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Reverse Robin au but the ages aren't changed. Just adoption order.
#bruce rocks back up in gotham with a baby damian and immediately starts his crusade as batman#or maybe he rocks back up#takes in Duke after the first major villain attack#and then a few months later damian gets dropped off#then so on and so forth#until 12 year old dick grayson performs in Gotham with his parents at Haly's Circus#aka Bruce Wayne just has a lot of essentially toddlers#in my mind it's battinson which makes this even more funny#dc#text post#reverse robins#batkids#batfamily#batfam#batdad#bruce wayne
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as much as i love sam knowing about destiel before dean does, there's something about "i mean yeah my brother and his angel best friend are really weird about each other, live together, co-parent a kid, nearly kill themselves every time the other is gone, stand too close and stare at the other's mouth while they talk, but i mean to each their own i guess??" that's so special to me
#it's just so funny#and when it finally clics he's like#OH#that... explains a lot actually#he's so committed to believe dean's heterosexual act#and you know what i respect sam for it#if the dude says he's straight then it doesn't matter he stares at men lusting! he's STRAIGHT.#i'm sam btw#i had a friend who told me for 6 months he was straights while he performed in my face Telephone by Lady Gaga#and also knew the entire loona lore#but he said he was STRAIGHT okay#i had the audacity (or the politeness ig) to act surprised when he came out#i'm rambling#sorry#destiel#dean winchester#castiel#supernatural#spn#casdean#sam winchester
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"She's been possessed by the devil." Again? "Oh, for fuck's sake."
#the things she had to DO. and she did them impeccably! PERFORMANCE OF A LIFETIME!!!!#apparently it was incredibly taxing and honestly it makes sense that after this she was like virginia woolf? no thank u. im doing. Dumbo#eva green#vanessa ives#penny dreadful#pennydreadfuledit#mine#horror#can you tell ive been on a steady diet of silent films for a month straight lol
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A drop of ink, a blot spread across time
(Vintage au)
Plot summary: It was 1950s when pen pals were popular and almost everyone had one! You used to have a handful of them but the camaraderie between you and them faded as you got older. One day, you found a newspaper on your late great-grandpa's shelves in his bedroom. Excitedly, you flipped the papers to get to a specific page and bingo! There was a section for the addresses of people who are looking for a pen-friend much like yourself. After randomly choosing, you sent out your first letter and he replied back! However, you noticed something weird in the photo he sent...
Crds to @drinkthesky for the divider!
Men I deem fit: Alhaitham, Albedo, Imbibitor Lunae/Dan Heng, Dr Ratio, Diluc, Zhongli, Venti, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Sunday.
(Fck alphabetical order, I can't do that sh*t)
The amber glow of the afternoon sun bathed the room as the open windows situated at the opposite of the door allowed sunlight streams to enter the room as its panes quivered in hushed symphony due to the beckoning of the hot air. If you moved closer to the windows, you could see dust particles illuminated by the natural light. Even after the passing of your great-grandfather, the bookish scent of his cologne still lingers in his bedroom along with his possessions which were either coated with a thin layer of dust or covered with a big white cloth.
The wooden floor creaked beneath you as you walked towards his bookshelves in hopes of finding pieces of classical literature and maybe learn a thing or two from it. You delicately traced your index finger through the long vertical rows of books, leaving a trail of dust on the pads of your digit. As you peruse through countless novels only to be unsatisfied until you saw a newspaper at the edge of the shelf, untouched by the dust that plagues the rest.
'How strange...' you thought to yourself as you rubbed your thumb and index finger against the surface of the paper to determine its texture: it was sandy and rough, definitely ancient but the format was similar to the ones your dad reads in the morning so it must be a freshly produced newspaper, albeit printed in a different quality of paper.
Or so you thought...
The newspapers in your hands gave you a glimmer of hope; it was an opportunity to find a pen friend! You used to have a few ones but stopped writing to them either because they used too much colloquial words or they had at least twenty spelling mistakes in each sentence which gave you a migraine whilst trying to make out if your correspondent was writing in a foreign language or not. But this time, maybe you could hit the jackpot and find an actually nice pen-pal. Excitedly, you flipped through the papers and stopped at the specific page which had a list of names along with their addresses under the bold heading:
'Pen-friends! Make new friends around the world!'
Your eyes scanned across the list of names, allowing your intuition to guess the personality of that stranger based on their names alone. But then, a specific name caught your eye- it was uncommon which was the main reason it stood out from the rest of the names which probably were taken from 'Top 10 best names for children of this year'. You took a closer look of the address below that person's name and turned out, both of you lived in the same area! A surge of enthusiasm rippled throughout your body and immediately tucked the newspaper into the inside pocket of your coat.
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The curtains of your living room slowly opened as you peeked your head out and pressed your face against the glass. A day had passed after you had sent your very first letter and heck, you even went a mile far by sending a photograph of your two cats to make a memorable first impression. Then- just like you had anticipated- the postman on his bike suddenly came into view and halted his vehicle by your mail-box and placed a letter inside. You clutched the folds of the curtains unable to contain the happiness blossoming inside you. As soon as the postman disappeared out of your eyesight, you rushed outside to take the letter out of the mailbox. The first thing that greeted your eyes was the immaculate handwriting and the scent emitted from the paper.
'How sweet of him...' you thought as you continued reading the letter in your mind. The paragraphs were neatly organized and made of outdated vocabulary that you wouldn't understand had you not taken an interest in classic literature. You could tell this man practiced utmost eloquence just by his letter alone. Overall, he wrote a few things about himself and asked you about your hobbies, what you like and blablabla.
But then, something struck within you concerning with the photograph he sent and notes written behind it:
"The construction of the mall is making my ears bleed. I cannot stand the constant sounds of the drills and other sounds coming from it. I daresay, you must be experiencing the same disturbance as we are only one street apart from each other. Perhaps we should plan to meet up after the mall opens. What do you think of it?"
The more you stared at the photograph and the note, the more confused you became. The picture showed the mall with the same as the one down the street but it was still in construction according to the photo. 'Huh?' A frown stretched across your face. That specific mall had been going on more nearly a century now to the point that the community had been urging the government to shut it down in order to build a more innovative one. Didn't it finish construction like a hundred years ago? But his photo told a whole new different story.
Suspicions rose inside of you as a spiral of questions revolved around your head- you found it difficult to process it. Not missing a beat, you hurried to your room to find that newspaper you took from your late great-grandfather's shelf. You mumbled in frustration when you couldn't find it; you swore you left it either on the desk or on the bed. Finally, you found it under the bed and oh my...
The letter was published a century back in time which meant that...
"T-The man I just sent a letter...was from the past...." The newspaper dropped from your hands. Your letter had ripped its way out of the fabric of time and went into the mailbox of a man who lived in the same area as you but different time period. He was in the past, you were in the future.
Still, a part of you felt curious about the interaction between two people of different dimensions. So you decided to reply back to his letter. What could go wrong...right?
To people who are more knowledgeable in time travel or parallel universes, pls don't attack me, I know what I wrote may or may not make sense for some of you but pls don't mind me 😭😭😭
And also, not proofread because I wrote this around midnight and I'm literally on the verge of dozing off- (Ik I have such healthy sleep cycles and I have to wake up at 6 am yayyy!! Sleep-deprived-students-core😘🙆🤗)
#Ngl I actually want to send a letter to a random address from 1950s newspaper or some era like that and see what happens lolll#But I know for a fact that I would actually start performing an exorcism if I get a reply letter 💀#Was meant to add Blade but he would probably leave reader's letter sit in the mailbox for like 3 months 💀#irenecallista#genshin impact#honkai star rail#genshin impact x reader#alhaitham x reader#Albedo x reader#Imbibitor Lunae x reader#Dan heng x reader#Dr Ratio x reader#Diluc x reader#Venti x reader#Neuvillette x you#Neuvillette x reader#Scaramouche x reader#Zhongli x reader#Sunday x reader#genshin au#hsr au
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Self Made (Self Discovery).
Happy Pride Month :)
#This can also count for how I feel atm with self improvement and therapy etc#I feel like a lot of queer ppl can relate to this idea of working on yourself and creating yourself like this#I used ref from that photo of a Russian surgeon performing on himself. Leonid Rogozov I think#Always a fan of medical body horror :)#art#sketch#character art#gore#Body horror#Surgery#Pride#Pride month#OC art#Original art#Original character#original character art#Angel#Oc#Queer
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Happy pride month! Here's my top five instances of Bart Allen being extremely aroace in no particular order:
Bart/Carol kiss- Impulse '95 #20
Basically every single time Bart and Ayana interact- Impulse '95
The valentines day dance issue- Impulse '95 #59
Bart and Connor's... different approaches to girls- Young Justice '98
Bart says no thanks to noir tropes- Young Justice '98
+Bonus, Cissie knowing that "confessing" her love would be weird enough to shock Bart out of spiraling.
#bart allen#dc comics#impulse 1995#young justice#pls ignore my bad photo editing I am armed only with photopea screenshots and a vague idea of how to collage pics#ideally I would've posted this on the first but I spent the first 2 days of the month performing in irl pride events and then crashed today
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jaskier really created a whole mythos surrounding geralt of rivia, white wolf, hero of the people, for the continent to adore and get invested in and then fucking wrote and performed her sweet kiss with the lines "I am weak my love and I am wanting. if this is the path I must trudge, I'll welcome my sentence, give to you my penance, garroter, jury, and judge" and then had to like. live with the fact that he admitted he's in love with the subject of his songs. every tavern he plays at the whole crowd is just side-eyeing geralt in the back like. um. hello. and he grunts and stomps up to their room. and then burn butcher burn comes out and the whole continent is like whoooaaa shit there's drama!!! jaskier is literally out here taylor swift narrating his whole relationship and geralt just has to trudge into town like. does anyone need a swamp monster killed? and the mayor or w/e goes hey aren't you the guy from the song, you really pissed that bard off what did you do leave him at the aisle or something. and geralt just has to be like. nope, must be a different witcher he's talking about. anyway swamp monster?
#the fact that jaskier wrote her sweet kiss and burn butcher burn and just.#performs them out here for everyone to hear.#it's so crazy#like imagine a person went viral on youtube making a song about a specific garbage collector man in their area#and the whole internet is like obsessed with this garbageman now#and then a few months later the youtuber posts another song about how the garbageman has a girlfriend#and he's lamenting the fact that he cant be with mr garbageman#and then youtuber posts a FIRE breakup ballad about him and mr garbageman#it's like. what the fuck is going on.#i'd love a glimpse at geralt and jaskier from just a normal commoner's perspective#the witcher#geraskier
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Jaclyn Tess Drag Artist
Wow! Amazing Transformation with just some makeup and sexy clothes! Maybe YOU can try! Ladies you'll never know until you at least try!
Get your gurl on!
#drag queens#drag queen#drag#drag artist#drag performer#rupaul#cross dressing#crossdresserlife#sexy crossdressers#cute crossdreser#crossdressgirls#sissy crossdresser#sissy cd#queer#trans#pride month#happy pride 🏳️⚧️#pride 2024#queer community#happy pride 🌈#gay pride#queer pride#trans pride#pride#mtf pride#lesbian pride#lgbt pride#bi pride
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TAEMIN - Ace (Music Bank, 140815)
#Taemin#Lee Taemin#Ace#giffedbyme#era: ace#solo: taemin#uservamptae#dailyshinee#kpopccc#ksoloists#ultkpopnetwork#dailybg#malegroupsnet#smsource#kpopstages#kpopcreators#Music Bank#Can you believe it's almost 10 years?#Will try to gif a performance from each era in this month#This one is noisy but I'm sure someone will enjoy it for sure :D#The one whose tags need to be included in a novel :D
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On this day, November 18
In 2022: My Chemical Romance performed their 61st show of the 2022-2023 Swarm tour (the last of the North America leg) at the Corona Capital festival in Mexico City, Mexico. At this show, Gerard Way wore a Joan of Arc inspired chain mail outfit, with a long red cape and a streak of fake blood painted on his chin and neck. "Muy feugo" [sic] was written on the drums. (🖤)
Watch the show here!
Lulu Urdapiletta
#the performance of sleep from this show. mindblowingly brilliant it plays on loop in my head to this day it was incredible#and the official good quality stream after months of 6 pixel IG lives. it was so much#i remember seeing the chainmail 2 lines into foundations and being hit with the realisation that they were joan#November 18#2022#tour date#MCR Mexico City#ID in alt#swarm era
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#yes i think inception deserves to be on this. no i can't be bothered explaining why.#actually no i'll say it. a couple good supporting performances and hans zimmer cannot save an incomprehensibly arrogant bit of writing.#dunkirk is here bc it tormented me for months. the stockroom of the cinema i worked at was right behind the speakers of the imax theatre.#the fucking jumpscares that movie gave me when i went to change postmix.
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tv appreciation week 2022 📺 the tv show you wish everyone would watch
We Are Lady Parts (2021–Present)
#tvweek22#walp#we are lady parts#walpedit#weareladypartsedit#saira sherwani#amina hussain#bisma walp#ayesha alkaaf#momtaz walp#seema hussain#flashing gif#pearlcaddyedit#pearlcaddy walp#500#1k#finished the event seven months late#but still in 2022! so counting it as a victory#somehow managed to make an edit for this show that included zero shots of them performing
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GIF by capinejghafa
Paradigm Shift
Explicit, ~14K
“Apologies, apologies! The time got away from me.” Aziraphale Fell entered the room brightly, a binder in one hand, tea mug in the other. Crowley’s languid sprawl went rigid as the senior accounting analyst who had been the indulgent secret in the back of his mind took the seat opposite him.
Or, Crowley Pines at the Office: An AU.
Written for @voluptatiscausa for the @gospexchange 🖤 Inspired by the song Ache for You.
#i.e. the fic that took over my life for two months and I'm a better person for it#good omens fanfiction#good omens#ineffable husbands#aziraphale x crowley#aziracrow#my fic#y'all today is a great day: get to share this and then go see my fave band perform#happy ides of march
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Just a hunch.
Matt 25:31-45
#jesus#exmo#exmormon#ex christian#deconversion#painting#portrait#second coming#religion#pride month#lgbt pride#art#artwork#drag#drag queen#drag queens#drag performer
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Thinking once again about Jin Guangyao, the perfect host who remembers every guest's favorite dish, the conscientious friend who helps his friends indulge their favorite vices, the brilliant politician who guided the cultivation world for years, saying "you are the one who loves him the most."
You know that as soon as the social portion of every discussion conference began, Jin Guangyao said, "Oh my, Jiang-zongzhu, I hope you're not busy, for Jin Ling wished to show you he can walk/how fast he can run/Fairy's new tricks/how well he can shoot."
Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng, you're so easy.
#pallas.rtf#mdzs#jiang cheng#jin guangyao#chengyao#to ME#after months of procuring rare delicacies and renowned performers jgy watches jc all but skip to the nursery to get away from schmoozing: at#least jlt can offer him something ☺️#jgy fifteen minutes into his own party that he planned perfectly: what the fuck why can't i also go hang out with the babies this sucks
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I got- I can't!
Imagine being 15, you've grown up your whole life with this one belief in this one God and you were told you were Chosen by Him, for Him. And you're 15. You believe so fully in the spirit of your religion, not necessarily the word, that you want to go to a non-religious school to try and help other kids maybe find your God because you genuinely believe that could be helpful to some of them, because it's all you know, and it's helped other strangers (human trafficking victims she helped in the black pit before) so why not other kids her age? You're 15 and all you can think about is helping others. And you start thinking about your religion, and reading books, and asking questions and you come to the conclusion that maybe your God and His Father aren't actually all that great. Maybe the church you're in has done some really bad things that you can't possibly make up for. Maybe that church is still doing bad things. And then you find out your family is actually in a cult for that God, not just part of the normal church, and you suddenly have to undo all the cult shit in your brain you were raised with, while that cult stuff you know about is actually useful to your friends, like having that knowledge is helpful for them! You're 15 and you stop going home. You have no real adult supervision or carer, just your other 15 year old friends.
Imagine you're 16, you're gay and figuring that out on top of navigating your first full romantic relationship and being the sole creator and cleric to a new God that you honestly find to be very two dimensional and empty. You're on a quest to find an evil being and stop them. You nearly die. Your friends nearly die. You're 16. You're 16 and feel something calling out to you, you know it's divine because you've felt that sort of pull before, but you've never felt one like this. You find memories and hints and pieces and you figure out that the evil being you have to stop, isn't evil, she's just hurting. She's hurt and She's a God. She's your God, and she's so happy to see you, and she has so many ideas, and so many hopes.
You're 17. You've spent your rest time (summer vacation) tearing across the world chasing down and defeating another evil thing that you and your friends accidentally released in the first place. Your God is with you, you have no time for Her. No time for anything but trying to survive and stay sane. You know She's disappointed in you, but you're one person -ONE PERSON- and you're 17. You missed your birthday. again. You've saved the world; again. You're so fucking tired -like always. You're Chosen, and alone, and have no idea what to do with your life, let alone your God. You aren't very good at school, but you go to every class. You're drowning as you try to rewrite your understanding of the world from what you grew up with, having no idea how to do anything without a book and godly hand to guide you. You only ever followed before, your new God is demanding you Lead. You don't know how. You're only 17. You see your horrible, abusive parents spitting abuse and racist rhetoric at your baby brother, who you haven't seen in two years, on the front steps to your school and for the first time ever you are filled with righteous fury. Your God answers your call, not knowing what you need but so eager to help, eager for your attention, she starts talking to you but you're busy -why can't she understand that you're fucking busy? trying to not die, trying to be safe, trying to keep your friends alive, trying to navigate a world that hates you, you're 17 and you're busy goddammit just wait!- and she snaps back at you and flees. The next time you see Her, maybe an hour later, She's got a creature with Her that nearly destroyed you and your friends last year sitting in her lap, so smug to see you again.
You're 17- no, 16- no, 15 years old and you're expected to build and carry the world on your shoulders, Chosen from birth, raised a lamb to follow a Shepard, not to be followed behind. You have no one and nothing and everyone expects everything and you can't back up, you can't pause because if you do someone dies and doesn't come back. You have to be a hero, a chosen, a saint. The steps behind you crumble to dust with each step you take forward and the new one is already cracking under your weight. There are only wrong choices. There's no hand reaching for you. God, you were taught, will save and guide you. God knows best. Why is your God looking to you, a mortal human, to be saved, raised and guided? You're a child.
You're just a child.
You just want to go home, wherever that is. You thought it was your God, but She's not exactly helping you out either, is She? She's just disappointed. Like everyone else. Like you.
You're 17. You think it would have been better to never do any of this. It would have been easier to stay, blind and naive. Sometimes you think you should have stayed in heaven. Sometimes you think about the God you killed by not being good enough for it. Sometimes you lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling and pretend you don't exist for awhile. Sometimes you work your body so hard you forget it's there and your mind shuts up and you exist without being you. Sometimes you wish you never asked any questions or read any books. You're 17, but sometimes you wish you were 15, with no idea yet.
You're 17. You wish you were good enough.
#dimension 20#kristen applebees#fantasy high junior year#fhjy#d20 fhjy#fhjy spoilers#dimension 20 fhjy#dimension 20 fantasy high#d20 fantasy high#dimension 20 spoilers#words#can you tell my religious trauma is popping off?#I have big feelings about kristen#she's just a kid man leave her alone#it's not fair for a god to expect a child to be able to perform what many adults do over many years in just the span of a few months#yeah it's not fair cassandra has had the lot of getting a child for her only cleric but like#she reached out to and accepted kristen! she the God here! it's like when a grown adult expects a toddler to know to not run into a road#without being taught. that's a baby#she's gonna run into the road many times until someone takes her hand and kindly teaches her to not#kristen litterally needs some kinda reliable help. she knows there's something wrong and that she's fucking it up she just literally doesn'#know how to fix it! someone help her!!!#fantasy high
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