#kind of

[otter-and-terrier]

OH MY GOD THIS IS SO CRAZY BECAUSE MY MATHS TEACHER IS LITERALLY NEVER SICK (except for a couple lessons a few weeks ago) AND MY ENGLISH TEACHER IS OFF ON MATERNITY LEAVE BC SHE'S PREGNANT WTFFFFFFFFFFF IS THIS A UNIVERSAL THING???

[green-butterfly-writes]

Yandere Batfam concept: neglected trans reader

Warnings for: child neglect, unintentional transphobia as a result of child neglect, (non bigoted) religious imagery, blasphemous imagery, idolizing Bruce Wayne

I'm Dyslexic, and don't have a beta, so mistakes are likely to happen.

Standard neglected reader, they are Bruce’s bio kid, don’t get involved in Batman stuff, and end up getting punished to the side.

They realize they are trans while still living with the Waynes, and aren’t sure if they should come out or not. Not that they think the batclan would hurt them, but given the total lack of support or attention they were raised with, they were worried.

After a year or two of suffering through dysphoria and anxiety, they decide to come out to Bruce.

Except Bruce is very difficult to get a hold of. Especially for them. So when they do finally tell him, he’s distracted and not paying attention. The conversation goes roughly like this:

You finally managed to find time he wasn’t Batmaning, spending time with your siblings, or in the office, and even though you’d prefer he look at you and not the paper work he was doing, you’ll take what you can get.

You were in his darkly furnished home office, in a deep blue plush chair sitting at an angle from Bruce, who was behind the large dark wood desk in the center of the room. The walls were lined with bookshelves taller than mount Olympus, each and every one of them filled with neatly organized text books, encyclopedias, and dictionaries.

Bruce sat in front of the only window in the room. It was tall, and a made of neatly organized, fractured glass. It lit Bruce from behind, like one of the stained glass murals from your grandmother‘s church, and made him look like an angel. A heavenly messenger you prayed to every night for protection, and every day for love. But the world is cruel, and so is its creator, so your prayers continued to go unanswered.

“Dad,” you started hesitantly, “I have something I wanted to talk to you about. I thought it best to tell you in person.” Typically, if you had something you wanted to share with Bruce, you would write it in a letter, leave it on his bedside table, and he’d get back to you in a week or two. But you wanted to tell him yourself. You need to see his face when he found out.

Bruce only hummed in response.

“I’m trans. I’m not going by (dead name) any more, I’m going by (chosen name) now. And I’ve changed my pronouns too. It would mean a lot to me if you used them.” You stared down at your lap, fidgeting with your intertwining fingers, waiting for a response.

Silence suffocated you as Bruce continued his even scribbling across his note pad, turning to the next page in the grant proposal he was reading.

“That’s nice (dead name). Why don’t you go see if Alfred needs help in the garden, I’m sure he’d love to hear your stories.”

You felt as if your very soul had shattered into a million pieces. Your heart burred in your chest, and your mouth went dry. It felt like someone had dunked your head a pile of fresh snow and held you there. You couldn’t feel your body, or hear your mind, and at the same time you felt it all too much, and heard it far to loud.

You had prayed to your heavenly messenger, your savior, your prophet. He who had granted you life and meaning. Who had saved you from deaths door, and carried you into his home. And you were just turned away at the altar.

That was the last time you called him dad.

You considered coming out to Alfred, the only member of the family that remembers your existence without you needing to remind him, but he’s old and you wouldn’t be able to stomach another rejection.

The next few years were hell.

Every event felt like a nightmare, trapped in a cage of fabric, every time you put on your school uniform you wanted to scream

Everyone called you the name you were desperate to forget, used the pronouns that made you skin sit wrong on your bones

You stopped looking in mirrors, hating what you saw.

Once you turned eighteen you practically ran out of the house.

You got excepted to a school in another state and took it, never looking back.

You wrote Alfred monthly letters about how you were doing for the first two years, then every other month, then every four. Slowly weening him off of updates about your life. You still send him a card during the holidays and one for his birthday so he knows you’re alive, but the address is for a P.O. box, so he doesn’t know where you live.

It’s now ten years after you left and you’re doing amazing. You’re flourishing in your career, have an amazing group of friends, and maybe most importantly, changed your first and last name. You got the surgeries you wanted, went on hormones, and can look yourself in the mirror now. You love your life

Sometimes when you’re watching tv or walking through the streets, you’ll see advertisements, magazines, or talk shows with imagery of your now forgotten false idol. Sometimes you wonder how he’s doing, how his kids have grown. You wonder if he misses you. Your therapist told you that’s normal for victims of child abuse. You pay the thoughts no mind.

You don’t watch the every move of your golden bat anymore, in fact you don’t watch any. And you don’t realize that he’s watching you, praying for forgiveness, not only for what he has done, but for what he’s about to do.

[ella467c]

Thinking about how thankful I am that Suzanne Collins ended sotr at the victory tour.

Because I wouldn‘t have been able to read about how Haymitch might had to do the same things as Finnick.

It would have just broken me.

[summerhighlandfalls]

[fishtoonz]

This is how 358/2 Days went right?

[lyredragon]

Imagine he finds Blurr

Imagine he's overwhelmed by it n starts leaking coolant from his eyes

:D

@keferon

[silvertherogue715]

Some art for Stars in the Garden

okay not a TON of spoilers but like. y'know. at least one.

@jackofallrabbits hey your fic is wonderfully fucked up and I love it

Also that update fucked me up /pos

[buffonias]

[twczmb]

[obstinaterixatrix]

was poking around and found a resource that could be helpful

[evilwriter37]

The funniest part to me about the whole viggo thing is that people think viggo was such a big villain. I mean he was evil, but not drago level evil, just save my business evil. Like can you imagine just going about your business peacefully and suddenly one day a teenager from some distant land tries to mess up your business and change it to their wants and needs. And if that doesnt happen, they declare war. And i get that hiccup was just trying to save dragons but to viggo it would've seemed a lot like colonisation or something. And hiccup didnt even try to peacefully negotiate with viggo like he did with drago. He just straight up went to war. Point is in the vigcup dynamic i think hiccup would be the freak and viggo would be the peacekeeper one. What are your thoughts.

I feel like it’s disingenuous to blame all this on Hiccup. Ryker is the one that showed up on Dragon’s Edge, took Stormfly, and then left Astrid to die. I think the steps Hiccup took in Night of the Hunters made sense and were in character for him in that situation. Ryker had already shown that he wasn’t interested in peace, especially not after luring in and capturing most of the Dragon Riders.

And Viggo is such a big villain though. There were so many points throughout the series that prove just how bad of a person he is. He’s not doing things for the better of his tribe, but for the better of himself. In his first episode we see him sentence a man to death for stealing from him for the sole reason that he didn’t have enough food. So not only do we see Viggo willing to kill over something, but we see that he’s not even taking proper care of those under him! Then there’s the Scourge of Odin. It’s not clear how the infection truly started at that point, but what we do know is that Viggo was using it for profit. He was going to extort his own dying people for money. And that? Well, that’s pretty damn twisted in my opinion.

It’s like I said in another ask recently: Viggo truly was a monster, and that is what makes his redemption all the more impactful. Hiccup didn’t coax innate goodness out of someone who had it in them the whole time, but instead planted a seed that we see grow within Viggo during the last two seasons.

I feel like it’s a massive mischaracterization to call Viggo any sort of peacekeeper or to act like he didn’t actually like the business of dragon hunting. We were shown many times on screen that he’s sadistic and, well, a villain. He toys with people and throws them away when he’s done with them, something he made very clear in the scene in which he’s playing live Maces and Talons with Dagur.

I love Viggo dearly, mostly because he’s bad. Been a villain lover since age 3 and I’m sure not stopping now! And Viggo is most certainly a villain, the best written one in the franchise.

[telafel]

Adder references-

these aren't quite as clean as the Janosh ones. It's very hard to get Adder into sunlight and have him stand still. I also wanted to try to include some of his different armor sets and posture (because I think he's neat) so, pardon the awkward collage, I've not made images like these

[n-just-n]

I had english class

[andreilscat]

it's spring and jean is sitting in the garden. he has his head tipped back and eyes closed, enjoying the way sunrays and warm breeze feel against his skin. flowers are starting to bloom, their scent mixing with the leafy smell of freshly cut grass. jabberwocky is running around and rolling in the grass. it's quiet and peaceful except for the occasional bark when jab sees a bird, or just wants some attention. when jab finally gets tired he goes over to jean and leans on him until jean gives in and picks him up. he runs his fingers through jab's fur until he's sound asleep in his lap. jean closes his eyes once again, wondering, not for the first time, if it's really this easy to be happy. if he's finally allowed to have it

[sorieba]