#titus moody

[grindhousecellar]

[sohannabarberaesque]

From the Home Office in Melrose, NM ...

The Top Ten Reasons Why You're Unlikely to See The Hair Bear Bunch at Clark's Trained Bears act in Lincoln, NH:

10) Their background including time in an ill-managed zoo 9) Scheduling conflicts over the bear mating season 8) The tone and tenor of their humour perhaps being a little too much for the more conservative New England taste 7) Risk for being seen as "unfair competition" in the ursine acting arena, with even Variety taking notice 6) The likelihood of the bears in the Clark's act having heart attacks when they see the madcap ursine trio formerly of the Wonderland Zoo 5) New Hampshire isn't exactly Malibu 4) Their preference for being more in northern Minnesota or Wisconsin, perhaps even in Montana at times, during the ursine mating season 3) Bubi's part of the act potentially crossing the line into ad-libbed raunch which would surprise especially the Boston crowd 2) Titus Moody and/or Earl Pitts likely being in the audience, and unlikely to approve of it when all is said and done 1) Imagine one of those "This Car Climbed Mt. Washington" bumper stickers on Square Bear's Invisible Motorcycle, let alone one for Clark's Trained Bears

With full appy polly loggies to David Letterman throughout

[saoirsegraves]

New blog post finally! Titus Groan, Piranesi, & Tarot!!! Have you read either of these books? (Contains possible spoilers.)

https://saoirsegraves.com/2024/10/14/titus-groan-piranesi-and-tarot/

[nabtime]

Better Watch Out

Danny had just started to feel like he was settling in with the Waynes. It had been... not ideal circumstances that brought him to the family in the first place, so getting used to not having to deal with all that mess was the first hurdle. The second being getting used to dealing with an entirely new- if more pleasant, mess. The Waynes, and Gotham by extension, were- to put it lightly- fucking crazy. He wasn't in Amity anymore and however much he'd thought it was the weirdest place on the planet before- he was absolutely rethinking that now. Where he had been one hero against a handful of villains, Gotham had a whole brigade of vigilantes against an army of villains. And they were... Bat-themed. For the most part. He'd yet to meet any of them, so he hadn't gotten the chance to ask what all that was about.

None of that was the point though. The point was that Danny had only recently stopped feeling like a fish out of water around his new foster family, and now the Holidays were coming. The Holidays that always served to put him in a sour mood. The Holidays that made him more prone to lash out and snap at those that didn't deserve it. The Holidays that, despite being Jewish by heritage, Bruce seemed oddly enthusiastic about celebrating.

(It reminded him, painfully, of Sam. He'd yet to be able to see here since everything went down and he missed her and Tucker something fierce. Which was maybe also putting him in a bad mood.)

So you really couldn't blame him for feeling a little tense about the whole situation. Not only were the Christmas decorations that smothered the Manor making him grouchy, but his grouchiness was also making a guilty pit form in his stomach. He was a moody teenager and adding trauma on top of that didn't help how caustic he could be- and adding fear on top of that made it all the worse. What if he saw Dick in his Santa hat, grinning and innocent, and he snapped? What if he saw Damian, stoic but loving, give Titus a shiny red bow-tie collar for the season and he made a caustic comment that went too far? What if he saw Bruce so much as smile at him while standing near the giant tree in the foyer and he saw green?

What if he ruined Christmas? Again? For people that didn't deserve it? Again? What if he hurt the people he cared about that had only ever shown him care and consideration? Again?

So Danny was just a bit tense. A bit on edge. And he was trying. Oh Ancients was he trying. To not be such a little bitch about all the Christmas stuff. But he had a limit. Bruce, being the rich socialite that seemed far too enthusiastic about family-centered holidays, did not have a limit. Every inch of the manor was covered in tinsel and holly and blinking lights and fake snow. Every spare moment was filled with different siblings being coerced into doing cheesy holiday activities, with Danny being the only one to attend every single one of them. (Cutting down a Christmas tree with Jason. Buying presents at the mall with Tim. Decorating while hanging from the chandelier with Dick. Caroling very badly with Stephanie. Making snow angels with Cass. Watching Christmas movies with Duke.) And he attended them all with a barely restrained snarl and a badly bitten tongue. The one time, one time, he'd told Bruce no- the guilt had eaten him alive (and dead) at seeing the man melt into the most pathetic kicked-puppy look he'd ever seen.

No grown man should ever be able to do that with his face. Danny never wanted to see that again.

In return, though, he had to face the Horrors.

The latest Horror being the worst he'd ever faced to date. A Horror that he thought he'd never have to face. He thought he'd slipped past this particular one by aging out. He was too old for this. He shouldn't be there. Damian, scowling and eyes filled with murderous intent, shouldn't be there. Dick and Bruce seemed to both be having the time of their lives. It was far too disturbing- and the continuous blasting of Christmas music and the overheated crush of a restless crowd only made it worse.

They were in line to see Santa at the mall.

It made his skin crawl. He was fifteen! Damian, the poor bastard, was also fifteen!

He could practically feel Ghostwriter laughing his ass off at his predicament. This was worse than getting stuck in a rhyming Christmas cautionary tale. He would 100% rather be stuck in one of Ghostwriter's cheesy poems than be stuck in the stupidly long line to see the fake mall Santa that probably didn't want to be there just as much as Danny.

But Bruce looked so fucking happy. Genuinely happy.

It was something he'd noticed early on about his foster dad. He smiled a lot and smiled big, but he rarely ever meant it. Now, Danny wasn't usually one to notice things like that. He got pretty wrapped up in his own problems and just- didn't have the skill to notice these things. Usually. But, well, being ghostly gave him a bit of an advantage. He could get a pretty good read on a person's emotions, regardless of what expression they wore. If he felt close enough to them. Frostbite had compared it to, like, family pack bonding. And he really, really didn't want to think about that further (why had it never worked for his parents? why did he feel so close to Bruce so quickly? why?) But, more importantly, he could tell that while Bruce smiled a lot, he rarely meant it.

But whenever Danny or his foster sibling begrudgingly participated in "family holiday activities" he smiled and he meant it. Bruce, fundamentally, was a sad man. Always grieving something. But here and now? In line to see his teenage children visit fucking Santa in the mall? He was smiling from ear to ear and his emotions, for once, matched. Yeah, there was a hint of mischief there, but it was overwhelmed by the giddy joy and excitement.

A suspicious amount of excitement... Like he was expecting something.

And then Bruce was leaning down between him and Damian and with a bright grin, he muttered, "I have a surprise for the both of you."

And even Dick, who had not stopped taking a stupid amount of pictures the entire time, paused to look at Bruce curiously.

"As I've told you both before," he said, looking over at Dick and back to Damian, "I know the real Santa. Met him a few times, saved Christmas with him a few others, and he owed me a favor for the last misadventure we had. So, I asked him to be here, for this one afternoon, for you guys."

Danny barely caught a glimpse of Dick rolling his eyes in the background. Oh, okay, so this was bullshit that has long been established. Nothing new on his account. That was something at least.

"Father," Damian interrupted with scorn and a promise of violence in his voice, "you are aware that this- Santa Claus creature- is fictitious, are you not?"

"Damian, chum," Bruce responded carefully, sincerely saddened, "why would you say that about an old family friend?"

And, poor Damian, looked two parts baffled and three parts murderous. Nonplussed and unable to even fathom a response to his father. He just stared the man down.

Dick huffed in exasperation behind them. "C'mon, B. Will you let that go already?"

Bruce furrowed his brows, eyes already taking on that faint sheen of kicked-puppiness, and looked back up at his eldest. "You don't believe me, Dickie? After all these years?"

Dick responded with a flat stare. Danny kind of wished he had popcorn for this moment. It was like witnessing a mild car crash. Nobody got hurt and it was still wicked to see parts flying everywhere. There was even a chance of things catching fire. Man was he glad he could just watch.

"Danny?" Bruce pleaded, turning to him with those sad, sad eyes. "Do you believe me, chum?"

And fuck how was he supposed to respond to that?

"I have it on good authority," he said, thinking of yearly fight, after fight, after fight, "that his existence is very hotly debated in the scientific community."

He could feel the questioning stares from Damian and Dick but he refused to look away from the innocently tilted head of his unfortunate foster father.

"Is that a yes?" and he sounded so sincerely hopeful. He couldn't crush the man's spirit. He couldn't.

But he also refused to lie and say he believed in Santa. At fifteen.

He clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth, but eventually replied. "It's a hotly debated topic."

And Bruce just smiled that empty smile and patted his shoulder. "Thanks, chum."

He, again, ignored Damian and Dick's stares. If he looked at them, he'd break. If he so much as made partial eye-contact, he was gonna fucking lose it.

"Oh look! We're almost at the front!"

Danny was living his worst life. Officially. This was the bad time-line. Dan's future didn't even come close. He was going to go mega evil any second now and kill everyone in the vicinity and then himself. This wasn't happening and it wasn't real and Santa Claus can't hurt him because he isn't real.

But Bruce, the saddest man in history, utterly and sincerely believed that he was.

So Danny was going to sit on some random old dude's lap and pretend to care about what he wanted for Christmas and whether or not he'd been a good boy this year and he was going to force a smile the entire time and his soul might shrivel up and die all the way inside, but at least Bruce would be happy.

What the fuck kind of afterlife was he living.

And then it was their turn and Danny was forced to go up first because the alternative was Damian committing homicide in the middle of the mall while Dick and Bruce cheerily took pictures.

Okay. Just sit down. Spit out answers to any inane questions. Pose for picture. And leave. Simple and easy and completely unbearable. But- for Bruce- he would bear it.

But, damn it all, a chill went down his spine as he approached.

No. Absolutely not.

There was no way. But he examined the man sitting in the chair and the more he saw the more the sinking pit in his stomach grew. Full thick beard of snow white hair. Brown eyes filled with smug mischief and magnanimity. Thick red velvet jacket made for trapping in heat in extreme cold weather, lined with white fur that looked suspiciously close to trim on cloaks he'd seen in the Far Frozen. A not-quite-ghostly-not-quite-magic-but-something-in-between aura he often got around Gods and Ancients.

Fuck, but Bruce actually knew the real bonafide Santa Fucking Claus.

What, and he means this with a great amount of emotion, the fuck.

He sat down in a stupor and the man just placidly smiled at him, a twinkle in his eye letting him know that he knew Danny was currently experiencing new stages of grief not yet known to man and was just gonna let him ride it out. How nice of him. Because of course he was being nice. He was Santa.

Fuck.

He looked up at the man. Ghost. God. Whatever. And for a good moment that's all either of them did. Just. Stared.

Sorry, Santa, Danny's brain has suddenly gone on vacation. 404 not found. Please leave a message after the tone. Error. Sorry, there's nothing there. Please try again.

After a few agonizing moments he asked, "how? Do you know Bruce?"

And Santa laughed at him, the sound working its way into his bones and filling him with a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. It tasted just a bit like egg nog. Gross.

"Well," the man started, voice deep and rich like a good cup of hot chocolate, (whatthefuckwhathtefuck). "Why wouldn't I know a man like Bruce? Honorable, righteous, and very skilled. One of the best the Justice League has, if I'm being honest."

And then Danny's brain stopped completely. Because there was no fucking way Santa (FUCK) was implying what he thought he was implying.

But it all made so much sense now. His ears were ringing suddenly and the world was greying out but he was Seeing the Light.

"-nny?" Santa (FUCK!!) was saying. "Are you alright? Want to tell me what you want for Christmas now?"

"Hm," he said airily, still not all the way there, "I'm good, thanks."

And then he slid off the man's lap and walked back to his foster family in a daze. And he looked at Bruce (BATMAN!! FUCK!!!) and he slid a slow hand down his face, attempting to take the skin off it in the process.

"You alright, Danny man?" Dick asked, only half paying attention while he gleefully snapped pictures of a sullen Damian barely restraining himself from committing violence while stubbornly standing next to Santa instead of sitting on his lap.

"That's the real Santa, Bruce is Batman, and I'm half-dead," he replied bluntly.

Dick fumbled his phone in response and Bruce merely raised his eyebrows.

"That's an odd start to a 'three guys walk into a bar' joke there, chum," he said amiably. And Danny wouldn't have noticed the tension in his voice if he weren't ghostly. But he was and unfortunately for them all, it was now everyone's problem.

"Not a joke," he said. "I'll explain the dead part later but Santa outed you on accident."

"Okay, no," Dick interrupted, "we are not leaving the dead part for later, Danny, what the fuck."

"Listen," he said flatly, slapping his hands on either side of Dick's face and smooshing it to convey his seriousness while he spoke. "Santa is real, he's a God, and he's sitting right there." He emphasized with a sweeping wave of his arm in the direction Damian was stomping back towards them from. "We're leaving the dead part for later."

"What is all this about? Dead part? What is going on?" Damian demanded in rapid succession, growing more aggressive and persistent with each question.

Danny, already on his last fucking nerve, was gonna lose it. For real.

"Apparently," Dick drawled, disbelief and an unfair amount of derision in his tone, "that's the real Santa, he told Danny B was Batman, and Danny's now saying he's dead."

"What-"

Damian did not get to finish his sentence because that was the exact moment Danny finally snapped. Every bit of pent up tension and hostility, every bit of restrained Holiday fueled fury he'd been bottling up. Unleashed all at once because Dick decided to be an asshole about not believing him.

Danny snatched one of the giant plastic candy canes that lined the aisle of the queue to see Mall (but actually Real) Santa and gave a good swing in Dick's direction. Dick who had unfairly good reflexes and was able to dodge by jumping over the swing and landing back neatly on his feat.

"Danny?!" he cried, incredulous.

But Danny was no longer listening. Only reveling in the wild swinging of the candy cane and attempting to land a hit on Dick for being an absolute dick and finally unleashing hell upon the world and specifically his asshole foster brother. And maybe he put a little bit more ghostly strength in his last swing than he meant to, because when he finally made contact- he heard a pained off as Dick went down hard.

"Danny, please," he wheezed from the soft bank of fake snow he'd fallen into, "it's Christmas."

He screeched and continued his assault. "It's December 10th!"

And then, promptly; Bruce wrangled the candy cane from Danny's grasp, Damian pulled Dick from the floor, and they were all calmly escorted from the mall and asked politely to never return.

Danny really, truly, hated Christmas. And it looked like that wasn't going to change any time soon.

[gay-dorito-dust]

This is for @vikuveex who so kindly asked for a Damian scenario.

Damian loved that you got along with his pets, he really did, but recently he had been feeling a little left out and slightly jealous of the amount of attention you gave them in comparison to him.

He doesn’t speak much on it, he doesn’t think it important enough to make a big fuss over. After all it was only natural that you spend time with Titus and Ace, they’re dogs that required a lot of attention and he was a human, besides Damian figured that he could catch up on things he had been putting off while you kept the dogs occupied for the day.

Only to find that he could barely keep himself focused when he did…

Damian cursed that he his desk placed near the window to his room that overlooked the backyard of the mansion, where he could clearly see you, Titus and Ace enjoying the rare sunny day in Gotham. your laughter and their barks were all Damian could hear and the empty feeling in his chest only grew the longer he saw how much fun you were having without him, was he even on your mind in that moment or had never crossed it at all the moment you stepped into that backyard? A small fragment of him wished he did but he knew not to hold hope when the answer was clear.

‘Damian!’ He heard you call.

He leaned forward to see you stood under his window, Titus and Ace sat obediently by your sides as he raised a brow.

‘Come outside it’s a lovely day and I want to share it with my stubborn, moody and jealous boyfriend.’ You told him and he bristled.

‘I am not jealous.’ Damian scoffs and averts his eyes from your knowing ones.

You crossed your arms. ‘Really? You’ve been cooped up in your room for the past hour and a half with the lights off and I’m meant to think you’re not jealous? I’m not dumb silly! Now get out here and spend some quality time with me and the kids. Please.’ You add jokingly as you gestured towards Titus and Ace who barked in union, agreeing to your idea.

Damian, unable to stop the warmth that spread throughout his chest, tried to act unbothered as he pushed himself out of his desk chair and leafy his room to greet you, Titus and Ace in the backyard; but was internally grateful that he wasn’t forgotten and that you had somehow read him like an open book for speaking about his feels was a difficult task for him. So you managing to tell when something was wrong with him and act accordingly only told Damian that he was more then on your mind, he was a constant within it.

‘Glad you came down from your dark and gloomy room mr Wayne.’ You teased as you linked arms with Damian and kissing his cheek softly, smiling.

‘Only to keep you from pestering me for the rest of the day.’ He replied but tightened his hold on your arm when he thought you’d tried to pull away, making you look at him all knowingly.

‘Sure.’ You drawled as you dragged him towards Titus and Ace who immeditly bolted across the grass the moment you threw the toy you had in your hand. ‘What would you do without me.’ You add as you rest your head on Damian’s shoulder.

‘I’d rather not think of such a scenario.’ Damian said seriously as he slowly rested his head against yours, ‘I’d much rather treasure you while I can my darling.’ He whispered afterwards, taking the toy from Titus once he and Ace came back, and throwing it this time in hopes of extending the moments between the two of you and his dogs.

[thesuperiorrobin]

➳ Reminder that all of these are Female reader insert

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── one shots ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

✶| Headline |

➳ Dating Damian Wayne was It’s pros and cons, cons being the press follows you almost every where when you’re alone or with Damian.

✶| Truth hurts |

➳ you find the truth about that scar on his chest

✶| He has feelings? | part two |

➳ Damian has been coming home late after his patrol, coming home smelling like strong feminine perfume. His brother follow him one night and they are in for a surprise

✶| Her laughter brings me joy |

➳Damians is in loved with the way you laugh. His brothers tease him about it

| “I promise I’m not scared of you” |

➳scarecrow uses you as bait and an experiment for his fear toxin leaving you in fear of someone precious to you

✶ | Is that my shirt? |

➳ playing with Titus a fun but sometimes he gets a little to competitive

✶| “Kind hard to focus when you look like that” |

➳ Damian find you staring at him while he does his daily workout session

✶ | “I don’t like sleeping alone anymore” |

➳ Damian confronts you after acting weird this past couple of days only to find out you haven’t been sleeping, but for what reason?

✶| “He’s only soft with you ” |

➳ Damians really whipped for you if he’s nice

✶ | “He lost his virginity!?” |

➳ the batfamily notice Damian acting off these past couple of months and come up with weird ideas as to why

✶ | “Don’t say a word about this” | Ft: Alfred|

➳ Pennyworth has to keep yet another secret

✶ | Media is stupid |

➳ you and Damian play with social apps—giving people taste of your love life

✶ | “Dance with me ” |

➳ you and Damian dance together at one of Bruce’s Galas and the attention is set on both of you.

✶ | lipstick Stain | part 1 | Part 2 |

➳ a TikTok trend that leads to the media coming crazy

✶ | “Crazy idea let’s make out” |

➳ teens being teens Y’know?

✶ | punished by my body |

➳ period are never fun. Especially when they keep you from killing you for seeing Damian.

✶ | untitled |

✶ | Rainy days |

➳ Damian realizes that the rain rain always put you in a mood—getting moody once you fix your attention one the thunder rather then his lips

✶ | Thoughts |

➳ Damian is neglecting his duties as being your husband—I’m result puts bad thought in your head that make your two confront him about it.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Headcannons ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

✮ Damian Wayne, the blood son of playboy billionaire Bruce way. Damian Wayne doesn’t live up to the playboy title like his father back in the day

✮ Fem!Reader having a crush on Damian Wayne

✮ Boyfriend!Damian Wayne

✮ Hispanic!Fem!Reader

✮ Damian Wayne doesn’t get crushes

✮ husband! Damian Wayne

✮ bat boys type

✮ random Damian Wayne headcannons

✮ Platonic reader

✮ Quality time

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── scenarios─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

❀ Damian Wayne hates galas , more then he hates his brothers.

❀ Damian ‘Clingy’ Wayne

❀ his bed is more comfortable

❀ “I loves you’s” coming from him

❀ Damian’s not a big fan of holidays

❀ thinking about league of assassins! Damian Wayne

❀ he’s sick to his stomach every time he looks at you

❀ never question why’s your hair is always up

❀ Damian doesn’t get sick often but when he does…

❀ argument | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Random─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

✄ incorrect quotes!

One, two, three, four, five, Six, Seven(Jason Todd)

✄ Instagram!

One, two, three

✄ message between you two!

One, two

This is a years worth of writing that I managed to put on one page 🥲

Just let me know if any of the links aren’t working

[thatfoxnamedfinley]

LO, REAPER aka Red Rising thoughts

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

Lettsss GOoooOOooOOoO

I like how ruthless Darrow is. I was reading a review about the book and one person was like "the MC is too intense and cruel. I can't continue to read the series." Meanwhile I'm sitting here like

Tommy Shelby from Peaky Blinders and Captain Flint from Black Sails are two of my favorite characters ever; if you know then you know. I won't say I like cruelty in characters, but I find the capacity for cruelty to be fascinating in characters we are supposed to be rooting for. Darrow grows to care for some of these people and I actually think he cares for less people than readers think at this point. He knows that to be an effective leader you must be feared AND loved and he almost seems to FAKE his care for most of them. It doesn't stop him from taking steps on his mission. The fact that (DON'T CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG) I believe Darrow will not only be a Peerless Scarred, but an Iron Gold by the end of this story is exciting. He's a great MC. I also like moody, broody characters so LMAO he fits the bill.

Sevro is a baby boi. A feral baby boi, but a baby boi. The fact that he's like this little wild child that runs around in a smelly wolf pelt stabbing people's eyes out and follows Darrow so loyally is endearing. I want to know more about where he comes from.

Especially at the end when Darrow had Sevro cut together the footage of the invasion at the Institute and when he heard Darrow say "bloody damn" Sevro was whistling like "its so crazy, the wind was just so LOUD and it was just HARD to make out your words so I just....DELETED them. 😇" I'm like you CHEEKY LITTLE BOI! He knows exactly what's going on and has respect and love for Darrow despite it. Without him and his Howlers, many of Darrow's plans wouldn't have been able to happen.

I don't like Cassius. Never did. I understand his plight and I'm empathetic in a way because his brother was killed. He sees Darrow as manipulative because they were close so he feels...betrayed I guess? However...didn't he also kill someone in The Passage? And joked about it? So...

I think he's an INTERESTING character, I won't lie. I look forward to his arc, but at the moment I don't like him. Wait til he finds out Darrow is a RED kekekekekekekekkekekeke

Jackal is crazy, don't know too much about him though besides his lineage. I knew he would cut off his own hand, there was no way he WASN'T with the hints here and there throughout the story. I do know this boi is going to be a problem tho.

Roque is interesting, still don't know much about him. I was happy he wasn't dead though. He seems to be valuable on the intelligence front so I wonder if he will come into play when doing tactical planning in the future. I'm on the fence with Tactus because I thought he was going to have to be killed like Titus (I also GASPED when we found out). Even after the whipping incident, I'm wary about him because I could see him being

A.) Loyal as fuck

B.) Betraying snake

So, we'll see. I kiiiiinda like him, but I'm also fully prepared to be disappointed by him XD

Mustang... O, Mustang. I don't think she's been developed super well but I like her only because I was like Darrow and thought once we found out her lineage that she had betrayed them all. When we found out she was the Jackal's twin sister I literally smacked my forehead and was like

But she pulled up with him bound up and I was so shocked that she got a +2 with me from that alone. I look forward to her character development.

Lots of people say this book is one of the weakest which is good news I suppose. At first I wasn't fully on board how great Darrow was at everything but ya know...? I remember feeling the heat of rage before about something much less important as Darrow's loss and I was like ya know what, ok. I get it. I can suspend some disbelief here that maybe his rage (which is something I like, that he has anger issues) CAN fuel him further than others. My man shanked Apollo in the eye while they were grappling mid air. I mean DAMN bro.

I have high expectations and Book 1 was good.

On to Book 2!!

Side note: I wanted him to go be with Lorn au Arcos at the endddddddddd not Nero. EWWWwwwWWwww

Side, side note: I want to see an Iron Rain SOOOO BADDDDDD

Side, side, side note: I have a bad feeling about Karnus, Jackal and Cassius. I really do.

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

got tagged in this AGES AGO by @royaltyisshe64 and @thedissenters and @iwannabeyourman but HERE I AM.

Three ships: I'm fundamentally Not a shipper, lmao. Like, I enjoy relationships and exploring them through writing and reading, but I rarely operate within fandom from that specific angle. I'd say McLennon but not in the way most people mean ..... Nathaniel/Rebecca from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend and Mikey/Titus from Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt are the only pairings I can recall ever rooting for specifically as the show was airing. But I also didn't seek out fic about them so. I'll throw in: John Lennon/Billy Shears (which is NOT McLennon) from the version of Paul Is Dead in my mind.

First ship: Dude, I don't know. also please don't make me think about my time in the BBC Sherlock fandom.

Last song: Never Without You by Ringo Starr :-) (currently listening to my "Moody Mix")

Last TV show: I rewatched all of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt recently and realized the amount I quote along while watching is embarrassing.

Currently Watching: 30 Rock!! so I would stop rewatching Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt

Currently Reading: The Beatles discord I'm in is currently discussing Love And Let Die by John Higgs, which is an analysis of the cultural impact of James Bond and the Beatles. Very fun and interesting!

Currently eating: nothing. had fondue for supper though.

Currently craving: chocolate milk.

no pressure tagging @likeadevils @the62ndbugsfan @torchlitinthedesert @sleeper9 @throwthewine :))

[marzipanandminutiae]

a short list of songs that could be about Lucille Sharpe, sung by Lucille Sharpe, or just have Lucille Sharpe Energy

Stolen Roses (Karen Ellison)

Frozen (Within Temptation)

Everything Burns (Ben Moody ft. Anastasia)

Vampire Smile (Kyla La Grange)

I Dreamt I Dwelt In Marble Halls (Michael de Balfe and Alfred Bunn)

My Beloved Monster (The Eels)

Wine Red (The Hush Sound)

Moderation (Florence + the Machine)

The Garden (Mirah)

O Death (Jen Titus)

Poisoned With Love (Neon Hitch)

Rose Red (Emilie Autumn)

Waltz no. 14 in E minor (Chopin)

If I Burn (Emilie Autumn)

Girl With One Eye (Florence + The Machine)

(note that additions are not curated and do not necessarily reflect OP's Song ThoughtsTM)

[thedurvin]

Hopefully someday soon one of the streaming sites will make a Gormenghast series, because these characters and plots would do SO WELL in current fandom culture, but for now y’all should read the books. It’s Dickensian and Kafkaesque and Good-Tim-Burton-ish at the same time, a period tragicomedy outside normal history. There’s something dreadfully wrong with every character and they clash with each other over and over as they compete to see who will capture the flag of the worst little microstate you ever saw.

Not to scare off people that engage with media in normal ways, but if I can put it into Tumblr Fandom Terminology it’s got a Cinnamon Bun (Titus Groan), the Sopping Wet Pathetic Dilf (Titus’ dad Lord Sepulchrave), the Moody Goth Girl (his sister Fuschia), the Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss Codependent Weirdos (Aunt Cora and Aunt Clarice), the Poor Meow Meow Who Did Nothing Wrong (Steerpike), etc etc.

[literalnobody]

I can’t recall his name but the captain of the guard at the castle in RTR is hhhhhhhhhhh hot 🥵

I presume you mean Titus, DILF extraordinaire?

Or perhaps you mean Fiacra, Moody-But-Usually-Right-To-Be ^_^

[melodiesofmidnight]

Pick a song for each letter of your URL

Tagged by my lovely friend, @mysoftboybensolo, and by the very kind @forestscribe4 - thank you!

Popping this under a read more since my URL is forty miles long.

Major Tom (Coming Home) - Shiny Toy Guns

Ella - Myrkur

Let No Man Steal Your Thyme - Pentangle

Old Souls - Jessica Harper

Drive - R.E.M.

I Belong to You - Muse

Everlasting Love - Sandra

Swamp Witch - Jim Stafford

O Death - Jen Titus

Foreigner's God - Hozier

Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron

In the Woods Somewhere - Hozier

December 1963 - Frankie Valli

Nights in White Satin - Moody Blues

In a Broken Dream - Python Lee Jackson & Rod Stewart

Ghosts of Highway 20 - Lucinda Williams

Hell of It - Paul Williams

The Boy with the Thorn in His Side - The Smiths

I tag: @susandsnell @elizabeth-daae @delanuit @erik-christine @merrycrozier @queerolddad @rainblue-art @rhiannaisawriter @uhhhhhhmeow @yamiangie @faceofclown

[sohannabarberaesque]

Fancy-Fancy (nearly) crosses into Titus Moody

Another cool evening in Hollywood's rank-and-file working-class (or reasonable facsimile therefor) districts finding Fancy-Fancy, the Don Juan of Top Cat's clowder, on the prowl for perhaps his greatest passion: that of satisfying his own inate carnal desires and romance. A slight mist hanging in the air, and the marine layer is unlikely for another few hours close to sunrise.

And what luck hath Fancy-Fancy got: In a back alley close to where a decent view of the HOLLYWOOD sign can be had during daylight hours for the most part, a rather furry-looking cat made her wants and desires known with the inevitable hasty rolling around on the ground, her grayish-white fur being a somewhat confusing blob in the haste.

"And what hath we here, my lovely?" was how the feline Cary Grant made himself evident.

"The name's Skow," replied the rather fur-laden queen in a heavy Down East accent, "as in Skowhegan. As in Maine." Adding, after a short pause, "Making me a Maine Coon."

"A genuine Maine Coon have I as my company!" was how Fancy-Fancy responded. "You much for lobster?"

Skow responded, "Hardly. And forget the stereotypes about we Down Easters taking lobster all the time. Lobster can get to be rather expensive, and besides, while cats may prefer stuff like tuna and salmon, I wouldn't go for lobster. Even the Maine sort. And let's not forget about blueberries, especially in cobbler."

"Though I myself," Fancy-Fancy added, "can't resist Moxie on occasion."

"MOXIE?!!" was Skow's rather stunned response referring to Old Dirigo's rather legendary contribution to soft drinks, adding, "As we say Down East, you either love it or you hate it. And as I understand it, the taste is rather medicinal, if you ask me ... almost like horehound drops."

At any rate, the Maine Coon's tail and rump made themselves known to Fancy-Fancy that she wanted no less than such a flamboyant lover previously of Brooklyn himself to fulfill such desires inherent in her. And in a rather dim part of the aforementioned alley, feline romance became evident in a Don Juan hopeless romanic meeting a rather pragmatic Maine Coon otherwise trying to adapt to Hollywood.

And boy, Fancy-Fancy couldn't help but feel ever more relaxed in releasing of himself in Skow, the whole seeming to last nearly a third of an hour.... though not long afterward:

"Have I ever told you about Choo-Choo?" asked Fancy-Fancy.

"At least these conversations after mating are much better than smoking cigarettes, if you ask me," responded Skow. "Can I get you a bottle of Moxie, even if it tends to taste medicinal?"

Fancy-Fancy concurred, and over Maine's State Beverage the conversation picked up: "I have to admit there, Fancy-Facy," Skow remarked with Down East tartness in the voice, "I've heard much about Choo-Choo."

Fancy-Fancy explaineth: "He's pink for the most part, wears a white turtleneck, and would rather have dream dates with screen and TV stars. Or even those of the stage in Vegas and Reno."

"Yet doesn't manage to win out," Skow managed to respond. "Even if my own kind, mind you, was built for the rather rough shores of the Maine coast, Mount Katahdin and the Allegash Wilderness. Oh yes, and The Beeline between Bangor and Calais--it rhymes with 'Dallas,' I'll have you know."

"All I can say is 'Welcome to Hollywood!" as Fancy-Fancy gulped down some Moxie from his bottle.

*************

@warnerbrosentertainment @a-gang-of-silly-bananas @groovybribri @jellystone-enjoyer @restroom @archive-archives @thylordshipofbutts @thebigdingle @princessgalaxy505 @themineralyoucrave @screamingtoosoftly @warnerbros-blog1 @iheartgod175 @theweekenddigest @indigo-corvus @funtasticworld @warnerbrosent-blog

[callsign-pine]

My Batfam rotted brain has been cooking up a storm after this one yall.

Damian hasn’t been doing so well, his bestfriend recently came back from space two years older than him, his siblings have all been moody with either him or eachother, spending most of his days at school, his nights on patrol alone, and his free time painting silently in an unusually quiet house.

He had tried to tell to his father but the man had either been at social events, stuffed in he cave, or most often arguing with his siblings.

This place was starting to feel less and less like home some nights, Titus and Alfred had tried to cuddle some joy into him at night but it’s just felt useless at this point.

This house felt empty, no noise from his siblings, Jon was off with his older friends doing something fun probably, and god knows he’d do anything to avoid his father.

This is what led to him slipping into the cave, switching into his robin suit and sneaking out. It tasted like salt and smoke in the Gotham air, loud noises and fighting on every alley he passed.

Finally something familiar.

He was perched on the edge of a building, the police precinct was just across the ways, he watched the windows, watch Gordon flip through papers and sip on a glass of some not so hidden whiskey from his desk.

Something caught his eye, in a dark alley not so far from the precinct he saw what looked to be a typical drug dealing, with some closer inspection he could see what exactly they were selling, familiar green syringes were all that filled his mind.

Fear toxin.

Well he didn’t really like the idea of that just being loose in Gotham, especially while his family were in shambles, and trying to piece themselves together.

Grappling his way over, he slid down the side of the bulding jumping onto the level of the fire escape just above the ground.

He took them by surprise which should’ve been to his advantage, and it was! For a few seconds.

The dealer stood from where he was knocked down, he carefully reached behind him.

Damian should’ve seen it, should’ve deciphered the thugs smirk, should’ve done anything but let it happen.

Damian kicked, the thug grabbed, Damian tugged, Damian pushed, the thug twisted, the thug lifted.

He should’ve noticed the sound of metal moving fast in his direction, but he felt that sharp pain, the acid seeped into his thigh, ran through his veins.

He fell to the ground banging his head against the wall behind him.

How dumb could he have been? Did he really not see that? Why was he so distracted? Why did it distract him so much?

The thug was gone, the case and syringe laid across the ground, he was alone, in the dark and he was scared, genuinely scared.

He hadn’t been scared in a long time, he almost didn’t recognize the feeling.

His hands trembled he tried to stand, but his body felt weak, he moved his eyes trying to remember where he was.

His comms.

His hand barely reached but he switched them on, begging anyone to hear the small beeping sound of his distress signal was for ring out through everybody’s ear piece, which everybody kept on, no matter what.

He heard three voices, yelling, begging, trying to get him to talk and ask him what he needed.

He tried to talk, but even more voices joined, everyone was now there, the only noise they could hear was ragged breaths, a few sobs, and Damian’s high pitched voice try to speak.

‘Im tracking his location now’

‘You have to be faster’

‘His breathing sounds strangled’

‘Bruce it sounds like he’s crying’

‘He sounds scared.’

God he was scared, he want his dad, his brothers, his sisters, his animals. He didn’t want to be alone.

“D-d…”

‘He’s saying something’

‘Quiet!’

“D-da…”

‘Come on Dami, tell us..’

He breathed, his eyes welled with tears, he pushed the words out.

“Dad… please..”

Silence.

GUYSSSS, tell me if yall want me to turn this into an actual fic cause I got obsessed mid writing…😭😭

im a fucking sucker for the “character gets so badly injured that they can’t think clearly and start calling for help in a distressingly vulnerable way.” characters who start using nicknames for their friends they haven’t used since they were kids. characters who start begging for their brother they haven’t seen in years to be there. characters who would usually use their parents’ names or call them mother/father/etc crying out mama when they go down. u understand.

[yokefellows]

Doubting Our Salvation

Today’s Saying

Jesus is your remedy. Get into His Word and know the assurance of your salvation. It’s not you, it’s Jesus that makes it possible.

Today’s Scripture

“These things have I written unto you that believe on the name of the Son of God; that you may know that you have eternal life.” 1 John 5:13

Today’s Sermonette

A woman told the great evangelist Dwight L. Moody, “I’ve been saved twenty-five years, and I’ve never had one single doubt.”

He responded, “Madam, I doubt you’ve been saved.”

That would be like a couple saying they’ve been married 50 years and never had an argument. I’d say, “I doubt you’ve been married.”

We all have doubts. You see, doubt is to your spirit what pain is to your body. It is a signal that something is wrong.

And just as you seek to find a remedy for your pain, you should seek to find a remedy for your doubts.

Jesus is your remedy. Get into His Word and know the assurance of your salvation. It’s not you, it’s Jesus that makes it possible.

Are you doubting your salvation? Then run to Jesus. Soak yourself in these truths from God’s Word:

* Romans 10:13

* Ephesians 2:1-10

* Titus 3:5

Today's Supplication

Father, open the eyes of my understanding to get to grips with your truths - the Bible that I am truly saved and entrenched in you. Amen

[dailyversebyverse]

Titus 2:6-8 What pattern are you to others?