#yes I am being dramatic what about it

[onlythebravest]

i hate it when they talk about insomnia and sleep problems in general on tv. yes it’s great that it’s talked about so ppl don’t feel alone yes their tips and guidelines on how to make things better work for a lot of ppl etc etc. but their sleep hygiene guidelines don’t work for everyone and for us they don’t work for get judged for not implementing them and gets told that it’s our own fault we struggle falling alders because we don’t follow the guidelines. like I’ve been taught about sleep hygiene and no screens and relax and all that shit for years and years and years. they don’t work on me. it’s not like I’m sitting here thinking ‘you know what? i’m gonna ignore these tips and tricks I’ve learned and that really help me in favor of laying awake for three hours every night’ like come on. I wouldn’t ignore them if they were working, I’d happily use them. but the fact is that they make things worse. laying in bed playing games on my phone is actually helping me fall asleep, it helps my mind focus on something and not go off on it’s own. it actually helps me fall asleep quicker than not playing games. so no, me playing games on my phone when I’m trying to sleep is not why I have sleep issues

[phantom-0-writer]

I actually thought of this prompt like forever ago and i rly wanted to write a whole story for it but i couldn't think of a plot that would stick to it and make sense without adding too many outside elements and in my opinion over saturating the story. BUT i do have a bunch of scenes of danny and damian in my head about this also also some danny and other batfam members.

So anyways your order has been delivered...

original prompt: Gotham Academy's Mentorship Program

scene two: tim's arch nemesis

table of contents

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scene 01: damian's not-so-very-bad day

“Father, you wanted to speak with me.” Damian said, trugging into his Father’s study late into the afternoon per Pennyworth’s behest. 

Father looked up from his work at Damian’s arrival, Drake gave him a look of annoyance that Damian returned with a sneer. “Damian.” Father greeted as he reached Father’s work station. “I spoke with your principal earlier today.” Damian huffed and crossed his arms in defiance at whatever accusation he was about to be handed, “Put your frown away, you're not in trouble.” Father chuckled lightly. 

Damian frowned. He was not a child, he did not need to be treated like one. 

“There’s a mentorship program at your school.” Father started, Damian raised an intrigued brow at him. 

Perhaps Father had succeeded in seeing his potential, “Well I suppose I wouldn’t mind mentoring one of the many underlings at the so-called academy.” Damian sighed, letting his arms fall to his side, as he looked up at his Father. 

Father blinked at him, processing what he had said, then glanced at Drake who looked like a fraying rope length away from bursting into laughter. “The mentorship program… it’s for you.” Father tried hesitantly. 

“Yes.” Damian nodded in understanding. 

There was an uncomfortable silence from Father.

“He means that you're the one getting mentored.” Drake laughed at him, shoulders shaking. 

Damian turned to Father. But the denial never came. “What!” Damian couldn’t help scream in outrage. “You want me to get mentored by some hillbilly civilian who can't tell a katana from a wakizashi?” He slammed his hands on Father’s table. 

Father looked at him with disapproval, but said nothing, not caring enough to discipline Damian. 

“Hillbilly civilian.” Drake croaked from the corner of the room, draping himself dramatically over one of the side sofas. 

“You’re to meet him first thing tomorrow when you get to school. Here’s his student profile, if you're interested.” Father handed him a singular paper. 

“Father I do not need-” 

“It’s already been arranged Damian, atleast give it a try.” Father said with a sigh, picking up his files again in a silent dismissal of Damian. 

The paper crumpled slightly as Damian stormed to his room.  

Daniel James Fenton. 

“Let’s see how long you last.” Damian eyed the picture of the smiling teen. 

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“Have a good day at school Masters Tim, Thomas, and Damian.” Pennyworth bid, as they all got out of the car. 

“Later, Alfred.” Thomas waved at the butler as he drove off. 

They all walked in the same direction to enter their classrooms, when Drake stopped him in his path. “Ohoho, and where do you think you’re going Damian?” he asked cheekily.

“Tsk.” He was hoping to be able to make it to his class before the others noticed, then continue to evade the principal and other faculty if need be required. To be foiled so early into his plan, furthermore by Drake, was humiliating. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be in the principal’s office?” Drake continued to smother his victory over Damian. 

“I was just on my way.” He huffed, turning around annoyed. Drake and Thomas snickered as he retreated. 

Damian knocked on the familiar oak doors. “Come in.” Mr. Carson called from the other side. Damian entered, and plopped down on the same chair he sat in every time he had been sent here. “Ah Damian. Goodmorning.” He waited for a reply, but when he realized he wouldn’t be getting one he continued on, “Mr. Fenton should be here any minute, but I’m glad you were able to come here on your own accord.” Mr. Carson talked as he hung up his jacket and took a seat at his chair. 

Damian could only watch the seconds tick by as he sat in that office. He wondered absentmindedly if Fenton didn’t show up would he be free. The knock at the door decimated all hopes Damian had for that. 

“Ah, that must be Mr. Fenton.” Mr. Carson mused out loud, “Come in.” 

Fenton entered the room hesitantly, greeting Mr. Carson with a small smile. Fenton was a scholarship student and held reasonable grades so his intellect was not to be underestimated, though often simply being able to score well on tests did not translate to having adequate life skills. Fenton was taller than Drake, but still average, dark hair, tanned skin, gray-blue eyes. When Damian’s supposed mentor looked at Damian for the first time since he had entered the room, Damian couldn’t help but feel like he was caught in a stare off with a beast. 

The way Fenton examined his surroundings reminded Damian of the League of Assassins. Careful, analytical and tactical. All things Damian had excelled in. But there was something different about Fenton than what Damian had often seen in the League. His eyes were softer than those that had trained Damian. Damian couldn’t understand why his eyes looked like that. 

Fenton smiled at him in a way that was likely meant to be kind, “Hi, you must be Damian. I’m Danny.” He stuck out his hand for Damian to shake. 

Damian did not take the hand, instead he turned to principal Carson, “When can I leave?” He asked board, subtly eying Fenton’s reaction in his peripheral vision. 

“We have to iron out the finer details and the both of you will be free to go until we see each other for our weekly check in every Friday.” Principal Carson started, “Mr. Fenton why don’t you take a seat. 

Undeterred by Damian’s lack of interest, Fenton took a seat. Mr. Carson explained to Fenton his responsibilities as a mentor and what would be expected of him, Fenton in turn nodded along attentively. After his long explanation of the whole program the both of them were free from his office, and excused from classes until lunch to “get to know each other better”.

Damian translated that to having until lunch to show Fenton that he was out of his depth and have him running with his tail between his legs. 

“So…” Fenton drawled trying to buy time to think of something adequate to say no doubt, “How about we go to the library to hang out?” Fenton offered. 

Damian simply huffed in agreement as they made their way to a pair of sofas tucked between the many rows of books. 

“So, Damian, uh, what do you like to do after school?” Fenton asked unoriginally. 

Damian turned so he could meet Fenton eye-to-eye. “Train.” He said honestly. If he plans on scaring him off then leaning into the superficial things he learned in the League would do him well. 

“Oh, you do sports?” Fenton asked inquisitively. Damian was momentarily thrown off by his show of genuine interest in his personal life, but Damian quickly collected himself. Fenton was merely putting on an act to get him to open up, Damian would be a fool to fall for it. 

“No.” He scoffed at the thought of sports, “I train for battle,” He made sure to put as much confidence as he could in his voice. Oftentimes in the past when he had told his peers of his activities they had brushed him off and laughed at him, Damian wondered if Fenton would have a similar reaction. 

“Hardcore.” Fenton nodded in awe.

Damian blinked, “You believe me?” He found himself whispering. 

“Well, yeah.” Fenton responded as if it were the most obvious thing, in fact, he seemed confused as Damian’s bafflement. 

Damian quickly collected himself, “Well of course you should believe me it’s the truth, I’m a highly skilled blade user.” He nodded to himself. 

“Blade user, huh? Do you prefer katanas or wakizashi? Or a classic long sword maybe.” Fenton asked eying Damian as if it would help him find the correct answer. 

“Katanas obviously.” Damian scoffed, “They’re incredibly balanced, strong, and give you incredible control over your attacks. Wakizashi are also a good option if you prefer close combat and if you’re fighting in an area with a lot of obstacles.” Fenton hummed and nodded at his explanation, and Damian found himself continuing, “Long swords are originally from the Bavaria and Switzerland regions during the medieval times-”

[frnkir]

even if the lref writers made a formal written apology of over 1000 words, i would STILL not forgive them for what they did to oliver. truly despicable, never forget what they took from us 😔

[misspickman]

Actually so evil of bg3 to have the emperor be referred to with it/its pronouns only to do the big reveal and make it a him again

[raylasgf]

[bearlytolerant]

Mobile discord, what offense have I committed unto thee to receive such wrath? Mine eyes hath seen thy fury. I beg of thee, return to what you once were.

[just-spacetrash]

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[aureentuluva70]

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[the-kneesbees]

uggh I'm gonna cry

[akalegos]

being as dramatic as possible to say I've watched s19 and ill probably make art about it but wont post it till the masses are done

[wcvensouls]

uenominako i let my intrusive thoughts win and didn't regret it for once! it was time for a much needed personal growth 💖 lately i've been thinking about how much i've changed over the years and how many things i've gone through. the person i saw in the mirror was familiar, yet she didn't feel like me anymore. she was still that excited little girl who moved to the big city on her own to see the world and realized things weren't that simple. the little girl that had to learn to fall down and pick herself back up again over and over, but that always refused to give up. i have every love in the world for her, but it was time to let her go. the road to healing and self-love is long and never-ending, but i'm proud of how far i've come. now, i wanted the outside to also reflect this new version of me, forever a beautiful work in progress, as it should be.

comments : hayashi.emi woman, you look stunning! why didn't you tell me you were going, i'd have gone with you. i can believe i missed this life changing moment 😭 i would have taken so many pictures! you are the most stunning person i've ever met, both inside and out. i love you with all my heart, baby girl. s.ayaka this is a good look on you. you know i don't do well with these things, but being by your side through this journey has been a privilege. universe.sehyun 😍😍 that's my favorite girl, i'm literally barking and on my knees for you. you are perfect in every way possible adelineeee you look prettier and prettier every day, i think i'm in love starishnacchan i can't believe my baby cousin is all grown up and beautiful like this 🥺 i'm so proud of you, mina-chan~ i love you so so much ottokun always do what makes you happy 💕 you're one of the brightest stars i have ever met, don't let others dim your light fujioka.rina never thought i'd see you not blonde, but you are glowing more than ever before 🥰 you look happy jijihye SLAAAAAAAAAY QUEEN you deserve the world! kotochan oh my god i'm obssessed with this jiyoon.sugar my beautiful little sunflower💗 joodances did you know that you are my girl crush and i would do literally anything for you? because i would

[per-the-jellicle-magician]

I would like to extend my sincerest apology to Mr Wyszogrodzki and Mr Nowicki, Ram Tam Tamek may not be the best Tugger name but it works and now thanks to @greenelectricsky I know there are worse ones out there

Like Tararabumbek from the mind of one and only Adam Pomorski

[wraithsapphic]

do you ever read something you'd been looking forward to for ages and ages and close the book feeling completely and utterly empty but nobody else feels the same way and is praising a lot of the things that broke your heart about it and you have a logical understanding that a lot of things made sense and were realistic as to what would happen and also not every story is made to be wrapped up neatly but you still feel so blindsided by some of the things that happened that every positive thought you had about it just feels bitter now and also you keep wondering whether you're just too dumb to understand what the point was

[phantom-does-a-thing]

The comments on literally any video of someone playing an instrument:

Some person that probably doesn't play instruments: woah! this person did [insert really cool thing]! that's so cool, why is no one talking about this!

the replies:

Some other person that plays the instrument: actually it's not that hard to do that, it's really easy so not that impressive.

[bearinabandana]

@thirteenmyspacegirl

I have no idea hahahahahahaha help

[noxtivagus]

ffxiv really influenced my writing huh