#im crying i love alfred so much

[cryptidpandas]

[bruciemilf]

ope don't mind me i'm just gonna-- *sets this down next to your constantine post*

The batkids have all fallen in line like Thomas is their superior officer and they've all basically decided Dick is getting thrown on the pyre (because cop) when Jason slowly raises his hand like he's back in school.

Jason, who lives for chaos, putting on the Sad Orphan Eyes that Dick taught all of them how to do, saying "Abuelo, you know I died? The clown who killed me is still alive."

All the other kids jump in with "oh he's right nonno" etc etc "don't worry bambini your nonno will take care of it" etc etc

(and while Thomas and Martha aren't exactly thrilled Jason is a crime lord, he's so much better at it than fucking Carmine. So the boy is ambitious! There are worse things to be. Thomas then slips Jason a fiver when Bruce isn't looking like grandparents do)

((also also the kids calling martha and thomas grandma/grandpa in whatever other language they grew up speaking))

just thinking that thomas highkey loves being a grandparent. absolutely considers it a promotion. softest pushover of a man but also the scary dog privilege for all of his grandchildren

NONNO THATS SO ADORABLE IM GONNA CRY— ok. But you know what? Pepa and Felix from Encanto dynamic between Martha, Thomas and Alfred.

Alfred trying to tell their grandkids about the epic love story between them, and Thomas keeps on interjecting with wildly inaccurate information (he wants Damian to find him as cool as possible)

Martha, with moscow in her voice, “You’re telling the story or is he?”

“I’m sorry amore go on ^^”

Bruce gags in the background like the world’s firstborn hypocrite.

But also, southern Thomas Wayne,,, wears the fringe styled boots with gemstones on them and sparkly jacket and talks like a honey pie, but has a glare that can silence a whole table if needed be.

He’s extremely sad about Destiny’s Child breaking up, (Dick had to deliver the news, which was a whole other experience) but BEYONCÉ HAS A COUNTRY ALBUM YOU SAY?? Sign him the FUCK up.

Bruce, under his breath: no one listens to country,,,

Thomas: oh shut i. You know, your mama and I made YOU on the dinner table with Love is a Butterfly playing in the background—-

Jason: rapidly spits his food out

[remuslovebot]

You Found Me | BW

pairing: Bale!Bruce Wayne x fem! reader

warnings: angst, character death, mentions of blood, some fluff, sad ending im sorry, the reader being stubborn, sad boi Bruce. Alfred bringing the wisdom. Use of y/n — sorry :( im not sure what possessed me to write this 🤦‍♀️ not proof read

summary: based on the song “you found me” by the fray.

a/n: lmk if you want to join the taglist <3 im also taking requests

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“But losing her, the only one who’s ever known, who I am, who im not and who I want to be,”

Bruce should have know better. Keeping you safe was his first priority, but you slipped through his fingers.

Why did you have to follow him? Why couldn’t you just stay with Alfred. You were so stubborn and as much as he loved you, he couldn’t fathom why you just wouldn’t listen.

“You could die, Bruce. I’m going with you,” you said with urgency.

“No, you can’t come. I need you here with Alfred. I can’t lose you,” Bruce argued back.

“I’ll be fine. You need my help. I’m the only one that can get into Crane’s security wing and you know that,” you huffed, arms crossed stubbornly.

And he agreed. Bruce knew you were right. You were always right. Right now it was aggravating because he was worried about you safety. But usually your good judgment and correctness saved him from being swallowed into the darkness.

You followed along with Bruce. Both getting into the Batmobile. He turned to you, looking at your beautiful features softly. “I love you. Do as I say when we get in there. Please,” Bruce said.

You nodded, but it wouldn’t be enough. When you got there Crane appeared with a bomb. It was a trap and Bruce should have known. Crane wanted to blow up any evidence he had that could get him into more trouble.

When the bomb exploded, you and Bruce were separated from each other.

“Y/n!!” He screamed. He was looking for you everywhere, frantically searching and cursing under his breath.

It was inevitable, you were going to get hurt Bruce didn’t want to face that fact. Once he told you about his secret identity, he knew in the back of his mind it would be too dangerous for you.

But he loved you. Bruce loved you so much that he couldn’t imagine his life without you. And within the next moments, he would have to find a way to live without you.

Crane was on your side of the building. “You are a stupid man, Batman!” He laughed evilly.

“Don’t you dare touch her Crane!” Bruce yelled with all of his anger and fury.

The next thing Bruce heard was a scream and he knew it was you. With adrenaline pumping through his system, he made it his mission to get to you.

“I’ll find you,” Bruce kept whispering to himself. He moved rocks and debris will all his might. Just so he could find you.

Eventually Bruce found an opening into the other side and found you. You were on your back, eyes closed. He rushed to you.

“Darling…Y/n…open your eyes,” Bruce said, holding back small sobs. You looked unconscious and he couldn’t have that. Wouldn’t have that.

“Y/n, open your eyes please. Look at me,” he said, holding your head. But then he saw the blood. And his heart dropped to his stomach. It was over.

Bruce began to cry and he pulled you close to him. His arms wrapped around your waist protectively, your limp body unable to feel a thing. He kissed the top of your head.

He screamed into the darkness. Who would comfort him when he had a nightmare? Who would patch up his cuts and bruises when he came home from a long night patrolling Gotham? You would never do those things again.

You were the one to find him. Bring him back from the dark pit of revenge. Bruce wanted to make you his wife. Share a life with you. One you would know never live.

After your funeral, Bruce let the darkness control him. He went after Crane, knowing he was the one who killed you. Bruce knew that if Crane was dead then he would finally do your death justice.

One night in the Batcave, Bruce was researching the whereabouts of Dr.Crane a.k.a the Scarecrow. He had completely went off the radar after the explosion in his workshop. After he’d — Bruce didn’t want to think about it. Holding your body was something he missed deeply.

He couldn’t sleep and he rarely ate. Alfred was worried.

“I miss her too Master Wayne,” Alfred said, walking into the workshop with a plate of food and some coffee.

“You need to eat something,” Alfred added.

“I’m not hungry, Alfred,” Bruce said, looking at a board of Crane’s whereabouts.

“Finding him and killing him will not bring her back, Master Wayne,” Alfred said in his usual calm and wise manor.

Bruce sighed, running a hand down his face. “I miss her so much Alfred,” he said, defeated. “He needs to be punished for what he did to her,” Bruce added.

“Then when you do find him, place him in Arkham and make sure he never gets out,” Alfred said. “She wouldn’t want you to get revenge like this.”

Bruce knew Alfred was right. You would never want Bruce to kill someone voluntarily. He needed to move on from you and protect the memory of yourself. Bruce shouldn’t tarnish it with killing Crane.

“I’m just not there yet Alfred. The darkness, it’s consumed me. She couldn’t save me just like I couldn’t save her,” Bruce said.

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taglist: @bumblebeesfromvenus

[atom-writings]

what about hetalia main 8 react to walking in on you changing or something? u dont have to do it if u dont want to ofc and it doesnt have to have any actual nsfw stuff

(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) Walking in on you changing!

(Gender Neutral) Scenarios ~ A/N ohohohoOHOHOHO,,,,,,.,. <- sorry what who was that guy haha im normal im so normal about this

Trigger Warning: Kind of suggestive content, but NOT NSFW!!! Swearing. Fem nickname used one, fem descriptor used once.

“Babe, I was wondering-” Alfred said as he opened the door to your bedroom,

“WAIT- WAIT!” You yelp in response, running to stop the door.

Upon hearing your cry, he looks up from his phone. Then, he freezes in place, his eyes wide as saucers. Awkwardly, he tries to sputter out some kind of response, doing nothing but making extremely intense eye contact with you.

Until he breaks, his eyes darting down to your partially unclothed body for no more than a second.

“ALFRED!”

“You look absolutely smoking, I gotta say-” he says, trying to hold back giggles before you growl loudly in response.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He yells back, frantically backing out of the doorway. You run forward, slamming the door in his face. With your back against the door, you breathe a sigh of relief before he begins knocking on the door.

“W-Wait, I had something to show you!”

“You lost the privilege to see me!”“Aw, man…” You hear Alfred say as he walks away, probably pouting like a little kid.

“Darling, are you done yet?”  Arthur asks, rapping his knuckles against the door.

“Arthur-” You start to respond, before he begins opening the door, “WAIT!”

You run to the bed, trying to grab a blanket to cover yourself with. But all that really did was leave you in perfect view, only wearing your undergarments. You jerked awkwardly to look at the door, only to see Arthur there, frozen in shock.

His mouth agape, his face flushed, and his eyes firmly locked onto your body. Your heart dropped.

“Wh-what the hell?!” You yell, to no response. Heat rises to your cheeks as you see his hungry eyes still not leaving your form.

“ARTHUR!”

“Huh?” He responds, clearly not paying attention to what you said.

“GET OUT!” 

“Hold on, wha-what?” He finally comes to, looking up into your eyes. Clearly, he still wasn’t listening.

“I said to GET OUT! I’m changing for fuck’s sake!” Your voice filled with anger.

“Right. Right, yes. I’m- I’ll do that.” He looks at you with a scared expression, backing out of the room awkwardly.

“I-I’m sorry for staring, love!” You hear him yell through the door moments later, clearly panicked.

“Shut it, perv!”

Before you could even react, Francis burst into your room. You froze, still in the process of taking off your shirt.

“My love!” He gestures dramatically, his eyes closed for effect, “I ju- oh.”

When he lays eyes on your body, his face drops. You just stared into his eyes awkwardly, as his expression changes to a wide smile.

“Well, aren’t you such an attractive little thing!” he remarks, slowing walking towards you.

“F-Francis!” You shoot back in disbelief,

“What? It’s just your body!”

“Y-YEAH! Get out already!”

“Come on, I’m not judging you!” He tries to lay a hand on your waist, before you push him away.

“Francis, for fuck’s sake!”

“Oh, alright! If it bothers you that much…” He looks disappointed as he turns away, exiting your room. You sigh exasperatedly before you’re interrupted by him peaking him head back in quickly. Although at least this time, his eyes are closed.

“Don’t be ashamed of your body, Y/N!”

“I told you to get out!”

“And I’m telling you I just finished dinner!”

“Coming in!” Yao announces, not waiting for a response before he opens the door to your bedroom.

“ONE MINUTE! W-WAIT!” You try to stop him, running to grab the door handle. But you stop just in time to come up to him, nearly touching noses. His eyes widen for a second in surprise, before returning to his usual distant stare.

With that stare, he slowly looked you up and down. Wearing nothing but your undergarments, you began to blush, at a loss for words.

“Cute,” he remarks simply, returning to look you in your bewildered eyes.

“Anyway. Your show is about to be on. Don’t take too long,” he says before shutting the door, still with a relatively blank expression. Leaving you there, wearing next to nothing, still wildly flushed.

What the hell was that?

Before you could even react, you heard your bedroom door opening from behind you. You struggled to turn around, your pants bunched around your legs. But before you could see who it was, you heard a loud familiar yelp.

In only a few seconds, you saw Ivan slap his hands over his face, clearly blushing bright red.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t see anything!” He stuttered out, frantically exiting the room. Barely even giving you time to process the exchange.

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“Ivan?” You ask quietly from behind him, causing him to jump in surprise.

“Y-yes?” He turns around to face you, but he desperately searches for anything in the room to look at.

“You don’t have to be so embarrassed, you know.”

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t- I promise-”

“It’s fine!”

“N-no! I do not want to make you uncomfortable!” He pleads as you place a hand gently on his arm.

“We’re dating, it’s awkward but it’s fine, promise.”

“If… if you say so.” He relaxes slightly.

“Now can we move on?”“Yes! But-but… um… one thing.  You’re… really pretty.” Ivan says, taking your hand in his, still blushing.

“Belllaaaaaa~” Feliciano calls, bursting into your room without even a second’s warning. And because of that absence of warning, he was immediately greeted with the sight of you, with absolutely no semblance of a top on.

As you spun around to yell at him, he immediately ran up to you. Taking your hands in his like he had done absolutely nothing wrong, he smiled.

“You look so absolutely perfect today!” He gushes, tucking a hair behind your ear as you lean away from him in surprise.

“F-Feliciano?!”  You struggle to sputter out.

“What? What is it, my love?”

“I- Uh, wh-what?” You stutter in disbelief.

“Huh?”

“Get out! I’m changing! Can’t you see that?!”

“Yeah, but why does that matter?” He cocks his head to the side questioningly.

“Get out!”

“But bella-”

“Feliciano!” You yell. His face drops, looking like a kicked puppy. He starts walking towards the door, before turning to face you again.

“Can’t I see you like that?”

“NOT NOW!”

“F-Fine!” He responds as shuffles awkwardly out the door.

“Can I come in?” Ludwig asks as he knocks on your bedroom door.

“W-Wait!” 

“Alright, so-” he continues, opening the door to see you, with only a pair of sweatpants on. 

As you yell in surprise, he yells back, just as loud. Immediately, his face flushes and he slaps his hand over his eyes. 

“I’m-I’m so sorry, Y/N!” His voice strains.

“I told you to wait!”

“I didn’t hear!  I t-thought you were done!”

“HOW?!”

“I’m sorry!” Ludwig yells, clearly incredibly embarrassed as his face continues to grow more red. He fumbles behind him with one hand, trying to open the door while his other hand is still clasped over his eyes.

“I only saw for a second! I promise!”

You groan, “A little more to the left,”

He finally grasps the door handle, desperately opening the door and running out.

“Dear, I promise I didn’t mean to!” He yells through the door.

“I GOT THAT!”

You shot around, mid-taking off your pants, as you heard your door knob turn. 

“Hold o-” Before you could even tell him to wait, Kiku opened the door, just to see you barely clothed. With no sound between you, he froze, his eyes wide as he looked you up and down.

“I…  um-” you start to say before he slowly backs out of the doorway, his eyes still locked on your body. His face was flush, nearly as red as a tomato, yet he said absolutely nothing as he left the room. 

-

“You want to talk about you walking in on me?” You ask, sitting down next to him hours later. The moment you bring it up, his face turns red once again and he begins sitting awkwardly.

“I’m very, very sorry.” He responds quietly, bringing his book up closer to his face. 

“I- it’s ok… but do you not knock usually?”

“I didn’t think you were doing anything…”

“Well, I was, so from now on…  please knock.” He nods slowly, still not looking you in the eyes. 

He pauses for a few seconds, “You look very nice…”

“KIKU!”

[batbabydamian]

Batman and Robin (2023) #1 is out!! 🦇💕

Spoilers and lots of rambling below

Loved hopping in mid-mission with Bruce and Damian banter - the first issues of Damian's B&R 2009 and 2011 runs have Batman and Robin’s relationship on a rocky start, so it’s a refreshing change!

Bruce rhyming with the pause like he’s really thinking about it LOL he's having fun!!

"You roll your eyes just like your mother" SO CUUTE!! a nice way of relating Damian to Talia in a habit haha (would also be neat if Damian had some of his mom's physical features heehee...haha...) Also "it's just us here for a bit." Would anyone else from the batfam be staying there in the future? 🤔

OKAY really want to delve into Damian cutting Bruce off here, since we're mostly in Bruce's POV atm.

Bruce saying that he's happy Damian chose to live with him seems to impose the idea Damian chose Bruce over Talia. From how Bruce thought Talia should "never claim Damian" i don't think that's something Damian wants to hear, especially after Damian already chose not to be on either of his parent's side!!

Batman VS Robin (2022) #4

In the end of his Robin book, Damian says he's still figuring out who he is, so i'm wondering if he's conflicted about losing that independence of being able to carve a path of his own now that he's with Bruce again. Either way, Damian's (VERY CUTE!!) self insert AU story gives us a glimpse of his concerns about his parents and not getting to be a teenager 🥺

ANYWAY. OBSESSED WITH THIS!! HIS COMIC THUMBNAILS!! THE RANDOM ANIME EYES IN THE CORNER!! WELCOME BACK ARTIST DAMIAN 😭

EXPRESSING HIMSELF THROUGH DRAWING FROM GORE/HORROR TO FAMILY/OBSERVATIONS TO EXPERIMENTING WITH MANGA/COMICS!! ALL SO VALID AND WONDERFUL 😭

Damian quoting Alfred and probably cooking something he used to make for him?? i'm crying

Detective Comics (2016) Annual #4

We've really gone from Damian just leaving a reminder for Bruce to restock the fridge to Damian cooking breakfast for the both of them 🥺

THIS IS MY FAV PANEL IN THIS ENTIRE ISSUE LOL fav just eating well, cheeks full of food, so cute!! and Damian sounds like he's referring to when Bruce enrolled him to the school in Metropolis lol Though Bruce's reason was also to benefit Damian, he's better communicating that this time!

Super Sons (2017) #10

LOVE DAMIAN'S ROBIN MOBILE!! glad he's moved on from the batmobile and just got his own - it's very much the opposite too in how it's bright, open, and bulky where the batmobile's dark and sleek!

The last part of the issue showcases Di Meo's action! i was pretty worried about it, because when i first saw his interiors for DC VS Vampires (2021) i barely understood what was happening im so sorry sir 😭 Honestly, it was still jarring but much better! HUGE shoutout to their Letterer Steve Wands, because the SFX and dialogue placement improved the flow a lot!

Final thoughts: GORGEOUS ART, FUN WRITING, I LOVE DAMIAN!! i'm analyzing way too much but i'm just so happy to have an ongoing with Damian again (with a writer that actually! likes him!) 😭 i also think Williamson's getting a better grasp on Damian's voice in this book compared to Robin, since Damian sounded more casual than normal there lol

My hopes are we get those fun stylized panels of Damian's art/comics where we get insight on his headspace similar to the shoujo panels from Robin!! Reunion of Damian and his pets!! And it's still early, but still holding out for Williamson to keep to his word on this!! 👀

[stealingyourbones]

Hello, first I would like to greatly apologize for any spam of likes I have sent your way because my brain decided to obsess randomly with Dp x Dc crossovers for the past few days. I'm not even into Dc comics, and I only watch Danny Phantom when I randomly it exists and the fandom pulls me back into its clutches until I'm able to finally escape only to be pulled back in a few months later. I write this to you at 1:30 am with a bag of shittily made popcorn with my cat accompanying me because my mind has decided to fall in love with Danny being taken care of by the Bat family and it's mostly you're fault. I hope you're happy. I want to kiss you so bad you have no idea. I've come up with so many scenarios and have the balls to share them with you cause I really like the way you write and since I'm not a writer I have no idea what I'm doing but here I go:

Danny and Dani are basically travelling the world, Danny would call it running from the cops but that doesn't have as nice a ring to it. (Situation can be up to you, bad reaction from parents, was framed, anything for Danny and Dani on the run with Danny having protective older brother vibes)

They end up in Gotham for a few nights to rest easily and its snowing cause I said so and theyre starving at this point. Danny's like "We need to hide and need shelter" and Dani's like "Dude look over there at that creepy mansion :D" And they have no idea that its not only very much inhabited, but a bunch of rich people live there (And the Bat family but who cares about that part)

Danny is obviously on the fence cause 1. He doesn't have a good history with rich people so why their houses and 2. They dont know whats in there what if a bunch of weirdos are staying there but they decide they're cold and need a place to rest so they fly in and luckily land in the kitchen.

The lights are off and they're to focused on finding food to notice two figures standing in the middle of the kitchen just watching them.

Dani pulls out a box of the shittiest cereal you can think that shouldn't be counted as cereal all happy "Danny, they have my favorite cereal!" And poor Danny's horrified, "Have you even ever had cereal before?"

They start rambling and then someone turns on the light its Alfred he was in the middle of boiling midnight tea for him and Tim.

And there's just 2 GLOWING awkward teens FLOATING, one's holding Bruce's 'cereal' clearly not assesing the situation and the other has a horrified expression on their face, and looks like on the verge of passing out.

Tim is way to sleep deprived thinking they're hallucinations and sits down, also on the verge of passing out, while Alfred just keeps boiling his tea.

Danny is sweating trying to figure out how hes gonna get them out if this situation and Danis just, munching on dry crappy cereal.

Albert like the God he is just fucking opens the fridge, looks Dani in the eye and asks "Would you like some milk with that, my lady?" And thats all I got out of me FOR THAT SCENARIO.

The other is I fucking forgot I took 30 mins to write all this I forgot what else I had Im so sleep deprived OH FUCK I REMEMBER IT WAS ABOUT DRUGS

Ok so tw for drugs (weed):

Ok so Danny's a teen he's stupid right, knowing him in the show he'd be the kid to decline drugs but then take a hit when his crush says "i KnEw YoU wEreNt coOl" yknow? Delicious social pressure.

Well he's like pretty much adopted by the Wayne's at this point so he's just chilling on the couch about to light a joint and Jason being the noble man he is snatches it out of Danny's hand like "Nono, bad small child dont do drugs" half joking and smokes it instead.

Danny's now panicking, silently following Jason to make sure he's alright and not dead or reacting badly to it.

"Yeah why wouldn't I be fine?" And the high kicks in.

The thing is is that it was ghost weed. And Jason for once feels completely calm, he doesn't feel a single bit of the pit its silent.

He's crying and Danny's like "Omg are you ok???" Thinking he poisoned his family/lover/whatever the fuck they are.

And Jason's just "This is some real good shit" silently sobbing, not even thinking about where Danny got it or why its doing this he's just happy.

And you can turn this into extreme angst by making him codependent or a comedy by him making high jokes

Ok thats it again I'm so sorry I just really had to tell someone this

Homie you, me, behind the Bat Burger; We shall marry at dawn. Man, it makes me so happy that you enjoy the stuff I write that much I’m really proud that I could bring you that much joy! Be sure to give your kitty some pets for me :).

Oh also, “not a writer”?! You spin a web of lies. This is incredible!! Sure it’s rambly, but that’s because you’re writing in a way that’s unsure of yourself. (It’s also very much so how I write so I feel you homie.) I still feel like my writing is equivalent to a middle schooler's but I do my best to shake that off. I don’t write fics because I’m bad at dialogue, I’m workin on it though! You simply just have to try and believe in yourself. You’ll reread it later and go, “Damn, did I just write that?!” And feel proud of what you accomplished. You absolutely have unique and brilliant ideas so take a shot at writing some stuff! I’m sure you’ll do great! :D

Also bro your: "what was I talking about? oH YEAH DRUGS!" was so unexpected. it made me laugh so hard so thank you for that :)

———

Danny and Dani are fucking floored that this stoic-ass old British man just rolled with seeing the two. Dani's eyes light up as she accepts the milk from the British guy. Snatching the fancy glass milk container, she haphazardly pours the milk into her bowl causing bits of cereal to ricochet the milk out of the bowl and flying absolutely everywhere.

Tim just stands still and stares at the two very much so Not Human entities that are currently in his house. The tired vigilante rummages around in his pocket for his phone and takes a quick photo of the scene in front of him.

Tim double takes glancing between the kitchen and his phone. At first he assumed they were hallucinations because no figures were present in the photograph… the floating bowl of cereal and spoon says otherwise.

[deadricslover]

HELLO AGAIN :') was just thinking about clingy bale bruce wayne <3 i just wanna squeeze him , im literally ruined over a fictional man 😫 it's a pretty general idea, so take this in any direction you want, it'll be perfect either way :D

the best type of clingy

Here's my Masterlist!

a/n: this is so long omg. Bruce being clingy. AGH OMG. I'm melting inside. not my gif! but it's me and our kids he's looking at so....

summary: just some situations where Bruce is at his cutest, being clingy and adorable

warnings: very very long but really none just pure fluff and cuteness.

pairings: bale! Bruce Wayne X gn!reader

italics: flashbacks/examples

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Bruce's love language is touch. no doubt about it. You experience it when you are with him and when you're not. not that you're complaining, he makes you feel accepted and loved and you appreciate that more than he will ever know. his love for you translates into different forms and words. he says 'I love you', of course but if he ever says anything like 'be safe' or 'you can have the last slice'. he's saying I love you but in his own language. But overall of these, Bruce is clingy. Not in an annoying little kid clinging to your leg like a koala bear on a tree clingy but an adorable, loving type of clingy. He always must be touching you in some way, even if that is just letting your elbows touch when sitting down. Another thing he does is little mini speeches for you, at the most random moment he would start declaring his love for you again and again. They were your personal favourite, the creativity he shows in the way he words and phrases his sentences are so complex. he says he comes up with them on the spot based on what he feels --but he could have them planned out since you met eachother, who knows for sure--.

for example

you and Bruce were in the kitchen one night preparing dinner for the two of you plus Alfred whilst it was coming down heavy outside the window. It was picture perfect really, the conversation being thrown back and forth between passionate voices fitting perfectly together, while making homemade fresh pasta, flour spluttering all over yours and his clothes, hair and face. Smiles being lit up by the dim light illuminating the room showing off his high cheekbones and muscles which makes him look more god like then usual. As you were kneeding the dough you feel a pair of toned arms wrap around your waist from behind and a chin rest on the top of your head.

"hey" you say lowly

"hi " he replies.

"what are you doing?" you ask and he can hear the smile on your face in the way you talk.

"just admiring you" he answers honestly.

"you seem to do that a lot" you reply your voice wobbly from the smile plastered on your face and the giggle threatening to spill. You drop the dough and spin around to face him to see his eyes positioned right where yours are straight away.

"how could I not? I love you so much. I love all of you. when you're dying with a sickness, when you're bursting with excitement, when you're worried about something - big or small-. I love everything about you. More than you know. But, I don't just love you, I love being in love with you. You're so perfect and I adore the butterflies I experience when you text or when you come home. I love catching myself smiling at your text, when you answer the phone and even when you laugh before you tell your joke. that's my personal favourite. It reminds me that I'm with you. And that's the best cure to my lovesickness." he rambles on. you could cry. he's so sweet and so passionate and enthusiastic about declaring his love over and over again.

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another thing clingy Brice likes to do is calls and texts random times during the day. When he's at work and he's feeling homesick, he'd call. just to hear your voice. And to make sure you're ok of course.

Sometimes when he's leaving in the morning. He wouldn't let go of you at all, begging for five more minutes. As appealing as that sounded you couldn't give in as five minutes would turn into an hour turning into you missing work. You learned that the hard way. Instead of staying with him and missing work and also instead of him not seeing you for the whole day, he would call you while you're in work. twice a day, the exact same time not even a minute variation. On the rare occasion he would call a third time at a random point if he discovered exciting news.

your alarm rudely woke you up from your comfortable slumber, the sound reverberating against each wall reaching your ears in the process. The sound everyone dreads waking up to, an alarm. It reminded you that you had to leave the warmth of your bed and go to work at this ever so early hour. You give your eyes a rub and stretch with the little room you had as Bruce was attached to your side. You hated that you would have to leave him, but it had to happen. You try and unwrap his arm from you but this makes him cling harder.

"Bruce, I have to go" you inform him in a low voice.

In response he just lets out a disapproving grunt and burries his head into you even more.

"I'm sorry, bub, but I have to go to work"

this makes him pull the card that he does every morning. It's near impossible to deny it and get up and get ready.

"five more minutes" he whispers with sleep laced in his voice after he lets out a little whine in disapproval.

"go back to sleep" you try and convince him. He Huff's and stays in his position for a while more before rolling onto his back and squeezing his eyes shut while stretching his muscles.

"I'll call you at-" you interrupt him knowing what his next words will be

"12:30. I know, Bruce it's the same everyday" you giggle lightly before kissing him quickly on his forehead and reluctantly moving away to get ready.

Bruce did just that too. what he does everyday. he called at 12:30. you were doing paper work when you heard the phone call. it saved you from possibly going insane. The other side of the line wasnt ringing too long before a perky voice interrupted the beeping.

"hey, Bruce" you say smiling

"well hello, sunshine" he replies.

"so what's the chat about today?" you inquire pushing the pile of paper away.

"anything. I miss your voice. how's work?" he's too cute. you blush in your office alone thankful that nobody would see you.

"hectic. but I'm getting through it" you huff out tired from the day already

"you always do. you're strong" he compliments.

"thanks, Bruce. honestly, you're oh so motivational words help me through the day."

"do they? I guess I'll have to give them more often." he replies that signature smile in his voice.

"I don't know if you can give any more"

"trust me. I'll find a way. keep talking, have you taken your break yet?" he quizzes

"no, not yet. I haven't gotten the chance to" you reply honestly

"you should do that. and make sure to eat, ok?" wow, he sounds like a mom. but it's perfect.

"yeah, I will. thanks for caring. What about you anything special being king of Gotham today?"

he Huffs sarcastically "no. it's so boring today. I had a meeting this morning and I took a nap during it."

"of course you did... look, I love talking with you but I have to finish this pile before midnight next year so I'm gonna go." you tell him reluctantly

"yeah, do that. I want to see you as soon as possible." he replies

"I do too. I'll see you later. I love you"

"I love, you more." he replies before you end the call.

hours go by of filling in paper, highlighting points, dealing with hard clients and so much more. You finally walk back into your office and slump down on the chair hoping for a minute of peace. But that you didn't get. the phone rings again just like it did 17 times already that day. You pick It up after a few rings filled with moments of contemplation on wheather you should answer it or not.

"hello, this is-" you go to say but get cut off by the other person

"y/n, it's me. You'll never guess what happened." he sounds hectic on the other side of the line. you were secretly so over the moon to hear his voice.

"I don't wanna guess. just tell me" you say sounding tired even through the phone.

Bruce seems to calm down from whatever high he has and tells you the news in more of a calmed tone to fit your sleepy mood change from a couple hours ago.

"well, I just found out that we're doing a Collaboration with a big company" he says into the speaker in a hushed tone excitement seeping it's way through.

"no way. that's amazing, congratulations!" you reply excitement starting to wake you up. you were always the first person he told about everything it's adorable and made you feel special.

"and you'll never guess who's company it is" he states suggestively. it immediately clicks that it's your company, why you weren't informed of this you had no idea but that didn't matter right now. you were excited to spend more time with him in the workplace and during the day.

"why wasn't I informed of this?" you inquire showing you understood

"I don't know. you will be though, just act surprised when it happens okay?" he informs

"yeah I will" this was gonna be fun.

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if you want a part two I can make it happen! I have so many more ideas but the post was long enough 🙊

[intriq]

dc characters in the little moon universe react to your death

Takes place in the same universe as the little moon oneshot! i dont know all the characters so if im missing someone immediately inform me and i will f i x i t

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

Bruce...

...is a usually stoic man. Bruce was never one to really show emotions. Except when it came to you.

So when Alfred had returned to Wayne manor that night, cradling your dead, bloody body in his arms? He shuts down. His entire being is numb.

He leaves and doesn't return for days, and he only returned days later because he was injured. He leaves in his wake numerous dead vampires. He'd gone on a spree for you, because the one thing he'd loved as part of his own family was gone. Taken from him by the same monsters that took his parents.

At your funeral, he cries. For the first time, Bruce Wayne cries. He shows emotions, and he's left a broken man.

After your death, he's never quite the same. He's colder, harsher. Doesn't talk to Alfred quite as much because he knows Alfred was the one that took you out, gave you a merciless death.

He knows he shouldn't be angry, but he can't help it. Because he feels like he failed you as your big brother.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you..."

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Jason...

...is particularly devastated by your loss. To him, you were basically the parent he'd never had. The parent that genuinely loved him.

He always tries to keep a little piece of you on his person somewhere when he's out and about taking out vampires. In fact, he's even more brutal than he was before.

He doesn't really talk to anyone much anymore after that, too. Speaks only when spoken to, and if that it's short and to the point. If it's a question or something that he can simply nod his head to, he does that instead.

That gift you got him when he was still Batman's Robin? He treasures it. Keeps it safe. If someone even dares to make a comment on it, it is usually met by a glare and a quick "shut up before I make you" kind of comment.

At your funeral, he doesn't get too close to anyone else. He just watches from the sidelines, in the distance. He approaches your grave after it's ended and just sits there and apologizes to your headstone.

"I'm sorry. I should have been there. I should have been able to stop it. I'm sorry I failed you."

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Tim...

...is also devastated. You were someone he looked up to. A lot.

He visits your bedroom sometimes, knowing he will never see you doing something in there again. He stole one of the pillows from your bed, too. He holds it while he sleeps at night, you know.

Sometimes he wakes up, smelling whatever perfume/body spray/cologne you use on it and thinks your alive still. Only to be reminded that you aren't there.

That you weren't alive anymore.

At your funeral, he's quiet. He's crying, but he's quiet.

He makes a habit of leaving flowers by your grave, too. Your favorites.

"Brought your favorites again. You always liked these, right? I know I sometimes didn't remember, but I'm hoping I'm right this time. You aren't here to remind me anymore, after all..."

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Dick...

...kind of shuts down after he learns what happened. When he learns that you'd been attacked, and it resulted in you becoming a vampire? He hates himself. He shuts down even worse.

He closes himself off to everyone because he feels like an utter and complete failure. He was on patrol the night you'd been attacked, in the same part of Gotham.

He feels like he failed you, failed to save you. If he'd looked around a little harder that night, maybe he could have stopped it. And you'd be alive.

At your funeral he just can't stop thinking about how it should be him in that casket, being lowered into the ground.

He makes a habit of stopping by your grave when he can to just talk to your headstone.

"Hey, it's me again. I hope... Your doing okay. Hope your happy, in a place that's free from vampires. Free of pain. I'm sorry I didn't find you that night, you know. Still am. Even if you'd tell me not to blame myself."

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Damian...

...at first doesn't understand. What did they mean you were dead? That you'd become a vampire?

He refuses to believe it, until he's at your funeral. He cries, too. Cries really hard. He blames Dick for not saving you. Blames him for not stopping the attack that is the reason your no longer with them.

He stops by your grave, though. Talks to you at least once a week. Tells you about himself. Tells you how he's doing, how much he misses seeing you. Says sorry for how mean he'd been the last time you two had been able to talk.

"I'm sorry I was so mean last time we talked. You were right, I shouldn't be so closed off. I know your worried, especially considering I'm already being trained to be a Vampire Hunter. I get you were worried, worried I'd get hurt. But you were hurt, and now I won't have anyone to pester me about being more careful, or buy me those stupid gifts anymore..."

.·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙　✩　̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙ .

Babs...

...is absolutely broken by the news. You two were close, quite close. She could remember the times she'd hung out with you. Remembers the times you'd drag her to places to see something cool.

She doesn't really know what to do besides cry at your funeral. She tries to share stories, but they come out muffled as she just sobs.

She likes to text your number when she misses you. Sometimes she'll even call your number just to hear your voicemail again.

"Hey! Sorry I can't come to the phone right this second, might be a little busy! Call Bruce if it's urgent and he'll make sure I call you back!" She calls your number again. Just one more time, she thinks. One more time and she'll finally go to bed or focus on patrol. "Hey! Sorry I can't come to the phone right this second..."

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Cassandra...

...shuts down just like Bruce does. But instead of burying herself in Vampire Hunter work like he does, she spends time in your bedroom. Sometimes she'll sit in there for hours, other times she does her schoolwork in there.

After your funeral, she sleeps in there, too. On the floor, because she doesn't want to ruin your bed. Doesn't want it to change from the state you'd left it in.

She buys the body spray/perfume/cologne you used to, too. Sometimes she wears it so she can always remember your favorite scent.

Other time she sprays it in your room so it always smells like you, or she'll spray it on a pillow to cry into so she can pretend that she's hugging you instead as you comfort her while she cries, telling her "it's alright, Cass. Let it out, it's alright."

Cassandra hugs the pillow tighter as she lays on your bedroom floor, crying. Sobbing so hard her body shakes, that she almost can't breath. But when she does, she breathes through her nose, and she can smell your favorite body spray/perfume/cologne on the pillow she's holding. And she simply hugs it tighter as a result.

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☾ Alfred...

...doesn't quite seem the same after your death. He had to kill you, after all. You were practically his child, after all. His little moon.

He doesn't make your bed after your death. All he does is make sure not an ounce of dust has a chance to build up, but he never changes the sheet on your bed. Never removes the pillows from your bed, or the blanket.

The most he'll do to your pillow is fluff it, acting as if he's expecting you home after your long day of school/work.

He still sometimes accidentally makes too much for dinner and breakfast. He sometimes still sets out an extra plate where you used to sit.

No one dares to sit there.

Sometimes he'll still put food on that empty plate for that empty chair, because he forgets your not here anymore.

But when he realizes, he just throws it away.

After your funeral, he spends a lot of time looking through the pictures on your phone. Smiling at some, crying at some, laughing at some.

He keeps a picture of you during your high school graduation framed in his room, so he can always remember you.

"Little moon, I made you your favorite! It's time to wake up!" Alfred calls from the kitchen as he puts your favorite breakfast food on the plate, setting it down in the same spot you'd always sit in, before he realizes. Before he remembers. "Ah... right. You... Won't be here to eat breakfast with Bruce anymore..."

[ah0yh0y]

character picrew game!!

was tagged by @quotidian-oblivion like 6 months ago thx for the TAG

Rules: Make a couple characters (or just one! as many as you want/have time for) from your WIP. Use whatever Picrew suits the vibe best—just make sure to link it. Tag a couple people to do the same.

I used the same template Quo did. This one

im doing this for my murder most unladylike wip which is untitled at the moment , ACTUALLY DONE!!! (also like 4 months ago i forgot i did this) it is called spreading our ashes in the sun and you can check it out of ao3 by clicking on the title just here!

It features my favourite people - the cambridge crew! (specifically Harold and Bertie) [includes exam mental breakdown and tea]

now this fic takes place right after an exam and like in the 1930s (technically, I did my best) so theres not much room for fun costumes and such so ill be making two versions . 1 - as in how they appear in fic and 2- another version which is just how the characters mentally would dress (excluding stephen and alfred which only have the latter) (i have included analysis to go along with the picrews as well)

this is going to be long bc i like extracting meaning from the smallest things and like referencing my fic obvi so its under the cut!! also spoilers for the fic as well

Harold

fic picrew

Harold has not thought of changing his clothing since coming out of that exam, he is only clenching his teeth so hard it might explode which is why he is wearing a plain jumper over a shirt. the circular glasses are the most south asian thing ever (for me at least) , so thats a reference to that. he is very much trying very hard not to express his emotions, because he knows in the grand scheme of things it is only a "small issue" it doesnt really matter , the past is in the past and he should be done with it. but really he cannot stop thinking about it (shown through how there are stars in the background like explosions you can say but are faint). the white i think was also a reference to the "hot white breathe" of panic. green in regards to this references bile. he is somewhat disgusted with himself i think, and also haven't not eaten his stomach is not feeling great. the scars i think were references to his "night climbing" pasttime , but also in my notes i mention a doorway - who knows what that was about but.

feeling picrew

HE IS EXHAUSTED that is the crux. he is mentally lying on his bed , drifting and then crying into his pillow and curling into his blanket. i always imagine harold with frog-esque things becuase he is very cottage core to me (and also like part of the me thinks he really loves the creatures living in the bottom of the garden), (also gardening is a theme within the family ala my bad gardener george headcanon ,as those on the discord know) . but on another level it is also Harold trying to cling onto comfort, which he cannot get in the actual fic , because he is denying himself it. the scars on his face match up with the actual fic version , his hair is messier from mushing his face into a pillow and he is wearing a cardigan because i think of him as a knitter or that sort of craft aligned and when he is stressed he creates clothing (but thats technically not in this). there was additional purpose behind the sepia filter as well, that i cannot remember at the moment. but right now it reminds me of how harold feels somewhat like a faded photograph destined to a dusty cupboard past his prime (as i say in the additional tags it is much like the outro of olivia rodrigo's teenage dream - "they all say that it gets better/ it gets better the more you grow/ they all say it gets better/ it gets better but what if i dont?")

Bertie

fic picrew

Bertie here is trying to give a comforting smile at Harold, however his smile is wobbly, becuase he has also have other things on his mind (reeling from a letter from stephen, terrifed of hurting harold and on another level making him more upset (its bc of stephen) but also just being "urgently concerned" , bertie is full of multitudes). this is also referenced by the background in which according to my old notes before finishing this fic is a reference to now Bertie is also exploding with emotion , except with worry instead of panic.

with new eyes however , i think it also reflects how Bertie is also hiding his emotions as well (colour choice to me blends into the background more) because he is so focused on the task at hand, it is natural to him that his other emotions are set to the side in the background so to speak.

onto more miscellaneous details

-he has a scrape across the mouth from a childhood accident and has a cut across his cheek from his shared night climbing pastime. ---he also has sticky outy ears because i say so -he has the twinkle in his eyes because it is goddam Bertie Wells and he is full of charm and charisma, it is the same twinkle somewhat of the one that Felix, his uncle is reported to have. (he has been trying for years to have it , he has not noticed he kind of already does. nobody has told him)

another note: the green is bertie colour (because his "green trousers" and the blue harold but they have each others because they care for oneanother alot and are focusing on the others concern . harold feels like a very blue person to me (also besties)

feeling picrew

literally not much here other than a more visual manifestation of what he is actually feeling. background is darker bc he has also the holdover from being whipped up wiht emotion since reading the letter form stephen. brighter stars is a "fizzing like a rocket" reference

the moustache change is an oversight, but now i like to think that its a manifestation of how much he feels like hes aged since the events of arsenic for tea and his relationship with stephen (this is like literally pulling stuff out of nothing but like still). the heart breaking , kinda goes two ways: breaking for harold as shown in the fic and also somewhat breaking from stephens letter (also referenced through the picrew through the shooting stars on his shirt like their relationship which was actively not really healthy, and very quickly crashing and burnt through)

although that isnt explicitly shown throughout the fic i did want Bertie's inner turmoil to be an undercurrent throughout.

the pjama shirt according to my old notes has soemthing to do with how raw Bertie is feeling throughout the fic besides him just being worn

Stephen

Stephen is interesting, as although he's very much explicitly not in the fic he is very much guides Bertie's actions throughout. i honestly dont know why i decided to create him as a picrew as he isnt in the fic but i guess i wanted 4 picrews.

background is a grid bc mans in JAIL LIKE HE DESERVES.

hair is two coloured because i always thought stephen with black hair but the in the books hes got brown? so now hes got two coloured hair bc i wanted to pay homage to that.

stephen was always the type of person to be somewhat perpetually upset with Bertie or actually something or rather , and in Bertie's mind that is the image that is left of him, which is why he looks like hes sulking.

he's sweating because he actually does feel quite guilty and Bertie cannot find in himself a way to fully hold a grudge against him at least thats what it says in my old notes

now, i actually have no idea why he would be sweating maybe prison is hot

clothing - couldnt find prision clothes and wanted some sort of variation so orange on orange is what you get

Alfred

i have no notes post this point so we are in the vast deadlands now.

jacket literally just feels like a jacket alfred would wear in a modern au, same with the shirt also the eyebrow he would have a slit eyebrow

the heart i think is something to do with the fact that alfred actually really cares for harold (whether harold knows it or not)

only thing i truely remember is for the spotlight background its yellow because he's the one who goes "why the hell are you in the dark" and makes them turn on the light

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and thats done i guess hoped you enjoyed this

[lambsouvlaki]

I don’t have an ao3 account so I’ll leave this here. Recalled to Life is soooo good man the parallels between nemo and his family and Jason and his family :(

“anyone could fake tears for a little brother they never really wanted. Save the relief that he was finally gone for when nobody was looking” IM NOT OKAY

Alfred being the good father out of him and Bruce… 😶

the way you explore Jason’s relationships through parallels and allusions and his thought process ugh it’s just incredible

anyways if I think about it too much I’ll start crying because I always think about how badly Jason was failed even just before his death. Especially bc a lot of people will talk about Bruce and ignore the fact that, well, Jason and Dick kind of always have had a very complex relationship. I understand why Dick, Bruce, Alfred, etc were acting the way they were, but still. “Nemo might still be alive” and all that.

thanks for writing!!

Thank you so much! 💚💚💚

All Jason’s experiences with family have been a letdown for him, even by people who had the best of intentions, and its left him so jaded. But he’s still so desperate for love and belonging.

His relationship with dick is so complicated and i love it. Brothers(?) of all time.

[da-gamingojichan]

Alfred F Jones is crying himself that you haven’t drawn Italy riding Germany’s face he is sobbing America is crying

bitch im crying too okay AAUGWHSJIEUE WHY HAVENT I DRAWN IT YET. ITS NOT A FUCKING JOKE. IM NGL. IM NOT A SEX GUY OKAY I LIKE KISSING AND HUGGING AND MISSIONARY BUT ONLY IF THEY SAY I LOVE YOU DURING IT. BUT OHHH MY GOD ITALY RIDING GERMANYS FACE IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAW.... HAWT!!!!!! *SLAPS FACE* GYAHHHH!!!!!! ITS ONE OF THE FEW THINGS IM SO VERY TOTALLY INTO. I WANT ITALY TO FUCKING SUFFOCATE HIM DEATH LIKE KILL THE BITCH FOR REAL THIS TIME. I WANT GERMANY TO STRAIGHT UP ALMOST PASS OUT FROM LACK OF AIR AND TO KEEP TRYING HIS BEST TO USE HIS MOUTH EVEN THO ITALY IS GRINDING DOWN ON HIM AND DOING 90% OF THE WORLD BC GERMANYS TONGUE GAME IS SO BAD. shy** sex. fluids. TO MAKE IT THROUGH THE GODDAMN SAHARA DESERT. ITS SO GOOD BECAUSE I THINK ITALY GRABS GERMANYS HEAD AND USES IT LIKE A STICK SHIFT WHEN HE GIVES HEAD IN THE BLOWJOB POSITION. BUT ITALY RIDING GERMANYS FACE IS EVEN BETTER BECAUSE ITALY HAS WEAK AS FUCK ARMS AND WHEN HE RIDES HIS FACE HE CAN GO FULLY AS HARD AS HE WANTS TO ON HIM AND SUFFOCATE HIM AND GET HIS ENTIRE FACE ALL MESSED UP. it does have cons where he cant pull his hair to admire his own work but yknow he still gets to enjoy the fruit of his labor when he finally gets off him and sees germany withered like a mummy and gasping for dear air. germany is also the type to so very totally cream from giving head oughhggwgs OHHHVMY GODDDD 😍😍😍😍 AUAGuhw IM RUNNING IN CIRCLES N SHIT OHHH MY GOD YES!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!! ITALY OVERSTIMS HIM FROM RIDING HIS FACE SO HARD AND ITS EVEN BETTER BC EACH TIME GERMANY FINISHES HIS MOUTH SUCKS IN HARDER AAAAUUAAUAUUAAUUAUAUAGAUFWUSAAUAGWUZHS AMEN BROTHER... IM SHEDDING A SINGLE TEAR RN... AMEN!!!!!! ILL DRINK TO THAT!!!!!!!!

sorry i got a little carried away there. I just really. Really. Like italy riding germanys face. i dont even like head that much tbh but itager sex hits different for me u guys kno that

[professionallydeadinside]

IM GLAD YOU LIKED MY SILLY RAMBLES 🥰🥰🥰

DC is not without its criticisms but I looove the stories and creations that come from it. And I will have you know I did indeed watch LBM again since writing those messages!! And despite rewatching it. Many times, I did indeed almost cry once again at The One Scene with Alfred and Slow Motion (you’ll know if/when you watch it). It always gets me. “Oh it’ll be harder to cry once you’re on testosterone” those doctors lied to me /j

All in all, the batman IP is. So, so good when done right. Batman as a character is MEANT to have flaws, and be especially careful and tender with children, because *he* doesn’t want kids to grow up as sad as he was after his parents died. He’s supposed to have flaws and tunnel vision, because that’s what trauma DOES. A good batman story is about healing, even by helping others, and ESPECIALLY by letting others be close to him again.

I think it’s why I love The Batman (2004), The Batman (2022), and the Arkham games so much. Batman has no choice but to let other people close to him, even if it’s hard, or admit he can’t be the PERFECT hero and predict everything before it happens. He can only try his best. Because he is HUMAN above all else. Even the Lego Batman “Family Matters” short film touches on this.

I just love that so much. It makes me so happy to have a couple of the silly Lego minifigures from LBM — I want to try and order some of the blind-bags from the inevitable bulk-buyers who always try to sell them later on. Maybe in a couple months, though. Right now I also have serious Epic Mickey 2 hyperfixation, so the Oswald Disney Blind Bag minifig and probably Steamboat Willy are on the Lego wishlist first.

— 🎬

YEAHHHH MOVIE ANON HIII MOVIE ANON JHGFDSDFGHJ I love this because I know next to nothing about batman so I'm just taking everything you say as fact wasdfghgf

[dairy-farmer]

just imagining a world where everyone thinks they're Tim's first 😊

Dick falling in lust while training a brand new Robin, still fresh with grief and self-loathing after Jason (Robin is my legacy to protect)

Bruce finally caving and seeking comfort from the one that has never condescended to him while he was at his lowest (this is MY Robin and I won't let anything near the ones I care for again)

Steph trying to convince her one track mind Robin boyfriend to let his guard down... Kon being eager to teach freaky smart Tim a thing or two.... Roy??? (sidenote oml RoyTim is a fav of mine and I'd love to know your take on them!!) ... Jason stalking Tim and feeling like he has to show him how limited his trust should be (aka love me! choose me! pick me! loll) ... maybe Clark or Hal or anyone else from the JL?

just all the heroes/antiheroes maybe even villains all being like... sweet, virginal Tim... someone has to love/protect/fuck him like he deserves

and then Tim's first is actually someone no one considered... idk what's the most shocking? Robin!Jason? or Jack? maybe a babysitter or childhood friend or something

!!!!!!! oooooo YESS THIS!!! presumed virgin!tim!!!

he says stuff, like 'i'm not ready for that quite yet' or 'i don't think this is the time/place' and it makes people think he's a virgin because he puts it off so much. plus tim is so attractive, a nicely androgynous look with a sweet face so he appeals to all ends of the spectrum- there's no way he hasn't gotten offers before. but then he gives into them. and they all think they're tim's first!!!!

dick, it's when they're training. things are getting kind of hot and heavy and he's not in the best place. he's in charge of expanding tim's flexibility during his robin training and tim's doing a good job. he's making these low soft sounds as he falls deeper into a stretch and dick he....his engagement with kory has been called off. jason is in the ground, the robin mantle has been empty for awhile and now its being filled by tim and dick he...he never did this sort of thing with jason. the only time he came to the manor was to scream at bruce and then leave. he never gave jason, robin, the time of day. and it cuts deep because he created robin and then he left him to struggle. he left a robin to learn to fly on his own and now he was dead.

dick doesn't even notice he's crying, not until gently hands are wiping his tears away with a soft towel and a soft voice is fussing over him. tim's hands are so warm and soft. the palms are reddened and developing callouses so they're still a bit soft. chalk coats his palm and leve white ghost handprints on dick's dark clothing. the thing that gets to dick is how gentle tim is with him. carefully tilting his head up and patting at the tears going down dick's face. his pretty pink lips are getting bitten on as he focuses, his big doe-like eyes are blinking dark pretty lashes at him and when tim's face drifts close...dick can't help himself. he leans in for a kiss and tim freezes.

dick wants to pul back and apologize, excuse himself and beat himself up about what the fuck he was thinking in the care. he knows that depression alters a person's mental state, makes them behave and think in manners they wouldn't if they were better. dick knows he depressed even without seeing a doctor about it and its that knowledge alone that should be the reason he removes himself from the situation but he doesn't. he stays. and eventually, tim kisses him back.

dick fucks him gently on those mats. he feels tim pant and gasp against his neck, feels his his scrambling for purchasing and digging nails into the back of dick's workout shirt. dick fucks with all the contianed grief and pain he's kept inside for months. he cums into tim with a sick mix of a sob and groan and apologies spilling out of his lips like oil flowing out of his mouth. 'oh god im sorry im so sorry im so so sorry'. bruce is out with alfred for gala and they're not scheduled to return for several more hours.

tim holds him, murmurs reassurances and lets dick cry in his chest until he gets hard again. he looks up at tim with tear filled eyes.

tim stares at him the same way dick imagined jesus would look at his disciples. with tender care and understanding. dick fucks him again and he's careful, he tries to make it good, tries to draw out tim's little sounds and tender moans. when tim's head tilts back like he really likes something, dick does it again. he does it until tim arches up and clenches around him. then dick follows him.

dick hopes it was good, that tim looks back on his first time with a sobbing, trembling mess of a man and still considers it good.

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it's after a hard night that bruce gives in.

it's been a bad week, a bad month really. case after case after case. people that bruce had put away when he'd started as batman are being put out on parole and they haven't changed at all. Arkham decided to switch security systems without informing the GCPD and now a third of the non-violent offenders were wandering through the city. organized crime was up to their usual shit but made worse with a new family from the west coast trying to branch their business into Gotham.

bruce is slipping. relapsing again. the lulling voice of the liquor locked in a cabinet is becoming too alluring. it's getting harder to get out of bed again and when he does he just feels so tired. on the streets he's hitting harder. not pulling his punches as much.

tim has been away for three days for some overnight school trip and its on the second day he was supposed to be gone that tim finds him lounging beside the batmobile in civilian clothes.

he stares at bruce, suit dirtied, knuckles wet with drying blood.

bruce expect disappointment, a shaking head like of course he couldn't be left alone, maybe even a blank stare.

instead, tim's brows furrow in worry and he shepherds bruce to the batmobile.

bruce tries asking what tim's doing when he's supposed to be away and tim waves it away, says something about the hotel the students were staying in being a short train ride away and he'd had a feeling when bruce didn't text him goodnight like he always did.

and bruce falters.

tim sensed something was wrong with him and sought him out.

he caught onto a change in bruce's behavior and out of concern for him, took a train in the middle of the night to gotham just to check on him.

he could've called and bruce would've picked up. he could've texted and bruce would've responded.

but he'd come instead.

and bruce...he...he's not sure why it fills him with so much emotion to know that tim would reach out to him like that.

bruce is sitting in the batmobile before he knows it. tim is in the passenger side and he's turning up the heating, the hot air blowing on bruce's chilled skin. tim is rubbing his hands and cupping them, blowing hot air between them and that's when bruce realizes how lightly tim is dressed. thin, blue, cotton pajama bottoms and a black zip up hoodie. he's wearing mint green crew socks tucked into the school-issue uniform sneakers.

tim's gentle hands peel the gloves off bruce's bloodied gloves and tim makes a soft mournful sound at the sight of bruce's bruised knuckles. bruce's gloves are padded and normally his hands are unscathed. it's a testament to how hard he was throwing his punches.

bruce wants to slump down in his seat. wants the clawing empty feeling in his gut to go away.

tim brushes a soft thumb over his knuckles and starts massaging his hand. tim's fingers are ice cold and he's humming a soft song as he works his fingers into the hard lines of bruce's palm.

this isn't the first time that tim has cared for him. it's not the first time that tim has chased him to make sure he wasn't hurt after a bout of recklessness. and everytime tim treats him with kindess, with care. gentle hands handling all the broken edges of bruce.

maybe it's the soft mumurs, the careful hands, or the warm air blowing on them. maybe it's the quiet of the street or the voices in th back of his head that beg him to seek some kind of relief from his pained existence.

the voices that bruce usually pays no mind to.

but that night, in the batmobile.

bruce listens.

the thin pajama pants and tim's underwear come off easily, exposing his little cunt to bruce. his hole is tight and tim gasps, hips jolting when bruce thrusts in one the fingers from the bare hand that tim peeling the glove off of. they're in the backseat, the only place in the batmobile that will allow bruce to lay tim down.

bruce doesn't want to hurt him. he doesn't.

he takes his time and stretches tim's pussy out carefully. he rips packets of lube and slips on a condom that he usually carries around in case he meets selina.

he doesn't think he can ever carry them around without thinking of how hot and tight tim was when he first pressed in. he felt the batears getting grabbed by tim's hands as bruce pressed in, sinking as much as he could until he bottomed out.

bruce has never fucked with the cowl on. he always had to take it off because no one wanted batman, they didn't care for him not like how bruce did. everyone wanted him to be bruce more than they wanted him to be batman even though bruce was weak. bruce was pathetic. bruce gave into his impulses.

bruce was fucking tim but wearing the face of the bat.

the bat that tim had done everything he could to save.

sacrificing his body, his mind- giving everything he could to batman and still offering more.

tim cums quickly. bruce's fingers on his clit squeeze pleasure out of him and groan at the tight vice of his cunt around his cock.

bruce fucks short, hard thrusts into tim until he's spilling into the condom.

he heaves his breathes and looks down at tim whose hair is spread around him like a halo and whose eyes are so bright and glittering as they stare at bruce with adoration.

"batman" he murmurs softly, awe in his voice as his gentle hand strokes down the side of bruce's cowl and reaches his cheek, cupping it.

even without a mask, without his suit. bruce knows without a doubt that person lying under him is robin.

his robin.

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yes!!! to all your other suggestions as well!!!!!

kon and tim grow close as friends and i can definitly imagine them cleaning up after a Titan's celebration. it's just them, they're a little tipsy and kon invites tim back to his room half as a joke and half serious but then tim says yes.

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roy and tim would cross paths because they have mutual contacts. i think jason would give tim roy's number as a contact for someone who can do discreet work and has a hell of a mind for reverse engineering weapons. and tim. stumbles across what seems like an alien gun for one of his cases and he remembers roy's number. and tim ends up in the middle of this studio watching as his expertly dismantles this thing tim hasn't been able to figure out for week. and tim gets...excited. he's always had a thing for competence. and roy takes note of his red cheeks, his darting eyes following the lines of his tattoos and muscles and he...well he shows off a little for the kid. flexes, gives him the look and is filled with amusement when the little robin stutters and gets flustered.

someone it ends up with roy's pants undone, fly down, and jeans lowered to just under his ass as he fucked a gasping, squirming little baby bird on his work bench. roy can't fumble out a condom in time and ends up spilling a load in jay birds kid brother and between a mind numbing orgasm all he can feel is a mix of panicked fear and pride at the fact that he'll die for taking tiny tim's virginity.

side note I LOVE roytim!!!! fics on it are so rare but i think i've read about all of them. the most hilarious scene i can recall is this one where jason walks in on tim and roy making out:

“You really did get hit in the head.”

Roy reared back so sharply he might’ve pulled something, narrowly avoiding getting hit in the face with the controller Tim was still holding in the hand not currently dislodging his hair from his scalp. Ow.

Jason looked supremely unimpressed, where he stood in the doorway with his arms folded.

“Not that I’d expect you to be a shining paragon of morality, Harper, but really? The feeble and infirm? That’s low, even for you.”

He was at least ninety-nine percent likely to be armed, Roy realized. Probably more, since the big bat was out of town. This was the day he would die.

“Alright, up you get. Let’s go, one on one, square up.” Jason slipped into a ready stance, as Cassandra peeked around the doorframe."

-From Guns For Hire, Shoot You With Desire by chronicallyHaughty

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jason's a bit unique where i think it would happen after they've developed a more stable relationship. one where they're more brotherly than enemies which makes jason feel all kinds of awkward when he finds himself stalking tim.

finding out where he hangs out and with who. who he's seeing if he's seeing anyone.

jason clenches his fists and watches as some douchebag 'bro' takes his brother out on a date and trys planting a fat wet one on him without even waiting for dessert.

it's not planned. jason would like for that much to be on record. he wasn't creeping on timmy and trying to manipulate him or take advantage of him at his lowest like he was an injured water buffalo.

it's after a hard patrol and they've retreated to jason's apartment. jason has sent the kid off for a shower and offered he bed for the night so he doesn't crash his bike while trying to nurse his injuries. he comes out smelling like jason's dollar store shampoo and bodywash, he's in an old muscle tee that shows off the edge of his little tits and a pair of old boxers so big they're basically falling off.

tim helps wrap jason's injuries after he'd has his turn in the shower and they're so close. the smell of disinfectant between them and the quiet snip of bandages being cut with a pair of shears.

they both down a few painkillers and something to help them rest easy and then they look up and stare at each other's eyes and...

jason feels a bit guilty that the kid's first time is on a ratty couch in the middle of jason's living room. it's sloppy and uncoordinated and they're both being so careful trying not to jostle the other's injuries. jason's orgasm is followed by the startled gasp of tim and the realization that he's popped a stitch. tim cums covered in jason's blood and tilting his head back to show off the expanse of his white throat the reddened line of the scar cutting across it.

they pant together, both wincing occasionally and trying to drowsily sew jason back together before the shit they took for sleep kicks in and knocks them both out before they can finish.

it does they wake up to tim's pussy leaking jason's cum and part of the mess dried on his inner thighs and crusty blood from jason's cut painting both them and the couch.

tim helps him clean up and jason awkwardly apologizes for the mess (both of them).

but tim just smiles and shyly looks away before saying it was fine. tim still had a good time.

and jason....shit jason believes him.

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any members of the justice league i feel would definitly do it with tim on an outerspace mission where batman isn't there.

a sort of 'fuck or i'll die situation'.

maybe a ritual on an alien planet. getting infected with spores. something where the leaguer is in the position of either having to fuck batman's protege or letting him die and being the one to tell batman about it.

and they do it. because they're the senior officer on the mission and robin is their responsibility so they'll do it in order to get him back saefly and mostly unharmed.

they'll apologize the whole time. tell tim he can close his eyes and imagine someone else. and tim reassures them the whole time. tell them he understands and its alright, it's alright he knows why they're doing it.

they never tell batman. they omit the detail about taking robin's virginity on the mission and they tell no one, not their friends, not other leaguers, not their spouses. they keep it between them and they're not sure if what they feel is guilt when they remember how tim sobbed under them, gasping and arching and taking them so well.

some nights they dream and they remember the pretty twist of tim's face, the way his wet mouth had parted, the sloppy wetness gushing from his pussy, the gutted 'hhnn hnnnn nngh' sounds that sang out of him.

they keep it to themselves and they never tell a soul.

until some magic shit happens because it's always fucking magic.

multidimensional collapses, the universe is folding in on itself blah blah blah.

they need a lamb, a stand-in sacrifice that meets specific requirements for purity of heart or some nonsense. it turns out the third robin fits the bill perfectly for milestones and title achievements. so constantine, zatanna, and a few others raid the kid's childhood bedroom looking for ingredients.

they manage to dig out some first bone (baby teeth), the blood of a beloved 'friend' (stuffing from an old teddy bear), as well as a bunch of other 'technically correct' things that register as acceptable for standards of magic but they need a final thing.

'essence of virgin' would usually just mean blood taken from a person who has never had their blood involved in a magic ritual before. but red robin is friends with lots of magic users and his virgin ritual blood has long been used up.

in which case they would need the blood of another person to serve as a replacement.

the blood of the person he first exchanged essences with.

and the leaguer freezes along with the rest of the room at zatanna's careful phrasing.

constantine is nowhere near as delicate when he clarifies that she means they need the blood of the person the kid first orgasmed with.

exhange of 'essences' and all that.

and the leaguer is already saying his prayers, hoping batman will at least let him explain first.

instead. red robin just lets out a short 'oh!' followed by a 'i think i have his number, hold on let me text him'.

and that's when they find out about red robin's favorite counselor from summer camp.

"you lost your virginity to him?"

nightwing's voice is tensed and there's a line in his body that promises retribution as red robin pulls up old photos of (much too young) himself getting his cheek kissed by some sun-tanned, blond-haired teenager that looked like a future frat boy.

"huh?" red robin replied with confusion, head tilted with so much innocent confusion. "no? constantine said the first one i exchanged essences with? he's just the first person that ever made me cum."

the leaguer nearly guffaws with the frankness and a look around the room reveals that a lot of people are as taken aback by the news.

xxxx

i made a thread earlier today about tim having fucked his summer camp counselors and while writing this it still hadn't left my head 😩😩😩

i couldn't come up with a more in depth ending but i hope this small snippet of how i think it played out was alright!!!!

i LOVED the prompt, the drama, the stress, the want, and then an ultimate reveal!!! it was amazing!!! thank you so much for sending it in!!!! <33333333

[warrenwaskilledbyadeer]

thank you for the add on! didnt know they are actually official,, in case you were adressing me personally (lowk flattered) i did end up redoing my commentary tags haha, my thought process is that comics have progressed quite a bit from their conception to now and are taking themselves a lot more seriously... which is something i think majority of comic fans on tumblr actually like because the focus is on actually expanding these characters into multi-faceted ones with good and bad aspects and (imo) WFA takes away from that a bit.... i rlly like WFA as a pick me up actually and i think silly comics can act as a sort of filler-episode-adjacent force in comics but not all the time, ykno?

honestly? most of comic tumblr shits on the mcu in part for them incorporating a lot of silly scenes into their movies and all comic tumblr would do is complain if comics suddenly became 100% silly again, haha..

BTW!!! this isnt meant as a slight or diss or anything!!, im just very interested in this whole conversation (quite literally shaking with excitement to talk abt it lool)

sorry if this is invasive in any way!

No no problem at all!! Yes I was responding to you at the beginning of that haha and I do agree that, while I love WFA, it's not great as like a main content intake for Batman or superheroes in general, definitely more for filler-episode material. When it first came out I was really excited to see it since in the comics they'd just killed Alfred (bad choice) and in movies they're... still learning how to portray Batman lmao, but I hope it being so popular will allow Batman movies to become at least closer to what we see in the comics!

I also agree that it is a good thing that comics grew into taking themselves seriously!! Knightfall is one of my favorite comics ever I can't even count how many times I've read it, and things like The Killing Joke will always be so iconic for a reason. But my favorite parts of those stories are still the characters relationships with each other and how they're being affected (when Bruce tucks the lock of hair behind Babs' ear when she wakes up in the hospital AAHH I cry every time). Comics have definitely found a good balance of serious and lighthearted that I think superhero movies are still searching for, Hollywood kind of realized all at once that superhero stories are worth being taken seriously but then they sort of tipped the scales too far in the other direction, you know? There's very little place for that fun rompiness and they go pretty far out of their way to try and make things "realistic" which is pretty silly to try and do to superheroes of all things haha

BTAS, STAS and Young Justice will probably always be my favorite superhero shows because they managed to achieve the same balance we see in comics themselves! I just have my fingers crossed Hollywood will learn to let heroes have some fun again too

Thank you so much for this ask I also really love discussing this!! I'm glad you didn't think I was attacking you because I really really wasn't trying to

[not-another-robin]

alfred for the character thing im curious! failing that then cass <3

AAAAH MY TWO FAVES <3 I'm gonna do both but Alfred first!!

favorite thing about them

The dadliness of COURSE it's the dadliness. The general idea of how loyal to a fault he is, that he dedicated his life to taking care of this boy he cared for so much, and his family growing in turn, I just cry. I have so many emotions about how underrated Alfred's angle in the whole found family thing is - PLUS I think he has so much potential for emotionally resonate backstory and parallels with Bruce because of that. Do not test me I will break into DC and MAKE THEM let me rewrite Alfred's backstory

least favorite thing about them

Predictably from the last thing I hate it when he gets written as too stuck up to the point of fucking Bruce up even more as a child. Generally the idea of not allowing Bruce to be a kid when he's lost so much just makes me really sad, and I hate any timelines that involve Alfred OR Bruce hitting the batkids in any context :( listen I'm just a big baby I'm hear for camp not abusive family dynamics

brOTP

Oh my god so many. Him and any of the batkids - all of them have excellent dynamics, Dickie literally calling Alfred his best friend is my favorite thing. And of course I love him and Bruce's dynamic, these fuckers have had 1 (one) friend (each other) for going on two decades they are a bizarre little pair. Pure same guy syndrome I love it. Also of course Martha Kent!!!! I <3 want <3 them <3 to <3 be <3 best <3 friends !!! They go on vacation together, they gossip about love triangles in the league, they share casserole recipes, they kick ass. Adore them.

OTP

OUGH I will die on the hill of the Alfred, Thomas, and Martha polycule. I have an ungodly amount of thoughts about their shared history and positive impact on each other's lives and negative impact on each other's reputations but they got through it together,, making the Wayne deaths hurt like hell is my favorite pastime ♥️

nOTP

Only the obvious bat ones, I don't really have any grudges against run of the mill ships for him. Maybe him and Leslie Thompkins? I like to think Leslie is Lesbian, and I think they're coupling is always kinda forced and weird. They are mlm/wlw co-parenting solidarity

random headcanon

He has a passing interest in fashion, costuming, and sewing. He had a lot of fun helping Martha with her outfits, hair and makeup and it was one of the small things he missed when she passed. He was very excited when girls started joining the batfamily (and when dick had a more adventurous sense of style than Bruce). He wears the same thing every day but his kids will look good dammit

unpopular opinion

As funny as it can be (That "I raised a man too soft hearted for this world, luckily my mother can't say the same" post always makes me HOWL) , I really hate the whole 'alfred likes guns' thing. IDK, at least to me he'd have similar hang ups about it as Bruce, his best friends and his child's parents were killed my gun violence, I just can't see him staying into them. I like him better with swords

song i associate with them

Hmmmmm Happy Days are Here Again, especially with this montage from the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. The end of this song gives me panic attacks in a good way <3 it's nostalgic and beautiful but also like. Very scary and urgent. Since I associate it with this scene it always gives me those panicked vibes of life getting increasingly more fucked up, like per say, starting as a butler for a loving idealic family, having them get murdered in front of their son, and ending with 9 vigilants on your hands

favorite picture of them

I cannot say enough how obsessed I am with tiny Alfreds in the tnba comics. Also not really a pic of him but honorable mention to "Alfred youre being goofy"

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

tagged by @ragnarokhound <3

name: kai (yes im a trans man named kai, its a good name, okay?)

pronouns: he/they

where do you call home: eh the general answer is west of england, midlands and up. theres a sentimental answer but its a pretty small area so im not gonna potentially dox myself in a tag game dhdjsjs

favourite animal: walrus all the way, baby! although my url is actually unrelated to my love of walruses. theyre just the best animals, theyre big old chunky boys with two big front teeth that can grow to over 3ft in length. when on land, they huddle together in cuddle piles. AND mama walruses can use their flippers to pick up their babies and cuddle them to their chest; tell me thats not the cutest thing youve heard today.

cereal of choice: im not really a cereal person or like a breakfast person at all, but if im having it, golden nuggets or nothin'

visual, auditory or kinesthetic learner: ...all of them? idk, it depends on what im learning. auditory probably less so than the others just because my auditory processing isnt just trash, its trash the binmen wont take.

first pet: my parents had four cats before they had me and my brother so i guess them? they were thomas, alfred, cally and misty. my uncle, who incidentally doesnt believe in seatbelts, named alfred.

favourite scent:

no but seriously i have a very strong scent of smell which is part of why im such a picky eater like im yet to meet a food that smelt bad and tasted good, but i just,,,, dont have a favourite scent?

my brother gave me a lynx body spray of his he didnt want pretty soon after i came out the third time, as trans this time, and its definitely a he got the spirit moment so i guess that.

do you believe in astrology: nah, its not my thing really. all the more to you if its yours as long as you dont try to ascribe my behaviour to me being a taurus, thats the mental illness or the autism or the adhd or the neurological disorder thats pushing my eyes out of my skull very slowly.

how many playlists on spotify/apple music: 28 which is more than i thought i had. right now, theres only like 3 im cycling through named dead reckoning, the old swan, and dutch angle / danish pastry.

sharpies or highlighters: yeah so like, we could never afford sharpies in my house so its highlighters my default. sharpies are like mega expensive in the uk and by mega expensive, i mean unaffordable for a child of a working class single parent.

songs that make you cry: hmm. thats kinda difficult because whether i cry depends almost entirely on my mood. if i had to name some, i guess id go with:

a little fall of rain, turning and empty chairs at empty tables from the london cast recording of les mis (its vital to specify this, okay?); george blagdens secret? recording of drink with me; breathe from in the heights; flowers, doubt comes in, promises, gone im gone, and we raise our cups from hadestown (are you sensing a theme yet?); unruly heart from the prom; here i go again specifically from the rock of ages musical (and NOT the tom cruise movie, i saw this musical live and i cried); i know where ive been by queen latifah, and also from pretty much any hairspray cast recording; if i met myself again, ugly in this ugly world and hes my boy from everybodys talking about jaime and i have sobbed at all three of these songs.

and finally: grandmas song, deep into the ground, he could be a star and once we were kids from billy elliot, and yes i cry at most of act 2, i was raised working class in a working class area that was once revered for its industry and has since been forgotten and left to drown in poverty, how am i meant to not cry at it?

songs that make you happy: hmm again. throw the entirety of the first mamma mia soundtrack onto the list. then welcome to paradise & coming clean by green day (when i was a very depressed teenager, listening to green day always made me feel better, both about the world and about myself); the irony of choking of a lifesaver by all time low because its moms favourite song of theirs and weve gone to see them live five times together; merry christmas maggie thatcher from billy elliot because fuck that bitch; legend of coco chanel from everybodys talking about jaime; sexy from the mean girls musical; do it for your lover by manel navarro; strangers & i dont want to talk about me by stereo jane (the strangers music video is so fucking bisexual yall); king of my heart by sub-radio; ghost ship of cannibal rats by billy talent; carpe diem by joker out; who the hell is edgar by teya and salena; let me entertain you by robbie williams because i sang it in karaoke as a 7 year old who did not know the words and then proceeded to get obsessed with robbie fucking williams for a while; slipping away by materia; and 68 guns by the alarm which is a funny little one because it reminds me of my dad but i still enjoy the song and ive made a conscious choice not to limit my music taste just because some asshole whos not even a good hobby ghost hunter likes it too, you know?

do you write/draw/create: all three! granted i havent done much of the first two in a while, but on my defense, losing 7-8 months worth of your memories kind of fucks you up and its oddly time consuming. also developing fainting attacks and spending a week in hospital while they fail to figure out whats wrong with you other than weirdly low blood pressure does not help. but i do have a drawing planned out to do and while i went a little too much detail on one small detail (i will justify it as soon as i actually finish it), im going to finish it. i also do origami pretty often as well as baking, and i am currently building a wooden replica of the titanic AND LISTEN, i started before the titan submersible stuff happened and i havent touched it yet because it just feels weird to, you know? also, i didnt even want to do the titanic, but like, good luck finding any starter kits that arent a) titanic and b) upwards of a £100. i would love to do a ss malolo or a mts stockholm but that aint happening and while i might be able to find an ss normandy or ss united states, im not gonna be able to afford. its titanic or bust which sucks.

tagging but no pressure: @bottlesandbarricades @vaellusvitutus @rad-roach