I imagine that immediately after: The stars are far brighter/ Than gems without measure/ The moon is far whiter/ Than silver in treasure/ The fire is more shining/ On hearth in the gloaming/ Than gold won by mining/ So why go a-roaming, Gandalf sneaks up on the singers and goes: "Remind me why you left Valinor again?"
"...that's all from me. does any of you have any questions?"
"nope! crystal clear."
"kew!"
"that's good! um... thank you for this discussion."
"you're the one who came up with this awesome plan, lopmon. have more confidence in yourself."
"kew, kew kew kew!"
digimon survive week 2024
day 2: cooperation
caboose should get to make people uncomfortable on purpose like all the time. “Haha wow you’re so fucking stupid you circle back around to being fun to hang out with” “THANK YOU . IT IS ALL THE HEAD TRAUMA AND TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY. THAT IS THE SECRET.”
*uncomfortable silence*
“and also! what i found in the cave. that is also a secret :)”
This is how I hope reader and Alastor's divorce would be like. Give me a grand musical number of reader having ENOUGH and leaving his sorry ass please please please
During his individual interview, Apo talked about perfumes and Mile’s perfume specifically:
Apo: actually i’m very picky when it comes to choose a perfume suitable for me. I love perfumes but i’m allergic so i don’t really use them. When i go to work, everyone has their own perfume but when mile walks in, his perfume is like an aura lingering around him. So i’m like, i’m sorry sometimes i would like to smell my own scent too and not other people’s. For example, i stand over here and mile follows me here, i’m going there and mile follows me there.
He’s following me everywhere so i’m like okay i dont wanna have mile following me everywhere, i want some privacy too.
When Mile joined them on stage, Woody took up the topic again and teased him about his perfume following Apo everywhere he goes, so Mile replied:
“maybe it’s perfume, maybe it’s pheromones, i don’t know”
LMAO WHAT ????
I CAN’T BELIEVE HE SAID THAT 🤣 APO’S LAUGH IS SO LOUD 🤣
strap in for this week's fic flavor: the failsafe episode of season one of the young justice cartoon except the simulation just won't. fuckin. end.
(fics that inspired this at the end)
If I ever did sit down to make my own fic, I'd split it in 3 parts:
The Simulation: bits and pieces of the 40 years Dick lives after most everyone he knows has died
The Return: the immediate aftermath and healing from the trauma of having not-quite-actually lived a whole life only to wake up and find out it was all fake. nothing traumatizing about that whatsoever.
The Unintended Consequence: aka the twist I'd love to add and would hint to in the second part - finding out the simulation, through martian mind fuckery, pulled from the real world (and in many cases, from real minds). Dick meets a bunch of people he didn't think were real outside the confines of his simulated life. A bunch of rowdy, heroism-inclined teens across the years get to meet the sibling/friend/mentor figure they all dreamed up one night.
(actual idea snippets under the cut)
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Dick Grayson is 14 and most of the world's heroes have died. He planned a suicide mission that left him the sole survivor of a doomed team he helped found. The invasion may have been stopped, but is this really the price he wanted to pay?
The first face he sees in the infirmary is Roy's, and he has to close his eyes and just breathe for a few minutes because for one painful moment he'd thought it was Wally. But this isn't the world where his best friend miraculously survived alongside him. This is the one where he got his best friend killed and didn't even give him the courtesy of following behind him. Behind them.
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Dick Grayson is 27 and has lived longer without Bruce than with him. The invasion's anniversary is always a tough day for him, but that morning seems especially harrowing. He'll get shit for it later, but can't resist stepping out onto the balcony of the manor's master bedroom (Bruce's old bedroom) for a smoke -- his first since he'd promised to quit if Jason, just 15 then, did too.
"Bad habits tend to pile up," he'd said, a rueful quirk to his tired grin. He'd tapped the cigarette twice on the railing and added, lower, "and this one's especially nasty, huh."
He inhales, watches the sun creep across the horizon, and lets acrid smoke burn through his lungs for a long moment before blowing it out in a small cloud. His eyes water, but he doesn't cough. It tastes just as bad as it did the first time he smoked one, not even a year after the invasion and treading water as Robin proved insufficient.
There hadn't been enough heroes to go around then, and Dick had been trained by one of the best. It hadn't been fair, but it had been his plan that had ultimately stopped the invasion. His shoulders everyone's expectations fell on.
He takes another drag, then smudges the lit end against the rail he's leaned on when he hears a boot scuff purposefully against the roofing above him.
"Todd and Pennyworth will be upset with you."
He doesn't turn around. Damian doesn't jump down to join him.
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Dick Grayson is 54 and wakes up in a room full of ghosts. He hears his long-dead father-figure tell his long-dead team about a simulation they weren't meant to win. A training exercise gone wrong and only half a day spent under their mentors' careful, if slightly panicked, supervision.
He looks at his hands, watching the way his gloves crease when he flexes them in and out of tight fists. He looks at his team, their eyes a little haunted but shoulders slumped with relief even as they grumble. Batman's heavy, gloved hand settles on his shoulder and the weight of it is a nauseating mix of foreign-familiar.
He opens his mouth. Closes it.
Tears prick his eyes behind his domino mask, and he tells himself the suffocating, acidic void building in his chest is just some leftover side effect of the ordeal and not the grief-guilt of outliving yet another family (no matter that they hadn't been real in the end).
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Dick Grayson is 16-going-on-56 and well used to the coincidences piling up between his simulated life and the real thing. Some of it -- missions and villains he remembers cropping up -- he's marked for Bruce to review and sort as he pleases. Some -- security for the cave, team building anecdotes, and training regimens -- he's shared with the team. And some he keeps only for himself.
Tim is one of those. He knows it's not fair to the kid (so much smaller now than he ever was when Dick lived his simulated life), but he can't help being selfish just for this. Tim is the one kid he's sure he didn't make up, and if Dick's taken to babysitting the kid just to be near at least one member of the family he built for himself in the wake of the worst days of his life .... Well, anyone who says shit about it can happily stand in line to have their teeth kicked in.
Despite this, it still catches him off-guard when he sees a familiar face pop up in one of Bruce's reports.
Jason Todd, caught boosting tires off the batmobile, is nearly the same age now as he was when Dick met him. He stares at the words, but none of them really sink in beyond the kid's name and address. He's moving before he's even made the decision.
He's used to the world kicking him when he's down - lived it for 40 frustrating years. But he has Bruce again. And things with Tim have been so good. And he's always been selfish when it comes to family. If he could just see Jason. If he could just meet him. If he could talk to him.
if you say shit like 'autism is not a disability' i hope you actually have really bad things happen to you and you are banned from the autism community for the foreseeable future. get another fun weird club if you so badly need one
so profoundly tired of people trying to make autism into this whimsical quirkiness when it's for most people a serious and debilitating life altering disorder
while aaravi remains firmly within "yeah miranda has a difficult personality and isn't very easy to get along with + has many rough edges which are slowly being worked on but still going to be an issue" after having been very much so within the camp that miranda is a Vexing Bitch upon first contact/getting to know her, she DOES go from "miranda is unpredictable and dangerous as a merfolk and large macropredator and her emotions are inscrutable and random" to "merfolk aren't very hard to understand or predict and it's very easy to stay on the safe side if you keep basic rules in mind and don't freak out the second something unexpected happens"
ehehehe ok so hear me out.... Penpals AU featuring Concerned Parental Figure™ Clive and Luke "I'm 11 and have watched my friend die in front of my eyes" Triton ( drawn in-game on the memo-pad for extra ✨flair✨)
(captions:)
Luke writing a letter: Dear Clive, Idk who you are but here's something cool!
Clive reacting to the letter: ?? Why did I get this
((pictured: recap of curious village events and diabolical box feat. Luke screaming in the background))
Luke writing: But it's fine since he (Anton) ended up turning into a Grandpa
((pictured: Anton and Katia hugging with caption "FAM HUG!" above))
So it all ended up alright in the end!
The best, your friend Luke.
Clive reacting to the letter: Jesus, kid.... Be careful