#he is just a little ray of sunshine

[sashkov]

saw some of you cursing the watermarks, so käärijä stans, here u go (post 1/2):

(photos by: Patricia J Garcinuno)

[dykedvonte]

I think any fix-it mouthwashing au has to have the mandatory scenes of Curly either being able to blink again or speaking for the first time.

[littleloiner]

I don’t know why this song instantly sprang to my mind when I saw this clip but it feels right so I added it!

Sound on 😁

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

“it’s quite nice in here… i’m seeing art galleries in a different light now!”

(miles kane day in the life - tour zone part 3) ❣️

[namtantam]

me at 13: thank god i'm not like one of those other girls who are obsessed with celebrities. i would never waste my time with something like that 🙄

me in my twenties: giggling and kicking my feet while looking at pictures of first kanaphan's smile for two hours

[too0bsessedformyowngood]

Sorta a continuation of this post.

I’ve been thinking more about reverse robins AU with Duke as the Dick/Nightwing parallel, and I have some ideas.

So like, Duke came first. He was the light to Batman’s darkness. I don’t know if he would start off with Signal or another mantle and become Signal later on, but he definitely had the bright colors from the start. Batman might be the Dark Knight but Duke was Gotham’s (K)night Light. Batman fought what hid in the shadows but Signal chased the shadows away, provided a guiding light home. He was the Sunshine when the never ending grey clouds got too thick. He was Gothams hope and inspiration for a brighter future.

But don’t forget he was also a menace. I don’t think it would go down exactly like it did in the comics, it was the early years for Batman-and for the villains as well. After Duke’s parents were gone (maybe by Joker still turning them mad with Joker gas in Joker earliest year, maybe year one for him or something else) he started planning. He started working harder in school, focusing on the sciences to one day make a cure but also would go out looking for his parents, like in canon. He would stumble into things way bigger, overhearing plots from villains and mafias and decided to become an inconvenience for them. Letting the airs out of tires when no one was watching, a fire alarm pulled right before an attack, door stoppers on the outside of each door to a warehouse trapping the villains who where planning inside. A sudden strong of bad luck befalling the main terrors of Gotham. It didn’t go unnoticed, especially by Batman. Duke kept his streak of being unseen until one night he crossed paths with the Bat.

Bruce for his part would have know about the little boy who lost his parents in the attack, and it would have also brought up some memories for him as well. He would have kept a small track of him, but noticed he was in foster care so didn’t do much until one day he came across the reason behind all the karma the villain have be having. Looking into the boys eyes and seeing the same fire that he had, blazing more fierce as Duke explains how he will find his parents and save them, and if he could prevent more bad things along the way he will. Something pinging in Bruce’s soul, this kid lost his parents like he did but not fully, and he still had hope among the need for justice, something that had faded so long ago for himself. He took Duke back that day, promising that he will find Duke’s parents, and kept a closer eye on him after the fact.

Duke noticed that after that day it became like clockwork, he would sneak out, search Gotham, cause a little chaos, get caught by the Bat and brought back to his current foster home. Bruce did some digging, looked for Dukes parents but also found out that Leslie Thompkins was the person in charge of Duke’s case. After a few weeks of the new schedule he met up with Dr. Thompkins. They talked about how Duke has been bounced around from home to home and sneaking out to find his parents almost every night. After a long conversation, and not as much convincing as one would expect, Duke found himself being driven to his next foster home, Wayne Manor.

Okay I’m going to leave this here for now. I ended up writing so much more than I though I would lmao. I have more ideas and will probably continue this soon.

[frnkiebby]

ray getting on franks level and still being taller~🎃

[julissart]

Sweet cinnamon short king 👑⛵

Ko-Fi

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Nick: (Sitting down on a bench outside Sanctuary, chain smoking cigarette after cigarette, the weight of the world on his shoulders while he ponders his millions of cases he must get through)

Jasmine: (In the distance) “DAAAAAAADDD!!!”

Nick: (Immediately perks up at the call of his daughter) “Hm?”

Jasmine: (Waves her hands wildly) “Dad!!! Daddy!!! Dadoo!!!” (Starts booking it across the field like a madwoman)

Nick: (Stands up and flicks his cigarette away)

Jasmine: “Papá!!! Papi!!! Catch meeeeee!!!” (Leaps into his arms with a beaming smile, giggling happily)

Nick: (Catches the teen with relative ease because this is an often occurrence) “What’s the matter, kiddo?”

Jasmine: (Glows brightly) “Happy Father’s Day!!!” (Tucks a flower into his hat as a gift)

Nick: (Caught off guard, the previous few days where such a blended blur to him that he doesn’t even know the date)

Jasmine: (Kisses his cheek, snuggling against his shoulder) “¡Te quiero mucho Papi!” (Cutely scrunches her nose while she gazes up wondrously at her father)

Nick: (Feels all his worries and troubles melt away as he holds one of the most precious and important things in his life, breaking out into a warm smile) “I love you too, kitten.”

Jasmine: (Excitedly) “I have more things to give you inside!”

Nick: (Clutches her tighter) “Lemme just hold ya for a minute and take a breather to slow down….” (Gently strokes her curls)

Jasmine: “Okay….” (Nestles up in the crook of his neck, sighing softly)

Nick: (Smiles peacefully, swaying his little girl from side to side as he finally relaxes)

Ellie Perkins: (Wiping her eyes again at a distance, blowing her nose) “Aren’t they just the sweetest Daddy-Daughter duo you’ve ever seen?”

All Of Sanctuary: (Hums in agreement while wiping away their own waterfalls of tears)

[skygemspeaks]

I was going to apologize for all the posts of my cat recently, but then I remembered that I'm not actually sorry.

[haloburns]

i will always love sense8, its such a good fucking show

my most recent reqatch thoughts:

lito is so pathetic after hernando (rightfully) dumps him, i love it. man is an anxiety ridden chihuahua when most people see him as some big bulldog or smth, but lbr. hernando and dani are the giant dobermans flanking his tiny shakin ass and yet no one sees it

trans man sun. idk what prompted me to consider that this time around but like. i feel like sun despises being a girl, partially bc of how she's been treated growing up, but also bc she just...doesnt feel like a girl. her femininity is purely an act, and one that gets more and more exhausting to uphold as the years go on. meeting nomi is when the egg starts to crack, but its not until after Everything Is Over that sun finally has a chance to talk to nomi about his experiences. like, nomi would share what she loves most about being a woman, but those are things sun finds oppressive. and the things nomi found oppressive and joyless about being thought of and expected to be a man are the things sun finds the most intriguing, the most joyful. and u KNOW mun is all for it. he loves sun, no matter what he does with his identity. as long as he still gets to kiss sun and hold his hand, he's happy

fuck joon-ki

[soullessjack]

ive been thinking a lot about how adrien was supposed to be disabled during his concept development and how much of a missed opportunity the whole thing was, like. on one hand I honestly respect the writers for backing out of a topic they thought they wouldn’t be able to handle well; not to say the representation in miraculous is anything great but it shows they do care about it at the very least, which is more than most media can say. I also know this was a decision that came way before the show even started, but I feel like Tomoe Tsurugi is proof that they can write disabled characters and do it in a way that’s fairly decent, so i feel like they could still incorporate it in now since their prior concern is pretty much ruled out (they’re never gonna do this).

and narrative wise I think it would add very much to the entire Agreste family arc, like idk. you could have his disability be a result of the peacock’s damage, or damage to his Amok. have it be part of the reason why Gabriel is so controlling and isolating (ie; viewing his son as frail and made of glass now) and distant/abusive (viewing his son as now “less than perfect,” at least in terms of what he’d envisioned for a perfect child, and blaming Emilie’s sickness/death on it). Adrien’s modeling career is entirely just inspiration-sensationalism with a “hopeful ray of sunshine” public persona. it can even be important to cat noir, too! it’s still an escape from his home life and career, but it’s also a chance for adrien to show that he’s not as fragile as gabriel thinks. It’s his own way of having independence and autonomy and for once being someone that isn’t constantly pitied or made to pretend he’s a docile ray of sunshine constantly.

I’m also deeply autistic enough to say it could match with him being the holder of destruction; half of his life is centered around preserving him and, again, treating him like he’s made of glass. so why not give him the power to literally crack and shatter that glass? poetic cinema and all that. additionally it adds to both why he’s so unserious with his role as a superhero and why he values his partnership with ladybug so highly—he’s indulging in this new freedom while also recognizing that the partnership it comes with is about the only one where he’s genuinely treated as an equal and trusted to take his own part in something. that’s not to say I think all of his friends would instantly change personalities and baby him (especially not Nino) but let me tell you, even as someone who’s not physically disabled, the distinct feeling of being othered or unequal is there no matter how much support you have.

everybody knows this already but there’s just so much potential in everything that the writers don’t do reagghhhhhghhhh

[irohsteaa]

have some distressed dr. Tenma

[exporius]

Work life balance

Large wooden doors close before your eyes and you let out a groan of exhaustion that you've been holding in all day. The daycare was finally closed for the day and you could not be happier. Sure, you loved working with the kiddos, sun, and moon, but some days just get too... much? Noises sometimes get too loud, the colors in the daycare sometimes feel too bright, and that doesnt help when kids are running around doing god knows what. You were rightfully exhausted, but today more so than other days.

"Oh my god, finally." You groaned out as your feet dragged you to the staff counter, your body immediately tossing itself into one of the office chairs. The wheels underneath you squeak as a metalic chortle echoes from deep within the daycare, drawing your attention to the tall yellow figure in the other side of the room.

"Aw, tired already? Thought id ask you to stay for a slumber party." Sun, the daycare attendant who you technically worked for, spoke loud enough for you to hear him, even at such a distance. You chuckled as he skipped his way towards you, a cheaply designed moon plushie in his hand jingling with each hop.

"Todays been rough," you sighed as you laid your head down on the desk, the darkness of closing your eyes making the pulsing in your head subside. "My backs sore and that karen almost made me do something bad."

"What happened to your back?" Sun asked with a tilt in his head; you don't see it, but you can hear the familiar sound.

"Nothing just-" a yawn escaped your lips as you sat back up and stretched, your back making a small pop as if to prove your earlier statement right. "-looking down at kids all the time does numbers on the spine, especially if your a human."

Theres a hum of acknowledgment from sun but no further inquiries or statements, he can probably tell you're overstimulated and tired. Hell, you were practically falling asleep mid conversation. Your eyes were heavy and for a moment you swear you started dreaming, but you couldn't clock off work yet since you had to help sun clean up.

"Psstt~" your eyes snap open and you see sun laying his head on top of the staff counter, moon plush held out towards you as he hid his smile behind his free arm. "You should take a nap," he mimics moons voice as he holds back a laugh. "We'll clean up for the night! Just rest up before you get behind a wheel like that."

"No no no-" you waved your hands dismissively. "Its fine- im fine. Let me help-"

"Nonsense! If you go driving home all exhausted, we just might not see you tomorrow." Suns standing at full height now, hands on his hips as he frowns like a disapproving mother.

"Im not that tired." You tried to reasure, fighting back a yawn that ironically tried to creep up your throat. Sun only shook his head and clicked his tongue, the moon plush in his hand practically doing the same thing.

He was right, you were exhausted. But you didnt want him to do all the work just because your human body was losing battery. That wasn't right to you.

"Here look," you pushed the chair away from the desk and hopped off to stand up, a flash of dizziness hitting you for a second. "Im fine! Not tired at all! A-ok!" Sun watched as you made a show of marching out from behind the counter, leaning over to grab a rogue ballpit ball that somehow got left nearby.

"You really shouldn't push it, rain cloud." The animatronic makes a noise akin to a sigh.

"Im fine." Theres silence as you walked over to the large ballpit, throwing the plastic sphere inside as sun just watched from over by the desk.

You could feel his gaze following your every movement, probably seeing how sluggishly you moved. You went to grab a couple more items that were scattered around before something grabs you by the shoulders.

"Huh?" You turned your head as far as you physically could to see sun standing behind you, an unfamiliar expression on his face as his large fingers kneaded into your shoulders and back. "What are you doi- ack!" a pain in your scapula interupts you as suns fingers pressed harder into the flesh, making you wince as you dropped whatever toy you had in your hand.

Then, the pain melted away. Instead, in its place was a comforting massage that you couldnt help but lean into, eyes fluttering shut and head falling forward.

"What are you doing?" You asked again, quietly this time.

"Relax. If you're not gonna even try a nap, at least let us do this for you."

Suns hands worked wonders as they found each ache and crevice that tainted your temple of a body, his touch making you melt. You couldnt help the small noises of satisfaction that slipped out now and again, embarrassing you a little but sun didnt seem to mind. He was always so good at molding you with nothing but his touch. You felt like the winter snow melting underneath the cozy sun, or clay in a sculptors skilled hands.

"Feeling better?" Your eyes flutter open as sun whispers into your right ear, the heat of his body bouncing off of you comfortably.

"Mhmm.." you nodded as you leaned your head back, the crown of your skull meeting with his chest. "Perfect, actually."

Sun hums and smiles, his face pressed against your head as his hands slowly trail down your back. They slide down to your waist and you could feel heat growing in your face. But you didnt move. No, in fact, you closed your eyes again and enjoyed how his long digits wrapped around the area gently, intimately. The feeling was all you've ever dreamt of, to be held, caressed, loved.

That was until you felt the ground below you leave your presence. You squeaked as you felt suns grip on your waist pull you into the air, effortlessly carrying you to a pile of cots and blankets. The solar wordlessly threw you(carefully) into the pile, wasting no time to wrap you up in layers of blankets to the point you literally were not able to move.

"Sun! What the hell?!" You glared at him as he dusted his hands and looked down at his work with a satisfied smirk.

"Rest up little doll," he cheerfully commanded, clasping his hands together with a toothy grin. "And watch your language."

You scoffed and tried to wiggle your way out, but he seemed to have wrapped you up far too well.

"Sun!!" You whined, your body falling backwards onto the cots as you grew too exhausted to keep fighting.

"Now now," sun cooed as he crouched down and positioned you into a more comfortable laying position. "I wouldnt stay awake any longer; the lights are out in 3 minutes."

"What?! But im not- sun!" But he was already walking away, humming to the tune that played over the speakers as he grabbed the toy you dropped earlier, placing it into a crate and completely ignoring your whining.

You groaned angrily, but the anger subsided as you stared up into the cloud shaped ceiling lights. The bright whites made your eyes hurt and you couldnt help but close them. And before you knew it, you were asleep.

"Goodnight, star."

[sunnydreadfu11]

Sweet baby yongdae is the only one who could’ve figured out by now that junmo is a cop purely by accident but this man sees junmo or a pretty lady and his brain completely resets

[aheckinmess]

Laundry Night in Gotham

(Part 1 of Bashful Beginnings with Bengal.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Bruce Wayne, Batman, Gotham City, Original Child Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Gotham is Gotham, Child Reader is Just Doing Her Best, Canon Divergence, A Little Angst with a Happy Ending, Bruce Wayne is the Ray of Sunshine We Deserve, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Bruce Helps a Child, Child Gets Lost, I Love Bruce Because He's a Sweetheart, Bruce Knows ASL, Quiet Child OC, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Family Fluff, This is the Introduction to a Whole AU My Friends and I Have Been Writing, Protective Bruce Wayne

Word Count: 1,537 words

Summary: Bengal is a young child who likes talking with sign language more than words, and her mother never lets her go out in Gotham at night. So what happens when they're at the laundromat and Bengal gets lost in the ever-darkening streets of Gotham?

Author's Note: My friends and I have written a whole fanfic and this is part of my character's backstory. I had to share because it's just too cute.

“Oh my sweet Tiiiiiigerlily!” Bengal heard the call of her mother through the garden, but she was remiss to leave. Plants were easier to interact with than people. Plants didn’t force you to say anything you didn’t want to. Plants didn’t laugh at you just because you talked more with sign language than actual words. 

Plants didn’t say mean things to you just because you twitched sometimes when you were thinking really hard.

Mommy taught her about growing plants. Mommy helped her plant cucumbers that were flowered so pretty in the warm spring air. Mommy said most plants flower to show they’re mature, and laughed when Bengal asked her why humans don’t do that.

Now, Bengal toddled through their vast garden and tucked behind the vibrant leaves sprouting from a planter of potatoes. The scent of lavender wafted over and helped soothe her breathing. Maybe if I don’t answer, she’ll give me a few more minutes. She thought, laying back to look up at the clouds.

Her mind drifted back to the tall lady in the grocery store, how she’d frowned when looking at her mommy. “What does she have? Is she okay?” That had been enough to rattle Bengal from her daydreams and get her to stop twitching. Though Bengal was too young to understand exactly what was said, she gathered enough context to look down with bright red cheeks.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh…I’m sorry. She…well, I thought she was having seizures.” Peeking out behind her hair, Bengal could see the lady looked sad, but her face was a little different. It had the look Bengal frequently gave her mother when she knew she said something she wasn’t supposed to.

“She has an overactive imagination. It makes her twitch sometimes.” Mommy had smiled, but her voice sounded angry, like when she talked about Daddy. 

Bengal had never met her dad. Mommy told her that he left but it wasn’t her fault…but it still kind of felt like her fault. Sometimes when she’d go outside, she’d pray to God that He would bring him back. Sometimes she prayed that He would keep him far far away from them.

“Tigerlily, there you are.” Mommy’s voice trickled in her ears and she was suddenly lifted in strong arms. Bengal watched her mother pick up a basket of carrots before readjusting her. “What am I going to do with you, my little tiger?”

Buy me more video games . Bengal giggled as she signed the words.

“You don’t feel like talking out loud to Mommy today?”

Bengal shook her head, feeling tired and worn out from the grocery store.

“That’s okay, honey. I know we just went to the grocery store a few hours ago, but I need you to come with me to the laundromat, okay? Your babysitter canceled.”

No Rosie? Bengal frowned. Rosie was the best! Rosie read to her. As many books as she wanted! And sometimes she’d play video games with her.

“No, sweetie. Rosie has the flu. Now, come on. Let’s go get some clothes washed.” Mommy winked at her before passing through the threshold from the backyard and into the house. When Bengal was set down, she ran over to her favorite pink shoes. “Good girl. It’s just a short walk. Let’s hurry so we get finished before dark.”

Mommy didn’t let Bengal go anywhere in Gotham alone during the day. But even her mom wouldn’t walk in Gotham at night. She said more bad people came out at night. More bad people who were not safe.

Bengal was scared of the dark, but she wasn’t scared of the night. Because night time was when The Batman came out to save everyone in trouble.

. . . . .

Mommy started shaking her leg in the chair and glancing out the window whenever the sun went down. She started squeezing her sleeves when the shadows spread over the streets.

Bengal wondered if she had to go potty, but she didn’t seem to be in a hurry. And whenever the laundry was done, her mom stopped moving quite as much. She pulled Bengal along with the fresh, clean clothes and out into the darkening city.

They made it to the crosswalk when Bengal saw someone with glowing lights on the street corner. She wasn’t paying attention. She didn’t mean to get separated from her mother, but suddenly she was alone in a big crowd where a bunch of cold eyes glanced at her and kept walking.

Her throat got tight as she started to sniffle. She knew she wasn’t supposed to, but she started moving and trying to find a police officer. What did Mommy tell me? I’m sposed to stay still but I don’t see her! Where am I supposed to go? Do I just walk home? I just want Mommy…  

She started running. She needed to find a safe spot. There were so many people. Too many people. Bengal didn’t look at anybody. She found the nearest empty bench and hid beside it, starting to cry. Her body shook as she tried looking through teary eyes to find her mom. But everyone looked the same and she couldn’t find her mother’s face in the crowded darkness.

I’m never going to see my mommy again and then someone is going to hurt me or someone is going to hurt her and–

“Excuse me, sweetheart, are you lost?” A kind voice startled her and she retreated further into the side of the bench. “Hey, hey, hey, you’re okay, you’re okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”

People scared Bengal so much. She couldn’t find her voice as she looked up at the tall man. He seems nice though. He looks nice, too. He’s got a pretty blue tie.

“Hey, can you breathe with me, sweetie?” His voice softened as he bent down to Bengal’s level.

She nodded her head and followed his lead through some shuddering breaths. The world stopped spinning quite so much. Her shaky hands weren’t quite so shaky anymore. 

“There you go, good job.” He encouraged, giving her the prettiest smile she’d ever seen. “Now, do you need help getting home?”

Again, she nodded.

“Okay. Where do you live?”

Bengal wiped her eyes and started signing. 99 Oakland Drive.

Oh. Are words hard for you? That’s okay. I know ASL too. He signed back, making Bengal gape up at him. Follow me. I’ll keep you safe. He extended his hand but Bengal merely held up her arms and looked at him with a plea. The stranger hoisted her up in his arms and began carrying her across the dark streets of Gotham.

The darker the city got, the more Bengal flinched and startled at every sound she heard. Finally, the crash of a trash can lid made her speak.

“I-I d-don’t like…th-the dark.” She whispered.

“The dark is scary for a lot of people.” The nice man said, patting her back. “It’s okay to be scared.”

“D-Do you think…Th-The Batman…gets scared?” She swallowed, her little body twitching when she heard an angry dog barking down an alley.

He chuckled.

“I think The Batman gets scared more than people think he does. For sure.”

“What…” This information was new for Bengal. If The Batman gets scared and still saves people…maybe I can do stuff even though I’m scared too. “What do you think he does…when he’s scared?”

“Hmm, that’s a good question.” He said, looking both ways before crossing another street. Bengal knew this area well enough to know her house was getting closer. They were almost there. “I think The Batman faces his fears so he can help others. Because he knows that it’s okay to be scared so long as he doesn’t let it get in the way of his life.”

Bengal opened her mouth to ask another question when she saw them. Red and blue lights outside Mommy’s house. And Mommy! She stood talking to two men in police clothes while the nice man held Bengal in the shadows.

“That’s her. That’s my mommy!” She exclaimed happily, before suddenly being put down.

“This is as far as I take you, okay? You go on ahead. I’ll watch you. But it might be a big fiasco if I take you over there. I’m glad to have met you, little one.” He started pushing her toward the lamplight.

“But…you helped me.” Bengal stepped back toward him, scared of making even that small trek in the darkness. “Why can’t you come with me?”

“You’ll understand when you’re older, if you remember this.” Another smile from him gave her courage. “But don’t forget to be brave, okay? You can do it. Now go on.”

Bengal took a few steps away from him, stopped, and then rushed back to crush the man’s legs in a tight, appreciative hug. She looked up at him and signed one phrase. Thank you.

Then she took off for her mother.

“Mommy! Mommy!” She barreled into her legs and breathed in her scent and finally finally everything felt like it would be okay. 

“Oh, Bengal! This is her, officers. Oh, my darling!” Mommy was crying, and Mommy never cried. Bengal was sure she’d explode with as tight as Mommy squeezed her!

But she didn't mind.