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batcavescolony · 8 months
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People who say "Batman was better without his kids" must really like the whole ELEVEN issues that Bruce had before Dick was introduced because that's the only time he didn't have a kid. Bruce Wayne/Batman was introduced in ’Detective Comics' #27 and Dick Grayson's Robin was introduced in 'Detective Comics’ #38. Dick was around before Alfred existed, if we can have Alfred why can we have the Robins?
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driftwoodthrone · 1 year
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HIGH TIDE (A Velaryon Family Modern!AU)
Corlys and Rhaenys are thrown into the fight of their lives when an old Valeryon foe returns to tear apart everything they've built. It's a race against time to gather their children before the Triarchy hunts them down. Can they trust their oldest allies, or must they stand alone?
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biracy · 5 months
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RDR2 updates that literally no one cares about part 1: Today upon entering Valentine for the first time, I immediately ran someone over with my carriage (by accident), and then got into a carriage crash (by accident), after which I successfully and arduously attempted a three-point turn with the worst carriage mechanics you can imagine. In-character of me I think
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arsonistshub-a · 6 months
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You know one thing I like about the shera reboot?
Normalizing it's okay to not put the fucking fate of everyone on your personal shoulders
I'm really. So fucking tired of "I have to sacrifice myself for the greater good!! I have to sacrifice my happiness and relationships for the greater good!"
Fuck you non spesific person and game
Lae'zel and shadowheart are going to start the githyanki revolution together. Both are going off riding on a red dragon and they're gonna kick ass before retiring as the queens they are
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ssreeder · 2 months
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Hi again! I loved the new chapter!! It made me stare at my ceiling existentially for an hour (every chapter does) and we finally get Ara oh god. Im kinda an Ara hater. I’ve always kinda hated her but she was slightly redeemable? Until in itf where we get her POV and she purposefully made Zuko’s life a living hell. That’s when i became a full fledged Ara hater club member. But it still so hard for me to fully hate her cause yk she’s a victim too.
Anyways, she’s a super compelling character and I change my mind every chapter if i hate her or not. So I got bored again and made this . Have a good day!!!
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Haha her POV was very much like *hair flip* “yeah I tried to destroy him but it proved to be a lot more difficult than I thought, but I did try.”
She’s really an interesting gal right there with a moral compass that is just constantly spinning in circles. Hopefully she can find some solid ground to stand on and eventually build herself a new life… we’ll see haha.
Thanks for this I adore it!!
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Pretty pictures from the first 3 weeks of Arthurs early retirement <3
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wildfloweronwheels · 11 months
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I’m just so proud of her and us and all the people who understand the value of owning what comes from your heart and brain 🥹Hope the people who said it’d never work are floored at being so wrong…
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bjurnberg · 1 month
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What is your favorite nurse joy daydream currently?
I’ve got like 20 at all times because I have OC brainrot and it’s terminal. (I’m not sorry and I love Nurse Joy Kanzaki of Gotham General ER.)
So when I’m driving for three hours to visit my sibling for a weekend I imagine Joy and Jason on a roadtrip and what music they’d listen to or what car snacks they’d each want. When I wake up in my warmest comfiest blanket burrito I imagine Joy trying NOT to remember waking up next to him after their accidental nap because they are NOT dating and she should NOT be thinking of his hand on her hip or how his heartbeat sounded under her ear. When I’m at work my thoughts jump sideways to Rhapsody in his new job, not knowing that Jason and Dick take turns checking up on him and are relieved when he smiles and talks to new coworkers. When I binge-watch tiktok and a funny video or rant from a nurse comes up I imagine how Joy would handle the situation.
And when I get “John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmitt” stuck in my head for three days straight it bleeds into the fandom/OC brainrot and gives me something like this:
His Name is My Name Too
Red Hood met her at the loading dock behind an abandoned grocery store.
It had been abandoned for years after receiving code violations for not being earthquake or hurricane safe. The owner didn’t want to lose money updating it, and kept saying he had plans to bulldoze the whole thing but never did. Then he got caught for other shoddy business practices and was serving time but still owned the property and refused to sell.
Red told her all this while he helped unload groceries and medical supplies from the trunk of her car. He was wearing a domino mask today instead of the helmet. Joy noticed he did that most often when dealing with children. Probably so they could see his facial expressions and not get spooked by the voice modulator.
He helped her set up a folding table and a few camp chairs, then threw a plastic picnic blanket over a section of the loading dock.
“You can sanitize your station on the table while I set up lunch. The kids will be watching us already, but won’t come out until they’re confident we have food and don’t mean harm. I’ll call out the signal when we’re done and they’ll have made the choice to trust us or not by then.”
Joy got to work scrubbing the plastic table with cleaning solution before laying down a brand new vinyl sheet and spraying that down with cleaner as well. She’d been part of community outreach programs for years, helping anyone who needed it to get vaccinated and checked out for minor injuries. She loved signing up for the mobile unit the hospital had, visiting neighborhoods so people who didn't have a car or couldn’t do public transit still had the chance to get medical support. And it was all free to the people that showed up, paid for (once again) by one of Bruce Wayne’s many charities that supported unhoused people and the poorer communities.
Doing this without a whole team and hospital grade equipment felt wrong, but when Red had asked if she’d be willing to help out a crew of homeless kids she said yes without hesitation. It broke her heart, but she also knew why some people refused to show up on the free mobile clinic days. Especially kids.
It was always advertised that no one had to show identification or even give a real name, the free clinic was just here to help, but trust wasn’t something Gothamites had in excess. Taking blood for testing was often refused because “I don’t wanna be put in The System!” and any syringe she pulled out could hold poison instead of the latest flu shot. She’d been accused of trying to implant trackers before, or working for Scarecrow, or for being a Chinese spy. (She didn’t bother trying to correct them by that point that she was half Japanese, not Chinese.)
Any kid that showed up alone usually got questioned by adults waiting in line about their home situation (if they had one) and pressured to talk to the Child Services desk. Gregory never left his chair under the pop-up canopy to approach kids. He stayed still and talked only if they came up to him first. He had a jar of candy he let kids dig through whether or not they wanted his help. Joy had only seen him leave his station once and that was to race over to stop a woman from violently dragging a child toward his desk. It wasn’t her child, and she was escorted away by security.
The kids she was planning to help today already knew Red Hood. He’d been keeping them safe, giving them money and food for months. He said it took that long to convince them he wasn’t playing a long con to traffic them, and they only agreed to her visit after a month of discussions.
And only because her name started with a J.
When she asked Red why that mattered he just smiled and said, “you’ll see.”
Now that all her easy-to-travel-with medical supplies were lined up and sanitized alongside the medicines Red had brought (she didn’t ask if he purchased them or not, hospitals had theft insurance) she looked over to see him sitting on the loading dock about ten feet away from the picnic, swinging his legs and whistling.
He’d said they were being watched, so his relaxed posture must be for show. Joy didn’t catch any eyes peeking out of shadows, but a crew of street kids this paranoid would know how to spy without getting caught.
She sat in one of the camp chairs to wait, knowing it might take a while, and listened to Red. He had a strong whistle. Clear and controlled. The tune was easy to recognize but he drew out the notes slowly, tossing in some bird-like warbles for fun. It was nice to see him relax. He didn’t get enough time for that.
Then he stopped, smiled sideways at a rusty dumpster and jumped off the loading dock to stand tall and sang out the words of his song.
“John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmitt!!”
“His name is my name too,” several voices responded from different directions, and Joy had to force herself not to jump.
Five kids melted out of the shadows. It was hard to tell their ages with how many layers of clothing they wore, but she would guess four of them were between fourteen and sixteen, and the fifth was likely seven or eight.
“Hey kids!” Hood smiled at each, “Thanks for coming out today. This is my friend Joy, she’s a nurse at Gotham General and is really good at her job.”
The two oldest walked over and said hello while the other three went straight to the food. It was all pre-packaged still-sealed items that were easy to eat with your hands. Red had given her the money and shopping list a couple days ago with very specific instructions.
“Like when I brought you food in the hospital,” she’d commented, after reading through it all. His responding grin had been a little brittle.
“Every street kid learns not to trust food that can be tampered with. A warm meal isn’t worth the risk of getting drugged.”
Joy said hello back to the kids and explained what her plans were in detail, showing off the medicines and equipment, answering their questions, and clearly stating she would never touch them without permission or steal their dna for evil science.
That last bit was in response to the youngest asking questions through a mouthful of barbecue potato chips.
They were all quiet, polite, listened to her every word seriously, and never stood close enough to each other that two could be grabbed at once. The crew wordlessly rotated who kept an eye on each adult, and who got to shovel food into their mouths. They’d been taking care of each other for a while.
“So while I’m here, what names do you want me to call you?” she deliberately asked this way so they would know she was expecting fake names, and wouldn’t be able to report them to the authorities.
“John,” one raised his fist in the air, holding a bag of twizzlers while the free hand returned to shoving a turkey sandwich in his mouth.
“Jacob,” the oldest looking one said, also raising a hand.
“Jingle!!” the youngest shouted happily, holding both hands up.
“Jaime,” he said, raising a hand to give her a salute.
“Smith,” said the last, pumping his fist in the air like he was fist bumping the sky. Joy didn’t try to hide her delighted smile at their names, but didn’t get to comment before Smith continued, “My full name is John Smith, but Other John was here first, so I’m just Smith.”
“You coulda picked a new name like me and Jaime,” Jingle shrugged at him.
“You didn’t pick yours!” Jacob frowned at the child, “We gave it to you after you stole that Santa’s bell outside the Walmart last Christmas!”
“Well I chose to keep it!”
“You stole a bell?” Red cut in. He’d also come over to sit down. “Wouldn’t that be hard to conceal with all the noise?”
“The noise was the point!” Jingle smiled broadly, showing a couple adult teeth that were just barely starting to poke through the gums.
“Jingle made enough distraction with the bell,” John said, nodding, “That I could steal Santa’s pot of cash.”
Red whistled in appreciation, “That’s a good score.”
“Thanks,” John said, but he was looking at Joy like he expected something. Suddenly all five of the kids were staring at her from their own positions around the table. Three standing, two seated, but she was surrounded.
“Did you have a question for me?” she asked calmly, ignoring the shiver down her spine.
“You gonna judge us for stealing Santa’s money?”
“Nope.”
“You honest?” The question sounded like a threat.
“Yep.”
The silence stretched as they stared. They were waiting for her to prove it. Even Red was watching her, lips pressed together to prevent a smile. She explained her thoughts just as she had the medicines.
“Every Santa ringing a bell outside a Walmart in Gotham works for the Salvation Army because Walmart is the only store that lets them use their properties around here. Smaller local stores collect donations for different Wayne charities cuz this is Gotham and people born here know Wayne actually helps people. Unlike the Salvation Army that’s transphobic and homophobic and only helps people they think are good enough but then give the least amount of effort before kicking you back to the curb for asking too many questions or snoring or wanting to keep your dog. But you all look pretty smart to me, so I bet you knew that when you planned your mark, huh? I’m not gonna judge you for taking Santa’s money, not just cuz I hate the Salvation Army, but because that money is supposed to help people who need it. And you needed it.”
Five feral smiles flashed her way before the tension broke and the kids returned to eating.
“Yeah, she’s a good J,” Jacob said, glancing between Joy and Red approvingly.
“Told ya so,” Red smiled back.
“My name’s Joy, not Jay,” she reminded the kid. Jacob snorted.
“We’re all J’s here,” he said and counted on his fingers as he listed everyone off. “John, Jacob, Jingle, Jaime, and even Smith’s first name is a J.”
Jaime leaned forward in the camp chair and wiped mustard off his mouth before saying, “It took them forever to believe Jaime started with a J and not an H. Had to teach them more Spanish words that sound different from what they’re spelled to make them believe me.”
“Like jalapeño,” Jingle nodded sagely.
“Both of you are J’s too,” Jacob continued like he hadn’t been interrupted. “That’s why we’re trusting you.”
Joy’s eyes went wide as her head snapped to stare at Red, then back to Jacob.
“Red Hood told you his name?!”
Red let out a bark of laughter, but Jacob answered her.
“Nah. He just said it starts with a J. We don’t know what his name is but we believe him cuz he never lied to us yet, which is why we all agreed to meet you too. And now we know you’re a good J. Good J’s take care of each other.”
The mind of a child was a fascinating thing.
These five kids were paranoid and clever, aware of every movement and watching every exit, careful of who they met and judging every word she spoke, looking for flaws and traps. But they also had that spark of whimsy - the thing that makes children latch onto arbitrary rules just because it doesn’t hurt. Because they found something as small as a letter of the alphabet to share when they had nothing else but each other.
“So… you’re going to let me stick you with needles and promise to brush your teeth because my name starts with a J and I’m nice?”
They each made noises of agreement.
“It’s like Jacob said,” John grinned around two twizzlers hanging from the corner of his mouth. “We’re all J’s here, and Good J’s take care of each other because -”
He twisted his wrist like he was going to bow, and all five sang in unison:
“His name is my name too.”
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qtubbo · 8 months
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Grunk nation rise
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Isn’t it so perfect and not suspicous at all in the slightest
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viva-la-micah · 10 months
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Outlaws on the trail after robbing a stagecoach - Arthur Morgan and Micah Bell
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oceanera12 · 1 year
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Right so, I just played for about 2 hours and now it's midnight and since I am sick, bed.
But here are a few late night rambles for y'all
1. All of my Boyfriends roommates think Brice is not dead. My Boyfriend and I think he is because there was his actual body right there. Can Bruce be brought back from the dead? Have a feeling that's what Talia is up to.
2. Oh, right TALIA IS HERE. Which of course makes me go DAMIAN!? WHERE IS HE???
3. Not a fan of any of the voice actors so far. None of them are terrible or make me want to rip my hair out, but they don't really sell it as "this person's voice." Now, with that said--
4. Oh my GOSH they have nailed the character dialogue in this game. Loving the banter and the little things the characters say about this or that it's amazing!
5. Have only played as Nightwing so far. But he has been real fun to play as, let me tell you. Flips, kicks, I have had a little difficulty getting the dodge timing down but it hasn't been that much yet.
6. The game ENCOURAGES you to be stealthy which is AMAZING. Not all the time but when it comes to fighting the GCPD, you get no experience or salvage from them. But what does get you experience? Avoiding detection. Let's go!
7. IT'S SO PRETTY
That's it for now, but so far I am very much loving it. No spoilers please if you are playing through, I want to try and do this blind.
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glitterslag · 7 months
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because I am literally incapable of keeping gossip to myself
#i made out with my ex at the strokes concert#i gave myself permission prior to the event dw dw#it was to be expected#like? it was the strokes! it was a night time outdoor set it was raining we were drunk sharing ciggies new silver eyeshadow etc etc#they played call it fate call it karma you know the rest#kinda iconic in my humble opinion#AND THEN#i went to my friend's house party after and then i went home with a guy from there#again sorta premeditated cause I've been overthinking sleeping w my first new person post the breakup#and I've been passing up opportunities cause i've just been building it up in my head to be this big massive deal#but it had rly gotten to the point where it just needed to happen like rip the bandaid off kinda thing#so i pretty much knew that if i met someone nice there i was gonna just say fuck it#coz like drunk house party guy you'll never meet again is such a chill low stakes thing for an official return 2 the streets#and when i tell you it was bang average like so so soooo bang average which I'm glad abt to be honest#left my red scrunchy at his house tho cause u always gotta give them something to remember you by. the whimsical stranger!!!#and i stole some weed from him#(take something leave something rule - i am a devout follower of this)#and then had to literally travel the entire length of the northern line 2 get home like no joke i literally rode that shit end 2 end#scantily clad unbrushed hair sunglasses on in the tube violently hungover walk of shame vibe#altho by some divine miracle my phone didn't die until i was literally outside my front door so i got to listen to good tunes the whole way#honestly you probably shouldn't romanticise these things but who's gonna fuckin stop me huh!!#feels like julian casablancas would've wanted this for me#anyways what a silly goofy post!!!!!!#dear diary
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zootoo · 1 year
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magical-girl-coral · 2 years
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Ever think about how a hollowfied Sora saw Orihime almost getting hit by a car,  remembered how he died and tried his best to pull together what was left of his conscious to save his little sister and grab her out of the way only to give her an injury that’s worse than the car hit, setting in stone how his current presence is more of a curse than a blessing?
BECAUSE I SURE AS FUCK DO.
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