#foot in the door

[gennsoup]

We shall by morning Inherit the earth. Our foot's in the door.

Sylvia Plath, Mushrooms

[prlssprfctn]

Damian wakes up, startled. He doesn't remember what he saw in his dreams, and he is not sure what caused him to feel so anxious, but he knows what to do. The routine is easy and comforting; he just needs to find his brother Jason. So, he goes.

His bare feet against the cold floor is soundless, making no sound, and he keeps rubbing his eyes until he sees one of the doors open. It must be Jason. He always keeps the door of his room open, just in case.

There is a dim light in the room, a small lamp on the desk, where the stakes of paper are stored, and Jason is here, as tall and huge as always, tapping on his feet in an attempt to concentrate, while twirling a pen between his fingers. He is either reading or working on something else: writes down memories, afraid of them slipping away due to the Lazarus Pit hammering in his temples all the time.

Damian yawns and steps closer, tapping on his back.

'Akhi Jason,' he calls hoarsely. The body freezes, almost surprised — he is not supposed to; Jason hears him from the corridor, even if he is the most soundless kid in the whole world. 'I want to sleep.'

He never says he sees nightmares or that he is scared — just that. It always works.

Expect, this time it doesn't.

'What did you say?' Brother asks, his voice sounding so unusually stiff.

'Jason,' he repeats, more irritated this time. 'I said, I want to—'

When Jason turns around, Damian instinctively staggers back, his eyes widening.

The man in front of him is not Jason.

And for a second, Damian is panicking, until-

Until he doesn't remind himself that he is not home anymore. He is in the Wayne Manor, with his father.

With his father that looks exactly like his brother, only older, without scars, marring his face, and without a white streak that makes him look like a bird.

'Damian,' his father calls, slightly shaken. 'How do you know Jason?'

He swallows down. He is not supposed to tell about his brother. They instructed him not to.

But father has a familiar desperation in his eyes, the same one Jason had, when he was pacing around the room, muttering something incoherent, the cut out from newsletters photos of Bruce Wayne with Tim Drake in his hands, and-

And Damian shrugs.

'He is my brother,' he says, almost too innocently; because if he is going to be clueless about it, then what others will have to tell him? 'He stayed with a grandfather. It is a shame.'

Almost as if he doesn't understand what all of this implies.

'I was sleepy,' he adds. 'And got confused. My apologises, father. I shall return to my bedroom.'

Bruce stares, stares, and stares. And then, rubs his face with his hands, exhausted.

'I'll tuck you in. Let's go,' and a second later, with his voice sounding so familiarly small, just like how Jason's sounded when he first acknowledged him as his brother, he adds: 'Can you tell me more about your brother, Damian?'

And Damian tells him, of course.

He is not surprised to see the result of his work the next week.

[saintofpride201]

SAG-AFTRA just made a deal with an AI company behind its members' backs. No consent was given and no one was informed of this decision.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

An unbothered queen has entered, and subsequently left.

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[freshbeeth]

god dammit marina ida one day you will wear a shirt

[leonardcohenofficial]

the two biggest pieces of advice that i would express to anyone thinking about grad school are

1) do not pay for grad school. i am dead serious on this one. this was the number one thing every single professor i had in undergrad expressed to me. going to a grad school that doesn’t offer tuition remission or teaching or any type of funding so you can complete the work you need to do is not worth going into debt for don’t do it don’t do it don’t do it because—

2) besides the obvious (the degree) grad school offer you two things (ideally they offer both); training or access. by training i mean rigorous high level hands on practice honing your skills in your chosen field; by access i mean connection to people/institutions/funding to help support whatever work or research you’re doing. (i think that at least in the arts broadly speaking, it is easier to find training than it is to gain access.) i think it’s extremely important to weigh out what you’re getting out of a specific program and decide not only what is more important to you but also what opportunities a school is offering you

[suguwu]

you break up with sae and when he calls you his girlfriend during an interview just a few days later, you unblock him and send him an irritated text, not realizing that is exactly what he was aiming for

[srnileforme]

“I'm brushing my teeth, why did you come in? I forgot to put on my face cream.”

JACK & JOKER (2024) | EPISODE 6

[catscidr]

childe is the type of guy to purposely turn down his flat’s temperature so you snuggle up to him for warmth. especially when you come over to watch a movie—not even a blanket is enough to keep you warm you need to be a tangled mess of limbs or ur both gonna Die Of Hypothermia

[eggchef]

a commissioned comic for chthon's fic Say When

technically, it's about dean being castiel's server, but imagine that with 10x more mystery and it's also for adults only. but actually im doing it an injustice and you should read the author's tags/summary yourself

[hyperfixatinator]

Have you heard of the show "Undercover Boss"? Where the CEOs of companies disguise themselves as entry level newbies to see what goes on under their noses?

I know the show itself is spiced up for TV drama, but I can definitely imagine this premise in a DPxDC scenario.

Picture Bruce Wayne (or Lucius Fox) disguised as a new hire within the aerospace division of Wayne Enterprises, with young mechanic Danny Fenton showing him around.

[victimized-martyr]

Silly insta prompt shenanigans+ panderverse!kenny commission 👑👸🏼

[teaboot]

i dont understand how people call you "basically a cop" when the most power you have is to tell someone to leave.... like?? you cant arrest people you cant detain them the most you can do is call the actual cops which...... literally ANYONE can do that like????

p much. Usually don't have to tho, people usually listen when you're calm and respectful- more than half the time I'm on the phone it's for an ambulance

People aren't kidding when they say it's basically babysitting

[stellewriites]

hinted noncon & somno

could maybe be a continuation of this kyle

something something about Gaz who always buys the fruitiest, brightest coloured drink on the menu every time he goes out because without fail it gets women talking to him. asking him what it is, if they can have a taste to see if they’d like it, gets their guards down easy as pie and he doesn’t have to do anything but look sweet and approachable even if he’s not

offers them his - you’re not worried about a bit of swapped spit are ya, babe? - and orders a second, but doesn’t mention that the first was all doubles. a mix of too strong spirits hidden behind sugary juice until whoever was confident enough to join him starts to slur their words and lean heavily into his side

once he’s back at her apartment, just about finished with her lax, sticky body left slumped carelessly on her couch where she’d promptly passed out as soon as they arrived, he’ll admit that they also just taste so damn good

[goyurim]

after seok ryu being such a constant bulldozer in seung hyo's life it was so refreshing to see seung hyo be the bulldozer in seok ryu's life for once

[arkiwii]

Don't stop the music, darling 🎶

If anyone is curious, here's the concept sketch I did first - it was very experimental, I wanted to try and play with the colors and yup I had no idea what I was doing ✌ but it turned out good in the end, I believe, even tho there's ten thousand flaws I very much noticed but decided to ignore on purpose I was too lazy