everydaymj

[everydaymj]

he will use every chance he gets to be a drama queen and if he doesnt have one he will create one

[everydaymj]

considering the manor is completely massive and the only person who spends more than a few consecutive hours there at a time is probably Alfred, i think it would be funny if after the pit, Jason decides after everything he's been through that he can't be bothered to do the whole revenge thing, or sort out safe houses or get an apartment and instead just decides to kill the joker himself and just... secretly go home.

like, as long as he kept an ear out to make sure he wasn't eating in the dining room when Bruce comes down, he could probably get away with walking around without ever being caught. Alfred would find out, i assume, but i think knowing how complicated Jasons emotions towards Bruce are right now, he'd keep it quiet and just be happy that the one other person he trusts to leave alone in the kitchen is finally back. And then, of course, there's the kids.

Damian knew from the beginning. Not because he's especially observant, but because this is his big brother from the league and the first night he spent at the manor Jason crawled through his window in full Red Hood gear and told him not to snitch. Considering that in the league Jason once snuck up behind Ra's and shaved a strip of hair off the back of his head, Damian decides there's far stupider shit the guy could be doing and leaves it be.

Tim finds out next. admittedly, the only reason he finds out is because Jason thought he knew and just stopped attempting to avoid him. in reality, what happened was Tim, having not slept for three days and living off nothing but spite and coffee, accidentally walked in on Jason cooking in the middle of the night, and immediately wrote it off as a hallucination. Jason, seeing Tim find him in the manor and not react badly, decided that 'oh, the replacement must just be chill i guess' and mentally pencilled him in as another person in the building that he can be seen by. it came to a head when a few days later Damian was forced by Jason to invite Tim out with them on their weekly 'eat junk food and talk shit about the rest of the family' outings, since he was a part of the group now. Tim cries.

Dick only finds out because Tim and Damian keep forgetting that Jason isn't supposed to be talked about in public. there comes a point where Tim rips Dick's favourite sweater and when Dick confronts him about it, Tim panics and blurts out 'it wasn't me, must have been jason!', and upon seeing Dick's face, Damian smacks him and grumbles 'good job Drake, now we have to show him Todd or he'll cry again.'. Jason is not overly happy when he sneaks through his bedroom window after going out as Red Hood and finds a sobbing Dick sat on his bed, Tim staring at the ground looking very ashamed while Damian straight face points at Tim to make it clear that this was Not His Fault.

after realising literally everyone in the house sans Bruce knows he's there, Jason decides to just. stop hiding. the fact is that he wasn't trying that hard in the first place, and Bruce still didn't have a clue, so he kinda wants to see how long it takes the 'world's greatest detective' to realise his dead kid is just. back.

so he stops hiding. starts showing up for family meals, starts being more friendly with the bats as Red Hood, and they all wait to see what finally tips Bruce off.

they forget how fucking stupid this man can be.

because if Jason had gone up to Bruce and done some sort of dramatic or emotional reveal then sure, Bruce would be shocked. he'd freak out. but the fact is that Bruce has both Batman and Brucie Wayne to keep up with. He's barely paying attention to his own feet while walking, let alone the people around him.

so when Jason starts showing up and acting like nothings changed, and literally nobody else in the house acts like anything's different either? Bruce straight up forgets that Jason's supposed to be dead. His mind just registers 'oh there are his kids, fighting like usual', and forgets to take in whether or not those kids are SUPPOSED to be ALIVE.

the kids find it fucking fascinating. Jason can actually have conversations with Bruce at the dinner table, and Bruce doesn't even realise that this is a wild fucking thing to be happening. Tim starts laughing at him and Bruce gets confused, only making the poor kid laugh harder. Jason just can't believe he actually bothered putting effort into hiding when he first came back. Damian's respect for his father diminishes every day.

it becomes a game, to see how far it will go. at one point Dick straight up asks who was better as Robin, him or Jason, in an attempt to jog his memory, and Bruce without looking up from the batcomputer goes 'you were both equally good, stop trying to start competitions with your brother'. Dick throws his hands up in the air and Jason, who has been sat on top of his own fucking memorial case to watch this shit show for the past 20 minutes, slow claps.

it's only after like a month of this that half way through a casual family breakfast, Damian asks Jason to pass him the orange juice or something, and Bruce finally has the fucking moment of

he never lives it down.

#jason todd #damian wayne al ghul #tim drake #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batman #batfam

[everydaymj]

Changing my belief system from "this is the hill I'll die on" to "this is the hill I'll kill you on" has done absolute wonders for me 10/10 do recommend

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Bothering the beast

#how did you get this footage of me??? #me at my cats everyday #about me

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I know I sound like your mom but you kids need to stop fucking vaping

[everydaymj]

this is going to be difficult -> i am capable of doing difficult things -> i have done everything prior to this moment -> this difficulty will soon be proof of capability

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tim drake’s snapchat is 90% him making bruce wayne do normal middle-class american things and filming the results. popular youtube compilations include the one where they’re at denny’s at two in the morning and tim keeps trying to get bruce to order a moon over my hammy just so he’ll have to say it, the one where they’re at disneyworld and bruce gets increasingly frazzled culminating in him actually physically picking up gaston for reasons no one can entirely recall, and everyone’s favorite series “bruce wayne doesn’t understand walmart”

#batman #tim drake #phenomenal #what we should be getting

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“that character is a war criminal” that character is from a fictional fantasy world and did not attend the geneva convention

#THIS #also is it really a war crime if you're hot?

[everydaymj]

i love being a hater of media that i’ve never seen or listened to. no i will not give it a chance. it’s called listening to my heart

#about me #there are so many #just let me have my fandoms and dont drag me into more #i suffer enough

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#literally the best #writing prompt

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I relate to the phrase “chillin like a villain” because it shows that I’m calm but also ready to sin

#about me #i dont need a reason #its on sight #this was your warning

[everydaymj]

Hmmm sort of feel like making an introduction post? And then possibly starting to just randomly post things as I think them? I'm trying to get back to journaling and this might be how I do it lol

#alex writes #shut up alex #about me

[everydaymj]

In the spirit (lol I think I'm hilarious) of posting more, here's a fragment of an au that I discovered in drafts. @davidbowierose this one's for you as I honestly haven't felt so inspired to write in a long time! Thanks babe! 💕

Tiny Dancer - Ghost AU

In a thousand realities, hundreds of worlds, and dozens of scenarios, it was never supposed to be like this.

Anna Harrison should have been doing warm up stretches for the mateine performance of La Sylphide—in which she played the title character—she should have been helping the youngest dancers tie up their pointe shoes while she calmed their fears, and she should have been smiling at the sight of the pink roses that were sent to her dressing room before curtain.

But instead she was sitting in the back of a taxi on the way to a strange address in Brooklyn. Not wanting to feel the pity of the taxi-driver in the rearview mirror, she shifted as best she could with the bulky cast on her left leg to face the door. Grimacing at the dull pain, Anna tried to silence the sound of snapping bone that never seemed stop echoing in her mind. Broken in three places, it would be a miracle if she recovered fully, much less danced again. Sucking in a breath as the unearthly sound she had made reverberated inside her head, Anna dug her nails into her palm letting the pain bring her back to reality.

Watching the raindrops race across the window, she sighed trying her best to hold back another onslaught of tears. Maybe it was true what people said, when it rains it pours and if this wasn’t the deluge of her lifetime then she dreaded to think how anything could get worse.

“We’re here miss, you sure this is the place?”

Glancing up at the sound of the driver’s voice, she nodded.

“This is the address, thank you,” she said, struggling for a moment to get her crutches out of the cab.

Looking at the dilapidated house for a moment, she spotted the rest of her luggage that she had had delivered on the front porch. Knowing without a doubt that this was the right place she took a deep breath as she started up the faded path.

The old tarnished key weighed heavily in her pocket as she hopped up the front steps, somehow managing not to fall as she pulled it out.

“Some inheritance,” she muttered, creaking open the door and stepping inside

Surprised that the entry hall was dry and not full of puddles from the rain, Anna reached for the yellowed light switch.

It was almost as if she’d stepped into a dusty old photograph, the lights slowly flickering to life on to a monochrome of aged blue wallpaper. Cobwebs hung from ever corner, it was clear no one had been here in a very long time. Just how long the house had been sitting empty she didn’t know but it was now her property.

In a very strange turn of events the day after her accident, a lawyer had contacted her saying that a distant relative of hers had passed and willed her the majority of their estate. It worked out well as there was no way she could bear to continue staying with her fellow dancers and needed to get as far away from Phillip as possible.

Phillip, her boyfriend of two years that had dumped her without reservation when he found out she couldn’t dance in the next season of shows. A broken ballerina didn’t look good on the arm of the producer’s son, so he’d brushed away her shattered pieces and moved on.

“And I need to do the same,” Anna said, pushing the darker thoughts away as she started to pull all of her things inside, determined to find a way to make this place hers.

“Hey Steve, you notice all the noise from the studio?”

Of course he had noticed it, the look he sent his best friend more than said that.

Rolling his eyes, Steve said, “Y’know Buck I really hadn’t. It’s not like I spend a lot of time in there.”

Narrowing his eyes, Bucky bumped him playfully as he said, “Okay smartass, I see you’re in good mood. It just seems like it’s gotten louder lately, you think it’s a…”

Trailing off, they both looked up as a particularly loud bump came from the celling where the studio was.

“I’m not sure, but from everything we know about them it’s highly likely,” Steve said, glancing back to the ceiling for a moment before looking back at his coffee. “There’s been activity all over the house, but it’s been loudest there. If anything else happens we’re going to have to register it, you know that right?”

Sighing, Bucky nodded as the noise lessened.

“I know, that’s just so much paperwork. But you have to admit it’s a bit exciting to think there’s finally something reaching out. A Link in our house of all places!”

Shrugging Steve sipped at his coffee before saying, “I guess, I can’t say I’m not curious but we both decided not to cross over a long time ago, so you have to wonder why now.”

Turning a chair around to sit in it backwards, Bucky smiled at his friend.

“I’m not sure punk, but I for one am pretty damm excited about having contact with the world of the living again. Being dead has it’s perks but this would shake things up for sure. I’ll be back in a bit, Sam wanted to meet up at the gym this afternoon.”

Watching Bucky leave, a thump from the floor above prompted Steve to think about what it could mean.

A Link wasn’t at all uncommon, but some ghosts went decades if not longer without one showing up, if one ever did that is. It was funny, everything people thought about death was right in a way, just as it was also completely wrong at the same time. When you died you were given two choices, cross over or live in the Inverse. There were all kinds of speculations of what was on the other side, some thought whatever belief system you subscribed to in life would determine it, others thought it was a vast nothingness, and even still some believed that it was where true rest and peace lied. No one was certain though, and while about half chose to cross, the ones that didn’t usually never did.

There was just as much fulfillment to be found in the Inverse, or at least Steve thought so. All his dream of art school and spending time on his drawings were a reality now, Bucky was the athletic trainer he’d always wanted to be before the war, so death wasn’t actually so bad. The afterlife was treating them well and from how it had been explained to the two of them, Steve gathered that the afterlife was simply a reverse of the living world, not opposite but reversed. Once you got used to things being a bit different it was almost like being alive again. There were days when he wondered what it would be like to cross over, if there was something better there, but he was never so tempted to actually do it and he wouldn’t go anywhere without Bucky.

Looking up as one more bump came from the room above him, Steve stood and took his mug to the sink.

“He’s not wrong, it would certainly be interesting to see what the world’s been up to,” he said to himself.

Of course, if it was a Link they would need to go to the External Choice and History Office, better known as ECHO, to officially register it in. Every Link that was discovered was documented, both for record purposes but also in the ongoing search to understand what might be on the other side. Link’s only appeared when a soul had something in the living world calling to them, no one could really explain it. Some researchers devoted their afterlives to studying it, trying to find the reason why they kept showing up, but no one had been able to figure it out after thousands of years. So having one turn up in their home was both intriguing and concerning, neither of them had any plans of crossing over but Links often ended in just that.

Shaking his head as he washed and put away his coffee cup, Steve headed upstairs to see if there was anything noteworthy to report to ECHO.

Upon entering the room, nothing looked out of place, but something felt off. Walking over to the far wall, Steve put his hand against it and was surprised at how cold it felt.

“That’s odd,” he muttered.

Dragging his hand across the wall, he confirmed that the entire wall felt the same, cool to the touch and harder than he remembered. Knocking softly on the wall he was met with the same sort of sound as if he was knocking on a window. Frowning at the wall, Steve searched for any sign of what might be causing it but couldn’t find anything different. Deciding to ignore it for now, he went to the corner of the room where his desk sat beneath the window.

“Might as well make good use of the quiet and finish these sketches.”

Now with the goal of finishing this latest set of drawings before Bucky got home, Steve lost himself in soft graphite, the wall all but forgotten.

It had been a long six months of contractors in and out, inconsistent time estimates, and strenuous physical therapy appointments but Anna was finally starting to feel more like herself again. The cast was off and even with the doubtful prognosis of her dancing again, she took the recommendation of keeping up with at home therapy as well as some beginner stretches to get back in the mindset of a dancer.

Having the house nearly finished helped a lot too, her decision to keep it instead of selling for property value having been one of the best she’d made in years. Much to the chagrin of the contractor she had hired, Anna had chosen to keep all of the original wood floors and built-ins, trying to preserve as much of the vintage feel of it as she could and she couldn’t have been happier with the result.

But her favorite room had to be the studio. No matter what anyone said, she was going to dance again and every dancer needed a place to practice. And as of today it was all finished, the mirrored wall completing it.

The loud blaring of car horns only served to remind Anna that she wasn’t used to living in such a large city, it was very different from her small hometown. Living out her dream as an editor at a publishing house was worth it, she’d take any amount of noise to do this for the rest of her life.

Catching a taxi was her only option to be on time at this point, so she reached her hand up to call one at the same time a sharp whistle pierced the air behind her.

“You two go on, I’ll catch the next one,” he said,

In a thousand realities, hundreds of worlds, and dozens of scenarios, it was always supposed to be like this.

#my writing #my fanfic writing #alex writes #au's are my favorite #dont know what this is but i liked it #honestly I might go back to it?? #idk yet

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While I still don't know/love the platform as much, I think I have finally been convinced to move all my stories over to ao3. I felt really loyal to ff.net as it's where I got my start (and I LOVE the way they show stats) but even I must admit the site is falling apart.

I started the process a long time ago but I think I'll actually try to get more serious about putting things up on ao3. Of course that means rereading and editing everything so if anyone wants to beta or just get a look behind the curtain before it all changes hmu!

#my writing #my fanfic writing #the great move #fanfiction dot net #ao3 #I'll still post on ff #but its time to learn how to really use ao3 #shut up alex

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Just thinking outloud! So I’ve been re reading the thing about destiny again and I’ve super duper been enjoying all the updates you’ve made!

I think I’ve gotten to the parts where you’ve stopped so far and it’s back to the OG (spiderman right?) which was very funny cuz then I remembered the basics of the OG Peter Parker storyline and it was totally Andrew Garfield at the time right?

Anyway that all had me thinking about how funny it is he’s technically in the MCU now and in what capacity Annalise finds herself hopping the the different universes and that it kinda matches up so well the Loki series stuff too haha.

That said I also love all ur AU Annalise stories too, so I got caught up in trying to decide if there are different Annalise’s hopping the different timelines in different universes or if it’s the same Annalise in all timelines and she just forgets other universes if she switches between them (like how she forgets her original life)!

Anyway love the fic as always! Cant wait to finish it again and read through the AUs again too!

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First of all, ahhhhh thank you friend!!! This means the world to me that you still go back to Anna and her story!!! I was actually working on some edits and seeing this gave me a shot of motivation!

Okay so yes, it totally was Andrew Garfield when I first wrote it! I still question if changing it was the right call, but I would love to one day call this story finished, so it did make more sense to do a retcon. Not a spoiler or anything, but in the new edited version, our boy Andrew doesn't actually make it to the MCU as I am starting to play with cannon and change things up! If you ever want to see what I'm working on I'm more than happy to send you the link to my docs.

Totally crazy you should mention Loki as I only just now got around to watching season 2 and boy...did I get some ideas from that. I want to say the AU Anna's are all variants of each other, different timelines and realities for each one. Speaking of I found a fragment of an AU I totally forgot about, it's a Ghost AU so lmk if you want me to send it to you!

#alex answers asks #myfriend!!! #how are you?? #this made my whole day #monday is now somehow a better day #also I want to write like crazy now??? #what have you done lol #also might be motivated to finally move all my stuff over to ao3

[everydaymj]

"Self insert characters are cringe"

Bro I'm trying to survive capitalism with maladaptive daydreaming. Leave me alone.

[everydaymj]

LEAH JEFFRIES as ANNABETH CHASE PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS 2023 | Official Teaser Trailer

#SHE IS THEEEEEEE MOMENT #SHE IS EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!! #ANNABETH CHASE LOVER TILL I DIE AND AFTER THAT TOO. #AUGH SHE IS SO LITTLE. I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER #LEAH SAVA JEFFRIES YOU ARE EVERYTHING #pjo