#✦ * august — main verse.

[withbeasts]

Roman Jo spy fam au but who is Anya

#ooc #august: spy au you mean main verse #me: no it’s different

[sunhalf]

"Don't come too close...I got a real wicked cold..." He feels AWFUL, have no doubt, and the hacking cough doesn't help. "Hate t' get you sick, too."

#open. #august : main verse. #miss this dorkass #and i am sick so im inflicting it on them

[lifesver]

sorry to do it but thinking of tcm 2003 when erin finds andy on the hook and she can't get him down and he's lost like all the blood anyway and it's all terrible and he's just like ‘erin i’m dead, please finish it’. and she has to stab him to put him out of his misery bc he begs her to????? honestly chief i think it's gotta be miserable like that in leland dying verses.

#sorry he doesn't die main verse i just have to legally think about it #because i too will be dying in tcm the game as leland mckinney when it comes out in august

[despairforme]

     He’s winning at life today. Found fries!

#[ me: nnoitra you know you can JUST BUY SOME ] #[ nnoitra chewing on the fries he found on the subway: FREE FOOD ] #[ i love love love him v much ] #[ hhhh this vacation was v good for me ] #[ i have been kinda ?? not so interested in rping the past months ] #[ been really busy with moving and settling into my new life ] #[ so writing has gotten side-tracked and especially rping ] #[ BUT now i feel refreshed and ?? just like the good old days ?? ] #[ feeling close to nnoitra again and having the absolute NEED to write him ] #[ blessed feeling i missed this A LOT ] #[ i have so many writing plans for august i'm HYPED ] #[ hope you're all doing good guys!! ] #despair for me. ╱ in character. #burn the city. ╱ main verse.

[scouts-thingsandrps]

It had been a while since Adrian had last seen his brother and his family.

Being a coven head meant that he had to be away for long periods of time, though he didn’t let that be his excuse. He had missed too much of his niece's life, Adrian could only hope that he could make things right.

The former coven head knocked on his brother’s door, hoping that they could accept him back after all that had happened.

He shouldn’t have been so careless in the beginning (he shouldn’t have drank the tea that Terra offered, Titan he was a fool).

Now that he was thinking about it, Adrian should probably leave since he wasn’t feeling too well.

However, before he could get the chance, August opened the door, a neutral expression on their face as soon as they saw their half-brother.

“What happened?” August took one look at their brother and noticed that something wasn’t right. Adrian was much more disheveled than he normally would let himself be.

“I…” He wasn’t able to finish his sentence before pretty much collapsing into his brother’s arms, hissing in pain and shielding his eyes from the outside.

August didn’t bother with asking any more questions, they just dragged their brother inside, trying their best to turn off as many lights as they could.

“Attie?” August called out, trying his best to ignore his brother’s fearful and incoherent muttering as Atalanta ran downstairs, his eyes widening in both shock and horror at the state of his uncle, quickly running over to begin using a healing spell while August felt their brother’s forehead, hissing as soon as they felt the heat.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” Atalanta quickly reassured as August got some wet washrags to cool off Adrian. The teen took the moment, to try and figure out the symptoms that their uncle was expriencing and how to treat them.

Fever, sensitivity to light, and aching around the body from they could infer from their uncle’s movements.

“Did you eat or drink anything that could cause this?” Atalanta asked while also concentrating on the spell.

“That…tea!” From what both father and child could tell, it was hard for Adrian to speak at that moment.

“Here, I have some medicine. You’re safe, try and rest.” August soothed their brother as he whimpered, gently messing with Adrian’s hair until he was finally able to get him to sleep.

August let out a relieved sigh as they looked down at their brother.

“What tea was he talking about?” Atalanta looked up at their parent, eyes now widening with concern, before returning their gaze to their uncle.

“I have a possible feeling, I’ll need to head out to ask Raine about it.” August looked at Atalanta, who nodded at the unspoken question.

“I’ll be able to take care of him.” With that, Atalanta kept her focus on the healing spell, internally repeating the symptoms that her uncle was experiencing.

Fever, sensitivity to light, and body aches.

After a little bit, she stopped the spell to attempt to make a potion to try and soothe the symptoms, though she couldn’t get the tea comment out of her head as she skimmed through the book of recipes.

Eventually, the witch found the right one and began making it. A few moments into heating up the ingredients, she heard a knock on the door.

Oh, that was fast, Atalanta thought to herself, yelling for whoever was behind the door to come in, assuming it was their father and Mx. Whispers.

Unfortunately for Atalanta, it was not either of them.

“Hey, Attie, how are yoo—did something…happen?” Viney’s voice got visibly more hesitant as soon as the reset of the Emerald Entrails entered the house.

“I have a really good explanation.” Atalanta stammered out quickly, but before he could state that explanation, Adrian woke up with a loud groan.

The illusionist’s niece quickly turned off the stove and moved over to check on him.

“Hey, are you doing alright?” Atalanta asked with concern filling her voice.

“I’m fine, Ms. Snapdragon. There’s no need to fuss..” Adrian began to ramble on as he removed the wash cloth, his eyes widening a bit.

“I’m not supposed to be here.” The illusionist tried to leave, a look of panic on his face.

Atalanta gently wrapped her arms around him, trying to at least get him to stay on the couch.

The flyer derby team looked at each other, nodding at an unspoken agreement.

Hunter moved to restart the potion while Skara and Viney got behind Adrian, with Skara playing a soft, calming melody while Viney healed him.

Atalanta gave the two a thankful look as soon their uncle fell asleep.

“Thank you, I owe—.” Atalanta was cut off with Gus saying something.

“We’re not Boscha, you don’t owe us anything.” Gus reassured as Willow put a hand on Atalanta. The witch gave Willow a thankful look before taking a breath.

“Okay, now I’ll explain. Adrian is my uncle, and he showed up really sick,” Atalanta stated, getting that part out of the way “then he mentioned something about a tea making him sick, and he just seemed so panicked. So, moddy went to go get Raine.” The flyer derby seemed satisfied with that answer.

“Okay, that settles it. We’re staying here to help!” Willow softly declared, trying not to awake the former coven head.

Hunter took the moment to think on something that stuck out to him regarding Atalanta’s story.

“Did Adrian mention anything about Terra Snapdragon?” The blond asked, causing the group to look at him in a semi-confused manner, making Hunter feel a little bit self conscious.

“I’m not sure if he did, why?” The witch looked up at him curiously, waiting for him to continue.

“Terra made Raine drink neurobloome tea after they rebelled. So, what if Adrian had to do the same.” Honestly, Hunter did have a point, plus it was the most plausible thing at the moment.

“We’ll have to ask once he’s awake.” With that, the group went back to talking about a different subject until either Raine got there or Adrian woke up.

Which was rather soon.

“Attie?” Adrian piped up, though at least he didn’t seem out of it like the last time he woke up.

“Hey, how are you feeling Mr. Graye?” Skara asked, being the first to move close to him, just in case she needed to play another song.

“Umm…I’m fine, who are you exactly?” The illusionist seemed confused at the presence of the others kids before brightening up a bit. “Oh, are you Attie’s friends? It’s nice to meet all of you, I just wish it was under better circumstances.” He gave the group of teenagers a calm smile, which confused the Emerald Entrails.

“Don’t you remember, we met at Hexside…you tried to brand us before the day of unity?” Gus mentioned, which now brought upon a concerned look.

“Can I see your wrists? I need to know if I was successful.” Adrian had a sense of urgency in his voice, so the kids complied. If they had sleeves, they rolled them up, and once all of them revealed that they had no coven sigils, he relaxed.

“That’s good.” He quickly relaxed as soon as he saw that no one had a coven sigils, and the group was able to keep him there until Raine and August arrived.

“Alright…I forgot that the flyer derby team was supposed to come over.” August stated once he looked at the group of kids, Raine paused trying to think of a way to get them away.

“How about you all go outside for a bit.” Raine stated as August tried to ge the group outside, and most of the group listened.

Execpt Atalanta, who just stared back at the two.

“Are you sure? I can help.” Raine put a hand on the young witch’s shoulder.

“It’ll be fine. The process may get a little rough, it’s best not to have you in here for it.” Raine stated, deciding not to sugar coat it since that would cause Atalanta to ask more questions.

With that, Hunter was able to pull the teenager away, allowing Raine to work.

The two quickly moved to Adrian’s side, with Raine getting on one knee to be at his height.

“I’m going to ask you some questions okay?” Raine stated, and once Adrian nodded in comfirmation, they continued.

“What’s the clearest thing you remember?” Raine asked, keeping their voice calm, Adrian paused before thinking of answer

“When Attie was young, she used to say ‘if I ever met the emperor again, I was going into the boiling sea’.” The humor of the sentence was short-lived before a look of horror appeared on Raine’s face.

Did Attie manage to predict her own near-death experience? The thought of that managed to freak the former bard coven head out.

“Alright, next question, how long is it before the day of unity?” Raine asked.

“It’s supposed to be in a couple of years, right?” Adrian asked, seeming to be confused by all of the questions.

Oh Titian, it was going to be a long conversation.

#tw illness #raine whispers #adrian graye #atalanta ‘attie’ wolfsbane #august wolfsbane #skara #viney #agustus ‘gus’ porter #willow park #hunter wittebane #verse: main timeline

[sunhalf-a]

“I’m full of soup.”

#✦ * — open. #a full 80% of my august opens are just me posting abt myself #(is full of soup) #✦ * august — main verse.

[mr007pennyworth]

Thomas vs Alfred: Lies, Blood Money + Debts.

#mr007pennyworth #bvs verse (irons) #Thomas vs Alfred headcanon #24th August 1992 - the day disaster strikes #main verse headcannons #Mrs Wayne AU #queued and dangerous

[lieblxng]

@the-enhanced-pirate | Moved

Surl chuckles himself to put him at ease. “Whose face is the ugly one here exactly?” He says, already embracing then and patting him roughly on the back. “Mine may be a piece of work, but it’s a work of art I’ll have you know.” He says, laughing at his own horrible joke. He notices their nervousness, but he’s too cautious to ask about it now. He simply stands there for a good while, muttering pleasant nonsense. “Why don’t we head to your quarters?” He says, revealing the cake he promised he would bring. “I brought cake as I said, but surely you’d want something a bit more hearty with rum that fine?” He says, using his claw to clink the bottle. Being careful not to touch the ghost with it. “Something I’d only be too glad to provide.” His quarters would also be the perfect place to have a heart to heart. These ghosts were nice enough, but they could hardly keep a secret. (They could hardly listen to secrets either, but semantics.)

[ The older cookie laughed loudly at the joke his friend made (How could he not? It was the perfect pinch of Pirate humor!), but then his face lit up like a string of holiday lights the second he witnessed the glorious cake come out. He wasn’t a sweet cookie, both with his ingredients and his preferences, but after all the nonsense he's been through, it felt like a celebration for life! His life! And he wasn’t going to say no the most beautiful thing he’s seen in months. ] “I’ll take anythin’ at this point, Surl!” [ The desperation was clear in his voice, both from recalling what threats were still fresh in his mind and from the desire to chow down on the cake before said threats crashed the welcome-back party. ]

“Ye who’ve all walked the plank!” [ The ghosts perked up, ] “Keep watch, it be the only thing yer good for.” [ then saluted and headed to their stations. He only talked to them carelessly since he was the one who conjured them up and they didn’t really have any sentience for emotions. Just simple commands, though they had the tendency to make mistakes for more complex ones. After all, they couldn’t fulfill the needs of a real crew completely–to the possible dismay or relief of the conjurer himself. ]

“Let’s hurry up, ye ol’ Pirate be on a time crunch!” [ He made sure to grab the rum from the spirit holding it before also grabbing onto one of Surl’s sleeves and pulling him along as quickly as he could to his own private quarters on the pirate ship. ]

#//tumblr the bane of my existence #//im so sorry blurke 😭😭😭we cant have nice things on this pirate ship #//i eep now snsnzzz... #Pirate Cookie (self) | Ack! #Surl | A different kind of Pirate Cookie. #Don't care if it's past August. | Replies #Ye be lookin’ at the best pirate ‘round! | Main Verse (Pirate) #the-enhanced-pirate

[erinevrly]

❝   oh,  my  —  goodness!   ❞   erin  practically  squeals,  bare  feet  stomping  against  the  carpet  as  she  jumps  out  of  bed  and  begins  to  bounce  up  and  down,  a  combination  of  sheer  joy  and  excitement  thrumming  through  her  veins,  refusing  to  be  tamed.  her  cheeks  growing  rosy,  dainty  hands  clasping  and  unclasping,  eager  to  reach  out  and  touch  the  delicate  fabric  while  simultaneously  nervous  to  do  so,  as  though  the  gorgeous  black  dress  could  just  magically  disappear  if  she  did  that.  it  feels  like  a  dream.  it  must  be  a  dream.  it’s  neither  christmas  nor  her  birthday,  and  even  if  it  were,  they  still  wouldn’t  be  able  to  afford  a  dress  like  this.  but  everything  else  about  this  moment  is  so  very  real  —  they’re  still  in  the  same  cheap  motel  room  that  they  fell  asleep  in  last  night,  with  sticky  carpets,  cigarette-burned  furniture  and  stained  sinks,  her  suitcase  half-packed  and  sitting  by  the  window,  his  bandana  and  leather  jacket  draped  over  the  back  of  a  chair,  the  same  led  zeppelin  album  that  they  were  listening  to  while  taking  a  bath  and  sharing  a  glass  of  wine  with  pizza  playing  on  a  loop.  it’s  his  first  tour  and  she  simply  couldn’t  miss  it,  but  today’s  their  last  day  together  —  tomorrow  she’ll  be  in  new  york  and  he’ll  be  in  canada.

❝   axl,   ❞   she  breathes,  enthralled  by  the  beauty  of  the  dress  that  he’s  holding  out  for  her,  her  fingertips  finally  brushing  against  the  crystal-embellished  hem,  tracing  the  sweetheart  neckline  in  wonderment.   ❝   it’s  so,  so  beautiful.  the  most  beautiful  dress  i’ve  ever  seen.   ❞   there’s  a  huge  grin  on  her  face  as  she  looks  between  her  boyfriend  and  the  marvelous  gift,  doing  her  best  not  to  let  her  tears  spill  over.  it’s  such  a  thoughtful  gesture,  so  sweet  and  unexpected,  too.   ❝   thank  you.  thank  you  so  much,  @rcsechild,   ❞   she  gushes,  falling  into  his  colorful  arms,  careful  not  to  destroy  the  velvety  material  in  the  process.  she  hugs  him  tightly,  buries  her  face  in  his  chest,  and  for  a  moment  just  holds  him,  feeling  like  the  luckiest  girl  on  the  planet.  she  steals  a  chaste  kiss  from  his  lips  before  pulling  back,  her  hand  reaching  for  his  wrist,  fingers  curling  around  his  warm  skin,  squeezing.   ❝   i  love  it,  i  really  do.  i’ve  never  owned  anything  so  beautiful,  but  it  must  have  cost  you  a  fortune,  baby,  and  i  just  can’t  accept  it.  it’s  too  expensive.   ❞

#rcsechild #answered. #main verse: 1987. #thank you for sending this omgosh <3 made my day! #so the way i see it is red is on his first big tour with m.otley c.rue and a.erosmith and that tour happened in august 1987 so its perfect #wikipedia says he was in canada from auguest 14th to august 19th and then flew back to detroit on august 21st #and stayed in detroit for like four days :') so i thought it was the perfect moment for curl to join him :') #and then on the 25th he's back in canada for like a week and im headcanoning shes in nyc #so this is like their last day / night together and i thought red would 100% spend his first big paycheck on curl :') #and this m.ariah dress :) and i know its from the 90s but i bet they also had pretty dresses like that in 1987 #anyway :)))) it turned out so cute i think :)

[mcstunwanted]

@nebulaties said: ❛ I keep waiting for the big reveal, where it all makes sense. Wouldn’t that be nice? ❜-August Ryan

he didn't bother to hide the smirk. " yeah, that'd be nice... " but where the x-files were concerned, 'making sense' was... a relative term. more often than not, they came away from a case with more questions than answers, let alone something that could be proven in court. at least not without his testimony getting him laughed off the stand... but he'd made his peace with that. it was the price they paid for getting closer to the answers that really mattered.

but in his experience, the nuances of that kind of argument didn't matter much to local pd. arrests first, truth second.

and the truth in this case was shaping up to be a doozy. because really, what kind of salt-of-the-earth detective type was gonna believe his missing person wasn't really missing at all? mulder grinned. nothing like a little shapeshifting to keep things interesting... " detective, what do you know about selkies? "

#tfw u reach for the first folklore-y thing your brain can think of ;alskjdf #v. ｢ verse • main. ｣ #this is so old i'm sorry #nebulaties #nebulaties: august ryan

[specterseen]

text meme

@ghoststained​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ sent:      [ text ] are you in my kitchen?? ( from august ! )

[ text ] ....no... [ text ] im not doing anything weird i promise [ text ] wait how tf do you know im in your kitchen do you have a camera in here or something

#verse: main. #inbox: answered. #LOL shes probably like. planting a surprise for august #ghoststained

[eregyrn-falls]

Organizing a Stan Twins-centric Multi-Artist Lyric Comic!

There's a song I've always wanted to see as an AMV or a lyric comic for the Stan Twins, and years pass, and I've never been able to tackle a project that big. So, I wanted to try to organize it as a multi-artist lyric comic!

The song is "Trouble", by Avicii. (See below.)

What is a multi-artist lyric comic? One where people sign up, and each artist is assigned a line from the song. Artists will then do 1 page for their line, and at the end, it's all put together. Here is an example from GF fandom in 2018. (Here is a video version that someone put together with the music.)

This song has 28 lines of lyrics, but it also has some instrumental breaks, and I've thought of a way to fill those that would allow more people to participate (particularly if someone was unsure if they could take on a full page).

Here's the song:

There's a lot of details to go into, so to keep this post from taking up too much dash real estate, I'm going to put more detail below a read-more.

Here is a link to a Google form you can fill out to indicate interest. (But we do urge you to read over the details below!)

The goal would be to complete this in time to make it public on August 31st or Sept. 1st, 2023 -- in line with the actual last days in-story of the show. Therefore, the due date for final art will likely be around August 15th or 20th.

I hope folks will find this intriguing! I think it could be a lot of fun!

@mercury-falls and I are the point-people for this, at the moment!

All right -- the way I've always seen it, the first verse of the song is very Stan-related, and the second verse is very Ford related.

Here is a Google Doc with the lyrics.

My idea for the instrumental breaks was to have people contribute smaller pieces of art that look a bit like Polaroid snapshots. If we can get the lyric comic combined with the music, think of the collection of Polaroids accumulating the way they do at the end of the show's opening credits.

There are two main ways artists can contribute to the project:

For lyrics, full landscape illustrations (which include color, lettering, and a background)

For instrumental breaks, polaroid-style illustrations (smaller, simpler pieces in square format). We will use these in a video edit of the comic and have them accumulate like the show’s intro during the breaks. (We will also figure out a good way to display them in the lyric-comic post itself.)

Your art should be canon-compliant, and can depict any time period of the Stans’ lives (past, present, and near-future)! Do with your art as you best see fit with your lyrics, but keep the focus on the Stans and their relationships with each other and other GF characters. Both original content and screenshot adaptations are welcome!

We also welcome collaborations between artists on full pages! We encourage every artist in the project to help and support each other if they are comfortable. On the interest form, you can tell us if you are interested in volunteering to help others with inking, coloring, or creating backgrounds! Or, you can tell us if you think you will need help.

On the form, you can indicate your preference towards the Stan or Ford verses. But once we have the team of artists doing lyrics chosen, we will randomize the list and then contact people in order, to ask about preferences for lyrics. If you aren't chosen for one of the full pages, we would still like to have you involved for the Polaroids! (And you can indicate willingness to be called on to do a page if others drop out.)

We will have check-in dates through the summer, with goals for people to report on the subject of their piece; to have a sketch or layout ready to show; and to show progress closer to the end.

We will be setting up a Discord server to help share information, and to allow people to post WIPs or just generally discuss things, and keep motivation going. If you really don't use Discord, though, and don't want to sign up for it, that's okay. We will put whatever instructions and details we have in a Google Doc, and will share that link for reference. And we can always communicate via email.

I (Eregyrn speaking!) have been involved in a LOT of fan projects over the years. One of the key things to ask of people who sign up for a project is: communication. That is, if you're having difficulties, just let us know! If you need to drop out, just let us know! Don't feel guilty that you signed up and then had to drop out. The thing that is hardest on organizers of projects like this is when people sign up, but disappear and don't answer DMs or emails. Believe me, I've been in that position where you feel guilty and don't want to admit that you have to drop out -- but it's always much easier on the organizers if you just let them know, instead of keeping them guessing! This is just something to keep in mind when you're signing up -- life happens! It's okay! But please try to let us know if something comes up and you have to bow out.

Here is the link to the Google Form, that you can fill out to indicate interest.

#gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #sea grunks! #lyric comics #trouble lyric comic #multi artist project #multi artist lyric comic

[homosherb]

ok so. i saw this post that was like “since Miles’ birthday is in August that means Gwen’s is in November.” and i was like “oooo ok cool can’t wait” but i didn’t count it or think about it for myself at all.

it’s literally wrong. if you counted 15 months from August then you would get November, but because she’s older we gotta count 15 back from August, which puts her birthday in May. (makes her a Taurus or a Gemini btw)

ALSO so we all know that Gwen and Miles are the 2 (important number) main characters in the Spider-Verse movies. ATSV came out in June which is 2 months before Miles’ birthday in August. BTSV is coming out in March which is 2 months before May, which is probably when Gwen’s birthday is, like i just went over.

#yeah maybe i’m stupid for not realizing it sooner but WHATEVER #i’m so tired #it’s 3:30 am #miles morales #gwen stacy #ghostflower #gwiles #saying this now so that if i’m right i can say i was right #no hate to whoever made the post i saw #into the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #beyond the spiderverse #spiderverse #sherb speaks

[sunhalf-a]

“Waah —— d - don’t worry, I’m okay!”  Despite the sobs that turn her breaths towards heaving, the words themselves are true!  He’s not sad, really; he’s even sort of happy, in a relieved way, that the tears are coming, that the dam’s broken and they can expel some of the bad feelings.  “I — th - think I just — waah — needed a cathar - catharsis cry ——”

#✦ * — open. #✦ * august — main verse.

[mr007pennyworth]

Main Verse Headcanon:

On the 24th of August 1992, One General and two Brigadier's plans fell into place.

$200 million dollars. 25 life's at stake. Less than 10 miles of sand and a seemingly abandoned village.

A chess board piece was purposefully removed in order to turn the eyes of rebellious leaders.

The 24th of August 1992, is the day Thomas Wayne was ordered to run into the village breaking commands to chase down three apperntly kidnapped soilders.

Men found. Thomas then radioed in to say he was trapped by surrounding rebels. Eight of them.

21 verses 8. The rest of the squad voted to seige a rescue since communication with headquarters was cut off. Alfred voted no. But it was 3 Lt Colonel's verses 1.

Eight men turned out to be forty plus.

Thomas somehow escaped with one of the kidnapped men and as Alfred joined him to try and rescue another, all hell broke loose.

Seventeen men died. Shot to pieces in the middle of the Israel desert sands only miles from the dead sea.

Hearding the last of the men towards the fences that blocked the village from the main roads that lead out into the city, Thomas detoured them unknowingly for once, into a amateur mine field, demanding he knew a shorter way back to they the city.

The resulting neglect of his commanding officer orders ment, another man died and Alfred would suffer for the rest of his life, haunted with the pain of remembering when men chose money over lives as he stood on a landmine to save Thomas Wayne.

Left with the guilt of watching Alfred almost die for him, Thomas sheered the fences and rescued Alfred hoping against the odds he would at least be given promotion for the effort.

In the end, Alfred was honored, Thomas was stripped from Major and kicked out quietly after the investigation went cold.

Alfred was the only surviving Lt colonel.

Thomas took Alfred to America, changed Alfred's last name legally and purposely abused his newly given (specialist veteran doctor) medical powers over him to keep him quiet when Thomas realized Alfred had figured out more than he should about the money.

To this day, Alfred refuses to consider he has any honor left.

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"Get out of here.."

"Alistair shut up your bleeding out"

"Stop fussing...you...know it's over...it's over...Alfred...Get out...of here..."

"I'm not leaving you!"

"Alf...run...run or...noone... is getting.... out alive"

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Bruce: "Do you not find anything to be happy about having saved eight men?"

Alfred: "No..."

Bruce: "Why?"

Alfred: "Because I almost died for the traitor, I almost died for the wrong fucking one"

Bruce: "How much money did they give...dad?"

Alfred: "$10 million dollars...at least, that's what he 'inherited' anyway...."

Bruce: "I'm sorry"

Alfred: "It's not your fault Bruce, your as much a victim in your father's money wars as myself, you've suffered the fate of watching someone finally snap, as much as I could of..."

Bruce: "Did you ever think about killing him for it?"

Alfred: "No, I hated your father Bruce, but I refused to take him away from you, you didn't deserve that, you were the only thing that mattered as much to him as his money"

#mr007pennyworth #bvs verse (irons) #august 24th 1992 is the day alfred beagle died and fuck me i almost forgot myself #24th of August 1992 - the day disaster strikes #main verse Headcanon #headcannons

[nesyanast]

Margarita Iosifovna Aliger (October 7 1915 – August 1, 1992) was a Soviet poet, translator, and journalist. She was born in Odessa in a family of Jewish office workers.

The main themes of her early poetry were the heroism of the Soviet people during industrialization and during World War II. Her most famous poem is "Zoya" (1942), about Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya, a young girl killed by Nazis. This work was one of the most popular poems during the Soviet era. From 1940 to 1950, the poetry of Aliger was characterised by a mix of optimistic semi-official verses ("Leninskie mountains", 1953), and poems in which Aliger tried to analyse the situation in her country in a realistic way ("Your Victory", 1944 - 1945).

In 1956, in a gathering of Khrushchev with the intelligentsia he admonished the writers for interfering with the political system. It is noted that Aliger was the only writer to speak up against him at the event. It was after his retirement that he apologized to her for his behavior. Aliger wrote numerous essays and articles about Russian literature and her impressions on travelling ("On poetry and poets", 1980; "The return from Chile", 1966).

#jumblr #jewish #jews #nesyapost #jewish history #ww2 #soviet jews #Jewish women #ussr