#so many bills due

[drowningbpdbodies]

If my mental disorders don’t kill me stress sure will

[virtualmosshroom]

hahaha I’m so financially fucked right nowwww

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[bamsara]

Also why did July become of the most busiest, hottest and most expensive month of my life

I need August to become boring as shit. No more shit happening to me, no more emergencies, no weddings, no birthdays, no health scares, no more heatwave, no more social obligations, no nothing I just want to stay home, make stickers for my life blood aka patreons and write fanfiction in an air-conditioned space PLEASE

[joelletwo]

i madeeeeeee candied walnuts (okay) and chocolate pudding (divine) this weekend and i also bought frozen berries to fuck around w and ive discovered its the best thing ever in the chocolate pudding? i think im a genius?

[etherealnoir]

It’s actually astounding how many people don’t understand that unless you are a massive HUGE A-List Celebrity (or like…a nepo baby), you don’t make that much money as an actor. It’s why so many working actors do brand deals and sponsorships/collaborations. Lesser known actors may have side gigs in the service industry or with content creation outside of acting.

Plus, a lot of actors are ALSO writers.

The higher ups also don’t seem to understand this. They’ve implied that the picketers are only hurting themselves by going on strike, as they won’t be able to survive without their jobs that don’t even pay a livable wage. They’re basically giving people the LA/NYC equivalent of $30K a year and saying “Why are you asking for more? Isn’t that already enough? You’re greedy and you should be ashamed.”

This doesn’t even factor in marginalized actors who already get paid significantly less than their more privileged peers. There have been so many stories of HIGHLY RESPECTED Black and Brown actors getting underpaid/underbooked after major award wins.

And let’s not even get into disabled actors and queer actors of color. Omg.

[protagonistscum]

how dare you gatekeep my breakthrough behind a quest

[aldieb]

the christmas ruiner ➡️🧍🏼🐈‍⬛

[mars-ipan]

haven't even met my painting professor and i already wanna kill her what do you MEAN you need me to get specifically a 4.4 oz squeeze bottle. who sells those. will 4 oz be fine. 4 oz is gonna have to be fine. i'll kill you

[videogamelover99]

Sorry to interrupt but. This paragraph from the child rearing manual. Reminded me A LOT of your newest comic

An undoubted source of untruthfulness is to be found in the habit of imposing secrecy on young children. Some persons are constantly cautioning little folks against speaking of what they have seen and heard.

I mean if you teach a kid to lie he's gonna start lying about everything!

But if you force a kid to lie because they or their sibling is not safe if they tell you things...well that's still on you buddy.

[britneyshakespeare]

you know someday i'm gonna feel so good when i have my student loans paid off

that ain't gonna be soon, trust me, but i think about it

[thedevotionaltour]

i have to come up with three pitches for a publication for my artist book class and one of them i came up with like i was originally thinking a general broad kinda girls love fun mag thing but bc of rambling and thoughts i had yesterday i thought it might be fun to make a butch centric one but specifically for what i would deem as not the expected image of butch. very much for those of us who aren't so macho and masculine and tough. who lean a little softer. a little more effeminate. who get questioned on the validity of our butchness. more boyish. im not quite sure how to describe it but kind of in that realm. i guess perhaps in general an exploration of maybe in general venturing into just a more unexpected style of. bc you know even those who do appear that way can still have a behavior unexpected with such a look. i guess perhaps, overall, a more tender exploration of butch. so many people see quotes about how butches are quite tender people when you know them but i dont think they always know what that means or how it presents. very much a how i view myself as i often feel not up to par with butch expectations in a variety of ways, whether it be presentation or sexual preferences or interests or perception of self.

[doomedclockworkdotmp3]

heyyy girl hyd

[akumanoken]

Someone please tell my hyperanxious ass to calm the fuck down...

[lunar-fey]

oh yeah not sure where we're at w money btw. we might be able to get some of it back but we wont know anything concrete until friday

[bass-alien]

when your infusion nurse does the math and finds out that the medicine you receive for your infusions costs $81 per milliliter lmaoooo