#never related more to anything in my life.

[these-written-reveries]

This is a great post and it also reminded me of one of my fav fictional queerplatonic relationships, Schmidt and Nick from New Girl.

I remember watching that scene from season 5 episode 5 for the first time

Schmidt: Nick is very romantic. He does romantic things for me all the time!

Nick: Schmidt, what are you talking about??

Schmidt: Just the other week you were very romantic to me! When I fell down in the parking lot and you picked me up!

*flashback to Schmidt falling like an idiot and Nick hoisting him up unceremoniously by the arm*

Schmit then goes on to say that romance doesn't always have to be sexual and for some reason that really stuck with me over the years. I think it describes how I have felt about a couple of my really close friendships with people in my life. The kind where you just really click on a very deep and intimate level, but not in a sexual or normal "romantic" way.

I find many things that me and my best friend does as "romantic", just in a platonic-romantic way. I wish there was a better word for this. I never say it aloud bc people will get weirded out, but I'm always internally like "Aww so romantic!" to basically anything that I view to be particularly heartfelt/affectionate/intimate.

They sent me flowers bc they knew I was having a bad day? They poured their heart into a letter for me just bc they felt like it? They remembered that I love this really specific thing and gifted me something related to that? They cradled my face so gently while they helped me get an eyelash out of my eye? That's SO romantic!

And I do the same things for them! Does that mean I wanna date or fuck them? No! But whoever does later down the line will be a damn lucky bastard, I'll tell you that.

Has my demisexual ass fallen in love with a previous best friend of mine who also did many of these things? 👀 That's besides the point!!! It's not always like that, and people need to become more educated and comfortable with the reality that there are various types of love and romance out there and not all of them = sex and dating.

Long story short, I just love really deeply, even on platonic levels, and I can see the romance in everything and I think it's so sweet 🥹🥰

"friends don't look at each other like that" well okay you coward you do whatever you want however i WILL look at my friends like they're the most important thing in the world. i love them with my whole heart and i will hold their hand and stare at the stars not because i wanna fuck them but because they mean the world to me and i care about them. fuck you

[hug-me-hard-so-i-dont-forget-you]

Plot points I hope to see in season 8b/9

(this is long because the writers have a lot to make up for)

• Airport scene

• Eddie gives Buck his St. Christopher necklace

• Buck's coping mechanism of briefly turning into slutty Buck 1.0 after Eddie leaves. Only this time it's with guys that resemble Eddie but he doesn't notice. Maddie does. And she wishes desperately that she wasn't pregnant so she could drink

• Buck actually uses the word bisexual or bi to describe himself

• Finally getting to see Eddie's sisters. And maybe while he's in Texas he facetimes Buck and they come into frame. And in true little sister fashion, they embarrass him: "Oh, Edmundo! Is this the Buck we keep hearing about? He IS cute!"

"I never said that!"

Buck: "...you don't think I'm cute? 🥺"

• Maddie, Sofia, and Adrianna meeting and bonding over their dumbass brothers

• Everyone else finds out that Buck is in Eddie's will and they all just stand there, mouths agape cuz how THE FUCK do they not know they're in love?? Everyone else can see it!

• Buck tells literally everyone at the 118 about his feelings for Eddie because he needs advice. And Chim makes a joke like,

"He already has everyone crushing on him! Why can't someone have a crush on me for once??"

"...dude, you're my brother-in-law."

"So?? We don't have to tell Maddie!"

• Buck admits his feelings but Eddie ends up not leaving so Buck avoids him out of embarrassment like jk pranked ya!

• Buck NDE because I NEED to see Eddie lose his shit

• Or they both have a close call and later have a serious 'spousal' discussion about what would happen to Chris if they both died. And then they share a moment of comradery, trash talking Helena & Ramon and hoping they never get custody again

• Speaking of Shitty Parents 2.0 (Shitty Parents 1.0 being the Buckley's) we need more screen time hating on Helena. Ramon got multiple scenes showing how awful he is and Eddie calling him out on it. But Helena is a selfish woman that keeps trying to manipulate Eddie into giving her Chris. And even when Eddie tries to keep in contact with his son while he's in Texas she just brushes him off and doesn't try to get Chris to talk to him. All because she got her way so she doesn't care, pushing Eddie further into his pit of self-hatred. And for that she must be punished

• Eddie talking to Bobby about his Catholic guilt in relation to his sexuality. And then going to Michael for advice about the transition of believing he's straight and having a heterosexual marriage and family to where he is now. The 3 of them need to go on a fishing trip or something. They'd have it all sorted out within the weekend

• Eddie and Maddie having ANY kind of interaction on screen. The writers know that if they teamed up they'd be besties instantly and they're keeping that from us!

• Chris needing dating advice but as soon as his dad tries to help he cuts him off like: "Not from you, you're obviously gay and all of your straight relationships sunk like the Titanic. But thanks anyway. Hey Buck!"

"Wtf? His relationships weren't great either!"

• Eddie having more discussions with Hot Priest™️ about his guilt and he just smiles fondly at Eddie, "I don't know about you, but my god doesn't judge. Not when someone lives their truth. I think you're more afraid of your family's judgement. If I were you, I'd go back and think of every time I thought God was judging me and consider the possibility that I was putting Him in place of my parental figures." and Eddie just blue screens for many minutes as Hot Priest™️ patiently waits for him to catch up as if he hadn't just changed his entire fucking life

• A scene where either Hot Priest™️ or Bobby or Buck asks him: "Would you judge Christopher if he questioned his sexuality?" "What? No." "Would you tell him to go to confessional or try to pray it away?" "Of course not!" "Would you ever discourage him to be anything less than who he truly is? Or stop him from doing something that makes him happy?" "No!" "Then why do it to yourself? Why set that example? Even if it turns out your parents or Abuela aren't comfortable with you exploring your sexuality, you can always do better than them. Break the cycle for the one person who matters most to you. Be happy, be yourself, be what you want to be, not what others expect from you. And I know you, you won't do it for you. So do it for Christopher. Show him that it's okay, great even, to be you."

• Josh getting all giddy while talking to Eddie like he did when Buck asked for gay dating advice

• Eddie talking to Hen and Karen about how they coped with their foster kids leaving. Like, how do wake up every morning to a quieter house and empty bedrooms, knowing the breakfast table is going to be lonely? They exchange bittersweet looks and hug him

I will accept no less than 80% of this becoming canon. Thank you and good night.

[black-cat-luck]

Can u pls do Tim and Bruce father son activities ( i love ur writing!!)

YES IVE BEEN WAITING FOR MY TIMMY BOY

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• Tim and Bruce have a very hard relationship. It took a very long time for them to have anything father/son related, and when they did reach that point, it was uncomfortable and awkward for both of them at first. They try, once they get to that point of care for one another, they do try. Tim knows Bruce is trying, and it means a lot to him, so he’s happy to reciprocate, to have this parental relationship in his life.

• Their first father/son moment is after Tim breaks his skateboard. He’s not necessarily upset, it’s just a sight inconvenience, but he’s tired, he’s been really stressed, and this pushes him past a breaking point. Bruce finds him sitting next to the broken board, and wordlessly manages to get Tim to get in the car and go with him. Tim doesn’t ask how Bruce knows what board shop he frequents, or the exact way to get there without directions, but Bruce even goes inside with him, asking questions here and there as they browse, and complimenting everything Tim picks and buys. Tim has credit cards, he has his parent’s money, but Bruce buys it all without blinking before the boy can even try and dig his wallet out of his pocket. It becomes a thing for them, Bruce always finds time to take Tim to the board shop when he wants to go, and always watches him with that same warm smile, just enjoying seeing Tim happy over something a boy his age should enjoy.

• Tim really likes baseball. He doesn’t let anyone know, not since Jack Drake never picked a glove back up or bothered to show up to a T-Ball game after Tim hit double digits. It’s fine, Tim bought himself gear and nets so he could play on his own in his backyard. He stopped playing on a team, and just tossed a ball to himself. He hasn’t had an itch for the sport in so long that when it comes back he doesn’t think twice to dust off a glove and practice his pitch. When Bruce finds him, it honestly makes his chest hurt to see all of the things the boy owns, to see how long he’s spent alone. There’s an extra glove, Tim always had a few of everything. Bruce is a bit rusty, but he’s adamant to make sure Tim never feels alone again, to know he has a home and a father that will play catch with him. Tim cries himself to sleep that night, and Bruce promises he won’t ever be alone again.

• Tim’s one true love is always photography. When he feels secure enough with his relationship Bruce to show him, Bruce is a bit horrified to know such a small boy was hiding on rooftops just to sneak pictures of him, but it’s a bittersweet feeling to know that little boy was so starstruck, that he adored Batman so much, and if Bruce would��ve known about him before, maybe he could’ve met Jason, maybe Tim could’ve had a father sooner. Bruce takes him to museum’s that have traveling photography exhibits, some with local artists getting displayed. Tim admits a few are his he submit under a pen name, and Bruce makes sure those photos are displayed permanently. He encourages Tim to never give up or let anything ruin his love for his art. Bruce spends early mornings and beautiful middays with Tim, watching him in his own element, more so than Robin, or an act put on for the elites, Tim Drake is a photographer.

• Tim likes to crochet. It started as a small hobby he learned from hours of watching his mother do it, he was always nervous to try himself, but when the nights got lonely he did it as a way to feel close to his parents. He fell in love with it and Drake manor is covered in all kinds of colorful creations of his. He has his own crocheted Batman sweater that he made before merch of the vigilante ever existed, and he still wears it happily. Bruce thinks it’s adorable, and Tim’s first ever gift to him, is a matching one. Bruce adores it, and wears it all the time around the house, and Tim continues making him things. Sweaters he can wear in public (which he does happily), a plush Robin bird that sits above the batcomputer, a tiny Alfred to keep him company when he’s having a hard day. He even makes Alfred small versions of Bruce, and all his kids. He gets a hug, and sees both of them cry when they’re given them. That Christmas everyone is given matching sweaters, and Bruce happily sits with Tim as he crochets, encourages him to pick up his needles when he’s getting antsy during a debrief, or watches him tiredly twist the yarn around his fingers as he waits for Bruce to fill out the mission report before they’re allowed to go to bed. Tim tries to get Bruce to crochet with him, but it becomes a bonding time for them to just sit together, and Bruce always compliments everything he makes, just happy to be with him.

• Tim likes to make cakes. He thinks they’re fun, and there never needs to be a reason to enjoy something delicious, so when they’re both benched for a week after a rough mission, Tim drags Bruce down to the kitchen, and makes him help make one. There’s no occasion, no reason. Tim just wants cake, and he wants the enjoyment of making one. Bruce is just happy to spend time with him, and helps with every step. Tim makes the frosting himself, and shows Bruce all the different shades of colors they can make by adding certain amounts of food coloring, so they can have four different shades of pinks and blues for the cake. He’s almost too good at it, like he is with everything, and Bruce feels bad he’s making it look bad, his cursive is sloppy in frosting, and no matter how he holds the spatula, the border is still lumpy, but Tim thinks it’s perfect, and refuses to let Bruce stop helping. It’s a bit messy, leaning a bit to one side, but Tim loves it. He takes pictures, and lets Bruce cut the first slice, smiling wide as they share the piece, commenting on how good it tastes, and how perfect it is because they made it together.

• When Tim has to move on from Robin and become his own person, it undeniably puts a strain on their relationship. They try not to let it, but Tim needs time, and Bruce allows him it. Tim can’t find enjoyment in making cake, or playing baseball by himself anymore, a dreaded feeling that he finally knew how it felt to really be loved, and lost it. He’s still a kid, he’s on his own again, he’s too prideful to be the one to make the first move. A box is left on his doorstep, his Robin training says not to trust it, but the way his name is written, in cursive that it much better on paper than a cake, he finds a small plush bat inside. It’s lopsided, messy crochet barely holding together. It’s from the same tutorial that taught him how to make the plush Robin he put in the cave for Bruce. Batman needs a Robin, he always reminded him. Bruce needs his son, he was being reminded. And Tim knew no matter what, he needed him too. Tim never expected to find a family among the manor and the people he now loved that were inside. He never imagined he’d get to have this relationship, because no matter what, Bruce showed him what it felt like to be loved by a father. Bruce didn’t just love him as his son, Bruce loved him as Tim Drake.

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Tim my beloved I want to give him the entire world

Thank you so much for requesting I hope you liked it!! Thank you for loving my work, I hope you enjoy all my future writings just as much. ᡣ𐭩

[clowninthemorgue]

What is ur favorite part about andrew blazes case !! :33

OMGOMGOMG!!! Okay I have two answers for this. :o]

My favorite part and the most interesting to me is how extensively she documented things and her life. Even before things got as bad as they did for her, YouTube was her creative outlet and she shared EVERYTHING on there. It was a big portion of her life so I'm so eternally grateful everything is archived.

Even later on when she started planning the attack, everything was very thought out.

I find it where most perpetrators get into a dark place mentally where they start to sympathize and relate with killers. (Her's with Columbine, similar to a lot of others) Now of course this doesn't necessarily indicate everyone who does so wants to commit crimes. I'm saying that after a while they get to a point where they start to understand and relate to the psychology behind it. They relate to the hatred and distain for humanity, the feelings of not belonging, the desire to others to understand the way they're feeling.

It's sad because she showed so many signs, before and after her obsession with Columbine. Massive weight loss, isolation, symptoms of depression, then later on posting about shootings, buying the natural selection shirt and the guns.

One thing that really upsets me is that no one caught on and intervened. Her practicing shooting her gun with her mom while wearing the Natural selection shirt. Animating a school shooting. The BIGGEST thing is how she confided in a person online and they KNEW she was planning something BUT THEY DIDNT DO ANYTHING TO STOP IT.

I hate how emotional I get about this case, I've never connected more to a case than I do with hers. I wish she was still here. I wish things didn't get to this point where she took out her depression and hatred on other people. I wish everyone involved in this case was still here today, they deserve to still be here.

Another small tidbit I find interesting:

The entire autopsy report. From the fact she wore makeup and feminine undergarments during the shooting to the fact that Benadryl was found in her system (not enough to overdose but enough to dissociate during the events)

The fatal shot that killed her, through the palate had so much force that she was missing her two front teeth.

Anyways thank you, this is my current hyperfixation

[floral-comet-whump]

the way I was tagged for this not once but twice... omg ppl are curious abt my name......

it's actually quite linked to my own life experience!! got lengthy and a bit venty (unintentional) so more under the cut :)

people I'd like to tag for this: @loonybun @melodxi @half-duck

from when I was younger to now I moved schools a lot because of bullying and the education system generally sucking when you're neaurodivent (and undiagnosed!). in moving schools was also moving houses or cities because of proximity, because I was too young to wake up super early and take public transportation every day and my parents couldn't drive me several hours every day 🤷 it's a complicated situation and to this day I think the most I stayed in one city is 3 years

anyways yes it created issues. I never REALLY fit in so I didn't have friends that were interested in hanging out after school, so I usually stayed home and never navigated the places I lived in, which results in my navigation skills being shit for one!

another issue is struggling to keep friendships, because I'm not gonna stay in contact with people I'll likely never see again unless I REALLY like talking with them, but eventually everyone's hobbies change and there isn't anything to talk about that's fun. this applies to my online friendships too, most eventually just kind of fizzle out and I move on

finally getting back to how this is related to my username: I think friendships (and most relationships that form for fun or love) are a little like shooting stars. they're mesmerizing events you can wait and prepare a super nice spot for, or something you just suddenly see, and it's beautiful. it barely lasts, but it's a precious, fond memory. for that, shooting star = comet

the flower analogy can also be applied this way, but it was added bc just comet or shavit were already taken as usernames so I added a thingy that also fit. also shavit = comet in hebrew

Tag game🎉

Tag your moots and ask them where they got the idea for their tumblr accounts name!

For my name it was a nickname I was giving back in middleschool! One of our teacher had a system where we worked with 'wifi' eachtime we talked in class we lost a bar of the "wifi" (was a weird joke and we never held count on that) All the kids usually joked if they needed 'wifi' , they would borrow mine if they wanted to talk more. (I was incredibly shy in middle school, I only talked to like 3 people at school;^;)

They called me Ms. Wifi because of that. I just thought it would be funny if I put 'miss' instead of 'ms' because of my terrible actual wifi connection I have at home lol.

That's my story! Now moots, only if you guys want to, tell us your story.

Tags-> @slipping-lately @firequeenofficial @noagskryf @twinklstarrrr @halfbakedspuds @polterwasteist @rokushi-san @mygedagtes +anyone that sees this and wants to do this as well

[mvmnbnv]

another thing about jayvik that these goofy ass caitvi stans fail to realize separates it from their favorite ship is that jayce and viktor arent dependent on the other one for self esteem/support. "B-but...Viktor was a eugenicist!"

regardless... he could do bad all by himself without jayce. he didnt wallow and whine about what he was without jayce, he did something bad, but regardless it was his OWN character arc. Viktor isnt dependent on jayce to the point of making him look pathetic, or to the point of calling himself the dirt under jayce's nails...unlike Vi whos whole arc revolves around caitlyn to the point of her forgetting every terrible thing shes done and getting down on her knees to serve her in the 8th ep.

then you have jayce who has his moments but they're more based in ignorance more than anything. still shitty, but ignorant, he never does anything outright malicious from what i can see (unless i missed something yall lmk). And jayce actually has genuine words for viktor. an entire speech about how he just wanted his partner back after everything, a dream of wanting to change the world turned into him just wanting back the person he lost because he cared about him. where tf does caitlyn ever do that? lmao nowhere. she just treats vi like garbage

Ive gone on about how i wouldve loved for vi to team up with ambessa, you really think thatd make her a good person? hell ive said she deserves to be EVIL! downright conniving. its not about if the character in the ship is evil inherently, its about how it balances out in relation to the character theyre being shipped with.

Cait being a dictator is all fine and dandy really...if Vi had anything to say about it beyond one line and if it wasnt followed up by nearly zero consequences. AND if vi got to be her own person, be rightfully angry, if she matched caitlyns energy of "well you're out of my life now i can do bad all by myself without you". instead we got a lapdog...

if we got her feelings for vi at all outside of microexpressions and interviews then it wouldve been fine.

caitvi stans can barely rub their braincells together to think for two seconds why people prefer JayVik over Caitvi and will simply chock it up to misogyny because they just dont like to think i suppose

[yall-batman-fanfic]

The Wrath of Wayne | Bruce Wayne/Batman x OC!Magician [Part 2/3]

Synopsis: Trapped. Both Vivian and Bruce are trapped in the scheme made by Thomas Wayne. This was a threat they have never dealt with before and unlike before this has higher stakes with Valerie’s life in the hands of Thomas Wayne.

Valerie finally stopped crying but she won’t smile. The girl kept pouting even when she was surrounded by her toys, even when Alfred would keep her company with warm milk in her sippy, even when she had Ace and Echo with her… even when her mother was in her line of sight. 

How could she smile? This man, this Batman was keeping her from her mother. This man who calls himself her grandfather would try to feed her with mushed food and try to play with her like everything was okay. 

The first time he tried to play with her, Valerie cried and clung to Alfred, calling him, “Gampa! Gampa!” 

“Ms. Valerie,” Alfred tried to hush her cries, in fear that seeing her cling to him and calling him that would anger Thomas Wayne more. 

“It’s alright, Alfred,” Thomas sighed, giving up for the day and handing him Valerie’s meal. “I’m glad she had you for a grandfather here. She’s in good hands.”

“She misses her mother, Master,” said Alfred.

A pause. Thomas thought for a moment before saying: “I’ll make arrangements for her to see Vivian. But she cannot leave the dome nor can Val be there with her.”

A compromise, this was better than Vivian constantly begging him to let her see her daughter. She might not be his in this world but he still cared. If not as a man who loved her then as an in-law. 

He personally brought Valerie’s crib to the library so she can be with her mother. First the crib, then her toys, mountains of them, some Vivian knew were not even from Valerie’s room but from the store. Thomas Wayne have taken all of those for Valerie. Day and night, Valerie would look at her mother who was trapped in that glass dome, sitting there, trying to talk to her and get her to smile but to no avail. Valerie, as young as she was, knew that something was wrong.

Something bad was happening.

Where was her Dada? Why hasn’t he come to save them? 

Dada would always be there to save them.

When Valerie finally grew tired, Thomas Wayne laid her down on the crib and tucked her in, letting her sleep. But he did not leave. He stayed there, sitting on the chair beside the crib, in front of the dome, and watched as his granddaughter slept. 

“She reminds me of Bruce when he was her age,” said Thomas. “When he was a boy, I made a vow to protect him from anything that would do him harm… and I failed.”

“Where is Bruce?” Vivian asked in a whisper, tired from her many attempts of escape. She can’t get out, she can’t even call for her father, Dream, to save her. “What did you do to him?”

Thomas was silent for a time, contemplating, he tends to do that, then he spoke: “when Bruce was a boy, he would always ask me to read to him a story. It was The Animals and the Pit by Alexander Nikolaevich Afanasyev. Do you know that?” 

His Vivian did.

“Yes, I do,” Vivian answered.

It seems she does too.

Sitting up, Vivian looked at her bloody and bandaged hands and continued: “It’s a Russian Folktale that follows a group of animals traveling together who encounter a large pit. All the animals end up stranded in the pit, and in an attempt to survive longer, they devise trivial competitions in which the loser is eaten by the rest. Eventually, the fox is the last animal alive, tricking the pig into eating itself, and the story ends with an unanswered question: does the fox ever escape the pit?”

“Word for word,” Thomas smiled. “Did Bruce tell you that?”

“He did, but I read it when I was in high school… I found a connection to it right after my mother’s death. If this whole narrative you’re doing is some sort of poetic thing to relate to the story then you’re missing the damn point.”

“And that is?”

“Bruce has gone out of that pit a long time ago. The both of us did. We pulled each other out of that pit. There were those we hurt, who we lost in that pit but we got out.”

“Then why continue being Batman?” Thomas got up and marched up to her, stepping into the circle to tower over her. “Why not stop him?” He hit the glass. “You left me when I won’t stop.”

So, in that universe. In his world, Thomas Wayne had Vivian Pryor. It brought an unsettling chill down her spine to learn that. 

“Maybe because she wanted to get out of that pit, and she can’t if she clings to you,” Vivian answered.

“You died the moment you stepped out of those doors. Car accident.”

She and her mother died in a car accident.

“Your Vivian—the Vivian from your world—were you both…”

“No,” he answered immediately. “I won’t that happen. And it was a mistake. I am glad that in this world you and Bruce found each other. I saw how much my son loves you, Vivian Pryor, if only the Vivian from my world had someone to give her that. Then she wouldn’t have fallen into that tragedy.”

Valerie whimpered in her sleep. Before Alfred could get to her, Thomas Wayne picked up his granddaughter from the crib and lulled her back to sleep. Valerie, still frowning, slept again.

“What’s the goal, Thomas?” Vivian asked. 

“I want Bruce to stop being Batman. I want this to stop, for him to be happy with his family. For us to be a family.”

“You can’t erase whatever happened in that pit,” Vivian argued. “You can’t act as if none of it happened, that none of this happened. Bruce will never submit to you,” Vivian placed her bloody palm on the glass. “He will never let this happen.”

“I know. He is a Wayne. And Waynes rise… if he won’t submit willingly, then I shall break him to submission. Once he comes to, I will take my son and we will go on a journey to bring back the happiness of this home, and by the time we return—the three of us—I hope you, Valerie, Alfred, and your children have come to accept this reality.”

“The three of you?” Vivian asked, but then her gaze went to the family portrait of Thomas, Martha, and young Bruce. “Oh, god… god no! No! What you’re doing is sacrilege! You can’t! She doesn’t deserve this!”

“Martha didn’t deserve to die in that alleyway. Neither did Bruce… and she did not deserve what happened to her in my world… hush now, Vivian, or you’ll wake the baby.”

~ * ~

Bruce woke from the eternal nightmares that his father had placed him in. He was tired but he was pissed. He will get Bane, Falcone, and Thomas Wayne, but for now he needs rest. He needed to recover before going after them, he can’t make a mistake. Not with Vivian and Valerie’s lives on the line. 

He battled his way through Arkham, beating every enemy he faced and leaving them bloody and broken on the floors of Arkham, but for one. Harvey Dent. Two-Face. Two-Face will be his messenger. 

“Tell them,” he said to Dent. “Tell him that I will come for him. But I’m tired, so I’m going home. But once I’ve recovered, I will come, and he will pay for what he did to the mother and daughter he is holding hostage. Do you understand?”

When Dent didn’t answer, Two Face tried to say something but one punch from Batman and the man was dizzy.

“I was talking to Dent. Do you understand?” 

Dent spat out blood and said, “I understand.”

In the Batcave, Bruce slumped in his chair, tired, so tired. All he wanted was to go to Vivian but he couldn't. She’s held captive in a glass dome that was keeping her from using her magic, and his daughter was held hostage by his own father. No, that man wasn’t his father. His father was dead, this Thomas Wayne was from another dimension.

He needed rest to get them out. But to do that, he also needed reinforcements but none of his Robins were responding to his calls. As if they were cut off from him. Maybe they were still busy with handling the chaos that Falcone started in Gotham.

INTRUDER ALERT!

Sighing, Bruce reluctantly wore his cowl and followed the signal to where the alarm was sounded. It brought him to the dining room where Falcone sat at the head of the table, and standing at his side was his father, Thomas Wayne.

“Benvenuti,” Carmine Falcone mocked him. “Who would have thought the Batman was Bruce Wayne… or maybe I should have known too.”

Bruce kept silent and glared at Falcone, and at Thomas Wayne.

“It seems, it’s not just us who find this whole Batman gig a headache too, even the old man-” he laughed “--he crawled out of the grave just to put a stop to this. What do you say, Brucie? Had enough?”

He remains silent.

“Take a seat, son,” Falcone gestured to the many seats at the table. The seats that would always be filled by the members of his family.

“My girls,” Batman demanded. 

Falcone smirked. “Of course. Follow us.”

He did what Falcone said and followed, his father right at his tail as they went to the library. The first he saw was his daughter, sitting on the carpeted floor, playing with her dolls while having a frown on her face, then the person she was playing those dolls with. 

Bane.

The sight of his enemy triggered a fight or flight in Bruce but before he could engage he saw Vivian. Trapped in a glass dome inside a circle that kept her from using magic. When she saw him, Vivian got on her knees and pressed her bloody and bandaged hands on the glass, and she shook her head. 

Don’t attack.

Not when their daughter was at the mercy of a man who can easily crush her with one punch.

So he didn’t.

“Dada!” Valerie called for him, she was about to reach for her as his daughter got on her feet to get to him but Bane took the girl from the ground.

Bruce and Vivian froze at that.

Valerie whimpered in Bane’s arms and she tried her hardest to get to her father and then she started crying.

“Look at that — stop it, you’re scaring the bambina!’ Falcone said. “Come here, sweetheart,” he went to the girl and took her from Bane. “It’s alright, you wanna see Mommy?”

“Dada!” Valerie cried. “Mumma! Dada!”

“Come on, go see Mommy,” Falcone brought her to the glass so she can be close to Vivian. “Daddy can’t play with you right now because he’s in big trouble.”

“Val, it’s okay,” Vivian swallowed her sob. “Please, just give her to Alfred. She’s had enough, hand her to Alfred so she can rest. Please!”

“Look at that. A Wayne begging on her knees to a Falcone. Never thought I’d see that in my lifetime.”

“Carmine,” Thomas spoke with a threatening tone.

“Alright, alright!” Falcone took the girl from the circle and handed her to Thomas, who then called for Alfred so the butler could take her to the nursery. Away from the confrontation. With Valerie gone, they can now move easily. “Kids… I have a couple of my own, they’re my greatest treasure.”

Batman and Vivian disagree. They know the truth about the relationship between Carmine and his children. He was not winning “father of the year”.

Turning to Bane, Batman glared at him and sneered, “I’m going to break your back.”

Bane smirked.

“Did you do that to her?” He questioned Falcone.

“Oh this?” Carmine knocked on the glass. “No, that’s your old man’s doing. And that,” he pointed to Vivian’s bloody hands. “That’s all her.”

“Enjoy this while it lasts,” Batman said. “Because once I’m through with him,” he pointed at Bane. “You’re next.”

“I’d choose your opponents well, son,” Falcone shoved his hands in his pockets.

Before he could register what was happening, Bane ran up to Batman, tackling him to the ground. Bruce, quick on his feet, got up and kneed Bane at the face, giving him time to get out of the hulking man’s grasp. He then punched Bane across the face before he could recover, and again, and again, harder than the last. Then he grabbed Bane by his shirt and headbutted him hard. 

Bane fell to the ground.

He should have known better that Bane wouldn’t stay down, but Bruce’s mind was clouded. He was exhausted after those nightmares and he was furious to see his daughter and wife prisoners in their own home. He went straight to Falcone.

“Hold on!” Falcone backed up at the glass. “I said, hold it!”

“BRUCE!” Vivian hit the glass, trying to warn him. “BEHIND YOU!”

Too late. Bane grabbed Batman by his cape and threw him across the room, smashing him at the family portrait of him and his parents. Bane didn’t give him time to recover and kept thrashing him around like a ragdoll, destroying everything in the room. But Bane was smart enough to not bring the damage to where the circle and the glass were. They knew if she got out, they had hell to pay.

Turning to Thomas Wayne, Vivian hit her fists at the glass to catch his attention. “STOP THIS! HE’S YOUR SON! STOP IT! MAKE THEM STOP! PLEASE!” She begged the man.

Thomas turned to her and said: “I told you. We will break him into submission.”

She watched in horror as Bane lifted Bruce from the ground, holding him up in the air and drove his back down to his knee. The last that Bruce heard was the sound of Vivian crying out to him.

~*~

Helplessness. That was what the Robins felt as they stood atop of Wayne Tower, overlooking Gotham as Falcone’s men led this anarchistic dystopia.  They can’t do anything but stand there. They can’t save Gotham, and they can’t save Vivian and Valerie.

Bane made it clear, if they come close to Wayne Manor, he will crush Valerie with his bare hands, then Vivian.

They can’t take that risk. 

Even Damian knew best to not test Bane. Not when it was his mother and sister, and Alfred in the line. So, what? What can they do?

What they do best, they guess. They try to save Gotham. Right now, all they can do was stop Falcone’s men. To help the GCPD get back control on the city, and to do that they’ll need to get Commissioner Gordon out of the cell he was in at Black Gate and replace the current Commissioner that Falcone put up there. Arnold Wesker. 

Easy.

They already know where Scarface was.

~ * ~

“VIVIAN!” Bruce shot up awake from days of sleep. Knocked out was the right term. But as he opened his eyes, it wasn’t the library that he saw nor one of the rooms in the Manor. It was the vast night sky littered with stars. Sand under him, and the dryness of the desert air. 

“It’s alright,” Thomas Wayne placed a hand on his son’s shoulder. “You’ve been through a lot, just remember what you’ve been taught.”

“You!” Bruce threw his tied up hands at his father to hit him, but Thomasa blocked it with his arm, then punched him back to the ground.

“It’s okay. You can be scared, it just means you have to fight back that fear.”

“You,” Bruce spat out the blood from his mouth. “You did all of this… you took my daughter, your own granddaughter, hostage, and you placed Vivian, my wife, in a cage!”

It would take time for him to get used to the fact that Vivian was Bruce’s in this dimension. He just hopes that by the end of this journey the mention of her name no longer places the image of her lying beside him in his bed. That needed to end if he wanted this plan to be successful. If he wanted them to be this happy family he dreamed of. 

It needs to succeed. He has done all of this – the killing, the betrayal, the hurt he’s placed on Vivian and Valerie. 

So it better succeed.

Facing his son, Thomas said to him: “You have been defeated. Broken, body and soul, that’s behind you. It’s time to rebuild. There’s nothing to worry about, not anymore. Father’s got you.”

Bruce sneered at him and said: “Why?” 

“You will learn soon enough.”

As the sun rose, Bruce was helped by Thomas to get on the horse while his father pulled them along, dragging with them the casket behind them. As they rode down the dunes, Thomas explained to Bruce that he put back his spine so they could go through this journey, the both of them. When asked where they were, Thomas gave the answer, and when asked why, he replied: “You’re the world’s greatest detective, when the drug wears off, you’ll understand.” When asked about the coffin, Thomas said: “You’ll understand soon.”

They rode for days, and on occasion they would be attacked by ninjas in the desert. The closer and closer they are to the destination, Bruce finally recognizes a couple of things in their travels. “Those ninjas are Ras al Ghul’s guards, that means we’re getting closer to the Pit.”

Thomas laughed. “You’re getting it now. I’m still proud of you, my boy.”

Then it hit him. The coffin!

Turning to the sight of the coffin their horse dragged, Bruce exclaimed in horror, “That’s mother’s coffin.”

Thomas halted their horse and turned to him. “We’re almost there. We’ve bled, we’ve burnt,  we’ve earned our rest. And we have earned our right to go home, and once we do we will go back as a family.”

“Where is it?” Bruce asked him.

Thomas pointed to the satchel, and from there Bruce pulled out his cowl and wore it over his head. 

They pushed through.

“I remember the blood, the pearls. Knowing I will never see you again, I forfeited my life and surrendered to a vow, and where did it get me?”

Thomas laughed. “You made your choices, you saved who you could and more, and while doing so you rebuilt. You started your own family. You’re lucky now that it still stands firm even with that cowl as the foundation of your life… I am proud of you, son, but after this it’s time we rebuilt. It’s time we see this through.”

Their journey went on and more ninjas came. In the last wave before the Pit, Thomas killed every one of the ninjas but for one. He’ll be needing that for the Pit. Later that night, they stood before the Pit.

“How did Mother go in your world?” Bruce asked.

“She didn’t die easily. Not important, we’re here, and soon she as well. We will be a family again, Bruce —-”

He shouldn’t ask but he couldn’t help but wonder. “And Vivian? Do you know her there as well?”

Thomas  paused from dismounting his horse then sighed. “I did. Know this son, I am only telling you so we can start anew.  No secrets will be between us…” he was wrong to ask. “In my world, Vivian and I are familiar with each other. She was an important person to me…”

Bruce’s hold on his reigns tightened. But no. Not now, not when they were so close.

“What happened to her there?”

“She left me because I refuse to stop, and as soon as she did, she died in a car accident. Now, understand, I hold no feelings for your wife. I am telling you this now because you asked and because I want a clean slate for us all. Once we return, the three of us, we can be a family. You will have your Vivian, and I shall have Martha again.”

That wasn’t enough. Not for Bruce.

Descending to the pit, Thomas and Bruce carefully brought down the coffin and the ninja. In the Pit, Thomas took the flare from the ground, and turned to his son whose rage he’s been feeling since telling him about the Vivian from his world. 

“I needed you at a low point. To be broken. After Bane, after the nightmare, and after seeing the helplessness to not save her. We have a way out. You can have the love and happiness that you deserve. You can have what we’ve lost. We can be a family, Bruce! We can live happily without the cape!”

Bruce paused and said, “The book I would always ask you to read. The reason why I liked it so much is because I hoped the ending might change. Then, like those animals who fell in, I had no way out. I was in that dark pit with no idea of getting out… then she came, some one as broken as I, and she lit up the way and showed me the way out.. We pulled each other out of that pit. And believe it or not but I am happy. We are happy. You never really understood Vivian. You think the Vivian from your world left you because of the cape? She left you because of what you do with it. But the Vivian here. My Vivian understands, and she has accepted me as both Bruce Wayne and Batman!” 

He threw a punch at his father, and Thomas was quick to return the favor. The father and son battled it out in the Pit, both battling for their beliefs and their hope. Both fighting in hopes of getting out of that Pit and return to their family. As they fought, Batman threw his father against the coffin and from it stones poured out, revealing the last secret that kept them from a fresh start.

“No,” Thomas said. “What have you done? When?”

“While you were sleeping. Mother is buried in the desert where you can never find her.”

“Why?”

“I wasn’t sure if I can best you, but here I knew I could hurt you!”

“We broke you!” Thomas punched him across the face. “I broke you! You can never be Batman! All you can be is my son!” Punch. “To be a father!” Kick “A husband!” Punch “You can never be Batman!”

~ * ~

Wesker came to her cage, opened the panel at the back so he could change the bandages around her hands. Vivian watched as the Ventriloquist did his work. How long has it been since she was placed in this dome? How long since Bruce was taken by his father after Bane broke his back? How long since she last held her daughter.

Thomas Wayne has returned but he said nothing about Bruce.

“Wekser,” she spoke. “Please… let me see my daughter.”

“I-I-It’s n-n-n-not m-m-my d-d-decision t-tt-to m-make,” he replied.

“Please, let me see her. I can’t remember the last time I held her.”

“Ventriloquist,” Thomas Wayne appeared at the door of the library. “Leave us.”

Wesker was quick and clumsy as he left. He didn’t even bother to close the panel of her cage. But it didn’t matter if he didn’t, Thomas Wayne took Wesker’s place at the stood and finished the work in cleaning her wounds. She was in need on stitches which Thomas look into before she left, then he assigned Wesker and Alfred to look after her and make sure to change the bandages everyday.

Fractured knuckles, he  told her when he fixed her hand, but nothing he can’t take care. In a couple of weeks she'll be back to normal. 

As a reply she told him, if she had her magic she’ll be healed now.

“Valerie’s fine. She’s with Alfred. She prefers his company,” said Thomas.

“Alfred is her grandfather,” Vivian told him.

Thomas sighed. “That he is. But she will learn who her grandfather really is. Children are flexible. They’re like clay that we can easily mold to what we want them to be.”

“You’re wrong… children are not some clay or canvas that you can turn to whatever you want them to be. They’re their own persons. Valerie is young, and yes, she learns from us but she will have her own thoughts. Her own dreams. But now, she depends on us. So, please, let me be with her.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Please!” Vivian begged. “What do I need to do so I can be with her? I want to hold my daughter! I haven’t seen her since yesterday! I haven’t seen my children for weeks now, and I don’t know where they are or how they are! And my husband! You broke him and you took him from me! At least let me have my daughter before I go into insanity!”

Thomas’ hand shot out quick and grasped Vivian by her face with a grip so tight she knew it would leave a bruise. “Never joke like that. Ever.”

“I wasn’t joking. It’s the truth,” Vivian whispered.

Thomas released Vivian and pushed her back into the glass cell. He left the room only to return moments later with a crying Valerie with Alfred running after him, begging for him to be gentle with the girl. Thomas then opened the panel of the glass cage and handed Valerie to her mother.

“There,” he told Vivian and left.

Vivian brought her daughter to an embrace and hushed her cries.

“It’s okay,” Vivian cooed at Valerie. “Mumma’s here. I’m right here.”

“Ms. Vivian, if there’s anything you need,” Alfred trailed off.

“Her food, Alfred, and her milk, and maybe a glass of water,” Vivian answered.

“Right away, Ma’am.”

“And a piece of paper.”

Alfred paused before he could leave.

“Shall I also bring a pen, Ma’am.”

“No,” Vivian said, her eyes fixed on the stitch that popped. “I won’t be needing it. Not for this.”

[dollopole]

I mean, I’m not really into anything mpreg related, even in fantasy and yes, even with Merthur, but I could give it a try? Of course it’s up to you. I wrote something that it’s very like, SO SO KINKY THE OTHER DAY I WAS LIKE “Will I ever post this shit?��” and we’re talking about kinks that no one seems to like in the community? Lmao😭BUT IT SOUNDS COOL, OKAY? I MEAN AS ALWAYS YOUR IDEAS ARE COOL, you just need to find that right audience. Maybe it’s me, but we’ll never know, because I back down from mpreg AUs NFKCKDKKKFK😭I’m sorry (it also depends on how you want to write it🤔eheheheh)

I cannot wait to make you go insane over a currently over sensitive Arthur who’s about to lose all ability to think and walk for the next three working days.

Well, yeehaw is more the sentiment, because he’s currently gasping and whining so😌✨Don’t worry, Merlin is holding him (and we, ehm, we don’t talk about the plushie. Eh, ehm, let’s just say it needs to be washed🙂) I can’t understand sometimes if Ao3 is ruining my life or making it better or both😭

Even as a big spoon Arthur is still little spoon coded. That man is definitely snuggling into the space between Merlin's neck and the pillow until Merlin slowly turn into another blanket that Arthur put fully on his face (yes, Merlin does get neck pain in the morning as a result of sleeping on Arthur. His shoulders were not mean to rest on Arthur's nose and his neck was not meant to bend backward like that the whole night)

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Joker p5 is absolutely, unfortunately, 100% blorbo material to me

[xxxfizzarollixxx]

[lunarharp]

more phoenix wright situations

[monachopsis-420]

The internet. It’s been around for a very long time. On the internet, you can find anything you want. You can say anything you want. You can do anything you want. The only thing stopping you is yourself. You feel safe behind a screen; a mask of anonymity shielding you from everyone. The internet either makes or breaks you. 

You are all broken. 

Never in my life have I seen a side to the internet this weird and disgusting. 

You will believe what I say because I made you. I made you feel comforted in my presence– wanted even. But you were never wanted. It will not change my life if you die or not. It will not change the world if you die or not. You are a pawn in a game. And I played you. 

You idolize these sick, twisted individuals. You think they’re cool, hot, worth being something. The attention is everything to you, negative or positive. To you all, any attention is good attention. Now tell me, how fulfilled do you feel after shutting off your phone and lying in bed. Do you feel accomplished? Do you feel satisfied? Do you feel as if you’ve made a difference in this world? 

You shouldn’t. 

You contribute nothing to society. 

Your community means nothing in the eyes of 8 billion people. 

You do not stand out. 

No one cares where, who, or how you are.

You will never understand what it means to be human.

You do not have the traits. 

You have no sympathy, no guilt, no morals. 

You do not have shame for your actions. You’re no more important than a dead, wilting flower.

You all should put every connection, every tie, every relation to the internet down. Take a foot outside the door and look at the trees, the sky, the grass, the people playing in parks. Watch how happy they are as you live your life in misery, tucked away on social media. I would say touch some grass and take a shower, but that simply would not fix any of you. You need a long time to fix yourselves, and you probably won’t even make it. You live your life based on lies, violence, and sexual intentions. It gets you nowhere. It never will. You are a clown. 

I idly sit on the sidelines as I watch you all partake and indulge in such media. It’s funny to see you all believe the first thing you read on here. You are all gullible. Think about the next time you comment on a post, like it, reblog it. Think about who could be that person being the mask. It’s not always who you think it is. But I know what will happen after this. You’ll read this and continue on with your life because I’m only just one person. I can’t stop you. 

I am not cannibalgod97. 

But you believed me. 

Therefore, I have won.

guess who's back, girls.

intro or whatever.

name is eric but pretty women can call me rebby, eighteen, hate mankind. that kinda thing.

introject, don't know what that means. system or sum shit. system of meeting beautiful women, am i right?

asks and dms are open. love talking to sexy women.

i love all my girls equally. no fighting over me, i don't like bitchin.

[beatx-mavie-archangelx]

"pronouncing 'Þerindë' as 'Serindë' is not that big of a deal" just say you've always been called right your whole life.

[pucksandpower]

This Reddit thread about Charles Leclerc is the realest thing ever

[chaoticneutraltor]

[californiaquail]

anyone else feeling fundamentally incapable of adjusting to society. also just discovered there's a 30 tag limit which i can't believe i've never hit before