#closing thoughts

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

I’m officially logged out of the @sicktember blog and no longer serving as an admin.

It feels-- nice, relieving, and admittedly a bit sad.

Working with @obsessionoftheday to create and co-run this event was a true pleasure. Narrowing down the prompt lists together was my favorite part. I loved ensuring we had prompts that catered to all kinds of fandoms. Answering prompt clarification questions and suggesting creative ways to interpret the prompts was a huge highlight for me. Watching the collection numbers grow and reading all the tags on the various Sicktember posts will be things I miss deeply.

What I won't miss is the hectic scramble that follows the prompt selection process—the mad dash to double-check our choices to ensure none of the prompts are too similar to one another, comparing the new list with past ones to avoid repeats, and quickly updating the graphic for posting by the promised date. We may have stumbled a bit with the text prompts matching the graphic this year, but we made it work despite our busy lives. I consider that a win!

I also won’t miss the guilt that came from not checking the inbox often enough, not responding to asks quickly enough, or failing to meet everyone’s expectations.

And I certainly will not miss, the occasional negative, passive-aggressive, and downright angry interactions we've been subjected to over the years. Those were especially hard because my General Anxiety Disorder makes confrontations like those, particularly distressing. But if running this event has taught me anything, it's how to prioritize my mental health by minimizing conversations with difficult individuals. Even if there is so much I want to say! Knowing when to back off is a skill I can admit took me longer to learn than I’d like.

All of that being said, creating and co-managing Sicktember has been an incredible learning experience that connected me with a amazing community of writers. It has inspired my own writing and sparked so many creative ideas.

If my life weren't so chaotic, stressful, and overwhelmingly busy, I would have loved to continue moderating the event. However, I have complete faith that @itsmechara426 will guide Sicktember in a positive direction.

Thanks to all of my followers and mutuals for your abundant support! I can't wait for next years event. Participating solely as a creator and not a curator will be a brand-new experience!

[usamamoweek]

Happy end of the event, everyone! We wanted to take a moment and thank everyone who participated or enjoyed the various creations from our lovely creators! If you have a chance, reblog or reply to show them some love!

The event is officially over but, as it is with daily responsibilities and inspo, we're happy to continue reblogging a few late entries if you need another day or two to polish up a submission. ❤️

If you couldn't get enough, want more, and like your content on the mature side, @smquickies2023 is right around the corner.

Thank you again for making this event successful and filling the world with a little more UsaMamo ❤️❤️

[justanotherfanfolks]

BAM!

[noodles-and-tea]

Our hextech dream….

[frownyalfred]

“Bruce Wayne’s superpower is money” Bruce Wayne’s superpower is the ability to actively have a full-fledged panic attack and still look Superman himself dead in the eye without any of his vitals changing. Heart rate is a solid 60 BPM. You can’t even see him breathing. Put some respect on my man’s name.

[marvinjob]

London & York: Closing Thoughts On The Trip

There’s not too much more I can say about London that I haven’t already said in this and past blogs, so I’ll focus mostly on York for my wrap-up. A Few Random Thoughts on York What a wonderful city York is!! In York, people were so kind-hearted; our experiences there proved everything I’d ever heard about people in Yorkshire. While in York I stumbled a few times due to my knee injury, almost…

[acochleola]

a man watched over by an angel

[bruciemilf]

I can't explain it, but Batman needs to be mythologized. In Gotham, that is.

Logically, they know he's just a man, made of skin and bones and blood, like all of them. Those who met him, who had the ill luck to, say he feels like the city itself.

When danger approaches, with the click of a gun or hiss of a knife, it’s not the police people pray to. There's a single name that rivals Gotham‘s, and it’s not them.

So much so, there's whispers of what might happen, about guidelines being stepped. Kinda like how if you're compared to Aphrodite, you might die.

Such as:

If you see a wounded bird, of any kind, take it to a vet, or nurture it back to health. You’ll get robbed otherwise.

Don't wear pearls. Just don't.

Never let your son walk alone at night. Never lay your hands on them, either. The Bat doesn't take kindly to it.

[doubledudeski]

ok I'm gonna be completely honest I forgot to consider that the conveyor belt Could be turned off so that bee could sleep so this whole time I've been thinking that he was sleeping on the conveyor belt gas station hot dog style like this:

[artsymeeshee]

Another themed outfit for the Pines, this time cherry blossoms 🌸!!

[eriochromatic]

I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell.

some last fleeting thoughts on an independent zaun

(original quote from asoiaf)

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

little bee and ratchet from 10 years ago,...

[mochasucculent]

Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in

[wanologic]

a spectrum of experience

[frownyalfred]

“when Dick Grayson becomes a detective in Blüdhaven, it takes time to adjust to not being able to break the laws to get evidence or confessions” versus the far superior “when Dick Grayson becomes a detective in Blüdhaven, it takes time to adjust to the fact that all of his coworkers are horribly incompetent when it comes to obtaining and preserving evidence and it turns out all of Bruce’s anal retentiveness about crime scenes, chain of custody for evidence, and contamination was actually for a very good reason and puts Batman 10-20 years ahead of any modern police department”

[prlssprfctn]

AU, where Bruce accidentally gets de-aged (physically and mentally), and the first person he bumps in is... Red Hood.

To Jason's defence, he didn't connect the dots at first. He was just patrolling around his usual turf, thinking of nothing in particular, when he saw a small child in a ridiculously serious suit, sulking around Crime Alley. He looks distraught, and considering that he looks rich, it is no surprise - that is not a place for him. So, he is either lost or something happened, right?

He takes the helmet off, as he usually does when he is dealing with kids (they got scared easily) and carefully approaches a brooding baby.

'Hey, shrimp. Where are your parents at?'

That said shrimp turns around, his big blue eyes looking confused and lost, and Jason thinks he looks awfully familiar.

'I am not shrimp,' he protests instantly, pouting at him. 'And they are somewhere... here. We just left the movie theatre together!'

Jason glances at the abandoned movie theatre, back at the little rich boy with a familiar frown, and it clicks. This is his fucking dad. Suddenly, a kid - but it is fucking Bruce Wayne, for sure.

'Was watching Zorro by any chance?' Jason still asks, just to be sure that he is not going insane.

Bruce - and it must be him - beams at him.

'Yes! This is a great movie, by the way.'

Oh, hell. At least, he didn't witness his parents' death just yet. Jason wasn't sure he would be able to deal with his father being so small, and mourning his mom and dad. He would probably cry himself at some point.

'Hey,' Jason calls out for him slowly, squatting down; God, who would've thought that this little shrimp would become so tall and big in the future. 'Aren't you... You must be Thomas's kid, right?'

Okay, yeah, Jason is going to lie to this kid. Because there is no way he manages just to steal Bruce as a stranger to bring him back home; it is still a kid, even if it is his father. Right?

'You know my dad?' Bruce tilts his head, little fingers tugging on the hem of his jacket; suspicious.

'You could say that,' Jason nods. 'Alfie... I mean, Alfred called me. Asked me to pick up a kid, since Thomas and Martha got an urgent call.'

Fuck his life and stupid life choices. What the hell he was even doing? He looked like a mugger; or like a psycho. But Alfred was his best bet - he could call him, after all; ask, well, support his idiotic made-up story.

'No one calls Alfred Alfie but my dad,' Bruce pouts in a very, very spoiled manner.

'Well... I do. We served together in the army,' he blurts out.

His armour, apparently, is enough a proof for the kid to nod slowly.

'Okay. But you gotta take off your strange mask first,' Bruce folds arms on his chest.

...???

Did this kid just agree for an unknown man to take him home? Like this? Who could've thought that this pouty child would become the most paranoid man alive in the future?

'Uh, why?'

'So I can remember your face and do an identikit, if you turn out to be a bad guy,' Bruce smirks stupidly. 'Duh.'

Jason is going to cry. This kid is so cute.

'Yeah, duh,' Jason huffs, but despite his better judgment takes the domino mask off as well. 'Go on, take your time. My identikit should be the prettiest, shrimp.'

Bruce... gawks at him. His eyes are comically wide now, mouth open, and then, he jumps a little closer to him - oh, God, he is jumping when excited? - putting his hellishly cold hands on Jason's cheeks.

'Woah. You look like dad.'

'Uh,' Jason nods awkwardly, and because he is an idiot, adds a joke: 'We are brothers, actually. Just don't talk much.'

...Apparently, little Bruce can't take jokes. Because he lets out an adorable gasp, and throws himself on Jason as if they knew each other for ages now.

'Uncle? That's so cool. You look like Zorro!'

Damn this little kid, and this stupid family. Damn Joe Chill and the night he killed this kid's parents. Damn it all. Bruce might be an asshole sometimes, but he was so... cute and innocent.

'Thanks, shrimp,' Jason slides a domino mask back on, picks up little Bruce with one arm, and grips a helmet with another. 'Come on, let's go home. Alfred will make your favourite tiramisu.'

'You know my favourites?!'

Jason sniffles.

'Yeah. Yeah, I do, kid.'

If he gets so emotional over this kid, he has no idea how worse Dick is going to be once he finds out.

Oh, this is going to be one hell of a night.