same thing every day in the way of "Fridays are Lamb chops, Sunday is Pot roast" because that's how it was just done those days.

His father was a well to-do man, a gigh class doctor and his mother was a socialite, they held their postion highly and knew what was expected of them, even by their staff.

Martha always worked withe chef for meal plans, changing things for holidays or if they would have guests but always had a base she built off of.

It was that base that Bruce clung to after they died, sure the chef left, the other maids and servants going wirh him, leaving just Alfred (he was just a butler, he ran the house, told people what to do not cook)

But Alfred, a man who been through war and acting school did what he did best, He adapted, becoming more than just his title of Butler.

Now think of all that being flipped on its head by little Dickie, freshly orphaned from his loving family. His loving Romani family that traveled across world that likely ate different cuisines every time they stopped in a country. (This is in fact a call back to my baby dick post)

Just...

Dickie, staring wide eyed at just the amount of meat on his plate: It...it's all for me?

Bruce, staring back with confusion: Do you need more? Alfred get Dicke more food, clearly this isn't enough for him.

I love the idea that Dickie pulls a face when he sees mashed potatoes for the third day in a row, he is crying and sad, he missed rice! Fresh veggies! Where was the flavor?? Why was everything so rich?

And Bruce adapts, he is the God damn Batman, of course he adapts, and the perfect schedule of foods he always knew would be on each day of the week is changed, oh of course he doesn't like it but it's for his son child so of course he puts up with it.

(Yes he can't handle the spice, he might of traveled the world for 5 years but he lived off of energy bars and MREs so he didn't have to think about food while traning)

Then his son is gone, (its all his fault why does this always happen why can't he just say what he means to say) and the schedule comes back. Was pot roast always this bland? When did the mashed peas start to seem unpleasant?

Then...Jason is in his life, it's a whirlwind of things, trying to get him comfortable in a place that seemed like a fairy tale.

Jason, who lived on the streets for years, Jason who even before he was homeless was in a poor household, who made ketchup sandwiches cus he was able to snatch a few from the gas station when the clerk wasn't looking, who thought fresh veggies were a special treat meant to be savored, who always felt loved when his mom saved up a bit and they got smoked turkey legs and boiled them up in a soup.

That Jason looks at the offered food and feels uncomfortable, all that was far to much for him.

Jason, frowning at his bowl of soup: Um...what's the big bits of green?

Bruce, looking up from his case file: Hn, it's herbs Jaylad, I think basil and parsley.

Jason, nodding but clearly doesn't know: Oh yeah...totally see that now...

Unlike Dick, Jason doesn't ask for things, doesn't want to be a burden to the guy who took him in, so he eats and doesn't throw a fit.

(The first night Jason actually ate with Bruce the kid nearly ate till he threw up, not wanting to waste a single bit.)

It was months later when Jason finally asked for something another and...

Jason, fidgeting: So B...Um...I wanted to ask but uh...C-can I just get like...actual crackers and stuff? Not those fancy rich people ones but like...Ritz? Cheese wiz? I...I just...I don't like blue cheese.

Bruce, blinking in rich person: Ritz...as in the hotel? I can ask Alfred about a cheese wizard but...Hn..

Later

Bruce, fighting Condiment King: Do you know a Cheese Wizard?

Then Jason, his boy, his and Gotham light dies, Bruce finds his body broken and beaten and- he was breathing Bruce got him in time- he didn't. The boy wasn't responding. His boy. His Jason died in his arms. Choking out sobs as he couldn't get enough air in, coughing and shuddering as he tried to get the smoke out

(Jason's death certificate says he dies of smoke inhalation, the explosion didn't kill him, it was the fumes afterward)

Then Bruce shuts down, he becomes the Batman fully, Bruce Wayne died with his son that day and all that was left was the Bat.

Then a pesky boy put on Bruce's sons outfit, charged in and saved him. Pulling the man back from the brink kicking and screaming and crying.

Tim wasn't a son to Bruce (couldn't be, wouldn't allow him to be) he came every evening for training and patrol and then he was gone and that was all Bruce had to think about the boy.

Then he saw Jason in Tim, saw Dickie, saw himself and before Bruce knew he was caring for the kid.

Asking to say for a post patrol snack was first denied, about a dozen times before Tim broke, humming and quickly downing that German dish that Dick always wanted when he was feeling sick.

Tim slowly started to settle, growing a bit more lax in his own right, like a feral cat slowly becoming more comfortable with someone.

(No he didn't take advice from Selina...there isn't any proof)

Bruce, sitting at the bat computer, watching the reflection of Tim training in the background:

Tim, winded and tired after a few minutes and having to take a break, pulls out a protein bar:

Bruce, Vietnam war like flash back to his own training days where he only lived off ration bars: pained Hn

And once more Bruce adapts, learns. Tim won't stay for dinner, won't stay the night after a hard patrol, but Bruce can tempt him, with little things, a bit of jerky instead of what Bruce knows for sure are bulk baught meal replacement bars during a stake out, a thing of left overs (they arnt actually, Alfred made them just for Tim) of "last nights dinner"

Bruce is 75% sure Tim knows but neither say anything.

Then tragedy rears its ugly head and Tim's parents are dead, first his mother, his father in a coma and...Tim choses to run away, hiding behind an uncle Bruce is very much aware didn't exist three days ago, and he can't do anything more than what he has already.

Then his boy (God not again why does he always get attached) losses his father, murdered by a God damn Flash rogue.

(The angry rant Barry gets about keeping track of criminals and their whereabouts become legendary in the Leauge)

Finally Bruce's boy is at the Manor and...Bruce sees him, almost for the first time behind the mask of "Tim Drake, the nice young man" he's reclusive, obsessive and picks at his food more than he eats. Surviving on snack foods and energy drinks.

It's a chore to get the boy to eat anything that wasn't out of a package or a box (and Bruce gets it he really did, knowing what it will taste like and knowing it will always taste the same was very comforting) but he managed.

Then like a hurricane Damian is brought into his life, his son, (he has another, one he never knew about and oh God he already loves him, already would die to have the boy trust) and then-

He's gone.

He's flung through time and lost and lives not his own are played out and things he never thought would be comforting are.

Then...then he is found and God it's been months, it's been ages and...

Dick is more Damians father than he could ever be, was there for him in was Bruce should have been...

Dick leaves again, but not as far as Jump city, comes to stay at Bludhaven. (So close but so far away, why didn't he want to stay?)

Jason comes back just as he came into this world, screaming and covered in blood (His boy, his Jaylad ALIVE BREATHING)

Tim has matured, changed, and he walks differently now, far more like Ra's stride (Why does Tim get dead look in his eyes now? What has his son seen? What has he done...)

And Damian. He only was with him briefly, not nearly long enough to see his LoA mask drop, to see the boy beneath the weapon.

That mask goes back on when Bruce returns, he sees the true Damian for a moment before it is shut off fully, sees his son (God did he say how much he loves the boy already?) Softly petting a cat names Alfred before noticing Bruce.

And like all times before, Bruce adapts, changes his approach yet again.

Damian responds to violence, he expects to be yelled at and will only respect a choice if it was fought for, Bruce knows this and...he messes up some times, takes the easy way out and does what the boy know and Bruce feels the guilt.

But he tries to connect, past the way of pain that Damian knows.

Damian, fuming in his room after an argument with Bruce, angrily looking at the wall: 😠

Bruce, knocking on the door, then opening it a second later, not saying anything as he sets down a bowl of mango on Damians bedside table, then leaves.

Damian, grumbling as he eats the fruit of forgiveness: Stupid Father...

(He 100% asked Talia what she normally does and it seemed to work)

Their relationship is rocky, but they find moments where they touch, where Father and Son find a soft moment, Damian teaching Bruce how to make his grandfather's Chai blend, Bruce in turn teaching his son how to make latkes, an exchange of their pasts together.

Then Cassandra comes and Bruce is thrown for a loop once more, she is unlike any of his other children, she is open, painfully so, she might seemed closed off, silent and deadly...but Bruce can see her, truly see her as she wants to be seen and she is screaming, hurt and scared and all alone.

He takes her home, David Cain can try and take his daughter away but there will be hell to pay.

And then she is home, she is settled in a life where she can learn more than just violence.

She stares at the plate of food that is put in front of her the first dinner that Bruce's family has together (HE HAS A FAMILY! WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?)

And she cries.

It is just as she wanted but she didnt know what to do, David Cain was a horrid man, in his chase for the perfect weapon he long left the idea of pleasure and care by the way side.

So Cass was overwhelmed by actual food, not nutrient dense bars that tasted bitter and was ash on her tongue.

Cass, pitifully looking down at an orange: HOW DO I EAT YOU?

Bruce looking on from his seat: Sweetheart? Don't eat the peel, Cass-Cass. No. Cassandra please. N-No not the lime! Put that down! You're just going to...that.

Cass, looking pained from eating a whole lime at once: 😞

Bruce, looking equally pained: Sweetheart you can spit it out...

And Bruce thinks his family is big enough, with his boys and his wonderful daughter (no Steph and Barbara didn't count, as they both kept on insisting, they both still had parents)

And then comes along Duke and...God he is already signing the foster papers before he could think too hard.

Duke is unlike the rest of his children as in he is batshit insane but hides it far better than he has any right too.

Bruce tries to not pull his hair out as the kid talks about how he made a kinda cult around Robin and lead them to help the Bats...

It takes time for Duke to get used to the Manor, but he does slowly, finding his place in the family much easier than they all assumed.

Unlike the rest of his children, for some reason it is easy for Bruce to speak with Duke, it's as if they both think similarly.

If Bruce wanted any of his children to take up the cowl when he dies (Which he very much would not like thank you very much) Bruce is hesitant to fully say Cass would be the next Bat, while Cassandra has the fists to do it, Duke had the dedication and drive to, the mental state to truly be the Dark Knight.

Bruce, in the cave, hour 36 with out sleep, 5 coffees deep into a conspiracy: hn.

Duke, right there with him, missed two days of school and hasn't stopped drinking energy drinks: Hm?

Bruce, wordlessly passing the files over, before pulling a face at Dukes energy drinks: Hn..

Duke, taking files but offended on his poor babies behalf, popping one open and dumping it into Bruce's (empty) coffee cup: Have some you marshmallow looking ass...fuck out my face B.

Bruce, scowling, taking a sip before freezing for a full minute, (its the fruit juice kinda monster) his body hasn't has nutrients in a while and are all over this: Hmm...Nice.

(Duke shares more, cus while his dad is not able to be there for him, Bruce is more of that weird uncle that the rest of the family don't talk about.)

It's not till someone at a gala complains, saying "I understand he has an obsession with those...children, but why does everything have to be about them, I miss the old menu for these things." That Bruce realizes that the predetermined, predictable life he once clung to was gone, dead and long buried...and Bruce couldn't care about it less.

(That Gala person gets personally banned and their business is outed for all the shitty things they have done.)

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This....this was far longer than what I meant this to be...I just wanted to talk about what they would like and what kinda food the batfams culture has but um...this got way outta hand...so ya.

[lunawolfiefoxy]

Legend woke that day feeling numb-er than usual. His heart seemed to beat painfully slow at times and his limbs didn't like working for him. After a long moment of simply laying in his bedroll, staring at the few members of the Chain who were eating breakfast, he finally tried to sit up.

That went about as well as he expected, leaving him to lay in a less comfortable position. He let out a silent sigh and took to just staring again. Someone walked over him, based on the boots it was probably Hyrule, and over to Wild, who handed him a plate and utensils.

Legend mentally cursed himself as his stomach growled, but the most he could do was shift into a slightly better position. It wasn't long before the rest of the members found themselves eating, and Legend felt his hunger leaving him. He waited too long to eat, now he had to wait till lunch. He huffed slightly and tried to listen in on the morning conversations.

"I slept like a rock last night." Sky said with a yawn.

"You always sleep like a rock." Warriors teased. The others chuckled, Legend couldn't react. Hyrule looked over at him, meeting his eyes.

"Ledge! C'mon over! Wild made pancakes!" Legend only managed to give a small grunt and a twitch of his hand. He hated days like this, and he hated that he was having one with the others, especially Hyrule. The traveler in turn looked justly concerned and walked over to him, kneeling down in front of him. "Legend, are you feeling alright?" He asked him softly. Legend managed a nod before Hyrule placed his hand on his forehead and helped him up. "No fever... Wild, can you bring some breakfast over?"

Soon enough, Legend had a plate in his lap, a fork in his hand, and a few Links sitting around him in worry. He could only pick at his food, he wasn't hungry anymore.

"Did something happen last night?" Wind asked for what felt like the millionth time. No. Legend thought as he kept picking at his food. The others around him only seemed to have their worry increase when he didn't respond.

"Legend, talk to us." Twilight said softly. I can't. Legend wanted to say. He met Twilight's eyes, wishing his voice would come to him so he could reassure his brothers traveling partners. He was fine, he just couldn't function right. That's what it felt like anyways.

Time declared the group stay for his sake why Time? Why? And everyone settled back in. Legend kept picking at his food before getting up, with a number of pops and cracks and a bit of a struggle to stand, and brought his plate over to Wild. The cook refused to take the plate and Legend was getting frustrated. Just take it! He wanted to yell. Instead, he stomped once, shoving the plate into Wild's arms before walking back to his bedroll and sitting down. He knew he was shrimping, but sitting up was uncomfortable. Someone would get after him later for it, but not right now.

Sky walked over to him and sat down after a while. Legend had been picking at his hands, feeling jittery, but just not wanting to get up. Something came into his view. In Sky's hand was something small a wooden. A box.

"I've noticed you were a little antsy, so I made this fidget. I hope it'll suffice." Legend meets the loftian's eyes, seeing the bright smile he gave him. Then he looked back at the box, gently picking it up. He noticed small holes were carved out of one side, when he looked inside, he saw a small ball within. Another side of the box had wooden chains hanging off of it. Another side had small rocks hanging from it. One of the sides even had a switch on it and another was simply plain and flat while the opposite side had waves carved out of it. It was an interesting box for sure.

Legend decided to give it a go and began to mess with the hanging rocks. Soon enough, he felt like a small child who just was given something shiny and he couldn't put the box down. A smile made it's way on his face as he messed around with the box. When he looked up again, he noticed everyone else was eating lunch. He blinked, confused. When had the time gone by? Four waves him over and he got up and found a spot next to the smithy.

"Hey Vet, feeling better? Wild made some lunch if you're hungry." After Four said that, Legend felt his insides clawing in on themselves. He nodded and looked at Wild, he hoped he didn't come off as entitled, he was just hungry. The cook in turn handed him a plate with a smile.

"Eat this time, please." He told Legend, who nodded and began to half-scarf down the food on his plate. No one mentioned it, no one else seemed to care. When Legend was done, he smiled. The others had all been so kind and understanding about this, without even knowing what was going on. Warriors had given him his scarf when he had been shivering, Twilight sat with him to keep him company, but in a way that Legend still felt like he had privacy, Sky had helped him keep his hands busy, Hyrule made sure that he had what he needed, Wild gave him something to eat, even when it wasn't a meal time, Four helped to interpret what he wanted since his voice and hands didn't work when he wanted them too, and Wind was happy to fill the air with his stories, not minding when the silent reactions Legend gave. Maybe he would explain these days to them later, but right now, he was happy, and happy was good.

[katatty]

She has to admit, having Woody persue her so openly is a thrill! And he's so laid back. No expectations, no obligations. They say romance sims are all about woohoo, and she probably wouldn't be opposed, but he's never pushed it, seeming happy enough to take things at her pace.

[the-tmnt-ficfinder]

Ficfinder finds: Ocean Tides and Butterflies

Rottmnt Oneshot Summary: The wind raced past him, enveloping his body in a cold unwelcome hug. He stood on the edge of a building, the ravine of a city buzzing like a wasp’s nest below him. The wind shoved against his face, causing his eyes to water. Teasing him with the presence of unwanted tears, tears that he had trained himself to hold in.

Ocean Tides and Butterflies: Appraisal and Ratings

(Don't know what fanfic "Appraisal and Ratings" means? Check out my explanation on my Main Masterpost! Looking for a different fanfic to read? Head on over to my Fanfic List Masterpost!)

Disclaimer: This fanfic is a oneshot, and is completed! This fanfic is written by @inkypawprint so go show them some love and support!! This fanfic has a version on both Tumblr, and Ao3. Here's the link to the Ao3 version.

The fanfic ratings are not based on quality, favoritism, or how good I think it is, but rather, how intense a subject may be. Like a movie review, or the tags on Ao3, letting the readers know what to expect.

Plot: 💛🖤🖤🖤🖤

"Plot is one out of five!! This oneshot has less plot, and more poetic story telling of a deep and painful emotional experience. This story is rich in deep thoughts, and has many unique metaphors."

Suspense/Mystery: 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Suspense/Mystery four out of five!! This fic does hold quite the amount of mystery within it, as many of the meanings are written out in deep thought-provoking metaphors, designed to make you think. Along with that, the ending of this fic is open to reader interpretation."

Angst/Hurt: 💛💛💛💛💛

"Angst/Hurt is five out of five!! The entire plotline for this fic, revolves around deep emotional pain, and how it effects one's life."

Fluff/Comfort: 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

"Fluff/Comfort is zero out of five!! This fic has no comfort in it at all, as it goes over some very dark and upsetting emotions."

Emotions Conveyed: 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Emotions Conveyed is four out of five!! This oneshot tells a deep and poetic story through the use of metaphors, and correlation to nature. This fic will absolutely make you think on a deeper level, as it talks a lot on the subjects of life and death."

Drama/Tension Level: 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Drama/Tension Level is four out of five!! There isn't really any drama in this oneshot, however, it does have a lot of emotional tension!"

Triggers: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Triggers for this chapter are three out of five!! I'd say, the triggers are hidden between the lines. Nothing is really said out loud, though many things are implied. This fanfic has the triggers of thoughts of suicide, feelings of inadequacy, existential crisis over life and death, and potential suicide attempt (open to reader interpretation).

Legibility (Reading): 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Legibility (Reading) is three out of five!! As this fic has a very roundabout way for text, it could be a little hard for some to understand it, as most of the meaning is hidden in the metaphors. A beautiful beautiful writing style, just one that may be hard for some to read ^^"

Legibility (Audio): 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Legibility (Audio) gets a two out of five!! As this fanfic has a high amount of runabout metaphors, I find that it's easier to listen to. Helps separate the words, and put them better into perspective, though that's just my opinion ^^"

Length: 💛🖤🖤🖤🖤

"Length is one out of five!! This fanfic is a oneshot with a word count of 1.5k words, and takes around 9-10 minutes to read!"

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Personal thoughts on chapter below cut (Contains Spoilers)

This fanfic, as said in the authors note, seems to be inspired by the song, Killing Butterflies, which the author provided a link for in the authors notes.

The wind raced past him, enveloping his body in a cold unwelcome hug. He stood on the edge of a building, the ravine of a city buzzing like a wasp’s nest below him. The steady stream of car lights growing ever brighter as the sun retired behind the relentless pull of gravity. Each car held people and pets, hundreds of them rushing down the road each minute. Each person oblivious, stuck in their own worlds, cocoons of social circles that they had trapped themselves in.

Right off the bat, this is just so poetically beautiful!! Each little description invokes such beautiful visuals in my mind! I can practically feel the cold wind, swooping around, hugging with icy fingers! I also love how a wasps nest was used as a metaphor for the city, as it really does feel fitting. Just, this entire thing, is filled with so much symbolism, its beautiful!

The weight from his sword pulled on his arm, gravity bullying him the same way it bullied the earth.

Gravity, pulling on the sun, pulling on his arm, pulling on the earth. I feel like this is a metaphor for how depression feels. Ever present, ever weighing, ever a part of life.

It wasn’t long before Leo reached the end of the rooftop, swinging his sword in front of him and ripping a portal into the air, tearing into the matter of the world. He stepped through it, the light blinding him momentarily before he emerged on the next rooftop, walking forwards once more. The bright light of his nimpo flickered out behind him as he walked away from it. He could still see the circle of blue light throbbing in his retina’s, pulsing each time he blinked.

I wonder, would this be silent? Or would it make a ripping sound? Would you be able to hear the sound of the portals tearing open? I wonder if he could even hear it over the sounds of the city.

His brothers had no clue where he was. He had left without a word, simply walked through a portal when no one was paying attention. It was a frequent occurrence. Quite often his brothers would ignore him, stuck in their cocoons, just like everyone else. Leo sighed, scuffing his foot against the rough rooftop in aggravation. Maybe he was the one stuck in his cocoon. Maybe his brothers had broken out of theirs a long time ago. They had spread their wings, they were free, and he was still inside his unwanted cocoon.

This is such a beautiful little metaphor right here!! I feel like it symbolizes how wrapped up folks get in their own lives. Feeling trapped, thinking only of how they're trapped. Then, as they break free, they're able to fly, and they divert their attention to all of everyone else. Its rather fascinating, that people who feel trapped and stuck, are the ones who think of themselves the most, while folks who are free, think of others. You'd think that free folks would think of themselves, because of their fortune to be free, and yet, they divert their attention to those who are still trapped. I might be going to deep with this all, but I just love how deeply this fic is making me think!!

This was because he wasn’t worth listening to. Because his ideas were unrealistic, they contained loopholes. He wondered why he kept trying.

Nooooooo you poor boi T^T

Leo sighed. He was the face man.

Y'know, something I find interesting, is how little Leo appreciates how big of a role his role is. To define what being the face of a team means, "In a team character dynamic, the Face is the one you want doing the talking. They are charming, socially savvy, and otherwise know how to get things done with words. At worst they will be the least dysfunctional team member." As these qualities come naturally to Leo, he often believes that his job is to easy. That he's got the losers job. Now, if any of his other brothers had to do the job of face man, they'd fail spectacularly, as its just not in their nature. I also feel like Leo's brothers don't appreciate how hard he actually works in this job. Being the face of the team, is also somewhat like being the therapist friend. Its something that others won't see, and is very hard work. Easy to get overlooked, and/or burnt out. Leo's been the face man for so long, that its all he knows.

He had tried, he had tried to be better, to contribute to the group more. He couldn’t though, no matter how hard he tried. He couldn’t make tech, he wasn’t stronger than Raph, and he could never reach Mikey’s level of emotional intelligence. He had lived his entire life like a parasitic leech. Taking space and energy from a family that he could never contribute to.

Once again, Leo is clearly underestimating how much his position in the family is worth. Something, I think that Leo isn't understanding, is that while he may be leeching away energy, as the face man, its part of his role. He leeches away the bad, to keep team morale high, and leeches some good, to keep his own energy levels stable. Its just how it works.

He sauntered through the portal, feeling the cold burn of the mystic energy against his skin. Stark and biting like the deep currents of the ocean. A place he never should have been, a power he never should have had.

Oh, I love this description!! The way raw power just seems to emanate from his mystics, its just stunning!

The thought burned him, the boiling ocean of regret and turmoil lapping at the sand of his soul.

I'm enjoying how the ocean and the beach have been used numerous times as a metaphor for the soul, and emotions. It's a very good metaphor!

Leo stepped up to the edge overlooking the city, spinning his sword once at his side before holding it out to the side and dropping it onto the hard surface of the roof. It clattered, a cry of remorse and warning. Screaming at him to rethink his actions.

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!

Leo stayed frozen on the edge, torn between the barriers between life and death. Curious.. Ever so curious what it would feel like to fly. To break out of his cocoon. To finally soar for once in his life before the swells swallowed him completely

What??... Just, what??? Did he jump, did he die?? What happened??? No, Leo, you precious baby, whyyyy??

[qtubbo]

We’re all voting OPQ right ‼️

[imperishable-prayers]

The face of someone who has to split in two before the Hat Man gets her

[jestroer]

Are there any Welsknight girlies who could recommend me a few fics about him? Like Wels-centic? They are literally so hard to find it's like gold dust. No other requirements just Wels who is not a side character. Pretty please (⁠･ั⁠ω⁠･ั⁠)

[gun-roswell]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CT-7567 | Rex, CT-9901 | Hunter, CC-5576-39 | Gregor, Clone Trooper Howzer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Fireball of the Clone Underground Network (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Nemec (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Samson (Star Wars) Additional Tags: EchoVember, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo-centric, Echo is the Cavalry, Humour, Mount Tantiss (Star Wars), Pabu Island (Star Wars), mission fic (sort of) Series: Part 14 of EchoVember, Part 65 of TBB S3 Fixits, Missing Scenes and Speculation series Summary: Echo is the most efficient clone. Ever. The Cavalry for sure!

[artemistorm]

Stormy!!! I got a new Celtic book!

Ooohhh that looks cool!! That looks so good! Have you read any of it yet? Are there pictures?

[hellaverse-critical-confessions]

this has been said many times by many people over the past couple of years, but im only invested in ozzie fizz and verosika. why did my brain hyperfixtate on the lust ring and literally not give a shit about anyone else? no clue! all i know is i expect the next few eps to do them dirty and i kinda wish i could adopt them as ocs at this point

Hey, I've kinda done that with a canon character too! I'd say go right ahead; those are your babies now. Canon can't touch them /lh

But yeah, your concerns are valid, Anon. I was so excited to hear Striker made a return in Western Energy only to witness such a character massacre. At this point, anyone with a S1 antagonist for a favorite might as well pray they don't show up again :")

And in regard to the "oddly specific hyperfixation regarding the show" part:

🤝

Same here, Anon. Same here

[franciscoarayapizarro]

INVITAMOS CORDIALMENTE A UN EVENTO FAMILIAR “NAVIDAD EN FAMILIA” Es tiempo de esperanza, Jesús la razón de la navidad. Un tiempo de canto, danza y un importante mensaje de paz y amor para estos días. Este bonito evento se realizara el día 2 de Diciembre a las 15:00 Hrs. En el Centro de Convenciones ALMACRUZ, Salón Minería 5 San Antonio 65 – Metro Estación “Universidad de Chile”, Santiago Centro. Donación: $8.000 Reserve su cupo.

[jademint2581]

TOTO NOEL IS A LOST VOCALOID LET'S GOOOOOO

no but actually this song is nice :3

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Gwyn Ap Nudd looking at me, having my first adult drink at a steakhouse, knowing full well I had my first drink in august at a family reunion when I started veiling publicly.

[mobio-solutions]

Ever noticed how wonderfully unique each person is? 🌈 In the world of retail, recognizing and celebrating our differences isn't just nice. It's the future! 🚀 Embracing the complex tapestry of human desires, needs, and dreams isn't just an option; it's the blueprint for future growth. Let's rethink retail not as a business of transactions but as a community of connections.

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there are two genders: killing off some canon characters for tragic backstory and creating OCs only to kill them for the tragic backstory

and girl. I know nobody except for me cares but Alme Ki deserved to live. the author (me) killing them off only for Jango to have trauma was a Weak Move. they studied botanics. they loved kids. they liked braiding their hair. they looked at that unhinged traumatised twenty-yeear-old Trad Mando at a bar and said "I want it". they wanted to build a family and a farm and to not live through another civil war--

i feel like a monster. wtf lead. justice for Alme.