#anyway i love you all

[little-pup-pip]

could you make a moodboard that smells like cloves, and old books?

i feel like that’s a really weird way to ask that but also the only way i can explain it? Masc, please!

Please and thank you!

Definitely!!

[onionowt]

admin doodles xO

[edsbacktattoo]

i was tagged by @xoxoemynn and @snake-snack-stede to go here and show off my last six months of tracks

granite being there twice and both in the top spots has me with my head in my hands rn

i’ll (no pressure!) tag:

@tisziny @dickfuckk @adickaboutspoons @bunnyandthejets @batsarebetterthanpeople @ella-doe and anyone else who’d like to join 😌💕

[bring-the-storm]

not saying names but there are at least two people on here that I routinely forget I’m mutuals with and then they like one of my posts and a part of my brain just explodes because they’re so cool?!? Why are they following me?!

[coral-nerd]

I love how every single week there's a new person just absolutely Binging my blog!

Like yessss yessss >>:33 obsessively consume the content also!! I'm getting a good grade!!

[somepancakeonline5377]

No but genuinely no mortal mind (mine included) can truly comprehend my massive and deep love for Captain Underpants and how it changed me as a person and how much it did for me. I love it so much I barely can even watch/read the book/movie/show without getting a fucking heart attack and needing to stop cuz I just 🔥🔥🔥

I cannot even put into words just how much it has affected me. To the young insecure elementary girl who was terrified of being judged, the desperate and deeply depressed kid I was during the dark years of quarantine, to the confident prideful man I am now.

It has changed me so much and introduced me to new people who are genuinely the greatest in the world. It makes me prideful to be neurodivergent and makes me feel less ashamed of myself. It makes me feel okay with having bad spelling and being hyperactive to all hell. It makes me happy to be seen and known. It warms my heart to see just how important imagination and friendship is within the story and overall narrative. It makes me hopeful for the future and forgiving of my past. It makes me feel.

It’s upsetting when people around me may not understand just how deeply this series has affected me but genuinely without Captain Underpants I would be very lonely and a hell of a lot less confident of myself. I wish I could convey just how much it means to me but I genuinely can’t, there are no words to express it.

I guess all I can say is thank you Dav Pilkey for making me and many people across the world be seen. <3

[zorawitch]

so. my school year ends in three days. and its been a fucking weird year, i'll tell you that. i got covid, a diagnosis for my anxiety and depression, and ended up with an as yet unidentified stomach illness. and it's shit. it's been a shit year, and one i genuinely wasn't sure i was going to make it through. it's a recurring fear, that i'll choose to end my life and i won't make it to my next birthday, and it seems to get worse with every year.

it's funny, though. two years ago i thought i'd die at sixteen, and now i'm coming up on sixteen in less than a month and i'm planning out my life ten years in advance. so the meds are doing something.

but there were still days this year i thought i was going to drop dead, where i was just counting down the hours until i could get home and go to sleep, and as soon as i did, the paranoia would start up again, and i'd be counting the hours until i would feel dead. i didn't want to get up in the mornings and i'd scream that i couldn't, that i couldn't live through another day. there was a constant fear that everyone in my life would abandon me because i was simply a miserable person to be around, because i have a thing in my brain that hates my happiness. and so i spent the whole time pretending, which made everything worse, because i couldn't handle anybody leaving on me because i wasn't interesting anymore.

the leaving didn't happen. i'm okay. and it's pretty pitiful to thank my tumblr followers for that, but when i say the sandman fandom got me through it, i mean it. i got through this by drowning it out with character brainrot noise and the only reason i woke up in the morning was because i wanted to see fic updates and edits and it was stupid and pathetic but i am here, eight months later, and i am still alive and i could not be more grateful to anyone who helped me through that.

because holy fuck, i love being alive, and i owe that, in some small part, to y'all.

[daenysx]

i accidentally put triple amount of chocolate when i make brownies and now i feel like i'm under attack of sugar if that makes any sense.

my stomach hates me. i hate me, too.

[accidentalharrie]

[little-pup-pip]

Hai! Could I request a book loving little board for ages 3-4 please? With a deco paci and if possible maybe themes of percy jackson? They're my comfort books (also I'd prefer masc or neutral things please)

Sure!!

[nekomamiiz]

also i feel very bad for everyone who follows me bc i literally have not created content in eons and a bitch is just tired. but i’ll be getting some time off soon so my brain won’t be on work mode and i can actually enter simp mode…. hopefully

[chase-prairie]

Loving reminder from your land history auntie:

North American golf courses have had 50-100 years of arsenic and mercury based fungicide and herbicides applied to their soils.

Do not eat anything that has been grown on a golf course or downstream from a golf course. I know it sounds cool and radical, but you are too valuable to poison yourself with heavy metals.

Protect each other, turn your local golf course into a pollinator garden, not a sex forest or community garden.

[edsbacktattoo]

thank you to absolutely everyone for the beautiful birthday wishes. i had a wonderful day and i am feeling incredibly blessed and overwhelmed to be surrounded by such kind and genuine people. unbelievable that we are sharing this time and this space together. the world is beautiful actually

[muppetfreak]

Mr. Riordan, it is truly a pleasure getting to experience your second draft.

[egophiliac]

You can’t pick Lilia for this. But who is your other favorite short character in Twst?

I like the angry little king boy 🌹

[hailsatanacab]

Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."