I recently started playing Batman Arkham Asylum for the first time and I now desperately need a fic where the Magnus Archives crew takes over organising and "re-recording" Arkham's archives.
A majestic view of a rain-laden cloud blasting hard. When many clouds gather in the sky in this way and their waters fall like this in the same place, here a phenomenon we call the Flood is formed.-
I want a movie or manga or some sort of media where there's a high fantasy party of like 6 people and literally none of them like each other literally at all. and not even in like a jokey way, they all abhor each other to their core. no one knows why they're still together as a party but if one of them died no one would care or protest
I honestly and truly believe all good AUs should be a little “”””ooc”””” in the sense that good characterisation involves understanding that changes a characters backstory and circumstances will have an effect on how they respond to the world around them
Good characterisation isn’t about creating a perfect 1:1 canon replica it’s about understanding why a character is different in your work and about grounding the changes you do deliberately choose to make in canon character traits
Walk beneath the stars
Taste the awe within
Tell them who you are
And all you seek to win
Press into your shoulders
The weight of all the world
Lift it from your brothers
And watch as they’re unfurled
Give the storm inside you
An unfamiliar name
Let it transform into
A complete lack of shame
Dance under the moonlight
Sing in the bright sun
Pray you’ve won your hardest fight
When all is said and done
Ten years ago as of tomorrow afternoon, I was in the ER following my averted suicide attempt. A lot has changed since then; it was, in all respects, a life-changing event: simultaneously the most traumatic and most triumphant moment of my life. In many ways, I feel as if I have only started to live after that moment, as if all of my life before it (though it was two thirds of my life) was just a sort of holding pattern and it took that horrifically beautiful instant of choosing to live to free myself from a self-inflicted prison. Getting help that day did not automatically end my suffering, but it gave me the tools I needed to be genuinely happy.
At the time that I wrote this poem, during one of my subsequent depressive episodes, it was a reminder to myself—a reminder that there is so much to live for, that there is a precious sort of defiance in happiness that has endured through pain. Now, it’s a celebration. I have done exactly what I hoped for in this poem: I’ve lived to the absolute fullest of my capacity at each moment—a capacity that continues to grow with everything I learn about myself and the world. I will continue to live in that beautiful, intense way. It will only get better.
This joy I have now is something I would not have had if I had made a different choice that day ten years ago. I wouldn’t have had the sorrow either…because I wouldn’t have had anything. I would much rather have all these memories and experiences I have now than have gone to my death without ever having been happy. There’s a fierceness to the moments of beauty in the last ten years that I wouldn’t trade for the world. As far as I’m concerned, they’re more precious for the fact that I had to fight my own brain for them.
It’s a fight that might have to continue, but it has gotten easier over these past ten years. It’s a comfortable habit now, instead of a vicious struggle every time.
Ultimately, these days, I’m happy, I’m living, and even the most challenging moments aren’t dimming my joy.
What else can a person ask for? I have the most important part of my life: my life.
All of this came about because I chose to get help in the most terrifying moment I have ever experienced…and turned it into the moment that changed everything for the better.
I hope my story has given you a reason to fight on too. As always, thank you for reading. Take care, listen well, and share your stories.
STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING JURGEN LEITNER GOD DAMN FOOL BOOK COLLECTING DUST EATING RAT OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT AVATAR OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY MOTHERFUCKING JURGEN LEITNER
STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT JURGEN LEITENER I HATE HIM SO MUCH WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP BOOKS WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST SET THEM LOOSE IS HE DEAD IS HE A BASTARD MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MANS FACE AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST BEARD GET AWAY FROM ME
if i wanted to get into heaven and god said jurgen leitners waiting inside i would piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down
if i have to deal with jurgen leitner speaking one word in person on voice in podcast not only will i close the tab i will delete my bookmark out of spite and have to rewatch the entire series again for the experience of being able to skip all the times when he is mentioned or alive
i dont even know why i hate him so much. he collects books but i am just mad because i am angy
he better have some fucked up backstory to explain this if hes just some rich shithead whos a fan of creepypasta and wanted the irl version ill go ham
BETTER have had a book make him kill a man cuz if he didnt Im going to make him
paypal.com/IFuckingHateJurgenLeitner
episodes not even about him. vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be his library and I lost it
where the fuck is jurgen leitner if hes still alive im going to so deeply wish he wasnt
crusty old man
ill punch leitner and his sad frail old man twig bones will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final book he kept on him at all times simply titled Now You Fucked Up in ancient yiddish
im not breathing im hyperventilating at this point
i hope theres a date given for when jurgen died or will die so i can make it a reminder on my phone
everyday once a year i will see it and do anything but pay respects to the man who had so many fucked up if true books
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