#the situation is so complicated like my mom is not usually like this but tiktok and facebook reels got to her

[lovelyisadora]

the hunger strike is working 😭😭😭 my internet is back on

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Answering 100 Questions About Me 💌

Shoutout to @uwuauthority for the questions!

What is you middle name? Don't have one, my moms family had a tradition of not giving their daughters middle names so that they could take their maiden names as their middle name (But my mom said if I did have one it'd be Joe!)

How old are you? I'm 16!

When is your birthday? June 4th!

What is your zodiac sign? I'm a Gemini :(

What is your favorite color? Pink!

What’s your lucky number? 4

Do you have any pets? No :(

Where are you from? America! Not ever gonna get more general than that though!

How tall are you? 5'4

What shoe size are you? 7 1/2

How many pairs of shoes do you own? Like 15ish?

What was your last dream about? Getting dream fired from my job lol

What talents do you have? I'm good at yoga, tennis, Journaling, and I want to eventually learn how to play the piano

Are you psychic in any way? Nope! I do get crazy deja vu though!

Favorite song? Beaches By Beabadoobee

Favorite movie? 10 Things I Hate About You

Who would be your ideal partner? I like blonde guys who are gentle,quiet, and sweet! There's a reason Dean Redding is my dream book boy lol

Do you want children? Yep I want 2 or 3 kids

Do you want a church wedding? Depends if the church is really pretty or if it was important to my boyfriend!

Are you religious? Kinda! It's complicated!

Have you ever been to the hospital? Not for anything serious! Did sprain my finger once, though (My brother threw a basketball at it lol)

Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Nope!

Have you ever met any celebrities? I wish! (Walker Scobell hit me up)

Baths or showers? Baths when I want to relax and showers when I need to focus

What color socks are you wearing? I have on like the pinterest heart socks on rn lol

Have you ever been famous? Nope! Once I had a tiktok account with a 1,000 followers that was just all Batman edits lol

Would you like to be a big celebrity? Nope!

What type of music do you like? I'd say like basic teenage girl music (Like Taylor Swift,Clario,Beabadoobee, Chappel Roan, Lucy Dacus, Sabrina Carpenter, and Olivia Rodrigo) with a little bit of retro music sprinkled in there (Joan Baez, Spice Girls, and Lious Armstrong you'll always be famous)

Have you ever been skinny dipping? Nope! Sounds fun though!

How many pillows do you sleep with? 3

What position do you usually sleep in? I like rolly polly into myself lol

How big is your house? It's 3 stories!

What do you typically have for breakfast? Breakfast makes my stomach hurt most of the time but I love French toast!

Have you ever fired a gun? Nope! Not even a beebee gun

Have you ever tried archery? I used to play with a nerf bow and arrow lol

Favorite clean word? Holy Cannoli

Favorite swear word? Cunt!

What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? Never pulled an all nighter but in freshman and sophomore year I'd average about like 3 hours every night (I had insomnia)

Do you have any scars? Yep!

Have you ever had a secret admirer? No clue!

Are you a good liar? Depends who you ask

Are you a good judge of character? Nope!

Can you do any other accents other than your own? I can do a valley girl accent!

Do you have a strong accent? Nopeeee

What is your favorite accent? Lightly southern accents

What is your personality type? I'm an INFP

What is your most expensive piece of clothing? Probably the coach bag my older sister got me for christmas! (She's like the coolest ever and is a Travel and Leazure manager for Costco)

Can you curl your tongue? Yep!

Are you an innie or an outie? Innie

Left or right handed? Right handed!

Are you scared of spiders? Nope I'm the designated spider killer in my family

Favorite food? Broccoli Cheddar Soup

Favorite foreign food? Soup Dumplings

Are you a clean or messy person? Clean

Most used phrased? Dag Nabbit

Most used word? Like

How long does it take for you to get ready? 1 hour

Do you have much of an ego? Depends on the situation (Most of the time no but randomly I will think I'm the coolest person ever without prompting)

Do you suck or bite lollipops? Bite I'm impatient

Do you talk to yourself? Nope

Do you sing to yourself? Yep

Are you a good singer? Nope

Biggest Fear? Clowns

Are you a gossip? Not on purpose but I don't have a great filter sometimes

Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? The Batman

Do you like long or short hair? Short + curly/wavy

Can you name all 50 states of America? No

Favorite school subject? English

Extrovert or Introvert? I'm like an extrovert in the sense that people are what give me energy but I'm not very outgoing?

Have you ever been scuba diving? Nope

What makes you nervous? Being alone in public

Are you scared of the dark? Not exactly

Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Nope

Are you ticklish? Sadly yes

Have you ever started a rumor? Don't think so

Have you ever been in a position of authority? Nopeeee

Have you ever drank underage? Yep

Have you ever done drugs? Yep (I crashed out)

Who was your first real crush? His names Miles and I still have an Uber big thing for him (I've liked him since the 4th grade)

How many piercings do you have? I only have my ears piercee

Can you roll your Rs?“ Nope

How fast can you type? Like mediumish

How fast can you run? I'm a slow runner

What color is your hair? Brown with blonde highlights

What color is your eyes? Bluey gray

What are you allergic to? Nothin

Do you keep a journal? Yep!

What do your parents do? My mom is a cleaner and my dad is a physical therapist

Do you like your age? Kinda just wish I had more control over my life

What makes you angry? My dad lol

Do you like your own name? Yep! I think Sadie's a pretty name :)

Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? Yep! I like the names Delaney and Charlotte for girls and James for a boy

Do you want a boy a girl for a child? I want 2 girls and 1 boy

What are you strengths? I'm good at being fun and spontaneous

What are your weaknesses? I'm not great at talking to people I don't know and often don't really catch social cues

How did you get your name? My mom came up with it

Were your ancestors royalty? Nope

Do you have any scars? Yep!

Color of your bedspread? It's like white with little flowers on it

Color of your room? Tan (Not by choice but my mom won't let me paint it)

[lifblogs]

I pretty much never talk about this, but I feel like it's obvious I'm pro-choice. But I see so many people trying to sway others to be pro-choice by talking about what happens after the baby is born, and not at all what pregnancy or labor is like. I don't personally know what labor is like, but I do have a great interest in pregnancy for various reasons (1) I was pregnant once, and 2) I would like to be pregnant again and to have my own baby).

But seriously, carrying a baby is a lot. And no one seems to talk about it! There are lots of changes to your body, some permanent, like stretch marks, and I know those aren't always wanted (thought they should be normalized). But even in just the first trimester you get morning sickness (which is no fucking joke, I couldn't get out of bed pretty much every morning until I had some ginger ale, and even after that you can still get sick [I almost threw up in my mom's boyfriend's bathroom while helping out with stuff]), you might start disliking some of your favorite foods (which is upsetting), and your breasts might start to hurt (who wants that, right?).

This one woman I follow on TikTok got six cavities with her first pregnancy, and not just had her perineum torn while giving birth, but got two hernias and had to get surgery. And this was for a baby she wanted.

And then there's c-sections! That would be incredibly stressful, and that can leave scarring. They're only used in emergency situations, and I'm sure no one wants that.

But I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. Later in pregnancy you can get a compressed nerve and not feel part of one or both of your thighs because of the weight of the baby against the nerve, you can get sick from being pregnant and need to be hospitalized long before the baby will come. (And what about twins? They are almost always premature, and carrying them is usually more tricky.) And just, let me tell you, the bladder issues because of the weight of the baby? Probably not fun. Peeing yourself in public is mortifying. I also want to add that when your milk comes in there are chances for mastitis and because of a stupid med I was on I know now that mastitis is painful and can make you feel pretty sick.

Now a lot of this is thinking about the baby going to full term. But what about miscarriages, and the baby dying or something going wrong with the baby and you have to have an induced labor to get it out of you. All of that is painful in multiple ways. But saying someone should remain pregnant literally does not even take miscarriages and complications into account. I had a miscarriage during the first trimester, and it physically hurt so much and made me feel so sick. If you get normal periods (meaning if you don't have endometriosis, PCOS, fibromyalgia, etc.), think of your worst period and then multiply it by maybe 5.

There are so many complications that can happen from conception to birth, and fucking anti-choicers don't have the grace to consider that, and they don't have the grace to consider how hard a normal pregnancy is.

Pregnancy is not easy, and there's a reason I'm working on healing my body before I want to try and get pregnant again. We should not be forcing people to go through all this hardship.

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Singing in the Dead of Night

Damian Wayne meets a new masked persona in Gotham, and everyone has to adjust to her.

AKA I have a lot of headcanons about Lucy Quinzel and I'm making it other people's problem.

I want it up front that I haven't read these comics, just a lot of wiki pages and tiktoks. If there's a fun thing in the comics you can tell me, but this is my own version of this universe and these characters.

This is going to be the main story, but I may do some offshoots. If you want to subscribe, chapters are also posted on my Ao3 (link in my description).

“You need to take things less seriously.”

Damian looked up, looked down, and then looked back just to be sure it was really his father who asked. It was hard to tell sometimes if your superhero father had been replaced or possessed or something. “Are you serious? YOU’RE telling me that?”

“That should enforce to you how dire the situation is.” Bruce said, leaning back in his chair. “You’re still a kid,”

“I’m 15,” Damian said, then thought about his varied adventures, “Technically…”

“My point exactly,” Bruce said, turning a page on his crime reports, “You should enjoy being a kid, for a while.”

“Oh, did you enjoy being 15?” Damian said, and maybe that was a low blow, but if Bruce wasn’t ready for him to call him out he...shouldn’t have made him upset. Hmm.

Bruce looked up and stared into his soul, and Damian worried he might have stepped in it a bit. He backed up a step in case. Bruce took a deep breath, looking at him. “My childhood was stolen from me, but I at least had one. As did all the other Robins. You’re not responsible for what happened to you,but I think you could use some time. I couldn’t offer you a childhood then, and I can hardly do that now, I know, but I can do what I can.”

“And what are you doing?” Damian asked, narrowing his eyes.

“You’re suspended from Robin duties.”

“WHAT?!” Damian exploded, getting in his face. “What are you talking about?!”

Bruce didn’t flinch, “Until the Wayne Manor Christmas Party,” Bruce said, “I’ve called Tim and he’s willing to cover for you until then.”

“He doesn’t NEED to cover me,” Damian snarled, “I’m right here! I’m not injured, or dead, or ANYTHING I just--WHY?”

“I told you,” Bruce said, “You need to find other...hobbies, or form connections or SOMEthing. Anything other than the lifestyle. You have two months, you’ll live.”

Damian curled his fists, shaking, but had no more arguments. “You’re the WORST!” He said, and went off to his rooms.

The room was left in stony silence for a moment. Alfred came in, changing out Bruce’s cup of tea. “You don’t actually expect that to work, do you?”

“Not really, no,” Bruce said, “But he’ll be out of my hair for a little bit.”

Alfred was very dignified and so did not snort. But it was close.

Damian went out at night, saying he was off with a friend. Best to keep things vague, but if Bruce pressed, he’d say he was with Jon, and could probably bully Jon into vouching for him.

He dressed all in black, jumping from the rooftops, looking for trouble. There was usually plenty of it in Gotham. He just had to avoid the Bat Signal hanging in the sky and he’d be fine.

He heard a crash and looked down. Jewelry store robbery. Perfect.

He jumped down to ground level and approached the broken in window, taking out his sword. “Anyone in here, it’s better to surrender now,”

Of course, because it was Gotham, he wasn’t met by a normal jewel thief. No, instead, what approached him was a small walking orange balloon animal dog.

Because of course it was.

With an act first, think later attitude, he stabbed at it. He regretted it instantly as it let out some sort of opaque gas, the effects of which he didn’t want to find out. He pulled his shirt up over his mouth in hopes of preventing himself breathing too much in.

“Oh wow,” a voice said behind him, “Are you Robin?”

Damian whipped around and scowled. The gas was obscuring whoever was there, but the silhouette seemed like something of a ballerina. Why couldn’t one criminal just be normal?

He jumped back, ready to attack, but she didn’t fight him. “I’m not Robin,” he said, “I’m…” he didn’t think of another name. Ugh, this was more complicated than it needed to be.

“Huh,” she said, heading over to the display case, “This city sure has a lot of teenage ninja fighters, doesn’t it? Is ninja appropriative? Hmm, will have to think on that.”

She picked up a diamond ring from the display case and headed for the door. “Put that down!” Damian yelled at her, lifting his sword up.

“What, are you going to kill me for one ring?” She said, holding it, “Kinda overkill, don’t you think, Blackbird?”

Damian put his sword up to her, blocking the exit. “I’m not going to kill you, I’m just going to stop you,” he said, determined, but then her words sank in. “Blackbird?”

“Well, I’ve got to call you something, isn’t that how these superhero fights all go?” She stepped forward out of the fog, a girl about his age with a white painted face, lips painted into a heart, and bright orange and pink eyeshadow. “I’m Commedia, the hero of funny, the dancing clown, the laughing knight, etc etc.” she said, “im still working on my name too.”

She did a fancy twirl, getting out of range of Damian’s sword, which he countered to block her from the entrance again. “Oh, you like to dance?” she said.

“Clown, huh?” he said, staring her down, “You work for the joker?”

She laughed, high pitched and sweet, “Very much no,” she said, twirling again through the store, “Though I understand the confusion. No, Joker is...well, a joke. He’s not even registered in the clown registry.”

“There’s a clown registry?” He swung his sword.

This time, it came to a stop, with a matching jingle. He frowned, and saw it was a tambourine that the woman had lifted and stopped the sword like a shield.

He stared at the girl, Commedia, in stunned silence. She smiled brightly at him. “Well, this has been fun. But I really ought to head out. Raincheck on that dance, Blackbird.”

With a spin and a jump, she made it past him and rushed out the door, throwing a pink flower behind. A gas filled up the room in her wake, obscuring the view. Damian unfortunately got a whiff before he could block his nose, but he knew a simple fog cloud scent when he smelled it.

Damian went back into the shadows before the police inevitably arrived. It did seem below his paygrade, fighting someone who only stole a single diamond ring. But it was even stranger for that fact. A strangely dressed clown woman engaging in very strange and specific crimes in Gotham screamed “beginning of a dangerous plot.”

He wanted to go in swinging as usual, then remembered that if his father heard anything about a young person with a sword threatening police, he might catch onto the fact Damian went out that night. So, he went with the subtle approach. Breaking into the jewelry store’s records.

He was glad he did. It turned out that ring in particular had a history. It had been bought, returned, bought again, and returned once more, all by the same man, a Matthew Crenshaw. A quick records search brought up that he was a simple caller at a center. Nothing special about him. But, he was tied to the ring, and that tied him to the girl, so that was his first stop.

He tracked down the apartment to find Matthew Crenshaw in the middle of a very strange day. Damien watched through the window as Matthew lay on the floor of his meager living room, looking up at Commedia herself. She held the ring out to him, offering. “Well come on, man! Take it!”

“I don’t…” he mumbled, “Who...who are you?!”

“Just call me your fairy godmother,” she said. “Come on, you said you wanted it! So take it!”

“That’s…” Matthew said, “That’s the ring that Jenny liked...that she…”

“That you said would make the perfect proposal!” She said, dancing around, “So? Here it is! Now you can propose for real!” she said, giving it to him.

He juggled it, nearly falling over. Commedia came rushing over, jumping through the window and onto the fire escape. “Alright, hands up,” Damian urged her.

She turned, smiling. “Why, Blackbird? We going on roller coaster?” She put her hands high in the air and swung around the fire escape ladder, “Weeeeee!”

Damian followed her, pointing his sword tip at her chest. “Stop,” he said, “What are you planning?”

“Well, I’m planning to go sneak up to that window up there so I can look in and see what Matty and Jenny have going on,” She said, “Wanna join--OH!”

Damian pressed his sword up to her neck. “Cut the games,” He said, “You’re up to something, I know it. So tell me.”

Commedia sighed, giving in. “Matthew doesn’t want to get married.”

“I...what?” Damian said, confused.

“Matthew Crenshaw, the guy up there,” Commedia said, “He’s a nice guy, and he cares for his girlfriend Jenny, sure. But she’s been pressuring him about getting married, even though he doesn’t really like the idea of getting married. He’s talked himself into saying that he needs the perfect ring, but when he bought it, he decided he couldn’t afford it, and gave it back. So, I got it for him.”

Damian’s scowl only deepened as she kept talking. “Who’s he to you?”

She tilted her head, confused. “He cold called me to try and offer me a deal on car insurance.”

Damian put down the sword. He just. She said it so sincerely. “Who ARE you?” He demanded, now out of confusion more than anger.

She smiled brightly once more. “Why, I’m Commedia! The hero clown, the dancing--”

“Yeah, you said all that before, but like,” He sighed, “Why?”

Commedia’s smile fell down to something simple and kind. She offered a hand to him.

Hesitant, curious, and just...confused, he took it.

She led him to the other window, where they saw Jenny walking through the door. She gasped and ran to Matthew. “Oh, Matt! Matt, yes! Yes, I do, I do, I never thought this day would come! Oh gosh, I gotta call my mom, I’ve got a few dresses all picked out. You’ll see, it’ll be a huge party with everyone we know and-”

“Jenny,” he said, “Jenny wait, I...you know I don’t...I’m not comfortable with crowds and...and I don’t--

“But it’s MY DAY!” Jenny wailed, “You wouldn’t take MY day from me, would you?”

“C’mon,” Commedia muttered.

“Please, Jen,” Matt continued, “Look it’s just...if, if we did get married, shouldn’t--wouldn’t it be my day too?”

“Oh come ON, Matt,” Jenny said, walking to the counter, “We both know I’m the one who knows what’s best for you. It’ll be good! You’ll finally get to shine, and if you don’t like it, you’ll have ME there to take the rest of the spotlight!”

Matt’s hands balled into fists, and his face set, “No.”

“What?” Jenny said, incredulous.

“I’ve had it! I’m tired of-of you telling me what I like and what I don’t!” his lip trembled as he stood up. “I knew I was hesitant, but I didn’t know why! Now I see it’s becasue I didn’t want you in the rest of my life!”

“Hey now,” Jenny said, “Matt, calm down--”

“Get out of my house!” Matt went to the open window Commedia left behind and tossed out the ring.

“Whoopsies,” Commedia said and dropped away. Damian, confused, dropped down after her.

She picked the ring up from the ground and held it out to Damian. “I trust you can get this back to the jewelry store.”

“So, all of that…” he said, “was to help a guy get out of a bad relationship? That you barely knew?”

“He sounded sad on the phone,” Commedia said, “Made me curious.”

Damian scoffed, staring at her. “Who ARE you?”

She chuckled. “My guess is you’ll find out sooner or later,” she said, “So I’ll pick later, for now. But I’m sure I’ll see you again soon, Blackbird.”

She took out another flower. This one shot off into the distance like a grappling hook, and pulled her twirling into the night.

Damian could have followed her, maybe. But, holding the ring in his hands, he didn’t see much need to.

Across town, Batman was called to a bank robbery in the middle of the night. Inside, however, he didn’t find the vault broken in, and nothing stolen, other than a number of complimentary lollipops. “You know there are easier ways to get my attention.”

“Aw, Come on Bats!” Harley said, swinging from the ceiling with one of the lollipops in her mouth, “Ain’t this a classic? Brings me back to the old days.”

“Oh, you’ve stopped doing crime then?” He said, leaning back and looking up at her, “News to me.”

Harley flipped down in front of him. “Batsy, you know I’m tryin’! I do good, is it a crime to have a little fun while I do it?”

“If you hurt people, yes.” Batman said.

Harley deflated. “I haven’t done that in a while now. I’m goin through some life changes.”

Batman hummed, staring down at her. “I’m guessing this is about the small clown that has been reported around town recently doing strange acts of minor crimes to help people?”

Harley brightened again, balancing on the teller counter. “She’s my new apprentice! A bit of a goody-two-shoes, but I’m doing my best to train her.” She did a handstand, “I came to ask for some advice at raising child soldiers, considering you have so much experience.”

Batman always scowled, but it seemed his scowl deepened on that. “I help some people come to terms with terrible things that have happened to them, and teach them to be a force of good in the world instead of falling to the world’s darkness.” He thought back on his children, “It doesn’t always work.”

Harley laughed, “No kidding,” she said. She sighed, thinking. “To be honest, Commedia is already pretty good. I can’t claim credit for that.” She rocked back and forth, feeling uneasy.

Batman approached, slow so as not to scare her. “Well, we both know she didn’t get it from her father.”

Her face was already white, but she blanched further. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, “She’s my niece, she ran from home so I’m taking care of her and-”

“Harley,” Batman stopped her rambling, “I’m a detective, remember?”

She frowned, shaking at him. “He doesn’t know,” she said, “No one knows, she...she’s never met him and I don’t want her to I--”

Batman held up his hands, stopping her again. “I know,” he said, “I understand, really. And I’ll help.”

She blinked up at him, smiling. “Really?”

Batman nodded. “I’ll help you protect her. As for advice....if you ever figure out a perfect way to raise masked vigilantes, let me know. I mostly just do the best I can, and make sure they can do a proper spin-kick if they need to.”

Harley snorted. “I’ll make a note of that.” She grabbed the box of free lollies on the counter, “I am going to be robbing these though, and you can’t stop me.”

She headed for the back entrance and away. “Harley,” Batman called her again, and she froze, “The year you were gone, when you disappeared and suddenly your sister had a child she wasn’t pregnant with. I want you to know, I noticed.”

Harley smiled, turning, “Thanks Bats-” When she turned, he was gone. “And people call me a drama queen.”