#probably would happen ngl

[just-0ra-b0ra]

Made something, yay.

[worstwolverinesbf]

the batfam as things i and others have said pt 2

jason talking about his death: everyone has bad days, everyone gets blown up sometimes

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tim: dad, how old are you?

bruce: old enough

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dick: the moon is in a phase

tim: what is it, emo?

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jason talking about tims mental state: its being held together with zip ties and a dream

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steph when a bat appears: i hate when men do that… appear out of thin air

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bruce, deadpan: i was gonna say who has a mobile number (police number) but it’s the police

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tim talking about wifi: it keeps dropping out

jason: of high school?

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bruce: are you on something?

little dick: FREEDOM

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tim after scrolling on tumblr for too long: teenagers relate to murder

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dick after fighting slade too many times: he’s always down to kill kids and i respect that

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pt 1

[imaprettygirl]

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😘🙆🤗)

[adashulaz]

I know Soren is probably just in his emo-era rn but just listen to my barely awake thoughts.

What if Sorens hair covering his eye, the one closest to Corvus, actually means something? Maybe he loses an eye or maybe he just doesn't think Corvus trusts him anymore.

But if he does lose an eye, I'm betting on it being Corvus. Not because they fight but because of Aaravos or even the Cosmic Coucil.

Corvus' chain is covered in blood and in front of Aaravos' name so maybe he does something to foil Aaravos' plan. He's observant and would notice something is wrong since he's a tracker and it's part of the job.

We also know that Soren still believes Claudia can be redeemed. Aaravos would probably learn this because Claudia tells him or he figures it out himself and uses it to his advantage. Soren comes to try and get Claudia to listen to him and does a quick spell to be able to see out of Sorens eye or something. Corvus would probably notice this, a spell like that would obviously have some form of change. So Corvus does the only thing he thinks will help and just takes out Sorens eye.

Ultimately foiling Aaravos' plan and probably making Soren feel like Corvus can no longer trust him because Soren was unable to see this himself.

[ssaalexblake]

i honestly thought i couldn't get more face palm-y over peoples ability to miss the point over squid game s1 but really, it's Worse with this season. What do you Mean you don't see the point of all the voting scenes??? You don't see any overt messaging in half the group repeatedly voting for the the thing that will kill everybody? For a shred of a chance that they'll make billions? You don't see any real world allegory there? That half the population is desperately trying to save everybody while the other half are betting everybody's lives on their chance at the detriment of the many? You don't see that?

[thsc-confessions]

"do you think that henry would be a gacha game player" submitted by anon

[sengenism]

wdym if the petrification didn't happen, modern world gen wouldn't know how to flirt with girls while senku would be ur average dude with 18+ thoughts on his mind all the time....... this is just too funny

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hehe I really enjoy your comantary and captions you're so funny, I can't wait until we see Wen Ning again since we left his brief cameo

I miss him everyday.

[6-atlas-6]

Hey guys I disappeared again I'm back

[entropyvoid]

I find it really funny how the horny art people have been drawing of Sunday seems to have done a complete 180 since his release. Like, beforehand, he was this incredibly controlling antagonist in charge of shit and trying to enforce the Order on a whole ass planet, so a lot of the suggestive art people were drawing reflected that, as soon as he gets knocked off his perch people get handed him in magic thorny angel bondage with his wings as a blindfold and also he’s crying and is just standing in the middle of the battlefield like this

Never seen like a whole ass fandom totally pivot like that lmao. Even the way I keep seeing people draw him, like face and body structure-wise, has shifted noticably on a larger scale. Ngl it’s kind of fascinating to watch everyone twinkify this dude in real time

[sketchy-tour]

scuttles in

Dandy is precious and I feel like they would be friends with Gloom

Scuttles away

I AGREE I THINK THEY SHOULD BE FRIENDS!!!!

Gloom beloved @theknifeclown

[phagodyke]

the masculine urge to take a saucepan off thr draining board and bash myself repeatedly over the head with it until I pass out and no longer have to experience feeling Bad 😍

[butteredfrogs]

vent in tags

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[the-blossica-fan]

A favourite trope of mine is probably when a character is sent back in time, either to their past body or as themselves, with them and their past self as two different people

Like, an older, experienced Marcus somehow ending up in Vienna, just before the Storm of 1914, seeing her younger self, and Madam Hofmann...

Time is weird. And at that point, her very existence had altered it. So, why not alter it more?

So, to her, she's trying to help show these two around Vienna and prevent Heinrich from... being himself,

While to Marcus and Greta, they've met 'Madam Gretel', a Foundation Investigator. Or, so it seems....

MADAM GRETEL?!

Well, let me think about this possible AU you've got in your hands.

Since time is reversing itself all the way, Marcus wouldn't find it unusual to be sent back to the same era, as it has happened twice already. However, to appear back in Vienna all those years ago and see her mentor alive by her side is something she never saw as possible.

It's been years, many years, and she's gotten stronger, not so much in the social department but certainly in other departments.

Nos back in Vienna with her young, naive self and her mentor telling her everything she needs to know about the mission, she knows just what to do.

Stop Heinrich, prevent Isolde from joining the Manus and keep Madam Hoffman alive.

Could it change the course of time? Yes. How would it go then? Had she stopped the storm in 1914 all those years ago, the golden island would be thriving? Would Madam Lucy have gotten the answer to the storm immunity incantation?

She wants to be selfish for a moment, to keep her beloved mentor alive and by her side, something she had never been able to enjoy until it was too late.

So she did it, she mixed up with Hoffman and Marcus as a foundation investigator of a higher range than young Marcus, Gretel.

And to the surprise of the two other investigators, she seems to have a deep knowledge of what will happen next. From Mr. Karl to Isolde's seizure. Everything.

And it's at this moment that both, Young Marcus and Madam Hoffman start to suspect that, maybe, something is not right with Gretel.

[desprate-bi-bbygirl]

Would love to see you and sweetxsensuous in a photo shoot

I don’t think ya’ll would be ready if me and @sweetxsensuous did a photo shoot together. 🔥🔥🔥