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makethatelevenrings · 1 year

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Chag Sameach // Jewish!Batmom!Reader & family

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: a lot of mentions of food, I know that can be difficult around the holiday season

Summary: A blended family of faith comes together to celebrate the holiday season through Damian’s eyes

A/N: I’m not Jewish so please let me know if I messed anything up!! Happy Hanukkah my lovelies :) Bruce is canonically Jewish, Dick and Duke are in my mind Jewish, Jason IMO was raised Catholic, Tim is totally raised atheist as is Cass, Alfred is Anglican, and Steph was raised culturally Christian. She’s just here for the sweets.

Everyone was acting differently.

Todd wasn’t arguing with Father and instead, Damian passed him earlier in the kitchen where the crime lord had a “Kiss the Cook” apron on and was bent over a tray on the counter, piping bag clutched tightly in hand. Perhaps he was poisoning Drake…

Pennyworth was flitting between the kitchen and the main living room, glittering tinsel in hand that trailed after him along the carpet. Drake was somewhere with Thomas, both of them looking intently at their phones and whispering between each other. Brown and Cassandra were outside, that much he knew, doing who knows what.

Damian found Richard in the main hall balancing a tray in both hands with a large smile on his face. He lit up when he saw Damian and gestured with his head to follow him. Thus, the culprit of everyone’s strangely amicable behavior was located.

You.

Father’s wife.

The woman who clearly wasn’t suited to be the matriarch of the Wayne name. Not like his mother. You were not a warrior. In fact, Damian believed you to be completely helpless. Yet Father seemed taken by you and one of the stipulations about living here was that Damian must respect you. Even Richard was firm in that rule.

You stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed and eyes narrowed as Father maneuvered a large pine tree into one of the corners of the room. You called out directions until Father stuck his head out from around the tree and leveled you with a stare Damian had seen him use on Ivy and Quinn. You merely smirked and raised your hands in a thumbs up. Father moved out from behind the tree and nodded at Damian before taking one of the trays from Grayson.

You turned and lit up at the sight of Damian. Despite his coldness towards you, you had never once been unkind. It grated on his nerves. Surely, you had some kind of ulterior motive as to your deceitful kindness. He was determined to get to the bottom of this.

“Damian, good afternoon!” you greeted. “You’re just in time. The sun sets in thirty minutes so we’ll light the chanukiah and then decorate the tree.”

You paused, a conflicted look passing over your face and then you sighed. “Oh, Damian, I’m sorry. I never thought to ask if you celebrate either.”

“Either?” He was confused by all the decorations and trinkets scattered around the room. It looked like a glitter bomb had gone off, but Pennyworth didn’t look too frazzled at the mess. It was then that he saw the kippah on Father and Richard’s heads.

“Tonight is the first night of Hanukkah,” you explained. “When Jason first joined us…”

You trailed off, pain glinting in your eyes at the thought of a young Todd compared to the man he was now. Father joined your side and laid a hand on your shoulder. You offered him a small, shy smile and whispered out a thanks.

“Your father, Dick, and I are all Jewish so we always celebrated Hanukkah. When Jason joined us, we figured it wasn’t fair that he and Alfred didn’t get to celebrate Christmas with others so we decided to combine the two. Hanukkahmas. Christmakkah. So, the first night of lighting the chanukiah, we also decorate the Christmas tree. It’s silly, but it’s our tradition.”

Richard swooped in then, laying a kiss on his adoptive mother’s cheek. He then ruffled Damian’s hair despite his best efforts to get away.

“Don’t worry, little D, we’ll celebrate Ramadan too for you.”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes! And if there’s any specific foods you like to break the fast, please let me know. We’d love to have you join us tonight, Damian.”

Based on the excited grin on Richard’s face, Damian couldn’t refuse. He sighed but relented, allowing Richard to put a red and white fluffy hat on his head. The brim slipped over his eyes and he shoved it back with a disgruntled huff, but you were grinning at the sight of the two boys' antics.

Maybe this wouldn’t be a total disaster.

Damian was put to task stringing popcorn on a fishing line and fighting off the vultures known as his family as they swooped in to steal a few kernels here and there. Someone had dragged one of the larger tables usually used for galas into the room and platters of food appeared, filling up the surface until Damian could no longer see any wood.

“Hey, baby bird,” Brown greeted as she and Cassandra entered the room. Thomas trailed after the two, a kippah on his head too. Brown started to reach for one of the powdered desserts but you materialized out of seemingly thin air and swatted her hand away.

“Not until Bruce does the blessing, you little thief,” you warned, but there was no heat behind your words. Damian was always confused by the lack of punishment received for behavior here. At Nanda Parbat, misbehaving and denying orders was met with violence. Here, it was met with teasing words from you and a stern lecture if it was a serious discrepancy. You were weak, he thought, for not preparing them for the cruelties of this world like his grandfather had.

“Alright, last thing for the table,” Todd announced as he entered the room with a large dutch oven cradled between two potholders. You clapped your hands in excitement and moved some dishes aside so he could set it down in the center.

“This is brisket,” you explained to Damian, “but we have plenty of vegetarian options too. Hummus, noodle kugel, latkes…a lot of latkes. Christ on a bike, Jason, could you have made any more latkes? We also have sufganiyot, rugelach, kugel, sfenj, and some Christmas cookies already…and we’re having matzo ball soup on the eighth night. Vegetarian, of course.”

Todd sidled up next to you, his large frame towering over his adoptive mother. You rested a hand on his arm and squeezed, a silent thanks for assisting Alfred with all of the food. He dipped his chin in response and then hugged you. Damian watched as the older boy practically melted in your embrace, something he had never seen. Todd was always cold and harsh, holding himself in a way that meant he was on alert constantly.

“The sun has set,” Alfred announced. The rest of the family had piled into the room and they crowded around the silver chanukkiah that sat on one of the tables. Richard lit the middle candle as Bruce began to say the three blessings. You murmured the occasional Hebrew word in response to the prayer, but the family remained quiet as Bruce prayed and Dick lit the candle. Once the first candle was lit and Bruce ended the prayer, you clapped your hands together and shooed everyone towards the family.

“Eat, eat. Nosh a little. We’ll decorate the tree after presents.”

Damian was struck with panic for a second. Presents? Was he supposed to get anyone something? No one else appeared nervous. They were all focused on loading up their plates and scattering around the living room.

You didn’t head towards the food. Instead, Damian watched as you pulled a blanket off of a basket tucked next to the chair you usually sat in. The basket was overflowing with wrapped gifts and you picked a few out, depositing them in the lap of the respective person. Damian was surprised when you stopped in front of him and smiled, holding out a gift wrapped in paper that had animals printed all over it.

“Happy Hanukkah, Damian. I like to give everyone gifts for the eight nights. Something small. Don’t worry about getting us anything. It’s more of a thing I like to do.” Your words eased his stress. He cautiously tore at the paper and found a fresh sketchbook, pencils, and watercolors inside. You had already moved on to hand a gift to Alfred.

He ran his fingers along the smooth paper and smiled despite himself. Maybe you weren’t totally useless.

For seven more nights, the family gathered in the living room to play games, watch movies, and eat. Seriously, it was a shit ton of food. You flitted about the room all night, anxious to ensure everyone was enjoying themselves. The gifts you gave were perfect, but Damian would never admit that. In lieu of gelt, other than the chocolate coins that Drake and Richard were battling over currently, you had donated ten thousand dollars to a charity each person supported, including Damian’s favorite animal shelter in the city.

He didn’t understand it. He had been nothing but frigid to you since arriving at the Manor. Yet, you were still suffused with warmth that leaked out of you and showering him with kindness and gifts. So on the eighth night, while everyone else was focused on the epic dreidel battle between Cassandra and Todd, Damian slowly approached where you were seated on the couch, curled up against Father’s side.

“Hey, need something?” you asked. You were ready to spring off the couch and serve him, but Damian merely thrust a neatly wrapped box in your direction. Your lips parted in a soft, surprised gasp and you thanked him as you accepted the gift. Slowly and meticulously, you unwrapped the gift and opened the small box under the paper to find a beautiful handmade portrait of the whole family.

“Oh, Damian,” you whispered. “It’s amazing. This is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me.”

“Happy Hanukkah.”

You handed the box to Bruce and stood. “Is it alright if I hug you?”

He nodded stiffly, but relaxed minutely when your arms wrapped around him. Damian understood why Todd softened around you. How Father smiled and showed affection like it was second nature. Why Richard laughed freely and Thomas felt comfortable in the family and Brown gossiped to you about trivial things. He understood why Cassandra sought you out on the bad days and Drake curled up beside you when he needed to feel comforted and why Pennyworth took your orders without question.

You weren’t useless or helpless. Your strength, light, and warmth was the thing keeping the family together. Damian hugged you just a little tighter. Maybe he could ask you to accompany him to the animal shelter to oversee how the donations were being allocated. And then perhaps they could go to that one vegetarian restaurant Todd had told him about.

You weren’t his mother and he would always love his mother, but you were certainly a figure in his life that he didn’t mind being around.

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How about the home girl milagro? Can you tell me more about her?

Our beautifully fierce Lantern

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again—she is a beautiful combination of contradictions. She’s a Catholic, Mexican-American Latina from Texas so she knows and understands about tradition and it’s place, but she knows the difference between honoring tradition and supporting ignorance.

She loves fashion and embracing her femininity, wearing dresses and skirts in various shades of pink, doing her hair and make up, etc. Does any of that stop her from knowing how to work on cars? Nope. Does her mascara prevent her from being a top student? Absolutely not. Does being more girly mean she won’t punch yoj in the mouth? Nope but her rings will make it hurt more.

She’s helped redesign a few hero outfits for younger heroes as they age, accounting for different body types and how to protect vital organs because of the differing muscle/fat in an area.

Her, Damian, and Jon have absolutely pretended to be their older brothers to annoy them. And if you think she has not dramatically fallen into their arms, lamenting about not being enough for the hyperactive speedster bewitching him, with the boys monologuing about being in love with each other….you do not have siblings 😂

She is bisexual and Jaime is Demisexual. Be homophobic to one of them, I dare you, see how fast they put you on your ass.

Mar’i, the supportive bestie she is, often wears something Milagro has designed to different events. This lead to her talking to Milagro’s fashion designer IDOL, who she gave Milagros name to. Milagro was offered an internship because of this interaction. She was so excited she kissed Mar’i without thinking. Mar’i laughed about it 😂

She has thrown a Chancla at her teammates. Once in front of their families, Lian was being Lian. Milagro pulled it off and hit her dead in the back of her head 😂😂 Bianca was so proud of her

#mar'i grayson #irey west #lian harper #damian wayne #jai west #milagro reyes #jon kent #colin wilkes

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uzumaki-rebellion · 1 year

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“Sinner & Saint: Creed III” Chapter 5

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"When everything changed I had you When my life was rearranged I had you When I hit rock bottom babe I had you When I thought I'd been forgotten babe I had you When I faced all my fears I had you When I thought nobody cared I had you And that's why

Whatever you want from me You know you got it Whatever you need baby You're gonna get it You got me forever You got me forever"

Floacist – "Forever"

He had to take the chance at that moment, or else he wouldn't have the courage to try again.

The urge to kiss Athena washed over him as her lips ticked up into a wondrous smile as the wind blew her soft hair and the sunshine illuminated her beauty to the world. Damian feared she would disintegrate into the rays of sunlight like a misty mirage teasing him, and he dared to act by holding her chin and seeking sustenance in her lips. She welcomed the unexpected intrusion of desire and he wrapped his arms around her like she was life itself.

Heaven.

Her lips, her tongue, the gentle tickling of her hair brushing against his face, her scent... every molecule that made Athena a living, breathing soul blessed Damian to his core. She was the first woman he had ever kissed in his life and he would want no other after that.

He wasn't a virgin.

There had been several girlfriends and teenage sex for two good years before he was imprisoned, but Athena was the only grown woman he had ever touched like that. He savored every breath, the moist feel of her mouth, and the gentleness of her pliant tongue. It was a wise move to release her midway because she scrambled back for more and it was a lock for his heart. She had no idea how much of a lifeline she was for him being out in the world. The book she loaned him gave him the first foundation of looking at his circumstances in a different light.

Two weeks after running into her at the gym, Damian went to the downtown library and checked out three books by Thích Nhất Hạnh and listened to the audio of his lectures online. He had been raised Pentecostal in South L.A., but the first time he got into real trouble, his family sent him to a Catholic school. Spiritual matters didn't concern him much. Boxing and getting himself into a better situation was the goal. He lived with his grandmother down the street from Crenshaw Boulevard in Leimert Park and she had been a holy rolling bible thumper. She shipped him to an aunt in Eagle Rock to go to parochial school, but he always came back to his hood on the weekends. Big Mama Anderson died while he was in prison, and his older cousin took their grandmother's house as her own and refused to let him stay there when he got out because she had kids that didn't need to be around a loser. God died with his grandmother, but Athena awakened something new within him with her interest in spiritual matters outside of his upbringing.

His own relatives disavowed Damian, but Athena reached for him. She was the beacon he needed to stay the course and fight for what belonged to him. He was a junior Olympian. The most talked about Golden Gloves winner in the sport's history. To lose it all and watch Donnie reap the rewards — a man who was nowhere as good as him — burned like a motherfucker.

Donnie got by because he was Apollo Creed's son and Rocky Balboa took him in. Had he not had that connection, there was no way he would've gotten far on his own. The name opened doors because he sure as hell wasn't on anyone's radar when he tagged along with Damian to Inglewood. Donnie had an attitude and not much else, but Damian coddled and encouraged him to try his best. Their friendship was breezy and close, like brothers. When he won the Golden Gloves national title, it was Donnie who snuck Mary Anne's expensive liquor out of the house to celebrate Damian's new status along with the belt and ring that came with it. He had just turned nineteen, barely saying goodbye to eighteen, with the world by the balls… and then… it was over.

Having Athena in his arms rekindled a beast in him. He wanted everything denied in his past. Everything Donnie didn't deserve. Damian was the true diamond. Apollo's son was cubic zirconia. Donnie collected belts and multi-million-dollar fight purses, but he had never truly faced the best in the world.

Damian grasped Athena's hand and felt like a preening peacock. She was classy, sophisticated, educated, and gorgeous. Men and women on the boardwalk ogled her, and he puffed out his chest like he had the queen of the world on his arm.

Lost in the hazy intoxication of her presence, their stroll took them all the way to Venice Beach. Holding her hand made him protective, and he coveted the closeness they shared while meandering the weirdos and art hustlers trying to make a buck.

"Damian!"

A bulky bodybuilder shouted to him from the Venice outdoor gym known as Muscle Beach, which attracted narcissists to show off their sculpted abs and thighs. Damian worked out there every other day when he wasn't jogging on the Venice Beach sand.

"Dallas!" Damian called back.

The thick-neck white man with a spray-on tan, leathery skin, and thin blonde lanky hair stepped away from deadlifting two hundred pounds and trotted over to Damian.

"Thought you'd be out here today," Dallas said.

"Had a cheat day with a friend," he said, squeezing Athena's hand.

"Hey, got word on that spot near here for you if you're still interested. It's available on the twenty-second." Dallas said.

"Hell yeah," Damian said.

"I'll hit you up with details later," Dallas said.

Damian gave him a hand slap, and his good mood lifted even higher. Dallas was a popular regular with the body-building scene who befriended Damian, despite the ankle monitor and criminal record. He had a brother that rented rooms in his house on the beach scene right around the corner from the Venice Gold's Gym, and Damian wanted one. The price was reasonable for an ex-con, and Dallas promised him the first three months free as a favor. God was good.

"Where did you find this beautiful woman?" Dallas asked in a teasing tone.

Athena grinned, and Damian pulled her away from the spectacle of Muscle Beach. They ended their walk, dipping their toes in the sand and watching the ocean. He didn't want to rush things with her. She would think he was using her and trying to get over because she was rich and connected. He wanted things in place on his own to make him feel like a productive athlete on the rise. The clothes on his back were the nicest he owned, and it was better to keep his nose close to the grindstone. He had a place lined up to live, a trainer, and a warehouse job if things worked out the way he hoped. The plan was to train during the day and work the graveyard shift.

His cell rang.

"Hold on a minute," he said.

He pulled away from Athena and turned his back to the water.

"Hello?" Damian said.

"Dame?"

The voice surprised him.

"Kev—"

"Aye man, nobody told me you got out until I ran into Aunt Bibi. Where you at right now? I'm over at Big Mama's house. Shelly said you weren't staying there. What's up with that?"

"Ask her."

"This your house too, cuz."

"They don't act like it."

"Where are you?"

"The beach."

"What beach?"

"Venice."

"What's going on there?"

Damian turned back toward Athena. Her eyes were closed, and she tilted her head back to sunbathe her face as he spoke.

"Hanging out. Getting some air."

"Come through so I can see you. I'll wait until you get here. Need a ride?"

"I can get there on my own," Damian said.

He tapped his phone and slid it into his back pocket. It was time to end the date and face his family.

"Should we head back?" Damian asked.

"Sure," she said.

The wind blew her hair around again. If he were a painter, he could make the next Mona Lisa with her image. He recorded it to his brain-computer, too shy to ask if he could take a picture with his phone. Her windswept hair, the slight smile on her lips, and the comforting brown of her eyes were divine perfection.

"This was a great date. Thank you, Damian," she said.

"Dame," he said. "My close friends call me Dame."

"Okay. Dame."

She leaned forward and kissed his cheek before slipping her arm into the crook of his, and headed toward Santa Monica. They could've easily hopped in a Lyft for the journey back, but it was obvious they enjoyed each other's company.

"We should do this again," she suggested.

"I'll be a little busy the next few weeks. Training. Moving—"

"I understand. Just wanted to put it out there because I had fun," she said.

"I'm glad. I was worried you would find this… me, boring."

"A great lunch and fantastic conversation are never boring. You're far from boring, Damian… Dame."

"I'm sure you've had rich guys take you to all kinds of fancy places."

She stopped walking and turned to him.

"This was one of the best dates I've had in a long time. If all I ever did with you was eat well and walk on the beach talking up a storm and holding hands, that would outdo ninety percent of the men I've stepped out with," she said.

She toyed with a button on his shirt.

"When you have yourself situated, feel free to call me again for another outing," she said.

Damian looked into her earnest eyes and threw caution to the wind again. He touched her hair and drew her in close for another kiss that was longer than the last. They both grinned when they parted lips again. Putting on their shoes and socks, Athena stopped to check her cell as the ringtone played an anime sound effect. She swiped and scrolled her screen and her facial expression changed from bliss to an eyebrow arched.

"Something wrong?" Damian asked.

She looked at him with a gleam in her eye.

"Ricky Conlan just left prison. My brother announced they'll fight a re-match at the end of the year."

"Creed versus Conlan part two," Damian said.

"Donnie's only professional loss."

Damian watched her put her phone away, and they continued walking. The mood shifted between them as Athena took on a more serious energy. They parted ways at her car in a parking structure a block away from the café, and he declined her offer of a ride to his grandmother's house.

On the bus headed toward the Crenshaw district, Damian wondered how much money Donnie would pocket facing Pretty Ricky Conlan.

Donnie and Bianca never missed the monthly family dinner at the Creed mansion.

Mary Anne expected her children to come together and stay connected through buttered rolls, green beans, mashed potatoes, and good brisket. She cooked everything herself, along with a homemade seven-up cake. A.J. could join them because he had a medical convention in L.A. he was attending, so the evening was extra special, having all three Creed children together in one place for a home-cooked meal.

He noticed his sister was in a great mood. A lot of wine loosened her up. She chatted about her new work assignment with the Lakers and her planned trip to spend a girls' weekend at their family cabin in Big Bear. Her skin looked extra brown from the sun and her voice had a sing-song quality to it. Donnie loved when she was happy. It made him feel closer to her. The older they had gotten, the more closed off she became, even more so since he had married Bianca. His wife and daughter got along with her perfectly and Athena was the best ASL learner out of all of them, often having conversations with Amara that he couldn't keep up with.

A.J. was his usual stoic self, sounding like their father with his booming voice and a thick mustache. Amara was signing with Athena when his brother turned to him and eyed Donnie with serious energy.

"Are you confident that you will beat Conlan?" A.J. asked.

Mary Anne stood at the head of the grand dining table, cutting cake slices and passing around plates. She licked her finger on the icing of her own slice as she sat down, staring at him.

"Yes," Donnie said.

Athena stuffed her fork in her mouth with a look of doubt.

"You don't think so?" Donnie said to her.

Athena glanced around.

"I didn't say anything," Athena said.

"I know that look," Donnie said.

A.J. looked at their sister, too.

"You always know the odds and you have never been wrong about his matches," A.J. said.

Mary Anne and Bianca watched Athena carefully. She took another bite of her cake slice and signed for Amara to fill up the water pitcher with cold water from the kitchen. His daughter leaped at the chance to do anything for Athena and dashed away with the clear glass pitcher.

"I think Ricky Conlan is washed up. His last hurrah was facing you before he went in. It's a cash grab for him," Athena said.

Bianca openly relaxed and patted Donnie on his shoulder.

"I told you," Bianca said, grinning.

"If I were him, I'd let it rest and fade away, but he wants that last rush. So he'll end his career losing to you," Athena said.

A.J. rested his folded hands on the table.

"Who comes after Conlan?" A. J. asked.

Donnie looked at Bianca, and she tilted her head. Amara came back in with the water. She handed it to Athena and signed to be excused to play an RPG game in her famous grandpa's trophy room. Bianca gave her permission to go, and Amara took off like a rocket to get away from the boring adults.

"Now's the time," Bianca whispered to him.

Donnie cleared his throat and straightened his back. Mary Anne cocked her head and her eyes became hooded with contemplation like she knew what was coming next. Just like she knew when Bianca was pregnant before they did.

"I've discussed this with Bianca for months now, and I've decided to retire after the Conlan fight," Donnie said.

They held their breath for a long time around the table. Mary Anne pressed her hands together and placed the tips under her nose like she was praying, but the tears came down first.

"Whoa," A.J. said, glancing at Athena." I was not expecting that."

"Thank the Lord… oh thank the Lord," Mary Anne muttered.

Athena's face stayed neutral. There was no surprise or elation like the others with her expression. She studied him like she always did.

"I've accomplished a lot in the past seven years. I have nothing else to prove and I want to go out on top. My organization will start a new boxing venture, managing and promoting boxers. I've lined up key endorsements and partnering investors to make this profitable next move for me and my family. Boxing will still be a part of my life, but I'll run things outside of the ring and not in it," Donnie said.

A.J. grinned and held out his hand to shake.

"Congratulations little brother," A.J. said.

Donnie shook his hand, and Mary Anne left her seat to hug him.

"I have prayed for this day," she said, kissing his forehead.

"Making moves like I suggested," Athena said.

"Ma's input was tremendous. She knows how to make money with money," Donnie said.

Mary Anne stood behind him with her hands on his shoulders.

"You all know I majored in finance in college. I took your father's first million dollars and turned it into five million in under three years with smart investments and our own business ventures. We keep the money growing in this family," Mary Anne said.

She glanced around the table at all of her children and grew misty-eyed.

"If only Apollo could see what he gave the world," Mary Anne said.

Athena turned her gaze back down to her plate and fiddled with the crumbs of her cake.

"So where does that leave the biopic about Dad and Rocky?" Athena asked.

Mary Anne went back to her seat and sipped on some water.

"The producers are still negotiating with the studio. Rocky gave his consent to use the current story treatment as they shop it around," Mary Anne said.

"Will Donnie be a part of the story?" A.J. asked.

Athena tried not to give a tell on her face, but it was so clear in the furrow of her brows that she was still upset about the narrative.

"He has to be. I mean, it's an important part of Apollo's life," Bianca said.

"I think it will take away from Dad's narrative if it's given a huge chunk of screen time," Athena said.

Bianca's lips became tight.

"Part of the resurgence of Apollo's popularity is Donnie coming into the picture. We uplift the tragedy of losing him with Donnie carrying on the family fighting legacy and winning," Bianca said.

"Well, if we're going to add that to the story, then we should tell the whole thing," Athena said.

Donnie didn't like the growl in her throat or the surly look in her eyes. Mary Anne folded up her cloth napkin.

"I think we should table this conversation for another time when we're all a little more sober," Mary Anne said.

"What more is there to tell?" Bianca said.

Donnie glanced at Mary Anne who did her utmost to stay poised. Athena leaned forward and Mary Anne reached out and touched her daughter's hand.

"Athena… please. Don't," Mary Anne said.

Athena stared at her mother and her eyes became shiny. She turned her head away, swallowed the last of her wine, and jumped up from the table.

"I'm going to go play video games with my niece if anyone needs me," Athena said with a slightly tipsy slur. "Enjoy the retirement life, Adonis."

His sister left the dining room and A.J. stared around in confusion.

"Ma, what was that all about?" A.J. asked.

Mary Anne spread her hands on the table.

"You all know how sensitive she is about your father's good name. She's worried that putting an emphasis on Donnie's mother will have folks making jokes again… about me and Apollo… and Amara seeing all of that," Mary Anne said.

"We've dealt with that before, but she acted like there was something we didn't know about that whole situation. What are you hiding from us?" A. J. said.

Mary Anne lowered her head to find words.

"It just still hurts me. Sometimes," Mary Anne said.

"Ma…." Donnie said.

She held a hand up.

"Donnie. Say nothing about it. You are a blessing to me. You're my son. Understand? How you got here is not your fault and I will not have you feeling sorry for me or for yourself just because I have a moment from time to time—"

"Ma, I don't believe you," A.J. interjected. "You can say what you want to Donnie about it, but this is something that's hitting Athena more than what you're letting on. We're grown now. You can tell us everything."

"I don't want to talk about the past. I want to talk about Donnie's future… your future. Athena's. Yours too, Bianca. This biopic is stirring up terrible memories, as we all knew it would before we agreed to let it happen. Anyone want more cake before I put it away?" Mary Anne said.

She stood up abruptly and for a moment, she looked around the table confused.

"I'll have another piece. It was so good," Bianca said, trying to divert Mary Anne's attention.

A.J. tapped his fingers on the table and turned toward Donnie.

"Excited for you, Donnie, proud of your career, man," A.J. said.

For a second, Donnie allowed himself to pretend that A.J. was their father. Practically Apollo's clone, his older brother was sincere and there was love in his eyes. Donnie latched onto it.

"Thank you, A.J.," he said.

They set all talk of the biopic aside, but Athena's absence from the table felt heavy to all of them.

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batfamily as stupid shit ive done (pt 2)

cass: pretended to have an imaginary friend named carlos so people would leave me alone and give me more time on the swing

tim: broke up w my cheating ex, and start to have a fling w her (much, much hotter) cousin

kate: strayed white catholics away from their toxic religious practice. doing my ancestors work :)

duke: remained in love w my best friend for years, maladaptive daydreaming a life w him

steph: preordered the elf x dunkin collab, only to physically eat the lip gloss bc it tasted like glazed donut

bruce: training for a marathon two weeks after foot surgery, running 2 miles a day while lying to my doctor that i was still relearning how to walk properly

dick: posted thirst traps of myself on IG, got surprised when it got a lot of attention, and deleted my account when i started receiving DMs

barbara: gave my bestie's bullies the incorrect answers to copy from on a test. They all received a 36%, having to retake the test and miss homecoming :)

damian: stopped talking to my older sibling for a year because they took the last cookies'n'creme pop tart, and it was rightfully mine

jason: trusted and believed my abusers when they told me they cared about me

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lordwisteria · 1 year

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Going off that “Jason Todd should be Catholic” post I reblogged....this is so ridiculously niche lol but I need to get it off my chest....Jason Todd is so Ronan Lynch coded

Traumatic reaction to violence that unexpectedly changed them forever, into darker and harder versions of themselves

Molten eyes and a smile made for war!!!

How do you live if you think you were maybe supposed to be dead?

How do you kill yourself again and again, even if it keeps you alive?

Just to get it out of the way yes Gansey died and came back but Jason and Gansey are like the least alike of anyone

Complicated relationship with a parent they once adored

Inexplicable magic that is difficult to explain and makes their lives harder (Like everything about Ronan/Jason coming back to life and the Pit)

General asshole who actually does care a lot

Cared the MOST about one person (Gansey) and slowly came to care about everyone else; fighting and clawing their way back into their own families

It is about RAGE and REGRET. FEAR and FORGIVENESS. It is BEING THE MONSTER AND ASKING FOR LOVE ANYWAY

Ok but. But but. Are there any other parallels? You could go the Lynch brothers route (Dick as Declan, Tim or Damian as Matthew, Bruce as a complicated and dead Niall whose obsessions killed him without considering what it would leave behind for his sons). But I think this really only considers the characters relationships with Jason, not who they are as a person. IF we are looking at who they are instead of their relationships (so yes this does not consider romantic/platonic/blahblah):

It would be easy to say Dick is Gansey. They have the same name, are ~leaders~, and are canonically the prettiest princess in any room. I get it and maybe in the Titans you'd be right, but here, Bruce is Gansey. He is the one with the quest! He is the one driving things forwards and bringing the others along. He's the one with the family name and the family wealth and the family home. He went through something traumatic as a child that irrevocably changed him, fueled his intense guilt and obsession. He brought the group together, and yet feels left behind by them. Someone who cares deeply about the people immediately around him, and yet will not stop pursuing his other goals even if it's hurting them or himself. Obsessed, I think, with proving that he deserves to be here.

Which means that Dick...is Adam Parrish. Like. The constant search for independence. The perfectionism. The bad relationship with his father that forced him to need to be his own man. (Sorry real Bruce but you sucked in batman #416) Loving someone so much and yet always thinking the worst of them. Refusing to be a burden and yet accepting any yoke that comes his way. The intensity of the performance, of pretending to be who you wish you were for the people you care about. Taking on responsibilities because there is literally no other choice, nothing else you could do. Picking the best of your options and knowing that none for them are to rest easy. Valuing freedom so much and giving up your literal body for the quest.

PLUS (less perfect but): Cass as Henry Cheng (and not just bc they are both asian do not look at me like that) Narrative outsider who was watching from afar and put themselves in the narrative. Was molded by shady parent's shady business practices. Was put in a situation as a child they should not have had to endure, which challenged their beliefs and shaped them anew. And maybe like, later Tim as Noah, a bright, fun, young kid on a skateboard who gets himself involved in something too big for him and is undeniably damaged by it. Tim isn't betrayed by someone the way Noah is, but he's kind of...betrayed by the narrative, in a way? Betrayed by the adventure that he thought he was getting. Too clever for his own good, but sometimes naive about people. Lowkey a mirror that lets people see whatever they want to see lol

(I don't see super clear parallels for anyone else lol but I did have a fun time with the thought of Damian as Blue (short/down to fight/has another family/environmentalist/kind of feels fundamentally alienated as someone who is not like everyone else/wears green))

#batfam #the raven cycle #this is so silly and i feel like these parallels are so based on my exact experience and yet also i feel them deep in my bones #meta #i guess if i did do this comparison with the titans #dick would be gansey #which would make jason helen LOL which is kinda of excellent by itself #but idk i just feel there could be something really interesting in an AU like this #it would need to be a same age AU lol but #maybe Dick is in a bad orphanage type thing like in robin annual #but without grown up bruce theres no one to get him out #bruce still saves him by being his friend though #dick and jason both have relationships with bruce and are suspicious of each other #but end up being super close by the end #I also feel Jason would throw Tim out a window which would be funny #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #tim drake #cass cain

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coffee-in-veins · 1 year

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Going off the post about Rey's armor, how is that for a hot take: Boudica is hairier than Damian.

thank you for the ask! those reblogs are mad fun :}

oh absolutely! and for one simple reason, too - hair doesn't grow on scars! simply because there aren't any hair follicles in scar tissue. what's more, hair follicles don't grow back.

therefore, considering he was into this for quite a while, our fav closeted masochist is covered in scar tissue from his constant lacerations - so boom, hairless like a shaving razor ad babe. you can drop silk handkerchiefs on him and they'll glide right off. on his back at the very least.

i'm not entirely sure if flagellation works on the chest and legs, but knowing him, i wouldn't put it above him to carve something there too, to get it scarred.

now, Boudica is a tougher case, but i couldn't find anything on scarification practices in the cultures that were used as her inspiration (namely, Viking superstitions and British tribes), which leaves her far hairier of the two.

and while this borders on headcanons, considering that DD's flagellation inspiration comes most likely from a group of 13th-century Roman Catholics, it's more than likely that Damian has short cut hair, while Boudica as we can see rocks a serious mane.

so yeah, Boudica: 1 and Damian: 0 in the hair department.

#my shoebox of letters #fan theory #dd damian #dd boudica

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damofitz · 1 year

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crisp collared shirts, monogrammed belongings, a gold signet ring, shiny brown Oxfords

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: Damian Elliot Fitzgerald

NICKNAMES: He doesn’t have one. People come up with some for him anyway.

BIRTHDAY: April 9

AGE: 21

HOMETOWN: Brookline, MA

BIRTHPLACE: Boston, MA

RELIGION: Roman Catholic 😬

ETHNICITY: White

NATIONALITY: American

MAJOR: Biological Science (he’s on that Pre-Med track🤪)

JOB/EXTRACURRICULARS: No job. He’s swim captain though 🏊🏻

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single pringle

SOCIAL CLASS: Upper class

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

HEIGHT: 6′1″

EYES: Blue

HAIR: Brown

BUILD: Muscular/Athletic

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: He’s got freckles if you look real close.

NOTABLE FEATURES: Always wears a gold cross around his neck. Unless he’s in the pool or working out, he’s often seen wearing a Rolesor Datejust Rolex 41 in oystersteel and yellow gold on his left wrist. (A gift from his daddy when he turned 18 🤮)

PHYSICAL DISABILITIES: None

ALLERGIES: Allergic to nickels (So yeah he doesn’t touch coins or he breaks out in a little rash, what a loser.)

PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR

HOBBIES: Swimming, dog training, long distance running

LIKES: Adding to his cologne collection, drawing, his Aston Martin

DISLIKES: Being held accountable, thinking people are people, onions

QUIRKS: His entire existence is pretty weird but he’s also one of those people that don’t like it when his food touches sjkdg.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Charismatic (at least to people in his tax bracket), well-mannered, responsible (I’ll give him credit for this, he does juggle a lot of things on top of being a liar)

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Giant hypocrite, tendency to be dishonest about ‘unsavory things’, generally pretty oblivious about how he is and the way he treats people

SHARE 5 FUN FACTS ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER:

Went to a private all-boys school growing up and then a private Catholic school for high school. So he’s really repressed and deeply horny. Idk if this is ‘fun’, it’s just an integral part of his character sjkdjs.

He’s the middle child. Not in a ‘I’m an innate mediator’ sense, but in a ‘please give me attention’ sense. He’s his family’s favorite little performer.

He’s actually very artistic and loves to sketch and draw but hides that about himself because it doesn’t ‘fit’ with image his parents have in mind for him. He’s got a lot of neat lil drawings in an old Moleskin somewhere.

Outdoorsy-ish. He loves a good hike and sailing. Goes on long walks or sitting in nature when he’s feeling down. Fucking hates bugs and feeling yucky though. :\

Comes off very devout but it’s just a façade tbh. If he thought critically for once, he’d realize he’s only playing the part because he wants his parents’ approval. But if he had to consider what he actually believed in, I don’t think God would be his first answer.

WHERE DOES YOUR CHARACTER LIVE:

I’m gonna say he lives in a Frat now but whOMST I ask will give me his roommate from when he still lived in the dorms during the first year of college??? WHOMST?? 🧐

#reusing old graphics pt.2 #tslocg:intro

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deanstead · 2 years

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Fiesta Request:

Will and his wife, who is also a doctor at Med, finally have a baby daughter after three sons! I love Dad Will and he’d be so suckered for all his kids but finally having his own little girl? Oh man he is ruined especially when they don’t find out the gender with any of the pregnancies

Can the little girl be named Ruby (because she’s a little redhead and so precious) and her middle name after Will’s mom (even though we don’t know her name) and their sons called Damian, Raphael & Luke (patron saints of doctors because Will is Catholic)

A Girl has been posted! I just went with the names you gave me since I liked how you came up with the names. Hope you like it!

#resanoona request

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sheetsonfire · 2 years

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Can you please write a Will Halstead x reader where he and his wife are expecting their first child and trying to decide on a name, they don’t know the gender, Will wants something connected to Catholicism as they’re gonna raise their baby (and future babies) Catholic but his wife wants something while Catholic something with a modern feel to it…maybe Herrmann suggesting some names when at the ED (Will and his wife both being ED docs) so yeah a playful oneshot of them debating on names whether at home or at work

Will’s ideas // Wife’s ideas

Catherine // Sienna

Xavier // Maximilian

Elizabeth // Aurelia

Joseph // Emmanuel

Lucy // Chiara

Thomas // Luke

Rose // Matilda

Jacob // Damian

Sophia // Evangeline

Michael // Leo

Hey, thank you for the ask, unfortunately, I won't be writing this one. Sharing it in case somebody else wants to take it up :)

#will halstead x reader #ask #anon

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brookston · 7 months

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Holidays 9.26

Holidays

Armed Forces Day (Mozambique)

Cheval Day (Horse Day; French Republic)

Childhood Brain Cancer Awareness Day (Australia)

Cordyceps Pandemic Day (The Last of Us)

Dominion Day (New Zealand)

European Day of Languages (EU)

Feast of Lamps (India)

Federal Trade Commission Day

Flag Day (Ecuador)

Fortnite Day

Ghatasthapana (Nepal)

Gilligan's Island Day

Grand Magal de Touba (Senegal)

Human Resource Professional Day

International Day for the Total Elimination of Nuclear Weapons (UN)

International Tool Day

Johnny Appleseed Day

The Last of Us Day (a.k.a. Outbreak Day)

Lumberjack Day (a.k.a. Talk Like a Lumberjack Day, Eat Like a Lumberjack Day, Attack Wooden Objects Like a Lumberjack Day) [also Last Friday of Last Full Weekend]

Matchbook Day

Mesothelioma Awareness Day

Mid-Autumn Day (Scottish Highlands)

National Alpaca Day

National Amanda Day

National Black Men Day

National Compliance Officer Day

National Day of Praise and Worship

National Family Day

National Good Neighbor Day

National Got Checked Day

National Hari Day

National Law Enforcement Suicide Awareness Day

National Ranboo Day

National Situational Awareness Day

NICU Remembrance Day

Old Holy Rood Day

Pearl Thusi Day

Revolution Day (Yemen)

Search For Your Baseball Cards Again Day

Shamu the Whale Day

Stanislav Petrov Day

Today's Awesome Because You Totally Don't Have To Bathe Day

United States Postal Service Day

Winnie Mandela Day (South Africa)

World Cassowary Day

World Contraception Day

World Day for the Prevention of Adolescent Unwanted Pregnancies

World Day of Multiple Births

World Environmental Health Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Balaclava Day

National Better Breakfast Day

National Chimichanga Day

National Dumpling Day

National Key Lime Pie Day

Pancake Lovers Day

4th & Last Tuesday in September

National Voter Registration Day [4th Tuesday]

National Woman Road Warrior Day [4th Tuesday]

World Interaction Day [Last Tuesday]

Independence Days

Petorio (Declared; 2008) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Bureflex (Discordian)

Canadian Martyrs (Catholic Church in Canada)

Colman Elo (Christian; Saint)

Cosmas and Damian (Christian; Saint)

Cyprian and Justina (Christian; Martyrs)

Eusebius (Christian; Saint)

Fairy Napmother (Muppetism)

Feast of Aphrodite (Pagan)

Feast of Zame ye Mebege (God of Narcotics; Gabon)

Festival of Venus Genetrix (Ancient Rome)

Franz Liszt Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

John of Meda (Christian; Saint)

Mme. de Sévigné (Positivist; Saint)

Nilus the Younger (Christian; Saint)

Scrub the Poop Deck Day (Pastafarian)

Théodore Géricault (Artology)

Wilson Carlile (Anglican)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 269 [57 of 72]

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

Abbey Road, by The Beatles (Album; 1969)

The Beverly Hillbillies (TV Series; 1962)

Book of Love, by The Monotones (Song; 1957)

The Boxtrolls (Animated Film; 2014)

The Brady Bunch (TV Series; 1969)

A Broken Leghorn (WB LT Cartoon; 1959)

Crocodile Dundee (Film; 1986)

Cupid (TV Series; 1998)

Desiderata, by Max Ehrmann (Poem; 1927)

Downtown Abbey (TV Series; 2010)

El Terrible Toreador (Disney Cartoon; 1929)

Gilligan’s Island (TV Series; 1964)

Good Charlotte, by Good Charlotte (Album; 2000)

Here Comes the Sun, by The Beatles (Song; 1969)

Jenny from the Block, by Jennifer Lopez (Song; 2002)

Knight Rider (TV Series; 1982)

Lumber Jack-Rabbit (WB LT Cartoon; 1953)

Miracle at St, Anna (Film; 2008)

Monkey Melodies (Disney Cartoon; 1930)

Mythology Edith Hamilton (Mythology; 1942)

The Name of the Rose (Film; 1986)

Oliver! (Film; 1968)

Poker Face, by Lady Gaga (Song; 2008)

Prisoners of the Sun, by Hergé (Graphic Novel; 1949) [Tintin #14]

Purple Rain (Film; 1984)

Red Planet, by Robert A. Heinlein (Novel; 1949)

Riptide Rocky or Drips Adrift (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 112; 1961)

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (Film; 1975)

The Satanic Verses, by Salman Rushdie (Novel; 1988)

Shout at the Devil, by Mötley Crüe (Album; 1983)

Stardust Memories (Film; 1980)

Straight Outta Lynwood, by Weird Al Yankovic (Album; 2006)

Three Blind Mouseketeers (Disney Cartoon; 1936)

Under the Tuscan Sun (Film; 2003)

The Unicorn (TV Series; 2019)

U2-3, by U2 (EP; 979)

Walls and Bridges, by John Lennon (Album; 1974)

West Side Story (Broadway Musical; 1957)

The Wizard Biz or Bullwinkle Lays an Egg (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 111; 1961)

You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling, recorded by The Righteous Brothers (Song; 1964)

Today’s Name Days

Cosima, Damian, Eugenia, Kosmas (Austria)

Damir, Damjan, Gideon, Kuzma (Croatia)

Andrea (Czech Republic)

Adolph (Denmark)

Valve, Valvi, Velve, Vilve, Vilvi (Estonia)

Kuisma (Finland)

Côme, Damien (France)

Cosima, Damian, Kosmas (Germany)

Jusztina, Pál (Hungary)

Cosma, Damiano, Nilo (Italy)

Egmonts, Gundars, Knuts, Kurts (Latvia)

Gražina, Justė, Justina, Kipras, Vydenis (Lithuania)

Einar, Endre (Norway)

Cyprian, Euzebiusz, Justyna, Łękomir (Poland)

Edita (Slovakia)

Cosme, Damián (Spain)

Einar, Enar (Sweden)

Grazina, Juste, Justina, Kipras, Vydenis (Ukraine)

Newton, Renata, Renault, Rene, Renee, Renny (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 269 of 2024; 96 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 39 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 22 of 28]

Chinese: Month 8 (Xin-You), Day 12 (Ding-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 11 Tishri 5784

Islamic: 11 Rabi I 1445

J Cal: 29 Aki; Eightthday [29 of 30]

Julian: 13 September 2023

Moon: 89%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 17 Shakespeare (10th Month) [Mme. de Sévigné]

Runic Half Month: Ken (Illumination) [Day 15 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 4 of 89)

Zodiac: Libra (Day 4 of 30)

#calendar #Holidays

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brookstonalmanac · 7 months

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Holidays 9.26

Holidays

Armed Forces Day (Mozambique)

Cheval Day (Horse Day; French Republic)

Childhood Brain Cancer Awareness Day (Australia)

Cordyceps Pandemic Day (The Last of Us)

Dominion Day (New Zealand)

European Day of Languages (EU)

Feast of Lamps (India)

Federal Trade Commission Day

Flag Day (Ecuador)

Fortnite Day

Ghatasthapana (Nepal)

Gilligan's Island Day

Grand Magal de Touba (Senegal)

Human Resource Professional Day

International Day for the Total Elimination of Nuclear Weapons (UN)

International Tool Day

Johnny Appleseed Day

The Last of Us Day (a.k.a. Outbreak Day)

Lumberjack Day (a.k.a. Talk Like a Lumberjack Day, Eat Like a Lumberjack Day, Attack Wooden Objects Like a Lumberjack Day) [also Last Friday of Last Full Weekend]

Matchbook Day

Mesothelioma Awareness Day

Mid-Autumn Day (Scottish Highlands)

National Alpaca Day

National Amanda Day

National Black Men Day

National Compliance Officer Day

National Day of Praise and Worship

National Family Day

National Good Neighbor Day

National Got Checked Day

National Hari Day

National Law Enforcement Suicide Awareness Day

National Ranboo Day

National Situational Awareness Day

NICU Remembrance Day

Old Holy Rood Day

Pearl Thusi Day

Revolution Day (Yemen)

Search For Your Baseball Cards Again Day

Shamu the Whale Day

Stanislav Petrov Day

Today's Awesome Because You Totally Don't Have To Bathe Day

United States Postal Service Day

Winnie Mandela Day (South Africa)

World Cassowary Day

World Contraception Day

World Day for the Prevention of Adolescent Unwanted Pregnancies

World Day of Multiple Births

World Environmental Health Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Balaclava Day

National Better Breakfast Day

National Chimichanga Day

National Dumpling Day

National Key Lime Pie Day

Pancake Lovers Day

4th & Last Tuesday in September

National Voter Registration Day [4th Tuesday]

National Woman Road Warrior Day [4th Tuesday]

World Interaction Day [Last Tuesday]

Independence Days

Petorio (Declared; 2008) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Bureflex (Discordian)

Canadian Martyrs (Catholic Church in Canada)

Colman Elo (Christian; Saint)

Cosmas and Damian (Christian; Saint)

Cyprian and Justina (Christian; Martyrs)

Eusebius (Christian; Saint)

Fairy Napmother (Muppetism)

Feast of Aphrodite (Pagan)

Feast of Zame ye Mebege (God of Narcotics; Gabon)

Festival of Venus Genetrix (Ancient Rome)

Franz Liszt Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

John of Meda (Christian; Saint)

Mme. de Sévigné (Positivist; Saint)

Nilus the Younger (Christian; Saint)

Scrub the Poop Deck Day (Pastafarian)

Théodore Géricault (Artology)

Wilson Carlile (Anglican)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 269 [57 of 72]

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

Abbey Road, by The Beatles (Album; 1969)

The Beverly Hillbillies (TV Series; 1962)

Book of Love, by The Monotones (Song; 1957)

The Boxtrolls (Animated Film; 2014)

The Brady Bunch (TV Series; 1969)

A Broken Leghorn (WB LT Cartoon; 1959)

Crocodile Dundee (Film; 1986)

Cupid (TV Series; 1998)

Desiderata, by Max Ehrmann (Poem; 1927)

Downtown Abbey (TV Series; 2010)

El Terrible Toreador (Disney Cartoon; 1929)

Gilligan’s Island (TV Series; 1964)

Good Charlotte, by Good Charlotte (Album; 2000)

Here Comes the Sun, by The Beatles (Song; 1969)

Jenny from the Block, by Jennifer Lopez (Song; 2002)

Knight Rider (TV Series; 1982)

Lumber Jack-Rabbit (WB LT Cartoon; 1953)

Miracle at St, Anna (Film; 2008)

Monkey Melodies (Disney Cartoon; 1930)

Mythology Edith Hamilton (Mythology; 1942)

The Name of the Rose (Film; 1986)

Oliver! (Film; 1968)

Poker Face, by Lady Gaga (Song; 2008)

Prisoners of the Sun, by Hergé (Graphic Novel; 1949) [Tintin #14]

Purple Rain (Film; 1984)

Red Planet, by Robert A. Heinlein (Novel; 1949)

Riptide Rocky or Drips Adrift (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 112; 1961)

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (Film; 1975)

The Satanic Verses, by Salman Rushdie (Novel; 1988)

Shout at the Devil, by Mötley Crüe (Album; 1983)

Stardust Memories (Film; 1980)

Straight Outta Lynwood, by Weird Al Yankovic (Album; 2006)

Three Blind Mouseketeers (Disney Cartoon; 1936)

Under the Tuscan Sun (Film; 2003)

The Unicorn (TV Series; 2019)

U2-3, by U2 (EP; 979)

Walls and Bridges, by John Lennon (Album; 1974)

West Side Story (Broadway Musical; 1957)

The Wizard Biz or Bullwinkle Lays an Egg (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S3, Ep. 111; 1961)

You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling, recorded by The Righteous Brothers (Song; 1964)

Today’s Name Days

Cosima, Damian, Eugenia, Kosmas (Austria)

Damir, Damjan, Gideon, Kuzma (Croatia)

Andrea (Czech Republic)

Adolph (Denmark)

Valve, Valvi, Velve, Vilve, Vilvi (Estonia)

Kuisma (Finland)

Côme, Damien (France)

Cosima, Damian, Kosmas (Germany)

Jusztina, Pál (Hungary)

Cosma, Damiano, Nilo (Italy)

Egmonts, Gundars, Knuts, Kurts (Latvia)

Gražina, Justė, Justina, Kipras, Vydenis (Lithuania)

Einar, Endre (Norway)

Cyprian, Euzebiusz, Justyna, Łękomir (Poland)

Edita (Slovakia)

Cosme, Damián (Spain)

Einar, Enar (Sweden)

Grazina, Juste, Justina, Kipras, Vydenis (Ukraine)

Newton, Renata, Renault, Rene, Renee, Renny (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 269 of 2024; 96 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 2 of week 39 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 22 of 28]

Chinese: Month 8 (Xin-You), Day 12 (Ding-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 11 Tishri 5784

Islamic: 11 Rabi I 1445

J Cal: 29 Aki; Eightthday [29 of 30]

Julian: 13 September 2023

Moon: 89%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 17 Shakespeare (10th Month) [Mme. de Sévigné]

Runic Half Month: Ken (Illumination) [Day 15 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 4 of 89)

Zodiac: Libra (Day 4 of 30)

#Holidays

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