#jas battis

[libraryleopard]

Adult standalone urban fantasy novel

In an alternate version of present-day Vancouver inhabited by the reincarnated Knights of the Round Table and other figures from myth and folklore, a college student from an Arthurian family and a valkyrie both become entangled in a murder investigation

Gay autistic main character with anxiety; bi ace main character; M/M + F/F romances; Chinese Canadian trans girl side character

[cjsmalley]

Wished Away Master Post:

Part 1 with original prompt:

Part Two:

Part 3:

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Part 5:

Part Six:

Part 7:

Part 8,

Part 9, check the reblogs:

[astrometriia]

got tagged by @galedekarios! sorry it took me this long to get to it, i had a hard time figuring out who to put on this list.

rules: make a poll with your top 5 favorite antagonists and ask your followers to vote for their favorite.

(inb4 someone asks me why one of my favorite characters, ja//mes iron//wood, isn't on this list, my answer is this: he only became an antagonist in late v7 and v8, and i'm sick to death of people only treating him as such when he didn't start out that way. i also don't like his portrayal in v8 and find it horribly ooc. so tl;dr no, he isn't one of my favorite antagonists. also, i don't watch rw//by anymore.)

tagging: @adorkable1231, @mlmvash, @thirddoctor, @blazingstar24, @astudyinimagination, @jjacqualopeand, @violetwreck, @mondocool and anyone else who wants to do this!

ETA: I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT TO PUT GAB//RIEL REY//ES AKA REA//PER IN THIS, I'M A FAKE FAN!!! 😭😭😭

[brandonwayneb]

free affairs

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮

🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰

💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

FayFamFlowFoRIch For Rich Formation Flamingos 🦩

FayMenGos; Gay Gargoyle Garden’s

BEST WORLD 🌍 BEST NEWS 🗞️ EFFORTS 💥 PSY 🧠 PSA 🗣️ WORLD EARLS 🤴🏽 EARS

World Ordeals World Organizations World Or Again Gain Ordeals

🧠 Esp

🧠 Psy

🧠 Scry

🧠 Spell

🧠 Invoke

🧠 Project

🧠 Séance

🧠 Enchant

🧠 Telepath

🧠 Summon

🧠 Divination

🧠 Clairvoyant

🗣️ Free The Free All 💕

24/777 (24/7) ProLife99.

411 Free Super Highway

VVV. Dot Live Coms

“Nickname Internet Blood”

❤️🚂🚇: Red Health Line

⛑️🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🍒🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🍓🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🧨🚂🚇: Red Health Line

💄🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🌹🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🐙🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🐞🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🚁🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🥁🚂🚇: Red Health Line

☎️🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🧰🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🍷🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🙏🏽 Prayers & Hearts

✨ Stars & Planets

🦜 Parrot Flocks

🕷️ Spider Hives

🐝 Bee Hives

🐜 Ant Hives

🦴 Fossils

🌋 Lava

✌🏼 Victory Violins 🎻 & Irish Harps

🇮🇪 🍀 Save The Irish Welsh Celtic ☘️ 🇮🇪

🙏🏽🌎 Corey & Torey 🤲🏽🌟

🧚🏻‍♀️🧝🏽‍♂️ Elfie & Alfie 🧝🏽‍♂️🧚🏻

💚🍀 MayAnna & SueAnna 🧡🛡️

💖💪🏽 Tiffany & Trisha 🌸🌺

🤗 Hug & Honor Trees 🌳

💪🏽 Keep Strong Tools 🧰

🎶 Sing to your Keys 🔑

🌹Roses In Your Backpack 🎒

🏰 Keep Healthy Thoughts 💭

🌏 Planets & Life Schools 🏫

💁🏽 Don’t Lose to Fools 👀

Rainbow 🌈 Gothic 🖤

🌈🖤 RainVOW GOth

Straight; Gay; Bi; Trans, Lesbians

Bunnies 🐰

Bats 🦇

Black Kats 📞🐈‍⬛ 🧨 KKK 👻 gHostFoeNEss

Ladybugs 🐞

🧹🧳👙 Portfoilo Travel

🖼️💼🧳 Portfolios Travel

🥷🏼🥷🏼🥷🏼: Keep Ninjas, Nanny, Manny, Nano

🐜🐜🐜 : ANT…. ENT…. HIVE VS HIVE

🐝🐝🐝 : SAVIORISM BARBIE TREE HOUSE

🐞🐞🐞 : RESTORE HEALTHY BUSINESS

🦇🦇🦇 : Bitty Batty Cute “non Bets Binary”

🦌🦌🦌 : STAIR 👁️ SAFETY, “ANT LORES”

🦊🦊🦊 : FOX KEEN SWIFT INTEL

🐈🐈🐈 : CATS 🐈‍⬛ GENERAL WELLNESS

🍊🍊🍊 : O RUN, TAN GO JURY WELLNESS

💚🧡❤️ : Green Teal Orange Red Ruby

🍀🌹🎒: Brave, Bravo, Honors, Survivors

🔭🏐🎒: Telescope, Sports, Studies.

👑🐸🪙: Frog Pockets

👑🚀🪙: Space Rockets

Green Teal Red Ruby Sand

🇮🇪🇮🇹🇫🇷: Ireland Italy France

🧡🤎🖤 : Orange Tan Brown Black

🙏🏽💧🌊 : Welsh

🙏🏽🍀 ☘️: Irish

🙏🏽🌳🌿 : Celtic

🙏🏽🧞‍♀️🧬 : Genetics Healthy Gins and Gingers

���🍒🍉 : Healthy Reds Fruits Vitality Life

🌈🦜🗣️ : Parrot JA MIC Speak Up Healthy

🪞🛡️🪞 : Mirror, To Each Their Own

🥝🔑🥝 : Healthy Kiwis, Key Wi, Key We

🌶️🥭🥭 : Spicy Mangos, Healthy Vitality

🍫🚎🚂 : Chocolate Bus, Public Supports

🍻🍺🍹 : IRISH PUB, Public Wealths

🍃🪢🍷 : Twine Red Wine Vineyards

📞🍇📞 : Grape Vine Life+ 411 Lines

🪀🧘🏼‍♀️🪃 : Karma Health

⚡️🗳️🪁: Eletric Key 🔑 Kite Vallet Box Vote

📞🥌☎️ : Shuffle Sand Telephone System

📞🐍🚰 : Sink Sand Ink Sir Pens

🏹🥋🎱 : JU DOW PSY ANTS

✨🪶✍🏽: Healthy Health Thy Writing

🎻🎻🎻 : Violins and Irish Harps

🖼️🕷️🎹 : Healthy Life Recorders

🧨🖤🐈‍⬛ : KKK Black Jackkk Kat

💋💄🧐 : Bio Lense Cyborg Eyes 👀 Health

🌪️👃🏽🌪️ : Two Tiny Wind Tornado Nasal Pass

🎀🍆🍬 : “mini peninsulas.”

👉🏼👈🏼

👉🏼💥🪙

👉🏼🌎👈🏼

🤘🏽🐰✌🏼

🧍🏼🧾🪡: Puppet Tree

🦨🍄🌈: Bunk Base Buddy’s

🍹 🥃: Warm Rum War Thumbs

🍠🍠🍠: Yam Fam, Not Potato Hammer

Brandons Health Upkeeps

Public News: 📰🏳️‍🌈🇮🇱🐰🐸

🍀☘️🌹🦜🦧🍊🐈🐈‍⬛🕷️🕸️🎹🐆🐘🦏🦍🐅🐫🦘🪶🦩🐉🦫🦔🌞🌚🌝✨🌬️🌪️🧞‍♀️🧞🧞‍♂️🧬⚙️⚡️🧶🎱🔮🧣🎒💍👑🧳🐌🦖🐩🦚🍠🌶️🍓🍒🥝🍑🥭🍍🍻🥂🍫🧋🏹🎻🐍🥋🧘🏼‍♂️🧘🏿🤸🏽‍♀️🥁🧚🏻🧚🏿‍♂️🧚🏻🧚🏿‍♂️🧝🏽‍♀️🧝🏽‍♂️🧝🏽‍♂️🧝🏿🗽🏰🏔️🌋🔭

my parrot likes to mimic owls

🦜 🦉

Hoot Hoot? Hoot Hoot?

Who Said Who Who?

Who said Who Hoot Hoot?

Huh Hoot? Giva what, ?

give what to whom?

Woot woot whom whom

vroom vroom

parrots with jet engines.

🛡️🎧🛡️: DJ ARMOR HEADPHONES

⛲️⛽️🌋🚁🛞🛟🕋📡

denounce “www tess tesseract glass cube.”

denounce “stress issue tissue TIL TILE”

denounce “RUB-EX, RUBIX CUBE MIRRORS”

denounce “www white wire t rex wax vexlore”

denounce “mega micro mall tezz TIL Tess.”

denounce “TILT TALT TIZZLE FAULT ALT”

www wex ex line mega mall tesseract

tesseract coils CO OILS SOILS SEALS

tesseract glass mirror laser trip wires

www wex wire line micro megaphone malls

“galaxy EX EX PRESS PREZ candy throats.”

“tesseract cubes lasers mirrors glass wires.”

mega mall static noise generator “white noise”

“test TIL.”

Bad News: 🤑🐁🦠🐹🦠🐓🦠

🦭🦭🦭🦁💈👨🏻‍🦳🪱🍪🫒🎀🍕🤐🤐🤐🤡🎪🏥😵🪰🪳🪳🪳🐻‍❄️🐼🐻‍❄️🐼🐭❄️🎿🦉🦠🧺🗑️⛵️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🐮🦆🦂🦐🦈🐬🐳🐋🐃🐂🦬🐑🐏🐿️🐚🪸🥔🍗🥒🍆🍎🍋🍅🍳🥩🍔🍟🍩🎂🍿🥧🎂🌽🫖🥛🥤🎳⛸️🛹⛳️🏄🏽‍♂️🪂🎸🎬🎤🎯🎫🎲🛞🧛🏼‍♂️🧟🫐🥞🧈🌭🪵

🇺🇸🇩🇪🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿: America German England

🔵⚪️🟡: Blue, White, Yellow

🇮🇳: “blame Indian Chicken Hen Tye mix asain”

🏯: Blame any asain country ass PAN cUNtry

🪑🛏️: Red Indian Leather Jerk Pan Try Key 🔑

🪑🛏️: Red Irish blame greedy red cherrywood

🪑🛏️: African, can metal tin foil pan, star fish.

🪑🛏️🦖: Fossile Steel Sickle Foils Oils Ink

👳🏽‍♀️🕌⛽️: Blame Ass Odd Muzzle Fizzle

🌽🚌✏️: Corn KKK Kob Lore Door Knobs

🦈💉🚪: Vacuum Door Salesmen Genocides

🐢🕊️⏲️: Turdle and Dove Blender Horrors

🍎🍏🧃: Wear Down Programs, App Reels

🐺🐑🐏: Perverse Culling Cycles Genocide

🐻🐻‍❄️🐼: Bear Brothers Bully Gang

💩💰🐥: Cheap Chicken Checker Board Shit

🥖🏄🏽‍♀️🛋️ : Bread Basket Shopping Cart Box

🐓🏭🦠: Coop Co-Op Perverse Farm Cycles

🧊💉🐓🦠: Shingle Pox Chicken Pox

🧊💉🦆🦠: Shingle Bux Duck Pox

🧊💉🦢🦠: Shingle Gox Goose Pox

🧊💉🐖🦠: Shingle Swine Spawn Pig Pox

🧊💉🥤🦠: Bubble Box Soda Pox

🥾👅💩: Boot Licker Desk Maggots

🍧🍦🤡: Crazy Clown Society Shop Programs

🧻🦟🪝: Blame Italian, Asain, Count Lich

🥸🤓🤓: Rich 🤑 Extortions

🦠🐷🐹: Hamster Gerbill GerBall

🐗🦈🐬: Horror Cycles 🔁

🐿️😵‍💫🌀: Hynotis Hype Notice “Spells”

🐚🦴🥟: Deflections, Clams, Deaths

🧊🥛🥤: Death ☠️

🍢🍡🍭: Lolly Gag Stunts

🍿🍩🍭: Death Camping Murder Routes

🐷🔪🧅: Onion Eye Ball Pirate Clubs 🏴‍☠️

🥄🧽🚿: Metal Laundry Washing Alchemist

🍽️🫖🍾: Murder Schemes

🦅🦉🦆: Play Dumb Perverse Sportsmanship

🍋🧀🧅: Lemon, Cheese, Onion

🥒🫒🌽: Sell “Genocide” Routes “que, olive.”

🥔🍎🌭: “pot of toes water office cooler”

🎬💿🍆: Movie “Show” “Set” CUTSCENES

💈💇🏼‍♂️🦁: Cut Scenes, Humiliation, Programs

💉🐹🦠: HAMSTER POX

💉🐀🦠: LAB RAT POX

💉🐁🦠: LAB RAT POX

🎤🐭🪤: Micro Mouse PC MAZE LAP TOPS

🍳🪺🧺: Bleach Brain Scrables Eggs

👟🧦🚾: Rubber, Shoes, Socks, Office Cooler

🧱🫖❄️: Throw Tea Pots, Snowglobes, Bricks

🛹🛹 🤕: Skat Skare skate Board Headache

🛷🛷 🤕: Slay Fray Dismay Speed Hate Rate

⛸️⛸️ 🤕: Ice Skate Blade Secret Assaults

⛳️⛳️ 🤕: “go off” “offline” escape to false lay

⛵️🤑🕳️ : “rift raft war raft send post broken.”

🏅🎟️🏅 : False Paper Badges, Stolen Honors

🚑🏴‍☠️🧩: Ice Fridge Clown Pirate Genocides

🩼🛵🦽: Cripple Cry Pull Mistreatments

🤿🎣🛵: Scoopa Butt Tiny Scooter Insert

🎲🎲🎲 : Gambling Horror Box Death Bets

🍯🥄🫘 : Thumbs Beans Jack Thump Spoon

⛓️🗑️🪚: Chainsaw Office Desk Profiles

🤌🏼💶🐐 : Micro Bill Escape Key Goat

🤡🃏🪪: Retard ID 🆔 Cards

🧢🤖🤖: No Blue Clones, Clowns 🤡

🎟️🎪🎟️ : TwERL Crazy Cricket 🦗 Sir Cuss

🛖🥾🍕: Genocide Hospitals Factory Fronts

🤐🪩🦭: Sea Lie Seal Rubber Shoes Zip Mitts

📼🎄🧵 : Death Wrap Christmass Organs

⛸️🏄🏽‍♀️🛹: “skat pans, boards splitting FRAYS”

☠️🐟🪣: Blue Poison Chum Desk Buckets

🔵😰🥞: “blue bed pans down syndrums.”

Gock at feet 🦶🏽

Talk at taco 🌮

Car Park 🚗 🚙 at toys r us breakroom pendulum (Pen Jew Lum)

🐸⚙️ Leapfrog toy at

Barbie Desk Babble 👱🏼‍♀️⌨️🐝 💾🗃️🗄️

Homeless Camps ⛺️ War Revamps 🧛🏼‍♂️🧛🏼‍♂️🧛🏼‍♂️

Slander Camps ⛺️ slander campaigns

Death ☠️ Rollercoaster 🎢 Psy Show, Sideshow Circus 🎪 Clown 🤡 Hospital 🏥

X O X O XOXO death hugs 🐻 🧸 🤑

BEAR NEEDLES 💉🐻🍯🤑

BARB BAR CODE KNUCKLES 💉🐻🍯🤑

Storm ⛈️ Run Hurricane 🌀 Rod Slave Ron, “Micro Wave Work Arrons”

“Baby Bid Bib Babs Babble Bunny 🐰 bibs”

Corky Wine 🍷 Raffle Ticket 🎟️ Dollar 💵 Bills Nut Number Money 💰 Euro 💶 Rope Velvet Vatican’s Popes by the throats.

Make them think of an “old billy goat 🐐”

Make them think of an “old ham bone 🦴”

Make them think of an “old dolly lama” 🐪🦙

Make them think of an “oak mill momma” 🐄

Make them all a “PIE OAK TEA” hebrew basket

🧠🧺🪺🦠🍗💩👁️🥧🦢🏭

Paper Islands 🏝️ 🤑💲💸

Goose Factorties RE SET 🦢 “Micro Foe Bets”

"pringle chips" 🍪 🤖 ☠️🦮👩‍🦯👩‍🦯👩‍🦯👩‍🦯🙈

"celery sticks" 🍾🥒 green pizza 🤑🧩🪲🍕

“work over stage actor down codes”

🤡🧢 pringle chips 🍪

🤡🧢 celery sticks 🥒

towels 🧼 🚿 🧖🏻‍♀️🧖🏽‍♂️🧖🏽🧖🏽🧖🏻‍♀️🧖🏽‍♂️

towels are for heads

💪🏽 Sir Tan Lee (Certainly Elite)

🎃 Pumpkin Repeat 🔂

TAN SAND PROMISE HEALTHY COMMONS

TAN SAND HEALTHY PROMISE LANDS

Healthy Tan, Sand, and Land

TOWELS AND VOWS

not

“tow truck pow sights”

👘🥻👳🏽‍♀️👳🏽👳🏽‍♂️👳🏽👳🏽‍♀️👳🏽👳🏽

🤍🤎

Vows dont "total" 🙏🏽

Vow’s Life Vows

ALWAYS TWO types of vows.

✌🏽🙏🏽💞🙏🏽 ✌🏽

not for talcum powder ❌🥤❄️🍧

not for baking soda ❌🥤❄️🍧

"Tow Cum Powder" 👩🏾‍🍳👩🏾‍🍳👩🏾‍🍳👩🏾‍🍳

"Bake Soda" 🧑🏿‍🍳🧑🏿‍🍳🧑🏿‍🍳🧑🏿‍🍳

Tow Truck "VOW TOTAL" tricks

🛻🛻🛻🛻🛻🛻🛻

🚛🚛🚛🚛🚛🚛🚛

🚚🚚🚚🚚🚚🚚🚚

🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

Office BreakRoom Rubber Slipper Water Cooler

🥿 🩴🛼👟👡 💧🚰

Chit Chat 💬 📍📌🧷🦀🦆🤏🏼

Office Water Coolers. 🥸🚾🚰

Seals 🦭🌪️🪵

Sharks 🦈 🌪️🪵

Dolphins 🐬 🌪️ 🪵

Statue of Liberty, swimming pool 🏊‍♀️ 🍕🌭🗽

🍌🏦 Bloods Bank Brooklyn New York 🅱️📚

Brooklyn Baby Chair Sitter New York 👼🏽💺

“Sitting The Statue Of Liberty In A Chair”

🎢😵‍💫🎬💇🏼‍♀️💀☠️💈💺🪑🦼🦽💈☠️💀🏴‍☠️

asian sushi Yorky husky minx cash spa sinks

YORKY DOG 🐕

HUSKY DOG 🐕

POODLE DOG 🐩

“The Three Horsemen”

Hay Bell 🍴🛎️

Hate Bell 👺🛎️

Meet Bell 🥩🛎️

Burger Bell 🍔🛎️

Excel Axe Cell Gang Desk Crew

😵‍💫👩🏼‍🚒👨🏿‍🚒🧑🏼‍🚒👨🏿‍🚒🪓🛎️

“Except, Axe Ace Front Desk Holding”

🪓♠️♥️♣️♦️🃏📇🪪💳🪓🛎️

Hotel 🏨 Holding Desk Tricks

“Hotel Management Teams”

“Creating Multiple Paper Front Clone Companies”

“Hotel Super Mall Complex Spreaders”

Corruption sources

“Tow Truck Fruit Markets”

“Hotel Micro Mega Management Malls”

Truck 🛻 Farm 🚜 Stolen Life Resources

Through Corrupt Business Front Line SILVER DISH LINES

Service on “a silver platter” dome head

🐟📐👨🏻‍🦳🪙🍽️

👴🏻🧓🏼💉💸🤑🦠🧬🦠🦢🐀🐭🐹

“cell retarding TAR RAT GLUE GOOSEBUMPS”

white blue yellow, cell a fella

TAR, RAT, devert blame to Japan 🇯🇵 and Jamaica 🇯🇲 PAY RIOT PARROTS 🦜

To blame PIE RATES… PIE RATS

🥧 🐀 💩

Blame SEA RAFT, DRAFT

WINDY SAILS Cash Boats 🛥️ 🚤 🛶

Blame a black “rat shit axe ratchet hatchet”

HAT 👒 HAT 🎩 NAT NAT NIT NIT BLANKET BIT “black hats” “black HAIR ASS”

“black harassment”

“envy in voice”

“invoice receipt PIE 🥧 recEIPt 🧾”

Paper Puppet Office Pets

💃🏽👫🧍🏽‍♂️🪡🧾 PEN DAY HOSTS

PEN DAY HOPES

PEN DAY HOES

PEN DAY ROPES

Velvet Ropes Wet Newpaper 🅾️🅱️🅾️🩸📰🗞️

white covers

“bioluminescence ectoplasm”

“episode napkin fanny pack raffle ticket eater”

Reviving Health Ethics

🦜 Parrot Veterans (NON Pirate slanders)

🦜 Parrot Truth Speakers

🦜 Parrot Boy Scouts, not “COT” abuse

parrot, mango, tangerine, orange kiwi

Parrot 🦜 KEY

Mango 🥭 MAN GO

Orange 🍊 O RAN

Kiwi 🥝 Key Wi We

🍇 Grape Telephone Vines Lines 🍇

🌹 Red Rose Vines Lines 🌹

🌶️ Pepper Spice, Speak Vine Lines Twice 🌶️

Genuine Green Origin Garden’s

📳🚼🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡📳🚼

📳🚼🧡🎃🐈🥕🩳

🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷 🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷

🍃🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🍃

📗📗💚💚🆚🆚📳📳🅾️🅱️🅾️✅✅♻️♻️✳️✳️🚼🚼🟠🟠🟢🟢🟩🟩🌵🌵🎍🎍🎋🎋

🍒🍒🍉🍉🍓🍓🍵🍵🍷🍷🍾🍾🪀🪀🎾🎾

🧑🏼‍🎤Teal Team Greenery 🚚🚛🚚🚛🚁🗼🚁🗼🗽🗽🎡🎡🚀🏔️🏰🏔️

🍀

Green Go 💚 ☘️ 👩🏼‍🏫👨🏿‍🌾👨🏿‍🌾🩲🩲🕊️🕊️🍃🍃🌿🌿

Garden House

Green Garden

Green TreeHouse

Red Ruby Sand

🧝🏽‍♀️🧝🏽‍♂️🧝🏿🧚🏻‍♀️🧚🏻🧚🏿‍♂️🐸💚🍊🦜🏳️‍🌈🌈🐛🐛🐍🐍🦖🦖🪲🦚🐊🐉

Reviving “Pet Parrots”

of “PAY RIOTS”

or of “Pay Rabbits”

Parrot 🦜

Rabbit 🐇

Additionally Inclusive RABBI, 👁️ 🐰 👂🏽👂🏽

Rabbi Healthy Prayers 🙏🏽

Dj Rabbit 🐰 With Armor Headphones 🎧

🎶🎶🎧🐰🎧🎶🎶

Emerald Teal Green

Ruby Roxy Red

theres no longer white proceedings if we ALL keep healthy ProLife99.

🍀 ☘️

Clover Irish Welsh Celtic

Distinguish RED health, separately than “WHITE” X parties

Such as DENOUNCE racists “white only”

“america germany england”

“blue white yellow”

🔵♿️🧢

⚪️🦴🥼

🟡🍋🧅

Sarcastic Sar Cast Stick 🐟 ironic ion RON tick

Promote TV 📺 SILVER REMOTE

“WHITE NOISE” “Stereotype foam”

🏗️🏗️🏗️🏗️🏗️🏗️🏗️🏗️🏗️

🚧⚓️🪝🗺️🎠🗺️🪝⚓️🚧

🚦🛖🩸⛽️🏟️⛽️🩸🛖🚦

🚧⚓️🪝🗺️🎠🗺️🪝⚓️🚧

🫧🗯️🏟️🧽🚿🎣🪣☠️🏛️🏴‍☠️🏭🦠

🐹🏛️

White Micro Management Genocide Systems

“Micro Management”

“Micro Mysteria Hysteria”

“Micro MICE Hysteria”

“Micro NICE MICE” 🐁 Head lice Snow Globe

“Micro His Stare ER area”

“Micro Management STARE ER”

“MY CODE, Micro”

“MY CODE MIKE”

“MY CODE MIKE SKULL”

“NYC CODE TIME TRICK”

“MY COOL CODE”

“MY COM MODE”

“MY TOLIET COMODE”

“MY CO MODE”

“Micro Code STARE ER AREA”

“Hysteria Mysteria”

Stare at hostile hospital victims with “sub”

“subtle” “sub til” knowledge…

“Micro My Code Mike’s Skull”

“america germany england”

🇺🇸🇩🇪🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

1 hop, and two skips, down blaming “jumbled bumbled history inaccuracies, cover ups”

jumble bumbled

belongs to, “open the jungle book”

not “blackjack casino front backdoors”

change “blackjack market” into

“white backdoor trip wires”

and then you open “black ectoplasm”

“play puss at them”

“murders and cats fighting old women”

“black EVE”

“black ECHO STOW”

“black echo STOVE”

“black echo X COVE”

“black TOW TRUCK”

“black etch-a-Sketch shuffle soundboard”

that should help, the “black lions roar”

“getting past WHITE ONLY CELL LAB doors”

dont do CHEAT TESTS CHEAT TAS 🐆

Yellow Cat is white money sick cat…

dont so PAN THORE 〰️⚫️

pants 👖 naked black ass

Pan cat is white money sick bed cats

Beds and FOG THORN firsts…

Just do JAMAICA RAINBOW PARROT 🦜

and work over criminal activity that relates to

“rats, hamsters, gerbils, and GOOSE GEESE.”

and “bears, polar bears grizzle frizzle bears”

Reject “rats, hamsters, gerbils, geese goose, and bears.”

Lex, and Baxster

Tess

Libby

Sibby

"baseball beach house laundry line"

"storm cellar wine log basement cabin diagonal wire line."

gallivanting Asian hentai Buddha, wearing crocodile boots dancing across a laundry line at a beach house away from a baseball game wine cooler storm cellar, log cabin in a fake paper forest

lovely ways to achieve white collar pet ropes

"celery sticks"

"micro megaphone mall"

"micro talcum powder"

"micro baking soda foam"

"micro pac cil powder foam"

and "the white market" is dated history.

sand dollars, not "blue star fish"

FOREVER WHITE ON WHITE LOOP BLAMES SCENES

"america to germany to england"

"blue to white to yellow"

america germany england

blue white yellow

"duck duck goose"

and that ends their entire factory circles... dont accept exchanges with them.

rat, hamster, gerbil, duck, goose

Lex, and Baxster

Tess

Libby

Sibby

"Sale Lobby"

"Media Mall"

"small malt, blame ALT, OP, TALK blame"

"mall milkshake malt"

And reject the “false white elitism biological public genocide narratives.”

🇺🇸🇩🇪🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿: America German England

🔵⚪️🟡: Blue, White, Yellow

🔵 Blue: ❄️🐟♿️🧢🪣 America

⚪️ White: 🦷🦴🐁🥼☠️ Germany

🟡 Yellow: 🍋🧀🌽⚠️🔕 England

🦠🐀🐖🐗🐄🐹🦆🐓🦢🦉🦟🦈🐬🐋🦠

List of white genocide primary catalysts

Summarized at “Goose”

illegal public genocides

“Goose Factory Resets”

“Goosebumps”

Bar Code Fist Pumps

Fat Plums, Stupid Bums

Cash Dumps, Breast Lumps

In Test Ten Tin

Silver Surf Ring Shoe Laces Speed Death Races Tin Foil Foul Goose Eggs 🪺

PodCast Post Cast Radio Radiation Cancer 📻

Micro Mouse 🐭 Rat Pellets

💊 Pill Pro Gram Bread 🍞 🥖 Basket 🧺

Bastard Kits, Sea 🌊 Turd 💩 Raft

Turtle 🐢 Dove 🕊️

Blended in a micro cow patty pie shit glove

🧤 🐮 💩 🥧

quadruple bypass

Quadruple Bypass Fire Hydrant 🧯💦

Circle ⭕️ Jerk Key 🔑

Sir Alpha Eat Old Goose Egg Shit

Alpha Troy 🥴🤮

Alpha Office Pet Desk Toy

Alpha white Roman 🍆🥀

Alpha Flat Tire 🧦🛞

Alpha Stupid Ass False Superiority

🚽 Racist toliet agendas

🚽 Prejudice toilet agendas

🚽 The Holy White Throne

The Toliet Commode

“White Racists WHITE ONLY World Agendas”

Ro MAN MANIA, 🤑🤑🤑🤑🥀🥀🥀🥀

RoMANIA and “JEW NET”

Romeo & Juliet

FACTORY: SENDING WAR RAFTS.

FACTORY: SENDING WAR SUB DRAFTS

🏭 GOOSE “FACTORY” RESET POX “RAFT”

🔂 GENOCIDE MICRO MEMORY BLEACH

🔂 BAKING SODA

🔂 TALCUM POWDER

🔂 PAC SEAL PARTICLE POWDER COMPANY

🔂 MICRO RED ROCKET CAR POX GAS PODS

🔂 MICRO SNOW GLOBE CRYSTAL BALLS

🔂 CAP HAY HAT TEA POTS SILVER SERVICE

🔂 SHAMPOO FOAM HEAD DOME G-KNOWN

🔂 MICRO VACCINE LIQUID METAL ICE

🔂 SHOWER, SHOW ROOM, SHOPPERS

🔂 COTTON PATCH HEAD MOP, EYE ASSAULT

“White Genocide Commonalities”

“GOOSE” summary

Current status, “world repeats blame about everything, until only white supremacy gimps, limps, and simps, everyone, except themselves

“Public Norms” stolen to saying NORTH WALL

“Public Ease” stolen to saying EAST WALL

Easygoing normal life!

Long as your white :) wink wink,

“screw a pink winky, and talk about Temple Wish”

“Holy Temples”

“Brain Temples”

Lovely white antics, LOVELY respects for privacy

LOVELY honors!

Absolutely ADORABLE “ace race” lol

whatever!

Say, NO THANKS GOOSE SHIT :)

Say, NO THANKS WHITE SHIT :)

Nothing else to say! Keep Healthy!

If anyone wants to assault you, slander you, or have you committed on medical or terrorism,

just sneeze 🤧 into white snot rags,

and dont accept “white false microphone assault programs.”

If anyone tries to insult you, or have you fight in “law bending” unlawful world practices,

than just realize, the ones doing such, ARE ONLY WHITE

or therefore of under “white influence”

or “white byproducts”

there is no other enemy in existence,

otherwise everyone does their own life

LIKE NORMAL LIFE DOES!

Zero white agendas

Zero white racism agendas

Zero white prejudice agendas

Doesn’t matter the amount of slanders.

Zero “white genocide crimes” from your own home, and your own personal space

Pray for all lives ProLife99.

and keep healthy regardless of the LOVELY assistance of the totally invisible “non existent white crimes”

Hah…. as if nobody has ever made any sense about that topic…

Anyways, REJECT “GOOSE POD CAST EGGS”

and dont accept “FACTORY RESET”

The word “Factory” is used for a covert RAFT

“Factory” “Genocide Paper Shops”

“Factory” is always ACT STORY

“Factory” is always FA FAT

“Factory” is always STOLEN FACTS STORY

“Factory” is always used by “white agenda” to send “REBOOT DRAFT WAR RAFTS”

FAT FAT :) Draft Raft

Fat Fat :) “Pleffa” “Plead for FFA”

“plead for FAT”

“plead for FA POOP FA”

“plead for a SHIT STAMP ON UR FOREHEAD”

“PLEAD TO BE SHOT BY HEBREW ROMAN DADDY”

“Pleffa Plethera Pet Fuck BEAR RUGS, Office Buddy BEAR HUGS.”

Awwww such a lovely white world retainer lol

Such an honor to be apart of ALL this worth!

Sooooo much honorable wealth!!

wow!! TONS OF MONEY!!

wow!!! SO MUCH AMAZING LIFE!

Lol white people… please quit ur jobs!

Give back the public positions to NON SECRET SADISTIC leaders please :)

Kk thanks!

[end-lyrics]

Senorita Lyrics in Hindi - Tony Kakkar

Senorita Lyrics Hindi - Tony Kakkar, Young Desi

Senorita lyrics in Hindi. it is the latest Hindi song lyrics. The Senorita song is sung by Tony Kakkar and Young Desi. The music composer for the Senorita song is Tony Kakkar.

Senorita Lyrics in Hindi – Tony Kakkar

बेह जा मेरे कोल तू तैनू घुट घुट जफियां पावां दिल ते जोर जवानी दा किवें कल्लेया घुज़ा��न रातां मैं मुंडा शैतान तेरा कच दा सामान जदों राती दर्शन कित्ता सेनोरिटा ओ ओ ओ सेनोरिटा सेनोरिटा ओ ओ ओ सेनोरिटा सेनोरिटा ओ ओ ओ सेनोरिटा सेनोरिटा ओ हो सेनोरिटा राती चार बजे उठेया मैं ओन किट्टी बट्टी गेंद बल्ला छोड़ी चिका छेह छक्का छत्ती खोलेया मैं स्नैपचैट कहंदी मैनु तेरी मेरी कट्टी लो जी महदी महदी चाल खिड़की बाहर खोल के मैं वायर लॉक मोटरसाइकिल कित्ता स्टार्ट फट फट चले मेरी मोटरसाइकिल मोटरसाइकिल मारी चीकें 2+2 नाले उंडर रूट साइन थीटा मामा सिता सेनोरिटा कुड़िये नी दस्सन तैनू तेरे बगैर की नई कित्ता ए एक दूनी दूनी दो दूनी चार तैनू दस्सेया मैनु किन्नी वार सारे मल्लेदार थाणेदार तेरे पीछे आ बाज़ार मेरा मीटर शॉर्ट कुंगफू शोटोकान जैकी चान वैन दा वैन दम्मे जॉन सीना अंडरटेकर रोल्स रॉयस बेंज़ ऐ की कई जाना, यह समझ में नहीं आता आहा आहा। दो दिन की जवानी जवानी के मजे लो जवानी खेलने की चीज़ खेलो रानी खेलो लंबी लंबी रातें बताओ कैसे काटें तूने होठों से पिलाना कैसे सीखा सेनोरिटा ओ ओ ओ सेनोरिटा सेनोरिटा ओ ओ ओ सेनोरिटा सेनोरिटा ओ ओ ओ सेनोरिटा सेनोरिटा ओ हो सेनोरिटा आहा आहा आहा आहा आहा आहा आहा आहा

Senorita Lyrics in English

Beh ja mere kol tu Tainu ghutt ghutt jaffiyan paawan Dil te zor jawani da Kivein kalleya ghuzaran raatan Main munda shitaan Tera kach da samaan Jadon raati darshan kitta Senorita oh oh oh senorita Senorita oh oh oh senorita Senorita oh oh oh senorita Senorita oh ho senorita Raati chaar baje utheya Main on kitti batti Gend balla chhodi chika Chheh chhakka chhatti Kholeya main Snapchat Kehndi mainu teri meri katti Lo ji mahdi mahdi chaal khidki bahar Khol ke main wire lock Motorcycle kitta start Phat phat chale meri motorcycle Motorcycle maari cheekan 2+2 Naale under root sign theta Mama cita Senorita kudiye ni Dassan tainu tere bagair ki nai kitta ae Ek dooni dooni do dooni char Tainu dasseya main kinni vaar Saare malledar thanedar Tere peechhe aa bazaar Mera meter short Kungfu shotokan Jackie Chan Van Damme John Cena Undertaker Rolls Royce Benz ey Ki kai jaana this doesn’t make any sense Aha aha Do din ki jawani Jawani ke maze lo Jawani khelne ki cheez Khelo rani khelo Lambi lambi ratein batao kaise kaatein Toone hothon se pilana kaise seekha Senorita oh oh oh senorita Senorita oh oh oh senorita Senorita oh oh oh senorita Senorita oh ho senorita Aha aha aha aha Aha aha aha aha SingerTony Kakkar, Young DesiComposerTony KakkarMusicTony KakkarSong WriterTony Kakkar, Young Desi

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[silver-athena]

Ex-Wives Ex-Robins

Fired (Dick)

Murdered (Jason)

Moved on (Tim)

Fired (Steph)

Murdered (Damian)

Still on (Jarro)

We're fired, murdered, live!

[...]

Everybody knows that we used to be six Robins

But now we're ex-Robins

Gotham, make some noise!

All you ever hear and read about

Is our dad and the way it ended

But a pair doesn't beat a royal flush

You're gonna find out how we got un-adopted

Tonight we're gonna do ourselves justice (ha!)

[...]

Fired

My name's Nightwing, the first Robin

Was with him a whole ten years, I'm a paragon

Of heroing, my loyalty is to the citizens

So if you try to fire me

You won't try that again

Murdered

I'm that Red Hood guy

And I'm up next

See, I almost made him break his rule

Yeah, I'm that important

Why did I get blown up?

Well, my shorts may be green

But the Joker made them red!

Moved on

The third Robin, the only one he never chose

Untrue!

When his son was newly dead, I arrived

But I'm not what I seem

Or am I?

Stick around, and you'll suddenly see more

Fired

Spoiler! I'm the fourth Robin.

Ja

When he saw me fighting he was like

Ja!

But I couldn't follow rules as well as Dick

Funny how we all discuss that, but never Batty's little

Prick up your ears, I'm the Robin who is blood-related

Murdered

Cause of his promiscuity outside of wed

Lock up your pets, and lock up your swords

D Robin is here, and the fun's begun

Still on!

Five down, I'm the final Robin

I'm always with him till the end of his life

I am the starfish, Jarro the great

I bet you wanna know how I got this far

I said, I bet you wanna know how I got this far

Do you wanna know how we got this far?

Thought:

Six the Musical but instead of Henry’s ex-wives, it’s Batman’s six Robins

[gay-ass-hell]

Mujhe banda dhoondke de

bhaiii applications are open koi banda ise pasand karta ho to bata do jaldi

[gaiuswrites]

beautiful person award!!! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. 💕

[kyberphilosopher]

Hiss

[Part ii. of Bite] Jason’s been resurrected, only to find he’s been replaced as Robin. Luckily, an old enemy of the Batman has the attributes to help. Word Count: 6465

Warning[s]: guns, crime, language, crude humor, Mitski, non vegetarian reader, age gap, glorified taskmaster ally. Following part i the readers official gender is not disclosed. 

“Uh, Jason? We might wanna let god fix it, because if we fix it, we’re going to jail.”

☈ - ✮ ✭ ✮

Six months. That’s how long it took for Jason to die. Six. Whole. Months. In an abandoned warehouse, in some foreign country that he couldn’t even remember. He’d been fifteen, small for his age but fifteen nonetheless, when that clown had beat him. And what had Batman done? Nothing. He’d let him sit in that warehouse, in that foreign country, with that clown at age fifteen- for six months. And he had done nothing.

Not that it really matters now. It had, at one point, to Jason. He’s in denial that it still does. But to Batman? Oh, it never mattered at all. How long had it taken Bruce to replace his son? A week? A month? No, it had been six months. Barely. And the clown? He was safe and sound, very much alive and loose as he usually was. Batman had put him in Arkham, after a while, but of course it hadn’t lasted for very long. Jason’s death? That was permanent. At least until there was a new and improved and very much replaced Jason running with Batman, six months later. That was permanent too.

So one can imagine the confusion you felt when you opened the door to find a very much alive ex-Robin on your apartment doorstep. 

201 Arkham Street, apartment 317 Gotham City, Gotham County, New Jersey

That’s the address given to him by the Riddler. Putting him in Arkham seemed to be one thing that the Batman had got done during Jason’s little time away. Clearly it had ended up well enough for at least one person. Jason hadn’t even needed to threaten the Riddler out of riddling. In less than ten minutes, Edward Nygma had revealed the Mockingbird’s address, who they like and don’t like, what their suit was made of, and finally their name. Batman had always assumed Riddler and Mockingbird were best friends, birds of a feather with all the times the they’d seemed to make some kind of appearance by the others side. Some friend Riddler was now. 

Jason had snuck into the Batcave recently, and while going through files, decided to take a glimpse into Mockingbird’s just for the sake of curiosity. He wasn’t expecting much. When he was fifteen, it had been near empty. But sure enough, the file had been expanded upon relatively greatly in the past- what? Four years? That sounded right. But one thing that hadn’t changed was your seemingly long standing friendship with Edward Nygma, the Riddler. Still, so much for it. 

Batman had seemingly made a note of allies of theirs, then crossed out multiple names. Poison Ivy, Bane, Deadshot- and yes- the Riddler, stayed. Scarecrow, Black Mask, and Catwoman were all shockingly crossed out. Jason hadn’t expected the last one. Below the allies were the list of crimes. That had changed too. They’d gotten more violent towards the end of the list, straying away from the Mockingbird that the ex-Robin had known. Mockingbird had picked a fight with Dick’s Nightwing enough times for Batman to make a note of too. Before Jason could get to the new pictures of Mockingbird, he quickly closed the file. Didn’t need to see anymore. 

So based on what he had gathered, you should’ve looked different. He’d memorized your face when he was fifteen. Was expecting it to have changed compared to then. But when you open the door and Jason’s face to face with you, Mockingbird, it’s like the first time. Only your eyebrows have gotten slightly darker, and your eyes have rung with dark circles. 

✮ ✭ ✮

The same can’t be said for Jason Todd, however, who you let into your apartment rather quickly. 

You’d done your research on him, too, but only after you’d heard about his death. A death which was confirmed. After locking the door and beginning to turn around, he answers the question before you can ask. 

“Superboy and Lazarus Pits.”

“Ah,” you respond, crossing your arms. The man stands tall in your living room, though it’s not forced. You’ve got no idea what a Lazarus Pit is, but it seems to have changed the Robin you knew before. He was scrawny before. He puffed his chest out before. He had something to prove before. Now his broad shoulders make him look bigger naturally. He could reach up and touch your ceiling with no effort. His face and jaw are masculine and strong, eyes bright green and blue and cyan like you remember. That’s how you know it’s Jason Todd.

“It’s because of the power struggle, isn’t it?” says Harley beside you as you both look over the side of the roof, her flat on her belly and you crouched on the ledge in watch. 

“Hm?” you’d tossed back through your voice changer, not even looking away from the busy street below. 

“Jay killed the Robin,” Harley chirps. “You know- Batman’s little boyfriend? In the shorts and the tights with the flips and the kicks? Oh, that kid went bing, bang, boom. Jay’s been real pumped about it.”

This had made you turn to Harley Quinn. You looked at her over your shoulder, still in position. Though you hadn’t thought about it at the time, it was a good thing she couldn’t see through your mask right about now. 

“The kid?” you say at last. 

“Yeah! Jason Todd! Ya’ know him?”

Harley doesn’t look at you, bubbly as ever in her own world. But you watch her for a moment. Then you turn back around to the direction of the street. “No.”

“Well I’m sayin I bet that’s why there’s so much crime goin’ on now. Old Batty’s got it...”

“I heard,” you tell Jason, before he can go into further detail. He nods once in understanding, in line with a breath, and then looks around the room. Your apartment is small, seemingly in decay, and looks like a shithole. Just like the rest of the building. 

“Mockingbird, I presume,” he offers finally. “Y/N L/N was it?”

You nod once, holding your gaze at the ground in thought before taking a step toward your kitchen. It’s close by to the living room. So close, in fact, that your island counter practically touches the back of your couch. “Robin,” you greet in turn. 

“My name’s Ja-”

“I know what your name is.”

Just then a sprinkle of dust falls from your ceiling, mixing with dirt and shit and pollen. “Nice place,” Jason condescends. 

“I’m sorry,” you put your hands on your counter as you lean in to look at him. “Weren’t you under the ground not too long ago?”

“Weren’t you in jail not too long ago?”

“I never went to jail.”

“But your buddy Ed did didn’t he?”

Your eyebrows crease, and Jason notices you lean forward a fraction of an inch more. He got to you. “How do you know about Edward?”

Jason Todd gives a small smile. His right hand reaches up until it’s poking the side of his head a few times. “Bat knowledge.”

You frown tightly. “Don’t do that. I didn’t like that.”

“You like beating up Dick Grayson?”

You shift. “Yeah. I did.”

“And Catwoman? Huh?”

“Yeah,” you say a little louder. “I did. What wonder boy? You wanna see the scar to prove it?”

“Okay,” Jason huffs. He closes his eyes, his jaw clenching, and then he speaks softer to control himself. “Okay. I’m not Boy Wonder anymore, or wonder boy. Don’t call me that.”

You look him up and down. His eyes, his jaw, his brows. The Robin you knew those years ago. He’d been beaten and blown up. He must’ve cried for help. 

“Okay,” you say, equally as soft. “But just for the record, I haven’t been the Mockingbird for years. Can’t really call me that either.”

“Why not?” Jason Todd questions, turning around so his back faces you while he observes your apartment. You can see his muscles through his shirt. 

Because you were just a kid. Because I liked you. Because you didn’t deserve it. Because Batman didn’t help. Because you were replaced. Because most of my friends laughed it off. Because I couldn’t go after Joker myself. Because I got angry. 

“Just grew out of it,” you shrug instead, turning around. You open your dirty fridge and pull out a bottle of lemonade and two glasses. “What are you doing here, Jason?” you say as you pour the drink, your back now turned to him. 

“I need your help.”

“Whatever with?”

“I’m thinking of getting a little...” Jason’s voice goes low into something like a masculine purr, “...revenge on Batman.”

“You came back from the dead,” you turn around with two glasses of lemonade, “to get revenge on the Batman? That’s your great plan?”

“No,” Jason says simply. He’s since turned around so he’s facing you. “Screwing with the Batman is just a piece of the fun. He’s nothing.”

Jason accepts the glass that you hand to him. You sit down on your couch in front of his figure. That simple motion is enough to bring out some more dust from your walls. “So what’s the revenge?” you take a sip of the sweet, gritty liquid. It coats your teeth strangely in seconds. 

“New Robin. Ever heard of Tim Drake?”

You stop your sip, looking up at the big, broad Jason. You can already tell where this is going. “Uh, Jason? We might wanna let god fix it, because if we fix it, we’re going to jail.”

His brows shoot up. “You hit me in the face with a pipe.”

“I didn’t hit you. You walked into my swing. But you wanna go after the kid, Jason? Really?”

“Yeah.” He crosses his arms so his forearms flex. 

“Tim Drake?”

“Yeah.”

You roll your eyes in thought. On one hand, you hadn’t been Mockingbird for years. You stopped when you were eighteen, and you’re twenty one now. Not that it’s helped you very much. You’re still struggling in a shithole, broke and unhappy and no longer able to afford school. And Tim Drake hasn’t really done anything wrong. But on the other hand, Batman is a dick, and you really stopped liking him after what happened to the former Robin. You’d wanted to go after him and the Joker for it, but you’re not far enough in the Gotham food chain for that. Trading swings with Selina was as close as you got. 

“Alright.” You stand. You’re not even close to Jason’s height. “Lay out the deal. You got a suit?”

✮ ✭ ✮

And that’s how you and Jason Todd ended up on a roof that night. You, at the crisp age of twenty one, and he at what you suppose is his version of nineteen. Still working on wrapping your head around that one. 

You’ve pulled out your Mockingbird suit from under the bed. It was a bit dusty, but not hard to slip into. Everything seems in place. It’s just old. Your voice scrambler is still working okay and all the eyes light up efficiently. Jason’s got a suit too. 

“I don’t,” Jason answers, his face suspicious. His eyes are twinkling as he looks down at you. It’s so hard to believe he’s just a boy- or was, last you saw him. 

“Don’t worry,” you tell him. “I got you.”

You lead Jason to your room, into your closet, and into a space even farther back where an illuminated glass case the size of several yard sticks stands. It must cost more than your whole apartment. Inside of it is a metal suit like a military uniform, similar to Bruce’s Batsuit but with an Arkham emblem over the chest. 

“Call it the Arkham Knight. You like it?”

“Where did you get this?” Jason steps forward, raking his eyes up and down the design. Bruce would hate it. 

“I stole it from the Batcave.”

“The whole display case?” Jason snaps to you. Then his brows shoot up and he takes a step closer. “How do you know where the Batcave is?”

“How did you know where my apartment is? And yes, I took the whole case. It was just sitting there.”

Jason turns back around to the suit. It’s growing on him. He admires it. It’s perfect. The Arkham symbol will put the Batman into a state of despair. “Hard to believe you and Selina aren’t friends anymore.”

“We never were,” you mutter back. It’s really not his business that you ended so many partnerships because of his death.

“You’re sure this is the place?” you question. It sends Jason into a state of euphoria, hearing the distorted villainy of your voice again. It feels like the first time too, just like when he saw your face again. It feels how it did when he was fifteen and infatuated with the Mockingbird. It’s almost dizzying. It’s just strange to hear it knowing that now you’re on the same side. 

“Yeah,” he answers through his helmet. His voice is distorted too. “This is the place.”

You’re overlooking a Gotham street at night, something you’ve both discovered vigilantes, heroes, and villains do a lot of. Smoke fills the air along with police sirens and building lights. You’re positioned in one of the outer districts though, away from most of the commotion. 

“I can’t remember the last time I was here,” you say, half to yourself. 

“I can,” Jason says back. “When I ran with Batman. Last year. I was fifteen.” Jason's voice drops. “Or was I...”

You frown behind your own mask. Of course. Jason died four years ago, and he was fifteen when that happened. He came back- you’re not sure when- older and stronger and behind on the changes of the world. He must not know about social media, or the latest television crazes, or the new roads in Gotham. It makes you sad. 

All Jason sees when he meets your eyes through his visor is several red slanted lines. You’re both unreadable through your helmets. 

“There’s a good restaurant down on this corner,” you both turn back to the street, crouching in wait. “Maybe B-Man likes it.”

“He never eats,” says the ex-Robin. “Never sleeps. Never does anything.”

“You know he broke my buddy Scarecrow’s bones last Halloween?” you scoff. “Literally for not knowing where Black Mask is. Your old boss is weird as hell.”

Jason cocks an eyebrow you can’t see. “Thought you weren’t friends with Scarecrow anymore?”

“Anymore? B-Man keeping tabs on me?”

“He keeps tabs on everyone,” Jason shakes his head. “You’re just a file.”

“Hm,” he hears you say. Contemplate, more like. You speak again after a moment of silence. “Well Scarecrow and me are fine, thank you for asking.”

Jason scoffs. “He your boyfriend or something?”

“My boyfriend’s over in Metropolis.”

Oh. 

“How’s your girl?” Your head snaps to Jason at once, hands twitching around. “Or guy.”

He tosses a look to you that you can’t see, but you can guess at. Somewhere between ‘what the hell’ and ‘why the hell’ and an eye roll with furrowed brows. 

“Come on. Rose Wilson seems your type. Ooh, Artemis?” You suddenly nudge his arm with your elbow. “Batgirl? Is it Dick?”

Another look is thrown your way. This time it feels more angry. “Whatever, Robin,” you offer lightly. 

It dawns on you that perhaps Jason has never had a partner before. That seems more likely, especially after thinking about his situation, and suddenly you feel bad. It’s too late to vocalize an apology now though.

“Fine,” you say at last. “Let’s just stop talking.”

“Let’s do.”

✮ ✭ ✮

It starts raining not long after that. 

The drops bounce off your suits harmlessly. There’s still no sign of this Tim Drake and Batman. 

“Hey,” you break the silence. “Has anyone ever told you you look exactly like a statue?”

“Must be a resurrection thing.”

“Yep.”

The rain falls harsher.

“So,” Jason begins. “I have to ask. How do you do the- the…” he spins his pointer fingers around rapidly.

“What the fuck are you doing? What is that? No- what is that right there?”

“The thing that you do.”

“I’ve never done that in my life, Jason. What is that? Finger jiu jitsu?”

You hear Jason suck in a breath as he turns away. “You think you’re so funny.”

“You asked me for help. And between the two of us- who has died here? Not me. I’m hilarious.”

“Oh,” he scoffs. “So hilarious.”

“You seemed to think so. When…” your voice trails off. You almost wanted to mention that night in the warehouse to him. A memory of him looking up at you, his hands bound behind his back as he stares in wonder flashes in your mind. But it doesn’t linger for long. Movement in the street catches your eye. “Jason.”

Both your heads snap down to the place below. Sure enough, after a few seconds, a figure steps into view of the moonlight. A skinny kid with dark hair and a bright red and yellow costume. He looks younger than Dick or Jason.

“That’s him,” your partner says. He reaches behind his back and pulls out a long rod. It unfolds with a click that you recognize- the click of a gun.

“What?” you furrow your brows. “Woah- what?”

“I’m gonna shoot him,” Jason tells you casually, fiddling around with the weapon. It’s coming into shape more and more as a sniper rifle.

“That is a child,” you whisper hiss. “He’s like ten!”

“I don’t think he’s ten,” Jason puts his eye over the scope. “This is revenge.”

“Please, do not shoot a child for replacing you in your job of tightie whities vigilante.”

Jason huffs through his mask and looks over at you. “What did you think this was, bird?”

“I thought we were just like, gonna kick him in the balls or something! This is exactly what I meant by ‘we are going to jail’! I told you we should’ve let god fix it!”

“He’ll be fine.”

You knock the rifle out of the Arkham Knights hands with a bang. It clambers across the roof top until it’s nearly over the edge, half on half off.

Jason and you go down at once, shoulder to shoulder in a tackle. Thunder booms overhead. Through his visor, Jason sees you raise a white, gauntleted fist back in a punch, aimed right for his face. Luckily, he manages to catch you by the torso and neck and throw you off.

When he pushes himself to his knee and foot in a kneel, he looks up to find an exact replica of himself. Not literally, of course, but looking at you is like looking into a mirror. Your hand is placed on the rooftop the same way his is. Your knees are bent at the exact same angle as his own. When Jason cocks his head to the side slowly, yours follows him at the same time. So this is what it means to fight the Mockingbird.

He decides to reach for the gun at the side of his leg. He manages to fire once- and miss- a bang going off that he’ll be lucky Drake doesn’t hear over the storm. You knock the gun out of his hands easily, dodging a punch to the stomach before countering with one of your own to his face. It hits the exact same way Jason’s do. He sees your knuckles coming closer to him and almost thinks they’re his own.

Next idea is toss you off the building. Key word: you. Not him.

Jason grips the back of your head through your hood, reaching around. He carries you with him while he stands, tensing his abs as he feels you hammer your elbow away at them. It’s the knee to his crotch that makes him let go and let out a strangled groan.

But before anything else can happen, you spring forward at him in a pounce. Your palms latch onto his shoulders. His feet disconnect from the surface of the roof and the both of you go backwards until neither one of you are on the building at all, over the side.

Jason gets tangled in the emergency stair well. His metal suit clangs against it as he falls and tumbles down, either causing or saving some head injuries. You hit your back on an old street light before landing in a trash bin.

This is it, you manage to think to yourself. Lying in a garbage bin in Gotham at night. And in the rain. This is rock bottom.

I am going to kill everyone on the block for this, thinks Jason.

✮ ✭ ✮

You do eventually get up and remove yourself from the garbage bin. Jason sits at the bottom of the stairs, watching you. You do not exchange words. He does, however, follow you down the street as you essentially stomp.

“Ma’am,” he offers quietly to a gawking older woman.

You enter a small restaurant. More of a diner, really. The door jingles as it opens, and Jason watches you walk to the side until you find a table by the window. You sit down with a huff, tapping one of your helmets red eyes. He shuffles into the space ahead of you, nearly skirting the table across the floor with the bulk of his own muscle and suit. He can feel your judgy eyes on him as he clambers into the seat like a large, run down father.

“Hi there,” a chirpy waitress bounds. She’s a large, redheaded woman in a bright yellow uniform and a hat with a spring connected to a plastic burger on top. It is ridiculous, funny, and you are sadly not in the mood. “My, aren’t you two some interesting looking people! We don’t get a lot of men of metal around here!”

You both look at her silently, masks on but hatred seeping through boredly.

“What can I get you tonight?”

“A gun,” you drawl tiredly, rubbing your palms over your mask.

“We’re not sellin’ those right now, my dear. Something else?”

“Two cheeseburgers would be fine,” Jason speaks up for you.

“Two burgers,” the waitress repeats with a smile, writing it down in her burger notepad. Her cheeks are rosy as she beams happily. “And should I be expecting Superman?”

“Die,” you snap to her, watching her hurry off to the kitchen. Then you put your head down in your folded arms on the table.

Jason glanced around. It’s empty except for the two of you and some dumpy guy in a trucker hat with wide eyes. “What’re you staring at?” Jason all but barks. Normally, he tries to make himself as unnoticeable as possible in public. Not very confident or secure, it seems. But now he’s tired. He just fell down about a million floors worth of metal stairs. It’s late and he lost two of his guns.

“What?” you raise your head, also looking at the trucker hat man. “You’ve never seen two people in superhero suits before?”

“Beat it,” Jason orders.

The man is quick to stand and speed walk away. Still you egg on, “get out of here, bozo!”

“What a fuckin’ prick,” Jason grumbles as he watches the man trip down the street through his view from the window, the door still ringing to signal it’s been opened.

“Yeah,” you agree tiredly.

Your nimble fingers reach up and back to push your white hood from your head. Then they click against the sides of your face and pull the helmet away, revealing your face. You inhale as if you couldn’t get enough air before. Jason watches you, still as a statue, his visor giving him the luxury of being able to monitor your breathing.

“Now what?” you gripe, rubbing your eyes. It can’t be comfortable with all the armor on your hands, but you don’t seem bothered. You must’ve gotten used to it by now.

The Arkham Knight ahead of you only cocks his head to the side slightly. Silent with his helmet. “I’ll help you punch Tim but that’s as far as I’ll go.”

“Why are you defending this kid?” you hear Jason breathe in return. For a split second, electricity runs through you at the sound of his distorted voice, the way his body looks in his suit of armor and how unreadable he is through the helmet. It shocks you all the the way down to your crotch.

“You know,” you begin, eyes widening and voice quieting with a sudden nervousness. “He’s just a kid. Younger than you were.”

Jason scoffs and turns his head away from you, now looking out the window. Gotham is dark and damp outside. “Bullshit,” he scoffs. Then after a few seconds and continues. “Tim Drake and I are the same age.” His head pulls back slightly, fingers giving a strange, sudden twitch. “Or were. We’re-”

You’ll never know what Tim Drake and Jason Todd were. Jason never finishes his sentence, and only his suit flashes with little codes and details to let you know he’s still alive in there. Besides that, he’s as still, lost in sudden thought. You frown and lean in a bit, tapping your elbow with your fingers while you shift uncomfortably. “You’re nineteen, Jason.”

His head twitches again. Now you know he’s heard you. “I’m two years older than you,” you reason. “You’re nineteen.”

He’s quiet for a moment. “Why did you let me go?”

Your eyebrows scrunch and unscrunch. Another wave of electricity shocks down your body, but this time it’s because his voice sounded more like his own. You could hear it under the layers of metal and distortion. But option one is to respond to his question by pretending you don’t know what he’s talking about. That seems like it’s for the best.

“You were just a kid,” you tell him honestly. He silently presses you on. “And I just- I looked at you and I…” I really liked you, kid. Best night I had in years. Made me smile. God, you had to stop working with so many other Gotham city villains just for making jokes about the kid. “You were fifteen,” you say, looking away. “Just a kid.”

Jason watches you. Again, your head turns so you look out the window. He would’ve expected that to be the end of it, but you continue. “Why didn’t you turn me in?”

Jason’s about to pretend to not know what you’re talking about, because it seems like it’s for the best that way. But then he remembers you can’t see anything through his helmet. “What’re you talking about?” he gruffs.

“You saw my face in that warehouse,” you press. “If you had told Batman, I would’ve been to jail. Maybe Arkham. But that never happened. So why didn’t you tell him?”

I was obsessed with you, Jason’s mind screams. In love with you! It hisses, which makes Jason cringe. “Guess you were a kid too.” That’s right. You were seventeen back then. What is that? Last year of high school? You balanced a criminal career and the required education for a minor at the same time. Where were your parents during this?

Jason bites down on his lip hard. Parents. Should shut up about that, probably.

“I’m uh,” you bite your lip and then lick it. “I’m sorry for pushing you. On the roof.”

He shifts. “It’s nothing.”

You turn back to the window. Your arms uncross from atop the table and go to rest in your lap. This close and this still, Jason can make out all the details in your suit. It’s impressive. Kevlar and rubber and plastic, the Riddler had told him. Not the gloves. That’s metal and plastic. 

“So,” Jason decides. “How do you that?” Your brows crease in confusion. He tries to do the finger motions he’d down before, which makes you cringe. “The mirroring. And the fighting and the…” he goes through the motions again. “It in your helmet?”

Your confusion sinks away. A new expression washes over your face as you lean in. One finger reaches up, poking your temple and you smile softly. “Bat knowledge.”

Just then, the waitress saves the day. “Two cheeseburgers for the scary suit people!” she beams, setting the plates down. For a second, her breasts are pressed into each of your faces. Jason first, who does not move and you can’t see under the helmet. You bite back a snicker but instead seep a childish look. Then you’re next, and you can feel Jason’s silent laugh under his Arkham Knight suit as your eyes go wide. “Enjoy, dears!”

“Boobs,” you shiver. “Just got boobs in my face.” And then Jason watches you carefully pick up the burger in your dangerous gloves, and take a bite.

Indeed, for the first time that night, the man in front of you reaches up and pulls off his own helmet with a click. You watch it be taken into his large, veiny hands and passed to the edge of the table, against the wall of the window. Then your eyes wander up to his face, which makes you chew slower.

A strong face. Sharp jaw, perfectly in line nose. Lips always pulled into a scowl. Bright eyes with tired circles and scars across his skin. There’s a streak of white in his dark hair you hadn’t noticed at all before, though now it’s practically blaring you in the face. Jason Todd is very handsome. 

“What?” he says behind his burger, raising it to his lips but freezing before he can bite into it.

You shrug and focus again on your burger. You hear Jason bite into his own.

“I don’t have any money,” you tell him after a moment, swallowing down a bite.

“Me neither,” Jason answers. He nudges his head towards the window. “There’s an ATM across the street.” You nod in response.

A few bites in you speak again. The minutes have been filled with the noises of chewing and swallowing and yummy meat and cheese. “You ever heard of Mitski?”

Jason swallows his bite, which are bigger than yours. “What?”

“Mitski,” you repeat. “The singer?” Jason shakes his head. “You seem like you’d like her. My boyfriend hates her.”

Jason’s brows twitch.

“Why aren’t you with him?” he questions, taking another bite.

You roll your eyes. “Too expensive. He’s-”

“But he lives there.”

“He just didn’t offer,” you shrug. “I don’t have the money anyway. It’s fine.”

Jason cocks a brow. Your own boyfriend didn’t offer to get you out of this shithole?

You roll your eyes. “We haven’t talked in a long time okay? He’s busy. I’m busy.”

Both of Jason’s brows raise now, almost playfully. “Busy with what?”

You’d be offended if you weren’t busy trying to answer. What were you busy with? After you graduated, money went dry with university. It became less frequent after retiring from the Mockingbird mantle. Most of your jobs were minimum wage and short lived. You’re a bartender now, but not somewhere that’ll keep you going probably. Most days you sit around the apartment or run errands, sometimes hosting Ivy. Last time she’d been over, she’d given you a plant that had quickly died and spoke about Harley quite a bit. And Riddler obviously doesn’t come over anymore. Scarecrow had once but he’s off doing god only knows now. 

“Shut up,” you hiss. “What are you busy with?”

“Controlling crime in Gotham,” Jason takes a bite.

“How’s that working out for you?”

“Well.”

“You know you didn’t have to ask me to do this,” you say. “You could’ve just asked someone else. There’s a lot of people in Gotham okay with child killing.”

“I wanted you,” Jason explains. He’s quick to speak again to keep you from thinking about his words. “You were the first person I thought of.”

You’re nearing the end of your burger. “How did you find me?”

Jason shrugs mid-chew. He’s almost done as well. “Riddler.”

“Gave me away that easy?”

“Yep.”

You chew your last bite. It was a good and hearty burger, the cheese melting perfectly against the patty and your tongue.

“You want anything else?” Jason asks.

You watch the street outside, eyes squinting on the ATM. “Jason,” you mutter. “Jason.”

✮ ✭ ✮

Three men snicker as they load up dark blue duffel bags. They’re slimey and smelly, like an old sewer. Money falls from the machine like a waterfall.

Their success doesn’t last long.

One of them comes in contact with the Mockingbird’s elbow and slams his head into a brick building. The other two are just inexplicably on the ground, incapacitated while the Arkham Knight stands overhead.

“Fuck,” you breathe through your helmet. “I missed this.”

Jason’s just picked up the duffel bag when the sudden sound of sirens blare through the air. It’s close. Too close.

“Well that’s no good,” you mutter. You turn to Jason, taking a sharp step forward. “Give it to me.”

His brows furrow under the mask.

“I’ll pay the waitress,” you say. “You run.”

Jason reaches behind his belt and shifts the weight of the bag into one hand. A gun appears- a small handgun. You duck down as he raises it at you, holding your head down as the BANG! rings through the air.

You stand back to your feet, bracing yourself at the sudden sight. The Arkham Knight charges you, but only to pick you up like you’re nothing and jump through the glass window he previously shot at. The adrenaline makes things hazy, but you can see the blue and red lights now. It doesn’t matter. The two of you fly across what turns out to be a pawn shop, burst through the back door and back room until you hit the cold outside air of Gotham again. Multiple doors slam shut behind you. You’re both out of breath and panting, and it’s raining again. This time in an alleyway.

But the cops won’t follow you out here.

It’s quiet besides the panting from you two. Jason has more endurance, you’re sure, but you can hear his breathing inside his helmet. He lets the duffel bag slip out of his grasp as you double over. “I did miss that,” you offer. “Running from the police.” The Arkham Knight just continues his breathing.

“Thank you,” you tell him.

✮ ✭ ✮

Two days after the incident, you enter your apartment lazily. Your keys are tossed onto the island counter before you wander through your mail. One of your letters is from Ed in Arkham, warning you about “some big guy asking about you”. A bit late for that now. You haven’t heard from Jason since that night.

It isn’t until you go to sit on your couch that you notice a large, nearly bursting open envelope. Your fingers stretch to reach it, examining it. No return address, but written in pen in sloppy letters is the word “Bird”. Luckily, it doesn’t feel like a bomb. It feels more soft but firm.

You open the envelope. Your breathing hitches, breath slowing when you see what’s inside. Then a smirk comes over your face.

Just then, dust falls from your shitty apartment ceiling.

✮ ✭ ✮

A week after the failed Tim Drake incident, a young man decides to pay a visit to your building. He is tall and strong, with raven hair laced with a white streak at the front. He frowns at everything, ducking his head to make himself smaller and less noticeable. He cares not for being perceived by other people. He’s well aware of how he looks.

The man’s knuckles tap against apartment 317. He shifts, looking back and forth. The man is quite attractive in is casual red hoodie and jeans, but he wants to be out of the open as soon as he can. After a moment, there is no response from inside.

He scrunches his brows and knocks again. When he takes a step closer, he can hear something from the inside. Music. A piano and drums and maybe an organ?

Jason twists the door knob with ease and steps ahead and inside. The apartment is completely and totally empty. The music becomes louder and more clear. It’s a female singer he doesn’t recognize.

Only the bones of the kitchen remain. Counters, cabinets, a sink, and an old fridge. There’s mold in the corner of the space. But in the middle of the floor where the couch and living room used to be is a cluster of things. Things meant for Jason Todd. 

The man eyes the pile for a few seconds. Then he sets towards it. The first thing he recognizes is a CD player with the volume turned all the way up. He still doesn’t know the song.

Besides the player is a suit he’s quite familiar with. It’s clunky, but folded as neatly as it can be given that it’s made of metal. On the top is the helmet that gives it away. The Arkham Knight suit. It sits on a dark duffel bag in front of a small white piece of paper with the promise of ink inside. Jason decides to open that first.

You’re coming back… and it’s the end of the world…

Haha! I knew you’d show up!

Jason nearly rolls his eyes at the first sentence.

Thanks for the money. I know it was you. Thanks for the fun night too. Sorry about hitting your balls. They felt really big if that makes you feel better.

It didn’t.

I was thinking of Metropolis, but what do you know, me and the boy toy decided it might be better to hold off on it. I got a bit of dirt on the kid by the way. You’ll find it on the back of this paper. Oh and I hope you like the Mitski soundtrack. I bet Drake’s the kind too. I’m going to keep the Mockingbird suit if you don’t mind. I guess our night of fun kinda reignited an old flame. Don’t even think about coming after me.

Son of a bitch, Jason internally screams.

I have a gift for you though. You get the Arkham Knight. You look good in it. And a little something extra in the bag by the way. 

Love, Mockingbird.

I just need a quiet place… where I can scream, how I love you…

Indeed, inside the duffel bag Jason Todd finds some cash and red fabric with an R emblem over the chest. He doesn’t need to pull the rest out to understand what it is. He decides not to question how you got his old Robin suit or when, but lets himself smile a bit, his chest expanding with his breath. It’s a real smile too. 

You’ve given Jason everything he needs to go after Tim Drake himself.

✮ ✭ ✮

I hope I’ve ruined everyone’s day. You think I would let the reader and Jason be happy together? You absolute baffoon. Maybe I’ll make a part three for gits and shiggles though. I’m not sure about this one. Definitely more based around their interactions than the drama unlike the first one. It was fun though. I hit the paragraph limit. I think I did a good job with the chemistry. I do apologize for giving the reader a real set in stone age though. I don’t like to to that because I think it takes away the point of having a ‘reader’. Also if you’re vegetarian please just eat a cheeseburger it’s so good y’all are weird. Oh and fun fact I just got a Red Hood tattoo on Saturday! Look at me go!

Tagging everyone who asked for a part ii: @yunho-leeknow @fyowyn-writes @martianmilfhunter @beardedfandiplomatprofessor

[hats-all-de-hats]

Hy tink hy vince see de goot Lady Heterodyne vear a bat hat like de first pikture. Ho ja! Vas at vun ov her parties, und vun ov de Lord Consorts vas verra happy dat he finally got her to vear de black und batty dress. Vas verra nize, a goot old-fashion look.

Hy tink de glare in dat kitty's eyes iz lookink like krosp. Ho, iffen he din vant to be a clock like dat fashion clenk ov de Mistress suggesteed, he could've be a hat! Ah vell.

De rimnds me of de hats de bug-killink pipple vore too, dat iz chust de varrior-vasp heads as hats. Now dats an enemy vorth vearink as a hat! Who knows, mebbe de bat und kitty in de piktures vas verra form- uh... blegh. Shtrong. Vit poison teefs hor sometink.

Victorian taxidermy animal hats.

[oldschoolfic-ds9]

The Honeymoon’s Over

by JA Ingram, 1998

What if Garak and Bashir got together? What happens when that first glow of love wears off? After the initial shock and hoopla, after all the struggles and heartache - they'd drive one another absolutely batty. Be honest folks, would you actually want to live with either one of these guys?

Words: 4856, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: none listed

Characters: Elim Garak, Julian Bashir

Relationships: Garak/Bashir

Reader suggested tags (what are these?): none

The Honeymoon’s Over trilogy:

The Honeymoon’s Over

More From The Honeymoon’s Over

You Better Believe the Honeymoon’s Over

links (link broken? report it and try the archive.org alternative):

trekiverse / tripod

archive.org - option 1 / option 2

[bubskino]

The Batman

Kysymysmerkkiheebo piinaa Gothamia. Battis ei kauaa jaksa öögäillä sadistisia touhuja vierestä vaan puuttuu peliin. Kissanainen mouruaa kyljessä. Taustalla hikoilee rupinen pingviinimiäs.

Tönkkö pitkä paska. Kolme tuntia pelkkää hidastusta, tummia kuvia ja kuiskintaa.

2/5

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🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩🦩

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮

🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰

💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

FayFamFlowFoRIch For Rich Formation Flamingos 🦩

FayMenGos; Gay Gargoyle Garden’s

🧠 Esp

🧠 Psy

🧠 Scry

🧠 Spell

🧠 Invoke

🧠 Project

🧠 Séance

🧠 Enchant

🧠 Telepath

🧠 Summon

🧠 Divination

🧠 Clairvoyant

🗣️ Free The Free All 💕

24/777 (24/7)

411 Free Super Highway

ProLife99. VVV. live

“Nickname Internet Blood”

❤️🚂🚇: Red Health Line

⛑️🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🍒🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🍓🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🧨🚂🚇: Red Health Line

💄🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🌹🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🐙🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🐞🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🚁🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🥁🚂🚇: Red Health Line

☎️🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🧰🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🍷🚂🚇: Red Health Line

🙏🏽 Prayers & Hearts

✨ Stars & Planets

🦜 Parrot Flocks

🕷️ Spider Hives

🐝 Bee Hives

🐜 Ant Hives

🦴 Fossils

🌋 Lava

✌🏼 Victory Violins 🎻 & Irish Harps

🇮🇪 🍀 Save The Irish Welsh Celtic ☘️ 🇮🇪

🙏🏽🌎 Corey & Torey 🤲🏽🌟

🧚🏻‍♀️🧝🏽‍♂️ Elfie & Alfie 🧝🏽‍♂️🧚🏻

💚🍀 MayAnna & SueAnna 🧡🛡️

💖💪🏽 Tiffany & Trisha 🌸🌺

🤗 Hug & Honor Trees 🌳

💪🏽 Keep Strong Tools 🧰

🎶 Sing to your Keys 🔑

🌹Roses In Your Backpack 🎒

🏰 Keep Healthy Thoughts 💭

🌏 Planets & Life Schools 🏫

💁🏽 Don’t Lose to Fools 👀

Rainbow 🌈 Gothic 🖤

🌈🖤 RainVOW GOth

Straight; Gay; Bi; Trans, Lesbians

Bunnies 🐰

Bats 🦇

Black Kats 📞🐈‍⬛ 🧨 KKK 👻 gHostFoeNEss

Ladybugs 🐞

🧹🧳👙 Portfoilo Travel

🖼️💼🧳 Portfolios Travel

🥷🏼🥷🏼🥷🏼: Keep Ninjas, Nanny, Manny, Nano

🐜🐜🐜 : ANT…. ENT…. HIVE VS HIVE

🐝🐝🐝 : SAVIORISM BARBIE TREE HOUSE

🐞🐞🐞 : RESTORE HEALTHY BUSINESS

🦇🦇🦇 : Bitty Batty Cute “non Bets Binary”

🦌🦌🦌 : STAIR 👁️ SAFETY, “ANT LORES”

🦊🦊🦊 : FOX KEEN SWIFT INTEL

🐈🐈🐈 : CATS 🐈‍⬛ GENERAL WELLNESS

🍊🍊🍊 : O RUN, TAN GO JURY WELLNESS

💚🧡❤️ : Green Teal Orange Red Ruby

🍀🌹🎒: Brave, Bravo, Honors, Survivors

🔭🏐🎒: Telescope, Sports, Studies.

👑🐸🪙: Frog Pockets

👑🚀🪙: Space Rockets

Green Teal Red Ruby Sand

🇮🇪🇮🇹🇫🇷: Ireland Italy France

🧡🤎🖤 : Orange Tan Brown Black

🙏🏽💧🌊 : Welsh

🙏🏽🍀 ☘️: Irish

🙏🏽🌳🌿 : Celtic

🙏🏽🧞‍♀️🧬 : Genetics Healthy Gins and Gingers

🍓🍒🍉 : Healthy Reds Fruits Vitality Life

🌈🦜🗣️ : Parrot JA MIC Speak Up Healthy

🪞🛡️🪞 : Mirror, To Each Their Own

🥝🔑🥝 : Healthy Kiwis, Key Wi, Key We

🌶️🥭🥭 : Spicy Mangos, Healthy Vitality

🍫🚎🚂 : Chocolate Bus, Public Supports

🍻🍺🍹 : IRISH PUB, Public Wealths

🍃🪢🍷 : Twine Red Wine Vineyards

📞🍇📞 : Grape Vine Life+ 411 Lines

🪀🧘🏼‍♀️🪃 : Karma Health

⚡️🗳️🪁: Eletric Key 🔑 Kite Vallet Box Vote

📞🥌☎️ : Shuffle Sand Telephone System

📞🐍🚰 : Sink Sand Ink Sir Pens

🏹🥋🎱 : JU DOW PSY ANTS

✨🪶✍🏽: Healthy Health Thy Writing

🎻🎻🎻 : Violins and Irish Harps

🖼️🕷️🎹 : Healthy Life Recorders

🧨🖤🐈‍⬛ : KKK Black Jackkk Kat

💋💄🧐 : Bio Lense Cyborg Eyes 👀 Health

🌪️👃🏽🌪️ : Two Tiny Wind Tornado Nasal Pass

🎀🍆🍬 : “mini peninsulas.”

👉🏼👈🏼

👉🏼💥🪙

👉🏼🌎👈🏼

🤘🏽🐰✌🏼

🧍🏼🧾🪡: Puppet Tree

🦨🍄🌈: Bunk Base Buddy’s

🍹 🥃: Warm Rum War Thumbs

🍠🍠🍠: Yam Fam, Not Potato Hammer

Brandons Health Upkeeps

Public News: 📰🏳️‍🌈🇮🇱🐰🐸

🍀☘️🌹🦜🦧🍊🐈🐈‍⬛🕷️🕸️🎹🐆🐘🦏🦍🐅🐫🦘🪶🦩🐉🦫🦔🌞🌚🌝✨🌬️🌪️🧞‍♀️🧞🧞‍♂️🧬⚙️⚡️🧶🎱🔮🧣🎒💍👑🧳🐌🦖🐩🦚🍠🌶️🍓🍒🥝🍑🥭🍍🍻🥂🍫🧋🏹🎻🐍🥋🧘🏼‍♂️🧘🏿🤸🏽‍♀️🥁🧚🏻🧚🏿‍♂️🧚🏻🧚🏿‍♂️🧝🏽‍♀️🧝🏽‍♂️🧝🏽‍♂️🧝🏿🗽🏰🏔️🌋🔭

my parrot likes to mimic owls

🦜 🦉

Hoot Hoot? Hoot Hoot?

Who Said Who Who?

Who said Who Hoot Hoot?

Huh Hoot? Giva what, ?

give what to whom?

Woot woot whom whom

vroom vroom

parrots with jet engines.

🛡️🎧🛡️: DJ ARMOR HEADPHONES

⛲️⛽️🌋🚁🛞🛟🕋📡

denounce “www tess tesseract glass cube.”

denounce “stress issue tissue TIL TILE”

denounce “RUB-EX, RUBIX CUBE MIRRORS”

denounce “www white wire t rex wax vexlore”

denounce “mega micro mall tezz TIL Tess.”

denounce “TILT TALT TIZZLE FAULT ALT”

www wex ex line mega mall tesseract

tesseract coils CO OILS SOILS SEALS

tesseract glass mirror laser trip wires

www wex wire line micro megaphone malls

“galaxy EX EX PRESS PREZ candy throats.”

“tesseract cubes lasers mirrors glass wires.”

mega mall static noise generator “white noise”

“test TIL.”

Bad News: 🤑🐁🦠🐹🦠🐓🦠

🦭🦭🦭🦁💈👨🏻‍🦳🪱🍪🫒🎀🍕🤐🤐🤐🤡🎪🏥😵🪰🪳🪳🪳🐻‍❄️🐼🐻‍❄️🐼🐭❄️🎿🦉🦠🧺🗑️⛵️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🐮🦆🦂🦐🦈🐬🐳🐋🐃🐂🦬🐑🐏🐿️🐚🪸🥔🍗🥒🍆🍎🍋🍅🍳🥩🍔🍟🍩🎂🍿🥧🎂🌽🫖🥛🥤🎳⛸️🛹⛳️🏄🏽‍♂️🪂🎸🎬🎤🎯🎫🎲🛞🧛🏼‍♂️🧟🫐🥞🧈🌭🪵

🇺🇸🇩🇪🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿: America German England

🔵⚪️🟡: Blue, White, Yellow

🇮🇳: “blame Indian Chicken Hen Tye mix asain”

🏯: Blame any asain country ass PAN cUNtry

🪑🛏️: Red Indian Leather Jerk Pan Try Key 🔑

🪑🛏️: Red Irish blame greedy red cherrywood

🪑🛏️: African, can metal tin foil pan, star fish.

🪑🛏️🦖: Fossile Steel Sickle Foils Oils Ink

👳🏽‍♀️🕌⛽️: Blame Ass Odd Muzzle Fizzle

🌽🚌✏️: Corn KKK Kob Lore Door Knobs

🦈💉🚪: Vacuum Door Salesmen Genocides

🐢🕊️⏲️: Turdle and Dove Blender Horrors

🍎🍏🧃: Wear Down Programs, App Reels

🐺🐑🐏: Perverse Culling Cycles Genocide

🐻🐻‍❄️🐼: Bear Brothers Bully Gang

💩💰🐥: Cheap Chicken Checker Board Shit

🥖🏄🏽‍♀️🛋️ : Bread Basket Shopping Cart Box

🐓🏭🦠: Coop Co-Op Perverse Farm Cycles

🧊💉🐓🦠: Shingle Pox Chicken Pox

🧊💉🦆🦠: Shingle Bux Duck Pox

🧊💉🦢🦠: Shingle Gox Goose Pox

🧊💉🐖🦠: Shingle Swine Spawn Pig Pox

🧊💉🥤🦠: Bubble Box Soda Pox

🥾👅💩: Boot Licker Desk Maggots

🍧🍦🤡: Crazy Clown Society Shop Programs

🧻🦟🪝: Blame Italian, Asain, Count Lich

🥸🤓🤓: Rich 🤑 Extortions

🦠🐷🐹: Hamster Gerbill GerBall

🐗🦈🐬: Horror Cycles 🔁

🐿️😵‍💫🌀: Hynotis Hype Notice “Spells”

🐚🦴🥟: Deflections, Clams, Deaths

🧊🥛🥤: Death ☠️

🍢🍡🍭: Lolly Gag Stunts

🍿🍩🍭: Death Camping Murder Routes

🐷🔪🧅: Onion Eye Ball Pirate Clubs 🏴‍☠️

🥄🧽🚿: Metal Laundry Washing Alchemist

🍽️🫖🍾: Murder Schemes

🦅🦉🦆: Play Dumb Perverse Sportsmanship

🍋🧀🧅: Lemon, Cheese, Onion

🥒🫒🌽: Sell “Genocide” Routes “que, olive.”

🥔🍎🌭: “pot of toes water office cooler”

🎬💿🍆: Movie “Show” “Set” CUTSCENES

💈💇🏼‍♂️🦁: Cut Scenes, Humiliation, Programs

💉🐹🦠: HAMSTER POX

💉🐀🦠: LAB RAT POX

💉🐁🦠: LAB RAT POX

🎤🐭🪤: Micro Mouse PC MAZE LAP TOPS

🍳🪺🧺: Bleach Brain Scrables Eggs

👟🧦🚾: Rubber, Shoes, Socks, Office Cooler

🧱🫖❄️: Throw Tea Pots, Snowglobes, Bricks

🛹🛹 🤕: Skat Skare skate Board Headache

🛷🛷 🤕: Slay Fray Dismay Speed Hate Rate

⛸️⛸️ 🤕: Ice Skate Blade Secret Assaults

⛳️⛳️ 🤕: “go off” “offline” escape to false lay

⛵️🤑🕳️ : “rift raft war raft send post broken.”

🏅🎟️🏅 : False Paper Badges, Stolen Honors

🚑🏴‍☠️🧩: Ice Fridge Clown Pirate Genocides

🩼🛵🦽: Cripple Cry Pull Mistreatments

🤿🎣🛵: Scoopa Butt Tiny Scooter Insert

🎲🎲🎲 : Gambling Horror Box Death Bets

🍯🥄🫘 : Thumbs Beans Jack Thump Spoon

⛓️🗑️🪚: Chainsaw Office Desk Profiles

🤌🏼💶🐐 : Micro Bill Escape Key Goat

🤡🃏🪪: Retard ID 🆔 Cards

🧢🤖🤖: No Blue Clones, Clowns 🤡

🎟️🎪🎟️ : TwERL Crazy Cricket 🦗 Sir Cuss

🛖🥾🍕: Genocide Hospitals Factory Fronts

🤐🪩🦭: Sea Lie Seal Rubber Shoes Zip Mitts

📼🎄🧵 : Death Wrap Christmass Organs

⛸️🏄🏽‍♀️🛹: “skat pans, boards splitting FRAYS”

☠️🐟🪣: Blue Poison Chum Desk Buckets

🔵😰🥞: “blue bed pans down syndrums.”

Gock at feet 🦶🏽

Talk at taco 🌮

Car Park 🚗 🚙 at toys r us breakroom pendulum (Pen Jew Lum)

🐸⚙️ Leapfrog toy at

Barbie Desk Babble 👱🏼‍♀️⌨️🐝 💾🗃️🗄️

Homeless Camps ⛺️ War Revamps 🧛🏼‍♂️🧛🏼‍♂️🧛🏼‍♂️

Slander Camps ⛺️ slander campaigns

Death ☠️ Rollercoaster 🎢 Psy Show, Sideshow Circus 🎪 Clown 🤡 Hospital 🏥

X O X O XOXO death hugs 🐻 🧸 🤑

BEAR NEEDLES 💉🐻🍯🤑

BARB BAR CODE KNUCKLES 💉🐻🍯🤑

Storm ⛈️ Run Hurricane 🌀 Rod Slave Ron, “Micro Wave Work Arrons”

“Baby Bid Bib Babs Babble Bunny 🐰 bibs”

Corky Wine 🍷 Raffle Ticket 🎟️ Dollar 💵 Bills Nut Number Money 💰 Euro 💶 Rope Velvet Vatican’s Popes by the throats.

Make them think of an “old billy goat 🐐”

Make them think of an “old ham bone 🦴”

Make them think of an “old dolly lama” 🐪🦙

Make them think of an “oak mill momma” 🐄

Make them all a “PIE OAK TEA” hebrew basket

🧠🧺🪺🦠🍗💩👁️🥧🦢🏭

Paper Islands 🏝️ 🤑💲💸

Goose Factorties RE SET 🦢 “Micro Foe Bets”

"pringle chips" 🍪 🤖 ☠️🦮👩‍🦯👩‍🦯👩‍🦯👩‍🦯🙈

"celery sticks" 🍾🥒 green pizza 🤑🧩🪲🍕

“work over stage actor down codes”

🤡🧢 pringle chips 🍪

🤡🧢 celery sticks 🥒

towels 🧼 🚿 🧖🏻‍♀️🧖🏽‍♂️🧖🏽🧖🏽🧖🏻‍♀️🧖🏽‍♂️

towels are for heads

💪🏽 Sir Tan Lee (Certainly Elite)

🎃 Pumpkin Repeat 🔂

TAN SAND PROMISE HEALTHY COMMONS

TAN SAND HEALTHY PROMISE LANDS

Healthy Tan, Sand, and Land

TOWELS AND VOWS

not

“tow truck pow sights”

👘🥻👳🏽‍♀️👳🏽👳🏽‍♂️👳🏽👳🏽‍♀️👳🏽👳🏽

🤍🤎

Vows dont "total" 🙏🏽

Vow’s Life Vows

ALWAYS TWO types of vows.

✌🏽🙏🏽💞🙏🏽 ✌🏽

not for talcum powder ❌🥤❄️🍧

not for baking soda ❌🥤❄️🍧

"Tow Cum Powder" 👩🏾‍🍳👩🏾‍🍳👩🏾‍🍳👩🏾‍🍳

"Bake Soda" 🧑🏿‍🍳🧑🏿‍🍳🧑🏿‍🍳🧑🏿‍🍳

Tow Truck "VOW TOTAL" tricks

🛻🛻🛻🛻🛻🛻🛻

🚛🚛🚛🚛🚛🚛🚛

🚚🚚🚚🚚🚚🚚🚚

🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

Office BreakRoom Rubber Slipper Water Cooler

🥿 🩴🛼👟👡 💧🚰

Chit Chat 💬 📍📌🧷🦀🦆🤏🏼

Office Water Coolers. 🥸🚾🚰

Seals 🦭🌪️🪵

Sharks 🦈 🌪️🪵

Dolphins 🐬 🌪️ 🪵

Statue of Liberty, swimming pool 🏊‍♀️ 🍕🌭🗽

🍌🏦 Bloods Bank Brooklyn New York 🅱️📚

Brooklyn Baby Chair Sitter New York 👼🏽💺

“Sitting The Statue Of Liberty In A Chair”

🎢😵‍💫🎬💇🏼‍♀️💀☠️💈💺🪑🦼🦽💈☠️💀🏴‍☠️

asian sushi Yorky husky minx cash spa sinks

YORKY DOG 🐕

HUSKY DOG 🐕

POODLE DOG 🐩

“The Three Horsemen”

Hay Bell 🍴🛎️

Hate Bell 👺🛎️

Meet Bell 🥩🛎️

Burger Bell 🍔🛎️

Excel Axe Cell Gang Desk Crew

😵‍💫👩🏼‍🚒👨🏿‍🚒🧑🏼‍🚒👨🏿‍🚒🪓🛎️

“Except, Axe Ace Front Desk Holding”

🪓♠️♥️♣️♦️🃏📇🪪💳🪓🛎️

Hotel 🏨 Holding Desk Tricks

“Hotel Management Teams”

“Creating Multiple Paper Front Clone Companies”

“Hotel Super Mall Complex Spreaders”

Corruption sources

“Tow Truck Fruit Markets”

“Hotel Micro Mega Management Malls”

Truck 🛻 Farm 🚜 Stolen Life Resources

Through Corrupt Business Front Line SILVER DISH LINES

Service on “a silver platter” dome head

🐟📐👨🏻‍🦳🪙🍽️

👴🏻🧓🏼💉💸🤑🦠🧬🦠🦢🐀🐭🐹

“cell retarding TAR RAT GLUE GOOSEBUMPS”

white blue yellow, cell a fella

TAR, RAT, devert blame to Japan 🇯🇵 and Jamaica 🇯🇲 PAY RIOT PARROTS 🦜

To blame PIE RATES… PIE RATS

🥧 🐀 💩

Blame SEA RAFT, DRAFT

WINDY SAILS Cash Boats 🛥️ 🚤 🛶

Blame a black “rat shit axe ratchet hatchet”

HAT 👒 HAT 🎩 NAT NAT NIT NIT BLANKET BIT “black hats” “black HAIR ASS”

“black harassment”

“envy in voice”

“invoice receipt PIE 🥧 recEIPt 🧾”

Paper Puppet Office Pets

💃🏽👫🧍🏽‍♂️🪡🧾 PEN DAY HOSTS

PEN DAY HOPES

PEN DAY HOES

PEN DAY ROPES

Velvet Ropes Wet Newpaper 🅾️🅱️🅾️🩸📰🗞️

white covers

“bioluminescence ectoplasm”

“episode napkin fanny pack raffle ticket eater”

Reviving Health Ethics

🦜 Parrot Veterans (NON Pirate slanders)

🦜 Parrot Truth Speakers

🦜 Parrot Boy Scouts, not “COT” abuse

Reviving “Pet Parrots”

of “PAY RIOTS”

or of “Pay Rabbits”

Parrot 🦜

Rabbit 🐇

Additionally Inclusive RABBI, 👁️ 🐰 👂🏽👂🏽

Rabbi Healthy Prayers 🙏🏽

Dj Rabbit 🐰 With Armor Headphones 🎧

🎶🎶🎧🐰🎧🎶🎶

Emerald Teal Green

Ruby Roxy Red

🍀 ☘️

Clover Irish Welsh Celtic

Distinguish RED health, separately than “WHITE” X parties

Such as DENOUNCE racists “white only”

“america germany england”

“blue white yellow”

🔵♿️🧢

⚪️🦴🥼

🟡🍋🧅

Sarcastic Sar Cast Stick 🐟 ironic ion RON tick

Promote TV 📺 SILVER REMOTE

“WHITE NOISE” “Stereotype foam”

White Micro Management Genocide Systems

“Micro Management”

“Micro Mysteria Hysteria”

“Micro MICE Hysteria”

“Micro NICE MICE” 🐁 Head lice Snow Globe

“Micro His Stare ER area”

“Micro Management STARE ER”

“MY CODE, Micro”

“MY CODE MIKE”

“MY CODE MIKE SKULL”

“NYC CODE TIME TRICK”

“MY COOL CODE”

“MY COM MODE”

“MY TOLIET COMODE”

“MY CO MODE”

“Micro Code STARE ER AREA”

“Hysteria Mysteria”

Stare at hostile hospital victims with “sub”

“subtle” “sub til” knowledge…

“Micro My Code Mike’s Skull”

“america germany england”

🇺🇸🇩🇪🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

1 hop, and two skips, down blaming “jumbled bumbled history inaccuracies, cover ups”

jumble bumbled

belongs to, “open the jungle book”

not “blackjack casino front backdoors”

change “blackjack market” into

“white backdoor trip wires”

and then you open “black ectoplasm”

“play puss at them”

“murders and cats fighting old women”

“black EVE”

“black ECHO STOW”

“black echo STOVE”

“black echo X COVE”

“black TOW TRUCK”

“black etch-a-Sketch shuffle soundboard”

that should help, the “black lions roar”

“getting past WHITE ONLY CELL LAB doors”

dont do CHEAT TESTS CHEAT TAS 🐆

Yellow Cat is white money sick cat…

dont so PAN THORE 〰️⚫️

pants 👖 naked black ass

Pan cat is white money sick bed cats

Beds and FOG THORN firsts…

Just do JAMAICA RAINBOW PARROT 🦜

and work over criminal activity that relates to

“rats, hamsters, gerbils, and GOOSE GEESE.”

and “bears, polar bears grizzle frizzle bears”

Reject “rats, hamsters, gerbils, geese goose, and bears.”

and theres no longer white proceedings if we ALL keep healthy ProLife99.

And reject the “false white elitism biological public genocide narratives.”

My commonwealth beloved tropes

anyone free to healthy pathology

My bunny 🐰 beat 🥁

My bat 🦇 eletric ⚡️ heart ❤️

My snake 🐍 coiled cords 🪢

My cat 🐈‍⬛ called cool 😎

My royal 🤴🏽 scale ⚖️ exports 🚢

My divine 💖 nature ✨ tree 🌲

My ant 🐜 pleasant 😌 protest 🪧

My bee 🐝 busy ⏰ body 🧍🏼‍♂️

My belief 💭 by relief ☺️

My flamingo 🦩 flow 🌊

My holy 👼🏽 bestow ✨

My bird 🦚 brilliant 👐🏽 I heard 👂🏽

My bird 🦚 feather 🪶 I fly 🕊️

My blue jay 🐦 to say stay free ⛅️

My praying-mantis 🪲 prayers 🙏🏽

My insect 🐞 smallest I see 👁️

My spider 🕷️ I www. WEB/spy syphite

My porcupine 🦔 quills to class-cup questions ☝🏽

My elephant 🐘 my memory 🧠 element ⚛️

My alien gray 👽 survive x-ray 🩻

My angel 😇 at best heights ⬆️ & angles 📐

My going🚶‍♂️ forever ♾️ green 💚 speakup 📣

My windy 🌬️ storm ⛈️ stories 📖 of

My victory 🥇 rebegin 🔂 reign 👑

My salute 🫡

My salutations 👋🏼

My solutions ✊🏽

My soul 👁️‍🗨️

My questions 🤨 my quests 🌍

My mighty 💪🏽 moon 🌙

My good night 🌚 💤 knight 🛡️

My sun 🌞 sacred 🛐

My rex 🦖 rapture rockets 🚀

My ghost 👻 boo book 📕

My dinosaur 🦕 to not die too sore 💀

My skunk 🦨 to base bunk 📡

My frog 🐸 to transmog ⚧️

My owl🦉to see ‘who & how’ 👀

My mouse 🐭 mystery 🧐

My cricket 🦗 cherp church ⛪️

My lion 🦁 lords

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My camp 🏕️ campaign 📈

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My squirrel 🐿️ faster to quarrelsome

My squid 🦑 squirt 💦

My octopus 🐙 puss 😸

My genie 🧞‍♂️ genetic 🧬 magnetic 🧲

My bull 🐂 noble 🤴🏽 taurus ♉️

My kangaroo 🦘 can-go-around-you-&-over-kangaroo-court-contorts 🫰🏼

My doG 🐕 my OG 💯 on God original gangsta 💅🏿 mans best friend 🫂

My dragon 🐉 justice loud & proud drag 👗

My May 📅 flower 🌸 (born May 6th) 6️⃣

Brandon Wayne Burdett

Lives Life with minimal regret 🤗

Living Life quality survival war vets ⛑️

decided I loved 💕 you ever since we met 🫱🏽‍🫲🏾

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[heavenbat]

Rules: answer these 30 Qs and then tag 10 blogs you want to get to know. I was tagged by: @salsabubble

Nicknames: oh god where to begin.... Jas, Jassy, Jasbat, Bat, Batty, Cyberus, Syllabus Gender/pronouns: He/Him Star sign: Aries! Height: 5′9″ Time: 7:13 am Birthday: 5th of April Favorite bands: Styx, Guns N Roses, Aerosmith, Globus, Shinedown, fun., Mumford & Sons, Queen, Trans-Siberian Orchestra (I know that seems like a lot but look man I promise those are only my top 9 >>) Favorite solo artists: MEAT LOAF!! and P!nk Song stuck in your head: right now, nothing (for once lmao) so I’ll just toss the most recent song that was stuck Last movie you watched: Deadpool Last show: Skin Wars (it’s a body painting competition show, which I like to put on when I don’t really want to pay attention to what I’m watching. Last show I actually paid attention to was Aggretsuko) Why did you create your blog: jesus it’s been so long I don’t even remember? Other blogs: I got a Guild Wars blog and an aesthetic blog Do you get asks: lmao not reallyyyyyy. could probably count the number of asks I’ve gotten on one hand. Maybe two. Definitely two if I include all my blogs How did you get the idea for your URL: by the time I used it here, it was the name I used on basically all platforms. Originally I got the idea because I was trying to use the name Hellbat (as a reference to Meat Loaf’s Bat out of Hell) but that was taken so I went with Heavenbat instead. I follow: 79 Followers: 152..... probably a decent amount of which are bots lmao Average hours of sleep: 7-8 Lucky number: 12 Instruments: wait is this a favorite instruments or a instruments we can play thing. because if it’s favorites, then the answer is electric guitars. if it’s instruments we can play, then...... I can sort of plunk away at a few songs on piano and I used to play clarinet but I can’t remember anything about it anymore What are you wearing?: DragonCon tanktop and basketball shorts Dream job: either a writer or editor!! god I’d love to edit things all day Dream trip: a cruise trip with my fiancee. Or really anywhere with her. I’m not picky :P Significant other: @project-halfbreed :3 Last book I read: oh my god it’s been so long since I read an actual fuckin book........ I think it was Dracula, the last book I ever read for college. What a good book to end on. 10/10 would recommend. It’s so campy. The day is literally saved by the Power of Friendship(TM) Top 3 fictional universes: not including the ones either I or my friends have came up with..... Guild Wars, Invader Zim, and Star Wars

You know what, I’m gonna actually tag peeps. I’m sorry if I forget someone, I’m tired and therefore even worse at remembering. and I’m sorry if I tag someone who doesn’t want to be tagged--u don’t have to do this, obviously lol. SO.

I TAG: @saiktaru @ushauz @tigerdragon1001 @llimus @fouquesartcorner @livingbiohazard @project-halfbreed

[wirzweiganzallein]

Wwoofing #4

Nach knapp zwei Wochen haben wir unsere mittlerweile vierte Wwoofingfamilie (Klingelts? Arbeiten auf einer Farm für Essen und Bett) nördlich von Christchurch verlassen. Mit einem lachenden und weinenden Auge sind wir nun wieder mit Batty auf Reisen. Die Zeit bei Siggy & Lindsey verging so schnell, zu schnell! Es war wohl mit die beste Zeit hier in Neuseeland. - Nun folgt ein kurzer Überblick über die Arbeit die wir vollbracht haben: Container streichen von innen und außen, Wände verspachteln, Nüsse knacken, Kuchen backen, Bäume pflanzen und einen Zaun bauen! Ja auf den Zaun sind wir besonders stolz. Von den Löchern für die Pfosten bis übers Streichen haben wir alles selbst gemeistert. Doch nicht nur die Arbeit war absolut cool, auch die anderen Wwoofer machten es erst zu einer richtigen WG! 🙈👌 Fünf andere Mädels (1 Amerikanerin, 4 Deutsche). Unsere beiden Hosts haben uns sogar das Ukulele spielen beigebracht und am Schluss konnten wir 'Ring of Fire - Johnny Cash ' und 'Eight Days a Weeks - The Beatles' spielen 💪💪💪 ( hat uns aber auch viel Üben gekostet 🙈) Wettermäßig war alles dabei von strömenden Regen - Backen war angesagt, bis hin zu 34° C - Container streichen! Und wir haben sogar unser erstes Lamm hier in Neuseeland gegessen ✅ - es war delicious! 😊 Grundsätzlich gab es bei Lindsey und Siggy keine Elektrizität, das heißt kein Kühlschrank, Ofen mit Gas, kein Fernseh oder Dusche. Aber es war alles machbar! Wenn der Generator an war konnte man sogar Filme schauen und statt duschen musste man die Badewanne wie auf mer Herdplatte erhitzen. Es war richtig anstrengend des Wasser vom Garten ins Haus zu tragen, aber hey dafür konnte man dann ein Bad genießen 🛀 Geschlafen haben wir außerdem in der Küche, da der Barn( bewohnbarer Riesenschuppen) ziemlich klein war für sieben Leute. 🙈 Kurz zur Erklärung : Unsere beiden Hosts haben bis vor ein paar Jahren in Christchurch gewohnt aber durch die Erdbeben beschlossen draußen auf dem Land ein neues Leben aufzubauen. Das Grundstück ist noch im kompletten Aufbau und es gibt noch viel Arbeit zu tun, aber es ist richtig toll wie zufrieden man trotzdem sein kann mit dem bisschen was man hat. Wir waren schon traurig unsere große Familie zu verlassen, nach all den schönen Abenden mit Ukulelesessions und interessanten Gesprächen. Es war definitiv eine super Erfahrung so "einfach" zu leben und wir haben sehr liebe Menschen kennengelernt die uns sehr viel beigebracht haben. Aber die Zeit läuft leider weiter und somit rückt die Abreise immer näher 🙈

[starfriday]

Twin sisters launch first of its kind single, talking about betrayal in love

In a first of its kind effort, T-Series has come up with a single with twin sisters Sukriti Kakar and Prakriti Kakar, a song which talks about the feelings of today’s youth when faced with betrayal in love. Titled ‘Sudhar Ja’, singing sisters Sukriti Kakar and Prakriti Kakar have taken a gamut of emotions and their personal experiences and turned it into a celebratory anthem of sorts.

In Sudhar Ja, Sukriti and Prakriti tell the boys they have had enough and won’t take their abuse anymore and they do it in style.

For those who have come in late Sukriti has sung Bollywood songs such as Kar Gayi Chull (Kapoor & Sons), Neend Churayi (Golmaal Again), Pehli Baar (Dil Dhadakne Do) among others.  Prakriti has to her credit hit numbers such as Subah Subah (Sonu Ke Titu Ki Sweety), Hawa Hawa (Mubarakan), Hard Hard (Batti Gul Meter Chalu). s

The twin sisters are super excited about their non-film song ‘Sudhar Ja’. Both the sisters have been active with playback singing since 2015. They have composed the music themselves and Abhijjit Waghani has been the music producer on it.

The video shot by Robby Singh has spiffy lyrics by Kunaal Verma and features the two sisters in an avatar representing today’s modern woman who will not take lying, cheating and being two-timed lightly anymore.

Says Sukriti, “This song got made very organically.  I got a random idea and was humming it casually and that’s how the tune was created. I wanted it to reflect my experiences of growing up years, heartaches and disappointments and issues about dealing with boys.”

Prakriti offers, “Although it is based on our personal experiences of growing up years, we also wanted it to be very relatable. The first test we passed was when the two boys who feature in the video said that they had been there. Subsequently, we showed it to some of our male friends and they also said the same thing.”

Adds Sukriti, “Athough the song is from a girl’s perspective, we were very sure we wanted boys to enjoy the song too.” Both the singing sisters maintain that ‘Sudhar Ja’ being their first single is very special.  Says Prakriti, “We are very happy to have done playback singing since last few years but in playback singing we are constantly told to sound a certain way, to match our voice to the actress who will be singing the song on the screen. Here we could express ourselves freely.” Adds in Prakriti, “We are happy that through this video people will know the face behind the voice.”

Further, the twins recall funny things that happened while shooting the song in Dubai. “Like in a Hindi film, we both forgot our choreography steps at the same time, we both dropped our earrings at the same time, we both sneezed at the same time. It was hilarious for all of us while shooting,” says Sukriti recollecting the madness.

Prakriti adds, “Shooting the song on the first day was very smooth. We wasted a lot of time. The second day we were racing against time to complete the shoot. We had to cancel out flight and book the next flight so that we could complete the shoot of the song the same day. Both of us were slated to perform a gig in Mumbai in the afternoon the next day. We did not get any sleep but we somehow managed to reach in time for our performance.”    

Sudhar Ja released today on YouTube.