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need these two SO bad.

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The Batman (2022) dir. matt reeves

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Something I do to irritate my younger sibling is to just casually and intentionally get their age wrong, and I feel like that's something that the batfam would do to Damian. Such as:

The batfam is getting interviewed after a fight or something.

Reporter: Aren't you worried about Robin? He's a bit young to be fighting crime, isn't he?

Dick: Yeah, he may be four, but he's a tough kiddo.

Damian: I'm thirteen.

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Damian: May I accompany you to the movies?

Dick: Aw sure, Damian!

Jason: They won't let him in.

Damian: Pardon?

Jason: It's a horror movie. You're like negative six years old. They won't let you in.

Damian: I will murder you.

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Duke: Dude go to bed. It's way past your bedtime.

Damian: Your hypocrisy is infuriating.

Duke: There's a difference! I'm 17! You're still a growing three year old!

Damian: I'M NOT THREE!

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author note: a snippet of a scene that might turn into something longer later on. summary: john walks out of divorce court...

Ava appeared out of nowhere as soon as he stepped outside. 

“Jesus Christ. Are you stalking me?” John didn’t stop, continuing to walk. He wanted, needed, to get as much space between him and Olivia as possible.

She shrugged. “So what if I was?”

“Now is not the time, Ava.”

“Isn't it?” She bit her lip, walking fast to keep pace with him.

Listen, if you're here to do the usual shit-on-John thing, just don’t. Not right now.” His step faltered but he kept going. “I just lost my wife and my son, I’m not messing around today.”

“I know,” she said seriously. “I wanted to check on you.”

“Oh yeah?” His words dripped with sarcasm. “You're not here to report back to our fearless leaders?”

Ava made a face. “No. Why would I?”

“Why wouldn't you?”

She reached out, touched his arm. He stopped dramatically.

“Ava. Don’t.”

She slid her hand down his forearm and clasped his palm with her fingers. Tightly, almost unkindly.

Facing this direction, John could still see the courthouse behind her. His fingers instinctively curled around the back of her hand. “I just lost the last two people who mean anything to me.” 

Ava shrugged and didn't look offended in the least. “Just making sure you're okay.”

“I’m not.” He didn't let go of her hand though. 

“Drinks?”

He clenched his jaw. "Sure. Alone." Asshole John out to play; though it took his body a second to catch up. 

He dropped her hand.

“Whatever,” Ava said, sharply. She was only human, could only hide so much hurt. “I'll find you later. Pull you out of whatever dumpster you end up in.”

John grunted, turned and walked away, shoulders hunched, searching for the nearest place he could drown his sorrows.

Ava watched him go for a beat, two, and then slipped away.

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You have fundamentally misunderstood Bruce's character, If you do not 100% know what Bruce would say in any of these instances.

Any iteration of....

"B can we skip patrol cause I....."

"Dad can we...."

"Bruce I was thinking instead of...."

"Baba I want to....."

Bruce Wayne is throwing off his bat-suit running to the car, fishing his wallet out because his children don't want to fight crime today. This is the best day of his fucking life.

The thing I feel like is forgotten Bruce does not want any of these children to be vigilantes.

This fact is very much forgotten.

If all of them decided tomorrow to never get a fucking job, never go to college live completely off Bruce's money, but also never be a vigilante again. Bruce Wayne is throwing a parade that has not been seen since Alexander The Great lost his boyfriend.

Bruce would have a house filled with like 30 year old children who eat his food and refuse to never work a day in their lives and he would absolutely love it because they are not risking themselves.

He would skip patrol no questions asked.

In fanfictions I always see a moment of them like trying to convince Bruce to take a night off or they need a break or whatever.

Bruce, who is not absolutely butchered by a writer is actively burning down the Batcave because dick said he's just not feeling this vigilante thing anymore.

Bruce Wayne will never skip patrol or being Batman by his own decision or for his own benefit.

Throw one of his kids in it and he is just Bruce Wayne. 

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thinking david corenswet is hot is the most embarrassing reputation ruining annoying thing I could have done tbh like ohhh my god really? tall big muscles dark hair and blue eyes kind man is hot? god fucking really. are you fucking stupid I hate myself. oh you think superman is hot? fucking superman? groundbreaking type shit going on here oh my god he’s tall should we tell everyone he’s tall and his jaw is nice wow she thinks the attractive man is attractive. you and everyone else. is pizza your favorite food too. fuck you. everyone look at her she thinks SUPERMAN is hot boundaries are really being pushed over here should we get her a medal because she thinks Mr Smile is easy on the eyes. “hear me out” and it’s a fucking marching band. should we call people magazine. vanilla. I DISGUST myself. summer blockbuster. I should be killed

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indeed he’s tiny!

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Sort of a continuation of that stupid joke about terminally offline Clark

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fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this

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#sad wet cat

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크악

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Paper Constellations

finnick odair x f!reader oneshot — fluff

wc: 1.3k

It’s been three months since you were rescued from the Capitol.

Your condition hadn’t spiraled to the depths of Peeta’s hijacking or Johanna’s torment, but you were far from okay. You still flinched at sudden sounds. You still whispered to yourself when you thought no one was listening. You still woke up with the taste of fear in your mouth.

Most nights, sleep was a passing stranger and when it did come, it never stayed for long.

You’d taken to wandering District Thirteen's dim hallways in the dead of night. Slipping silently out of your room, you’d curl into forgotten corners or shadowed corridors, chasing a moment of peace the sterile walls of your assigned quarters couldn’t offer.

The medics had started logging your disappearances, the guards growing used to the quiet panic of your absence. But Finnick… Finnick noticed before they did.

He always noticed.

It took him exactly one minute and forty-three seconds after the first alert to be out the door, lacing his boots with practiced ease and muttering something half-hearted about overreacting — though his eyes were sharp with worry.

He hated the idea of you being corralled back like a broken animal, hated the way the medics held your arms too tight, their hands too clinical. So he made it his job to find you first.

And after that, they let him.

Because when Finnick found you, you came back willingly.

That morning, it’s barely light out when he pushes open your door, just a fraction. No one else would. No one else dares.

He doesn't knock — you don’t like the sound but he announces his presence anyway, voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey,” he says softly, his shadow stretching across the floor as he steps in. “You awake?”

You are.

You’re curled up on your bed, legs crossed, hair slightly askew like you’d been tossing and turning until you finally gave up. Around you, the blankets are wrinkled and your lap is overflowing with tiny, delicate paper stars. A kaleidoscope of soft pastels and faded Capitol wrappers — remnants of old things, folded into something new. Into something safe.

He takes it all in: the clusters of jars on your shelf, filled to the brim. The stars scattered across your pillow. The way your fingers tremble as they crease another one — white with a thin silver stripe. You don’t look up.

Finnick crosses the room slowly, like if he moves too fast he’ll shatter the stillness of it all. He crouches next to your bed, arms folded on the mattress, chin resting atop them.

“Bad dreams?” he murmurs.

You pause. Then shake your head.

"No bad dreams, then? That's good darling but do you mind telling me what's wrong?"

You look at him and then at the growing pile of paper stars on your lap, biting the insides of your cheeks before speaking softly. "No bad dreams... but I woke up early for some reason and couldn't go back to sleep." You say with a subtle frown forming on your lips which does not go unnoticed by him.

He sees it now — how your shoulders are hunched, hands still shaking even after what must be hundreds of folds. Normally, the paper stars help. Normally, the ritual is enough to calm the static in your chest. But not today.

“Can I stay?” he asks.

You nod again.

He climbs into bed behind you, moving carefully so he doesn’t crush any stars, and sits with his legs around yours, back against the headboard. You don’t even hesitate. You lean back instantly, resting your head just over his heart, listening. Counting the steady thump-thump-thump like it’s a lighthouse in a fogstorm.

He’s warm. You feel the tension in your limbs start to ease.

His hand finds yours gently, palm up.

“Show me how?” he asks. “I want to learn.”

You blink slowly. Then wordlessly place a strip of paper in his hand, guiding his fingers to fold the edges just right. He fumbles a little. His folds aren’t as sharp. His first star is slightly lopsided.

But it’s beautiful anyway.

You make two more in the time it takes him to make one, but he keeps going. Not because he likes crafting — he doesn’t — but because he likes you. And right now, paper stars are your language.

He wants to speak it.

After a while, the silence between you shifts. No longer sharp and suffocating, but soft and breathable. Safe. The paper rustles with every fold, your breathing evens out, and Finnick just keeps going. He brushes his thumb gently over your knuckles when you pause. Presses a kiss to the top of your head when you shudder. Holds you like he’s done this a hundred times and will do it a hundred more.

“Y’know,” he says quietly, tipping his head toward the jars lined on your shelves, “you’ve got enough stars to fill a sky.”

You hum, sleep tugging at your eyes. You glance at your room's surroundings and then at your lap — dozens of jars, packed with colors and crinkles, each one a small sigh folded into paper. For a moment, something flickers across your face. Embarrassment, maybe. Self-consciousness.

“They’re just…” you start, voice low, “…but they’re only paper stars. It's for children... I'm doing something childish and dumb"

Your fingers still on the crease of another strip.

Finnick’s smile is small, but it’s the kind that reaches all the way to his eyes. He shakes his head gently, as if he can’t believe you don’t see it.

“I think it’s brave,” he says, reaching for another strip. “Takes strength to make something soft when everything else is trying to harden you.”

You don’t say anything but your shoulders relax a little, and the next star you fold doesn’t tremble in your hands.

He shifts behind you, his heartbeat steady against your ear, arms loose around you as the 'morning light' — the brighter, more lively fluorescent lights that's scattered all around the grey walls of District Thirteen, begins to trickle in through the cracks of the door. You stay like that for a while — not needing to talk, not needing to be anything but here, with him.

“Let’s make a whole galaxy,” he murmurs.

And so you do. Folded gently, piece by piece, in the quiet hush of morning.

Your very own paper constellation.

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I think the most radical thing the hunger games does is tell young people that the most revolutionary thing you can do is have unconditional love for humanity. Katniss throughout the entire series is guided by a deep sense of compassion for the people around her. It is what causes her to volunteer, to bury rue, to mercy kill cato, its why she tries to save peeta, why finnick telling her to remember who the real enemy is works, and even though her compassion for the larger world falters when peeta is kidnapped, it comes back when she visits hospitals and asks for mercy for other victors and ultimately, it is love and belief in a better humanity that makes her kill coin. Through it all, she maintains an unfaltering belief in the fundemental goodness of humanity, which is diametrically opposed to dr gaul's and snow's worldview. Peeta is even more unwaveringly compassionate

So the series tells young people that the most revolutionary thing you can be is compassionate. Let compassion drive your politics. Let yourself believe in the fundemental goodness of people. And i think that's deeply important in a world that touts the superiority of pure reason or logic, to allow yourself to be guided by something as emotional as compassion. Katniss everdeen tells us that your politics should be rooted in compassion in a world that thinks detatchment or cynicism is intelligence and i think thats v cool

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Batfamily Hunger Games Designations HC:

Bruce Wayne: District #1

District #1 is a wealthy district that produces jewelry and other luxury items, which could account for the Wayne Family wealth. Bruce’s parents were killed in the war with the Capitol and he inherited their fortune but was reaped in on of the first set of Hunger Games. The Capitol recognized Bruce could pose a threat and intended to neutralize him like it had his parents. Bruce was around 15 when he was reaped. Coming from District #1, a career district, he would have received more training than some of the other tributes. His primary mentor from his games was Ra’s al Ghul. After his victory, Bruce was forced to become a mentor as well but was given kids from the more “pathetic” districts so they could torture him. They knew it was hell for Bruce to send helpless kids into an arena knowing they would never make it out alive.

Dick Grayson: District #12

The Covey were a nomadic group of performers. A few years before the 10th Hunger Games, the Covey were rounded up by Peacekeepers and forced into the districts. Those that resisted were killed. Dick was born into a Covey family that had settled into District #12. His parents had rebellious spirits of their own and raised Dick to live without fear. Dick would often idealize birds and their ability to fly free, wishing one day he and his family could return to their nomadic lifestyle and roam the country. But he was reaped for the Hunger Games at 14. His parents caused a scene when Dick was being escorted to the stage. The Peacekeepers took them both to a nearby alley and killed them for their resistance. Dick was then placed on a train where he met Bruce Wayne, his mentor for the games. The two grew close in a short period of time and Bruce helped Duck channel his anger at the Capitol into the skills necessary to survive the arena. Dick won and was the youngest tribute to ever win the games. As he grew into his looks, the Capitol began to exploit him (think Finnick).

Jason Todd: District #6

District #6 specializes in transportation. I’m not gonna lie, this choice was mostly inspired by Jason stealing the tires off of the Batmobile in canon. I think this Jason’s father was a mechanic before he passed away in some kind of “accident” or was killed by the Peacekeepers. His mother was a drunk after that and it left Jason to take care of himself and his mom. He picked up his dad’s old trade but still had to put his name into the reaping extra times so he could help make ends meet at the house. He was reaped when he was 15 years old and Bruce Wayne was assigned as his mentor. Just like with Dick, Bruce felt an immediate connection with the kid and he became more of a father than a mentor. Jason also met Dick several times while training for the games. Dick had his own tributes from 12 to mentor but he still gave Jason advice, like how to climb a tree and walk on the branches without falling.

To match Jason’s death in canon, I don’t think Jason survives his games. Bruce had hope that Jason would be like Dick, that the something special in the kid Bruce sensed meant Jason would survive. But Jason was lured by the sound of JabberJays mimicking his Mother’s screams. He couldn’t resist the sound of her crying out for him and he was met with a pack of mutts waiting for him that he couldn’t escape. Dick and Bruce had been watching together, holding hands. Dick saw the little bit of hope Bruce had left leave his eyes.

Cassandra Cain: District #2

District #2 is another wealthy district, this one responsible for manufacturing weapons. They are also a career district that trains their children to prepare for the games. Casandra Cain’s mother was a previous Victor and personally trained Cass for the games. She was instructed to volunteer for the games at 13 so she could break Dick’s previous record. Her mother was her mentor for the games.

For added angst, she could have been in the same games as Jason. Cass found Jason after he passed and dug a grave for him, that way he couldn’t be disturbed by anymore mutts. This action endeared her to Bruce, even if he was in the midst of grief. After she won, Cass’s mother didn’t offer any congratulations. Instead, she scolded Cass for wasting her energy on digging graves for fallen enemies. Dick overheard the admonishment and approached Cass after to thank her for burying his little brother. The two became friends after that and then Dick introduced her to Bruce.

Stephanie Brown: District #2

I think Stephanie is also from District #2 and a year younger than Cass. The two of them became best friends because Stephanie’s dad worked with Cass’s mom. I know the district is wealthy so they don’t need to trade extra names in the reaping for food like other districts, but imagine Stephanie did have extra names in the bowl the year Cass volunteered. Yes, Cass was instructed to volunteer that year but she also did it because if a girl had to be reaped, her best friend had increased odds. And Cass didn’t want to see Stephanie die.

Stephanie wasn’t reaped after Cass won, but the two trained together to prepare for the possibility. Cass asked Stephanie not to volunteer for the games and Stephanie agreed under the condition that the girl reaped from their district isn’t under 15.

Cass also introduced Stephanie to Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne when the two visited Cass’s house in District #2’s Victor’s Village. A house that Stephanie has since moved into because she and Cass are attached at the hip.

Stephanie loves purple and before Cass’s games, she didn’t have many clothes or jewelry with purple accents because her father said it wasn’t worth it to spend that kind of money on her. But now Cass loves to spend her winnings on Stephanie. It is partly because Cass likes to see Stephanie happy but it is also to spite her mother. And Stephanie is on board for both.

Tim Drake: District #3

District #3’s primary industry is electronics. Tim’s parents were engineers and openly hostile to the Capitol. They often spoke reverently of Thomas and Martha Wayne, and told Tim they were working with Bruce to stage a rebellion. The Capitol became suspicious of the Drakes and punished them by reaping Tim when he was 16. Bruce Wayne manages to pull some strings so he could be Tim’s mentor.

Tim (like Beetee and Wiress) outsmarts his arena and fellow tributes with his knowledge of electrical engineering. It is one of the shortest games ever recorded.

The Capitol for its part is humiliated by Tim and as punishment it stages an accident where his parents were killed.

Barbara Gordon: District #3

Barbara Gordon worked closely with Jack and Janet Drake and was introduced to Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson by extension. Bruce immediately recognized her skill and brought her into the group he was forming to start resisting the Capitol.

Barbara was never reaped, aging out unscathed. But after her first year not having to put her name in the reaping, she is at the Drake’s house the night of the accident. She isn’t killed but she is severely injured and confined to a wheelchair after.

She goes to live with Tim in the Victor’s Village after she is released from their district’s hospital.

Duke Thomas: District #5

District 5 is the battery of Panem. As a reference to Duke’s meta abilities in canon, I think it would make sense for him to be from the district responsible for keeping the lights on.

Duke’s family was average and unassuming but Duke was a little more rebellious. He had been caught by Peacekeepers attending suspicious meetings run by district members that had been arrested for insubordination multiple times. Duke had pitched an idea at one of the meetings to blow the dam and cut off power to the Capitol. Two weeks later, he was reaped.

Tim was assigned to him as a mentor. Duke felt weird about it because Tim was only 18 and Duke was 16. But Tim managed to be a decent mentor because his engineering background complimented Duke’s knowledge of electricity. Tim warned Duke about ending the games too quick, sharing his own story and punishment from the Capitol.

Unfortunately for Duke, the Capitol was not satisfied with simply putting him into the games. It didn’t want him to win and when he came out a victor, his parents disappeared under suspicious means. That was when Tim introduced him to Bruce Wayne. Bruce promised to find Duke’s parents or find out what happened to them, and he promised to look after Duke in the meantime. Duke agreed, sensing Bruce had more planned for the Capitol than merely exposing what they did to his parents.

Damian Wayne: District #1

This year is a quarter quell and the theme made Bruce’s stomach drop. The tributes were to be reaped from the victor’s children. The Capitol had grown tired of Bruce’s scheming and decided to put him back in his place. They were also threatened by the amount of victors that Bruce was amassing and they wanted to make it known that to be associated with Bruce Wayne meant almost certain death.

Damian’s name was the only one in the boy’s bowl. He stood there with his head high, refusing to show even an ounce of fear. His mother and father had trained him for this. The people he had come to see as siblings were victors and he was determined to join their ranks.

Stephanie broke her promise to Cass. After seeing Damian be selected, she volunteered as the district #2 female tribute. Her father had won the Games years ago and for the first time in her life, she felt it was useful. She would go into the arena and keep Damian safe. She was doing it as a thank you to Bruce for taking Cass in and loving her as his own. She was doing it for Cass, who adored Damian as a little brother. She was doing it for Damian, who was far kinder and gentler than he liked others to believe. And she was doing it for herself, to prove that she did deserve all the things her father denied her.

Bruce was terrified. He had already lost Jason to the Games. Now, there was a chance he could lose Damian as well.

The night before the Games, Dick and the others approach Bruce and Damian. They have a plan. Damian and Steph would go into the arena but they will also come out, not as a victors but as a rebels.

They are were going to overthrow the Capitol.

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Edited my aesthetic moodboard for Lenore Dove 🧡