#anyways this was all crazy as fuck because it started out as me wanting to hunt down a cat because it stoll my solidsnake figure (WHICH

[maenecoon]

tw (mostly mild) depictions of violence and blood, bc it's involves vampires, also major spoilers for a fic im working on rn

so

i may or may not have a vampire kimchay fic idea

except the execution of it is going to have me combusting into flames??

anyways, thoughts about kim finding an annoying baby bat in the forest. he wants to ignore it, but he can't. so fine, he takes it in.

except...

kim definitely doesn't know how to care for a feral bat.

anyways! cue sweet/fluffy/bat-and-vampire shenanigans! like babybat so sated with blood that he becomes a little drunk, or at least the bat-version of drunk. babybat who flies into the window trying to escape because he's not good at echolocatio. babybat who sneaks into kim's closets to bite holes in every single one of his silk shirts.

vampire!kim somehow being whipped af for this cute but annoying little shit that he's somehow adopted. feeds him blood pudding and gives him many head scritches. shows him his red string murder board and rambles about his murder plans and all. vampire!kim who started off detesting or tolerating this pest at best but unable to imagine starting a day without the weight of babybat curled up on his chest.

then the murder plan happens. kim wants korn (his father/sire) dead, bc who doesn't, and he sneaks in to "kill" him.

he's gone in, wooden stake and holy water and all.

he goes bat-shit crazy. bodies of full-sized vampires drop to the floor around them as kim works with ruthless efficiency. he's memorised the techniques of his father's men and their weaknesses. he's dreamed about this for centuries. and it's pays off.

and then enters korn.

korn was always going to be the issue.

kim had no plans of returning alive - he knows to end lorn by all means necessary even if it means his own life - but korn has gotten more powerful. sire bonds are difficult to break, and even if kim has been diluting the bond and doing his absolute best to weaken their link, korn still has kim in an iron grip.

(if you'd read my phayurain vampire fic, there's this thing about sires being able to control their fledglings because of a bond they share when a vampire (sire) turns someone into a vampire (their fledgling). )

anyways.

when suddenly a weight in his pocket starts to stir. it's the little shit, the bat. and kim's all panicked because little shit is small and harmless and now barely the size of half his palm? like, kim's on his knees and has his hands shaking with effort not to plunge the stake into his own chest, by the command of korn.

it takes just a second, but bat flutters out of kim's pocket. bat, with all the rage that a bat can muster, swings himself right on korn's face and digs his fangs into korn's eyes. the eyes are part of what maintains the sire-control that korn has over kim, and kim is able to use that split second to drive the stake into korn's heart.

the moment that korn falters, falling to the ground with a thud, is the moment that the bat drops to the floor.

kim thinks like yeah, fuck, that must've taken a lot out of this poor baby bat, and god that fall looked bad, when all of a sudden the bat is expanding. almost like his bones are breaking (and kim winces because that sounds anguishing) and reforming and he keeps growing bigger and bigger and bigger until kim realised that this was no bat.

this was a vampire, trapped in the form of a bat.

this is his fledgling, his fledgling who was supposed to have died.

chay.

yeah anyways!! fun little story that i'm working on rn!! lmk what you think/want to see, if you got to the end of this! !

#i am not great at writing murder revolution or planning ngl #so this is going to be a challenge #but also i want to shake things up a little and stop falling back on the fluffy #yk? #it's about time my stories had a little bit of Murder #i say that #but i also planned this #so i could write fluffy little batchay vampirekim scenes #so uhm #yes #kimchay au #kimchay #mae's kimchay vampire au #kinnporsche the series #kpts fic #kimchay fic #oops #vampire #vampire au #i just #fucking love vampires #and bats #anyways if anyone would like to read something like this do scream at me #i definitely need a sound board #or 5

[sadlynotthevoid]

If I had a nickel for everytime I dreamed that Lily was kidnapped and Og!Cale ran looking out for her, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird it happened twice.

In the first one, Lily got kidnapped in the Capital and og!Cale instantly started running around, doing detective work but also really in panic. At some point he figured out who could have a hint on Lily's kidnapper, but the person in question was in the castle dungeons. So he went and straight entered in a room where Alberu was having a meeting with other nobles, not caring at all who was there, and asked him to sign a permission.

Og!Cale: *opens the door* Your Highness, sign this! *Slams form on the table*

Alberu, who wasn't expecting a random noble to crash his office: ...

The nobles: *shoked in victorian era* ...

Alberu: how did you got here?

Og!Cale: I flew through the third floor entry. It has my mom's name on it. More important, I'm in a hurry. So could you sign it already?

Alberu, confused as fuck because 'wdym by third floor entry? That's just a window': *reads the paper* permission to visit the dungeons? Why do—

Og!Cale, too worried to even keep his trash act and also practically a mind reader (not really): My sister was kidnapped and that guy may know where she could be. As I said, I'm in a hurry.

Alberu: That's terrible. *About to sign it* Is there any other way I can help?

Random noble: Excuse me?! Your Highness, this is not according to the protocol. I had to wait for months after my solicitude was sent to have this meeting. Why does he get a special treatment?!

Og!Cale, without paying an eye: Aren't you that Viscount that keeps wasting big sums on gifts for a mistress? *To Alberu* I guess he's asking money "for his territory". I bet he spent all his budget and is trying to hide it from his wife.

The noble: *pales* That— you— Your Highness, I can explain *faints*

Alberu: *sighs* I'll have someone investigate it. *Signs the form* Is there anything else I need to know?

Og!Cale, already exiting the room with the permission at hand: *tilts head* I've heard that people had been dissapearing in the Southwest region. *Narrows eyes* Huh. It's near the Gyerre territory now that I think about it.

Og!Cale: Anyways, goodbye. *Leaves*

Alberu, absentmindedly: So that's what father meant when he said redheads are "a crazy force of nature that could destroy a little country without force".

Antonio, who happened to be in the meeting: *silently having an existential crisis*

It turned out that the culprit was Og!Cale's past teacher (yes, that guy) who was working with traffickers. He wanted to see whether Og!Cale would resolve his "little game" or he would "lose" (have Lily sold before someone finds them). He also kinda hates her because "he lost his student by her fault" (no, it wasn't her fault. He's just crazy).

Og!Cale found out where Lily was being held and he, along with a pair of knights, went for her. All of them had a fun time beating the creepy bastard.

Then Og!Cale walked to their house carrying Lily on his arms.

In the second one, a monster-like creature broke into Lily's room, took her and flew away. Og!Cale was sitting on his bedroom's window and saw his little sister being taken away by a blurr of mass. He jumped out of the window to follow, of course. Then the knights saw a thing flying over their heads and the young master speedruning after it.

Og!Cale: Come back here!

Hillsman: Young master Cale?!

Og!Cale: What are you doing?! Stop that thing! It has Lily!

Knights: Ah! *Start chasing the thing too*

I don't know what happened next because I woke up.

#original cale henituse #og cale henituse #og!cale henituse #og cale #lily henituse #alberu crossman #alver crossman #btw #you can assume alberu ended up pining for og!cale in the first one #they end up together #og albecale

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Could you do one where the whole band is in the studio and reader is so desperate that she rides axl in front of everyone. Preferably the original line up in the current era please I love you❤🌷

A/n: I may have gone a little crazy with this but that's ok because who doesn't love the whole pretty boy band <3

Warnings: Smut, gang bang, riding, fingering(f receiving), hand jobs, breeding kink, if you think I missed anything please let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Guns N’ Roses was finally back from tour and you couldn’t have been happier to get to be with Axl again. You called everyday while he was away, with the calls often ending in phone sex, but it wasn’t enough.

You knew from the get go with him that you wouldn’t be able to be with him as much as you might have liked to be, it was just part of being with someone in a band. Didn’t mean you didn’t miss him, in more ways than one.

You’d spent the first few days together, as per usual, but one morning you woke up to find him getting ready to leave.

“Hey, babe, where’re you going?” You asked as you walked into the bathroom where he was.

“Going to the studio today.” He answered through a mouthful of toothpaste. You glanced at his reflection in the mirror then back to him.

“Why? You guys just got back from tour.” He spat into the sink and rinsed his mouth.

“Yeah, where I had a lot of time to think of new songs.” He explained. He planted a kiss on your forehead before heading out of the bathroom and to the walk-in closet. “We’re going to a studio to work on the instrumentals of some of them for our next album.” You watched as he sorted through clothes.

“What about me?” You asked, looking up at him with a small pout.

“What about you?” He asked with a chuckle.

“You expect me to just sit here all day?”

“Don’t you do that a lot anyway?” You glared at him, arms crossed over your chest and he gave you a kiss instead of apologising. “It’s only a few hours and then I’ll be home again.” You scoffed. He started changing in front of you, you watched him shamelessly.

“I’m coming with you.” You stated and started picking out your own outfit.

“No you’re not.” He looked at you with a confused expression. “What would you even do?” You shrugged.

“Nothing.” You said as you found an outfit for yourself. “But I want to be with you, so I’m coming.” He stared at you for a moment before deciding that he’s not going to be able to change your mind.

“Fine, be ready in ten minutes or I’m leaving without you.

You finished getting ready, it took longer than ten minutes but you knew he wouldn’t leave without you, and of course he didn’t. He was still waiting in the kitchen on his phone, completely having lost sense of time.

Upon entering the studio you were met with familiar faces all around. Slash was looking down at his Les Paul, Izzy was watching him and strumming along a rhythm to it. Steven and Duff were talking about dogs. At least you assumed so since they were showing each other pictures of dogs.

They all greeted you and Axl when you came in. Axl guided you to the couch and sat next to you, throwing an arm around you and holding you close to his side.

They were all talking about one thing or another, the tour, home life, stuff like that before actually diving into what they came there for which was the next album.

You were bored out of your mind. No one cared when you went on your phone, you didn’t really have much reason to be there anyway other than them asking your opinion on some things, which lyric fit better, whether or not they should add more solos. You enjoyed helping when you could but you were so fucking bored you were losing your mind.

You started reading about Axl, finding smutty fics about him to pass the time. It did help, to a point. After a few minutes of reading all you wanted was to act it out.

You knew he had his phone in his pocket so you texted him, saying how needy you were. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and looked at it, glancing back at you before responding. He told you to go deal with it in the bathroom. You huffed and stayed seated on the couch.

As they kept talking you decided ‘fuck it’ and started pushing the joint in your thumb against your clit through your thin, summer shorts. It wasn’t much but it was some form of friction, friction you were craving.

You kept your eyes on your phone for the most part but when you heard Slash’s low chuckle you had to look up. His glasses covered his eyes so you couldn’t see exactly where he was looking but you could tell he was looking at you, watching you touch yourself. His hand covered his mouth but he was smiling, you could see it in his cheeks. That much was a motivator to keep going.

You spread your legs and reached your hand into your shorts, continuing to touch yourself but this time with a viewer. Slash kept watching, smiling, chuckling to himself.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Slash?” Axl finally asked. His tone wasn’t angry, even though you couldn’t see his face you could hear the way the corners of his mouth were pulled into a smile.

The guitarist shook his head and gestured to you. You quickly closed your legs and hid what you had been doing so when Axl turned to look at you there was nothing to see. Sure enough he asked Slash what you’d been doing.

“Go deal with your girlfriend.” He mumbled, aiming his gaze to the ground. Axl turned around again and took a closer look at you. Your cheeks were flushed, sweat was starting to collect at your hairline and your breathing was heavy.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He came over to you, getting your pants and panties off. You started squirming and reaching for your clothes, not expecting him to undress you in front of his band. “I told you to stay home but no you just had come along, now look at you.” He gestured to your now half-naked body. You still tried to cover yourself but he wouldn’t let you, holding your legs apart as his bandmates gathered around behind him to gawk at your glistening folds.

Axl slapped your thigh. “Get up.” You did as he asked, though still wanting to cover yourself. Axl got his half-hard dick out of his pants and sat down behind you before pulling you down on him, slipping into you with ease given how hot you made yourself prior.

He got your legs onto the couch so you were straddling him, backwards cowgirl style. He wanted you to do all the work, since this was what you wanted in the first place. He also wanted this position so that his friends could see everything, from your pretty little cunt to the faces you made when you came.

“Go on, give us a show.” Duff said, already palming himself through his jeans. Axl patted the space beside him for Duff to come sit. He did and pulled out his hard member for you to jerk. You let out a soft whine and reached for him, starting to bounce yourself on Axl’s cock while stroking Duff’s.

Steven came over as well, standing to the side of you so as to not abstract Slash and Izzy’s view of you. He dropped his own pants and waited expectantly for you to let him in on the fun. You glanced back to Axl. “Can’t keep him waiting.” He said with a grin. You looked back to Steven and started pumping his shaft as well.

You thought this was a lot but you knew it wasn’t the end of it either. Izzy and Slash were both standing farther back working themselves. It seemed that you watching them acted as confirmation and they came over.

They didn’t make you take them into your mouth like you thought they would, much to your delight. Instead, they started jerking themselves off in your face and all you could do was wait for them to cum on you.

Your body was getting tired, arms wanted to fall to your sides and your legs began to shake under you as you kept bouncing on Axl. Seeing this the ginger started fucking up into you, making it a little easier.

Of course he knew your body better than anyone and knew exactly which spots to hit to make your eyes roll back. You had five men around you, all with their dicks out for you. It made everything feel better, especially when Duff reached over to rub your clit.

He has long, talented fingers that quickened everything you were feeling. “Fuck! ‘M-’m gonna cum, gonna cum!” You whined, hands clenching and unclenching around Duff and Steven’s cocks which seemed to get Steven over the edge, white liquid spurting onto your lap.

You looked down at it with stars in your eyes. It was then that you realised how badly you wanted all of them to cum on you. You kept jerking Steven off, his voice getting higher now. You could feel Axl twitching inside of you so you looked back at him.

“Please cum inside, want it so bad, please.” You whined. Axl had always wanted kids so you learned early on in your relationship that he had a breeding kink and asking him to cum inside your tight cunt was a sure fire way to make him cum.

Sure enough he grabbed your hips and held you down on him while his cum filled you up. That feeling alone almost made you cum but what really did it was Slash toying with your nipple.

You hadn’t been looking at him so his warm hand was already a surprise but the way he fondled you made your eyes roll back into your head. Your body shook and the couch under you, along with Axl’s lap, was now drenched.

You heard Duff groaning beside you and looked over just in time to catch his dick leaking, thick liquid coating your hand. His hand didn’t stop working on your clit, rubbing it, pinching and flicking. Seeing what made you moan the loudest and sweetest.

Izzy turned your head and thick ropes spurted onto your face. You stared up at him, lips parted as his seed slipped into your mouth. You were in such a trance for a moment you almost missed the feeling of Slash cumming on your chest.

More than once you’d caught him staring at your chest, really anyone’s chest. You smiled up at him and moved up and down Axl a few more times so he could watch your tits bounce while he came.

You were all breathing heavy, panting on one another as you came down from your highs.

“Get up.” Axl said with a heavy breath, patting your thigh. You got up and then started questioning what he wanted, your mind still in a haze. Sweat and jizz mixed together on your body and dripped down.

“Why..?” You asked out of breath and legs shaking beneath you.

“You wanted to get fucked so bad,” the ginger started, “why not give everyone a turn?” You stared up at him with wide eyes as you felt Slash’s big, warm hands wrap around your waist.

#guns n roses #guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses x reader #guns n roses smut #gnr fanfiction #gnr #izzy gnr #duff gnr #slash gnr #axl gnr #axl rose x reader #axl rose smut #axl rose fanfiction #axl rose #axl rose gnr #axl rose imagine

[tgmsunmontue]

Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide 2/?

Maverick is unknowingly surrounded by Transformers. He knows something is up though. Just not quite what it is exactly.

Bradley and Jake, having never met, are embarking on their own journeys and will have to learn to deal with the fact that they've both been adopted by Transformers.

Despite having years more experience, Maverick is no help at all.

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

                Bradley knows his car isn’t normal.

                The fact that he has never once had to buy gas is the biggest red flag if he ever saw one, except it’s not really red, because his car never stops working. Only works for him in fact, which he had thought was a joke that Maverick had started jokingly when he was younger. Except his car refuses to start for anyone else. No one can borrow it. He’s tried all of one time, handing the keys to one of his college friends when they’d asked if they could borrow his truck to move. He hadn’t thought twice about saying yes. And then they’d come back over an hour later saying it just wouldn’t start.

                So now everyone thinks his car is either cursed or possessed, in a joking way, the same way Maverick had, except Maverick had sometimes eyed it like he believed something else. And as much as he hates Maverick, he also doesn’t think he’d have let Bradley get into something that could potentially hurt him. Had seemed glad that it had started for Bradley, and Bradley alone. He hadn’t thought the car was maybe sentient or something until he’d lost the keys and thought he’d… beg.

                “Will you start for me buddy? I can’t find my keys and I really need to get across town to my classes…”

                He knows that later he’s going to think he imagined the wave of shuddering his car gave, like it was shrugging its shoulders or something. Except of course his car doesn’t have fucking shoulders, but it still starts and the radio flares to life and he doesn’t recognize the song playing at all, but he listens anyway… It's things I do for you, In return do the same for me. Okay. He doesn’t know what the hell that means, unless he’s meant to take the things I do for you literally.

                “I’ll give you a really good wash and polish okay? Oil wherever you want…” Bradley says, and he feels a little stupid, talking to his car, rubbing a hand along the dash, but his car just started because he asked it to so he’s past the point of thinking himself crazy. God he wishes he could talk to Maverick about this.

…            …            …

                When Jake’s accepted into USNA his family are all proud of him, then he gets into flight school, his dream of becoming an aviator one step closer. He has his degree in mechanical engineering and he knows better now. Knows more now, about how things are meant to fit together. How things work. This plane he’s been working on, playing with, since he was a kid doesn’t fit any of the stuff he’s learnt and he wonders if he simply fucked it up that badly as a teenager trying to do it up.

                He goes on a bit of a fact-finding mission. Talks to his uncle, finds out the original body came from a fair distance away, up past the Arctic circle in Canada. The fact his uncle had it transported all the way down to Texas is impressive, but his uncle is a truck driver and has travelled the breadth of the continent. He runs his hands over the body skeleton, knows he’s imagining the humming vibration beneath his fingers even if he wishes it were true. He’s been gone for years, away at USNA, and then flight school. While he’s been gone more bits of scrap have accumulated beside it, and no one knows when or how it got there. He hasn’t had time to dedicate to trying to fix her up properly, but looking around it’s almost like all the pieces are there.

                Hell, it’ll give him something to do while he has time to kill between deployments, his parents won’t mind storing it in an old barn if it means he comes home. It’s not like he has anything better to do.

                “You realize it’s never going to become airborne…” his father says, coming to stand beside him as he stares at it all, somehow just as big as it had seemed when he was a kid.

                “I don’t care. It’s good practice for me, and I enjoy it. No harm right?”

…            …            …

                The first time the Bronco reappears at the hangar Pete nearly has a heart attack. He definitely has a panic attack and has to breathe through it before grabbing the phone and ringing Ice.

                “Bradley. Is Bradley okay?”

                “Mav? What’s wrong?”

                “Just… I know I told you not to tell me. But can you just tell me he’s alive?”

                “Yes. I know he is. He left on his first deployment yesterday. Five months.”

                He breathes easier, thanks Ice for sharing that information with him and then turns to just look at the Bronco. It’s a bit dusty but it looks well maintained. Shiny and well cared for. A little before five months later when he wakes up the Bronco is gone and Pete finds himself more than okay knowing where the car’s true loyalties are.

…            …            …

                Bradley doesn’t believe in magic.

                Magic doesn’t exist.

                Any yet sometimes he wonders.

                Because he doesn’t know how to explain it.

                He’d left his car in Virginia Beach, fairly certain that it was going to be there when he got back. It’s not like anyone else can even drive it, let alone steal it. Although a part of him wonders what would happen if someone tried to steal the tires. And if he could film it.

                Getting off the carrier in San Diego he’s heading toward the transport to take him to base. He’s organized a flight back to Virginia Beach, and he’ll take his leave on the East Coast. Except the sound of a car horn has him looking and this, this is why he thinks his life is somehow got a touch of the eldritch or something. The Bronco is sitting and waiting. Waiting for him specifically, windows down, because no one else can drive it.

                But it can apparently drive itself and it came to pick him up.

                It’s a hell of a homecoming and he kisses his fingers and then taps the fingers to the dashboard as he gets in.

                “Good to see you buddy. Missed you.”

                He hopes no-one sees him talking to thin-air, but he’s also pretty sure his car can not only hear him but understands him. It occurs to him that he now has to cancel his flight transfer back, and he still somehow has to get to himself and his car to Virginia Beach, because he doesn’t want to be hanging around San Diego and bumping into anyone.

…            …            …

                “Thanks for the new bike…”

                “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

                “Love you too.”

                Tom frowns. Are people just dumping their old junkers at the hangar now?

                Well. At least it’s keeping Pete busy.

…            …            …

                “I don’t want you driving that late at night when you’re that tired. We aren’t in our twenties any more Pete…”

                “So you bought me a trailer? So I can sleep at the hangar?”

                “Well, not just sleep…”

                “Ooohhh… yeah okay. Let’s go give it a test drive huh?”

                “Sounds good.”

…            …            …

                Jake is tired. That has to be why he’s seeing a giant walking plane staring down at his plane, his do-it-upper that he’s had for over fifteen years now. He thinks and dreams about planes and flying so much he’s now seeing them when he’s awake. He should probably go back to bed. Then the thing is turning, bearing down on him and snarling.

                “You. Human. Did you do this?”

                “Holy shit…” Jake says.

                “Answer me!”

                “Did what exactly? Build it? Yeah. That was me. I’m trying to fix him up. Who are you? What are you?”

                The machine’s eyes flick over him, clearly assessing or looking for something and Jake stands where he is, scared shitless but refusing to show it.

                “Who I am does not matter, but my name is Starscream. This is… my friend. Jetfire. What happened to him?”

                “Uh. I don’t know. I’ve been collecting pieces and rebuilding it… is… Is Jetfire like you?”

                “Jetfire is better than I. I failed him. He will need his wings and some power.”

                Jake looks between the pile of pieces which form a very rough body of a plane fuselage and then at the towering body of… Starscream.

                “Wait, are you saying he can be bought back to life?”

                “Of course. We will finish rebuilding him.”

                “Holy shit,” Jake says again. “You’re serious. What are we going to need?”

                Starscream looks at him, and he doesn’t look happy.

                “We…” he looks even more disgusted at the word. “Are going to need help.”

                And yeah, okay. Jake can appreciate where he’s coming from.

#Caring Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide #hangster #Top Gun Maverick #AU #TF and TGM crossover

[themanwhowouldbefruit]

my doctor was sooooo fucking worthless and unhelpful im going to masturbate and i hope it fucking kills me

#“no need for follow up” #“yeah you did have several cysts we scrapped off your remaining ovary but. dw about it. idk why they were there. dw about it. oh also your #ovary on that side was freakishly huge but. dw about it. it might go away. dw about it #*doctor shrug emoji* “ #“go see a gyno next year maybe. but not me im too important for that. go find and onboard a gyno to your situation. next year maybe idk lol” #he barely even looked at my incision like #this fucking appointment could have been an email. or a phone call. or they just could have let me start driving again. also i forgot to ask #if i can stop drinking ensure now or after the 6 weeks? cause that shit cost $$$$. but he probably would have been super unhelpful if i had #fr fr this guy only wanted to give me the time of day when he thought i might have fun cancer inside and now he's like gtfo!!!! get your #fugly cancerless ass out of here!!!! recover from a major surgery on your own you swagless cancerless loser 🤣 we arent helping your #swagless ass!!! #anyway it seems weird and fucked up that im was never offered to see a physical therapist and i guess am going to have to blindly trust my #abs they sliced thru are healing or whatever and to rawdog my own physical recovery of my muscles? even just dumb shit like. my center of #gravity has drastically changed since the mass removal and my back hurts like shit all the time because all my posture muscles were built up #for when i had an extra 30 pounds of cyst hanging in the front and my posture and walking reflected that. and i lowkey don't know how #hard i am able to be with my healing incision because its really tight and makes me hunch forwards still. like i would really like to know #how much i can safely or maybe should be forcing my skin and incision to stretch. without damage? is that crazy #am i crazy??? #this shit is why i didnt see a doctor for 2 years until my problems had snowballed into a 30 pounds ovarian cyst that was crushing my other #organs and had one of my kidneys all backed up with piss. and even getting emergency treatment for it everyone was like. how did you like it #get this bad?? how could you not know you needed to seek medical treatment???? like. bro. seeking medical treatment isnt even a guarantee to #get medical treatment. #anyway he said my “remaining ovary seemed low key polycystic but dw about it. don't quote me on that im not dealing with it.” #bro i dont want to doctor google it i wanted an actual doctor to deal with it. fuck you. #like. maybe even a doctor who knows my situation so i dont have to struggle with getting someone to believe me and take me seriously. #but whatever. back to trying to figure out the daily protein and extra calories my body needs for recovery via doctor google i guess. #its fine 🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬

[skyburger]

WHAT THE HELL NOBODY EVER TOLD ME TWO OF MY FAVE VILLAGERS GOT A LINE STICKER TOGETHER. ive loved tabby for YEARS like since 2019 at LEAST. and these stickers are from 2018 how did i not know !!! i love tabby and boots so much 😭😭😭 TABBY AND BOOTS ANIMAL CROSSING I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHHHH OOMFS FOREVER AND EVER

#im so happy any official content of tabby is awesome shes my fave i looooove her so much SHES SO SILLY!!! #and boots was one of my starting residents on acnh so he holds a special place in my heart #in case anyone was wondering which im sure you were not. my other starting villager on acnh was rocket and shes soooo silly i love rocket #not enough people love her like shes so silly. u are all HATERS #anyway i love talking about my acnh villagers I WISH I HAD MY ACNL ONES WRITTEN DOWN. the only ones i remember are tabby and kyle #but my acnh ones atm (and when i say atm i mean they will be probably til the end of time) #are my guy sherb (found on one of the ticket islands) #stiches (who i also found on an island i think?) #chai (i have her amiibo card shes so cute.) #tammi (another island find) #stella (man i really did just take the first villagers i found on an island and kept them huh) #rocket and boots (starter villagers) #tabby (I WAS LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO TRADE HER TO ME ON REDDIT I THINK? and then they were like oh if shes ur fave u can just have her + #like for free. AND THAT WAS SOOOO AWESOME) #bea (i think she was also a ticket island thingy find) #and finally... tom (ok he has a fun story. #i think it was margie who lived on my island at the time and listen she was SUCH a sweetheart i wanted to keep her forever #(she replaced drift who i found on an island and he was mean to me so i have beef with him. still. like four years later.) #but them tom showed up as a camper and i got this crazy hit of nostalgia and i remembered my guy tom was in my childhood city folk town #and i was like. I MISS MY BOY. COME BACK TO ME. so he moved in) #umm only other villager we had was chadder which i think my little brother picked when we shared the island #i think i remember him saying he got chadder because of dantdm...? i dont remember the details #but i got the sanrio amiibo cards which i need to stress i had wanted for YEARS. i was so fucking happy when they got a rerelease #to the point where like. i couldnt get them at first because they sold out super fast. so #i bought them from someone in twitter dms im so serious. and it fucking worked thats how i got them #anyway i wanted chai to move in because shes my fave of that set (i love cinnamoroll) but i needed someone to move out #which i always get so sad about :( but my brother offered to take chadder so i felt a little better abt it #and then i think we forgot to like. have him come get chadder in boxes. so chadder went off somewhere hope hes living a good life #thats it i think. i wish i kept a list of all my villagers ever but considering ive been playing for a decade or so now that would be. crazy #muffin mumbles

[rakeshouseparty]

Good morning rake gang i had a real weird dream and it involved rake!

#tpost #and hats mills #but the main thing that weirded me out was like some weird god-like entity that got free and turned the world into some weird mess and filth #and just altered the world physically and also idk mentally? idk if that makes sense #this all happened thru a course of apparently 200 years- there was some weird gross smelling covered window and i guess #it was some weird portal? to a future alternate timeline or something #the entity could talk too sounded like a funny old man- kept talking about the greatness of persistence and never giving up #rake was there and apparently the entity put them in a coma something about immortality and immortal beings #wasnt sure why i was dreamin bout hats Mills but then like the dream cut to an awake rake in some pitch black void with a very thin layer of #water beneath their feet- rake was just chilling but i guess mills got into the void? mental void? and just said hey 👋 and rake got very #very happy and hugged him tightly and #told him it’s been decades since they saw him and that they don’t know what happened #and then rake started to cry and it was gross bc it got on mills jacket and it was VERY awkward #anyways this was all crazy as fuck because it started out as me wanting to hunt down a cat because it stoll my solidsnake figure (WHICH #I DONT EVEN HAVE IRL SO???) #STOLE* lol ignore all spelling mistakes #but yeah that weird god like eccentric(?) entity that took over the world and #nonchalantly did whatever the fuck it wanted to anybody was fuckin crazy- it wasn’t SUPER HUGE but obviously Extremely large- #the size of like a small building- but they were also just spread EVERYwhere #above and below the ground- and there were flies EVERYwhere too ! weird lookin flies with weird small hands #kinda irritated me because i could hear them buzzing and talking (?) constantlty #and they just COVERED one random dude that got too close to like the god entity #dude just fuckin vanished i think they like ate EVERYTHING lol #should state hats mills didnt come from thay world? they went thru the gross portal thing like me(? i think i was me? or perhaps i was #someone else? idk with my dreams im always changing) #edit: i should add a fee more things id thay in that weird filth world full of like the flesh of a weird ‘god’ is that it was ALWAYS humid #shit was HUMID!!!!

[laugtherhyena]

Sometimes i remember how long it took for Dra to get a full translation and think, wow, if it had a more speedy english translation back in the day (sorta like the one Sdra2 had) and i had my first experience with the game be as intended i don't think i would be writing -2+2 today

#putting this in tags because idk. my self-conscious bitchass tells me that this may ruin the fic for some people #but. #-2+2 started as a hatamori oneshot #the idea i mean #and then i started going “hey wouldn't it be cool if” and the ideas kept piling and piling #and i was like you know what i should make this a bigger thing #and it became a story focused narrative rather than a ship fic #but in it's core it's still the story i started writing out of thinking about my weird little rarepair and going #I NEED TO SHOW THEM MY VISION‼️‼️ #and I get to write them living and being nice to eachother #going back to what i was talking about in the post. if my first impression with Dra had been with the full translated game #rather than learning about it from random Wikipedia pages. biased posts and massive spoilers #i am 99% sure i would be an ayakane shipper #cuz like. c'mon #they have so many moments in canon it's crazy #but nooooooo your girl here had to do a fucking 180 and become attached to hatamori instead #and i MEAN attached because when i got back into the another series last year i lost interest in all the ships i liked back in the day #EXCEPT FOR THEM #THEY'RE STILL MY FAVORITE PAIRING IN THE ANOTHER SERIES #and it's wild to me because at this point i don't even remember why i started shipping them to begin with #anyway. if you went through all these tags and feel disapointed don't worry #-2+2 is never gonna get to a point where they're gonna have a love confession and kiss in the mouth #because i want the focus to be the story and the characters rather than the ship itself #but it's still me writing it at the end of the day #so yeah. #hyena ramblings #dra #dra -2+2 #danganronpa another

[catastrxblues]

good morning it is now 4 am and i have just finished watching atonement good night

#atonement #next tags are just going to be personal rants ignore that #i couldn’t sleep at all so i tried reading s&b and then fanfics and then the bell jar but it just didn’t hit #so then i tried writing but i just kept crying so i thought i’d watch a romance movie because yes #should’ve gone for four weddings and a funeral or pride and prejudice because what the hell is this #i didn’t know anything about this movie i just remember having it on my watchlist and saw ONE clip so i picked that help #and yes i ended up crying and the tears are still here but i’m also starting to think that that’s not entirely because of the movie at all #i stripped my bed off its sheets because the bright color annoyed me and it was already peeling off anyway and i was too lazy to put it rig #and when i pulled back from the screen after the movie finished and just look at how bare my bed is and how i’m in the middle of them #i just started crying again #and my legs are aching and i hate myself and i think i want to take a shower but maybe i’ll wait later on #i don’t think i’ll sleep at all honestly i’m not sleepy anymore #besides i’m thinking of going outside today just at the park i don’t know doing something #i always sleep really really late lately because my parents are out of country right now and no one is keeping me checked and i apparently #still can’t take care of myself. cried about that too it was something. why am the eldest daughter i’m so not fit for it #and then i always wake up at like 9 am and it’s already too late by then that i just never do anything productive #and it’s like i’ve been living in a simulation and i’m kinda going crazy and insane but it’s okay because today is going to be better #i hope because i’m not getting any sleep and i can finally go outside at 7 in the morning instead when it’s already way too hot #damn this is supposed to be one of the best years of my life??????? fuck off #also i can hear the azan subuh from the mosque by the neighborhood and i miss praying honestly #it’s so funny because i was happy to get my period because that meant i wouldn’t have to wake up so very early on in the morning #but i miss it now #hopefully my period will end soon #nadirants

[thatone-churro]

y’know just as soon as i start getting comfortable with the idea of being open/relying on my dad and him being more comfortable with my choices than i feared, i can essentially throw all that out the window with how vehemently he yelled at me at the thought of my getting my septum pierced (even though i never said i was yet. i said my side before i decide anything else). also making underhanded remarks of me never getting tattoos other than the one for my mom. like okay don’t ask me why i don’t tell you about anything or talk to you or anything. what the fuck.

#‘i love you no matter what’ and ‘you’re an adult and as long as your choices make you happy’ out the window i guess. #are we too sober for those statements to apply all of a sudden? #and again i didn’t even say i was getting it any time soon. i said my sister wants to take me to get my first non-ear piercing. #she’s getting hers repierced & i want to get my side. #and then he started going off on me for it for no reason. and brought up the one tattoo i want to get for my mom. #and THEN made an off handed remark of a similar vein about dyed hair. #i hope he knows he’s literally the only reason i don’t have piercings or tattoos or dyed hair or like anything that lets me look how i wanna #like deadass. i know i’m your ‘baby.’ but can i please actually embrace myself. i don’t care if you don’t like alt culture. i do. #he would shun the girls i crush on fr like oh my god. #like if he knew what i really wanted to look like i think he’d disown me. won’t even have to bring up my funky relationship with gender. #literally as soon as i start thinking i can be open with this man he pulls this shit and then asks why i’m slowly getting more distant. #like wow it’s almost like i’ve been regulated and raised according to what you want and not what i want. #and you wonder why my sisters (especially my oldest who has a lot of piercings & tattoos like i want) aren’t close either? isn’t that wild? #how we never got much of a chance to explore this without reprimand until we were moved out? even as legal adults? #absolutely WILD correlation there i wonder if the causation lines up here pa. what the fuck. #anyway i’m gonna go now and not cry because my roommates are home but i’m gonna go sulk because i’m sick of this ✌️ #oh wait convenient that the showdog poem went up tonight too isn’t that crazy. man calls himself out so hard lol #grace being stupid #text post #personal

[j-esbian]

thinking about the time i was criticizing a male fantasy author for not including many female characters (and all but one were incredibly generic) and people were really like "be nice to the author, he's said he doesn't know many women in real life :/" like. yeah i can tell

#mine #delete later #cause im not trying to start shit #it was on tiktok so like all of that tracks lmao. i dont know if that's even true but if so. INSANE. #idk what made me think of this #but my dude if youre in your 40s thats not an excuse #tbh i feel like the book in question would have been completely forgettable and id just kind of roll my eyes and move on #if not for the fact that people whose taste i trust!!!!! recommended it!!!! #like what the fuck. the betrayal #like im still driving myself crazy thinking about it years later and trying to figure out what i'm missing #honestly could not say if the rest of the book was good bc imo the way the narration treated the female characters was too distracting #'this one is Mom. that's her whole personality.' #'this one is the hot older woman but she likes me anyway bc im the specialest smartest boy in school. #it's weird cause there's barely any women at this school anyway. she even tried to seduce me but im too in love with Main Love Interest' #'this one is the Main Love Interest and she's so pretty and sexy everyone wants to be with her. she has a tragic secret past #she wont tell me why but we cant be together and she also spends most of the book seducing other men. But I Know She Doesnt Mean It #i will learn her secret and wear her down so we can be together because we vibed pretty well a few years ago' #and then there's the cRaZy OnE #and that's it. those are the only female characters #apparently the last one has gotten her own book. maybe that's what people praise this guy for? but i am not willing to give it a chance lol #p****** r******* meet me in the pit

[lilgynt]

okay i am hilarious for being the only kid to take up my moms threat of kicking us out as far as i know like cmon. cmonnnnnnnn.

#personal #not to brag but im bat shit. game plan was go missing for a week. #if this happened a day sooner i would have more than 5 bucks to my name #but not like missing for attention i was just kinda done with my whole family. not missing bc i also said ill still visit dad #but like seriously im still stuck like mom kicked me out and requested my phone what the fuck did anyone think would happen #like i did that and 'fucked off' the grid #thats not fucking off thats doing as i was asked. like oh yeah thats fucking crazy because it was a fucking crazy response to calling out #oh my god i made my argument for when i talk to my mom later #but anyway i am so funny for packing up most my stuff and couch surfing and going off the grid #in my defense alarming true feelings aside i did literally say im not gonna do anything #like i warned everyone hey im gonna be mia bc mom asked for the phone #anyway not a fun event and im pissed im spending my weekend doing this when i was just feeling unwell and wanted to sleep #this in fact the opposite of sleeping and resting #anyway when i talk to my mom later if nothing else its not all talk i guess? #i will most likely be talked into moving back in. my brother already started yesterday but im gonna talk to my mom about like #therapy maybe? but mainly emphasize that she shouldnt say thing she doesnt want #if you kick me out and take the phone shockingly that will will kick me out and no one will have anyway to contact me #if thats what you want thats fine. i have places i can stay and can get a phone plan #but if you want me to live here than dont do that. dont threaten it #i will leave and i will not come back #i dont want to turn this into a shit on my mom fest when i go talk to her but im a fucking adult women getting my moms equivalent of #grounding me for calling out with the hours. i have to negotiate hair cuts and get permission if i want another ear piercing #thats not fucking normal. at all. i pay my rent on time to her and have been doing nothing but helping with dad #almost all my work occurnaces are bc im helping with dad #like a few on me but most #i get shes going through it and she cant understand me calling out but that does not justify this at all. #like i would perfer to stay bc im a sicko but i cannot keep doing this. if she brings up the calling out im gonna tell her it #that it doesnt matte that i called out. frankly speaking. as long as i pay my rent thats all that should matter to her. and even without #that this issue isnt about me calling out this is about you kicking me out #those two? not comparable. in the least. in any world.

[sewerfight]

when I was around twelve I used to sit at the family computer and send hatemail to a white french dude named Jacques who was a self proclaimed communist on Tumblr. This was back in the day when you didn't need a blog to send anon hate. I had no real beef with him but I just didn't like his tone. used to send him "SHUT UP Jacques" periodically. and he'd answer every single one of my asks like "who is this?? show your face or I'll fucking kill you" and I'd be like "now now, that doesn't make sense, jacques" all haughty and he'd get so fucking mad at me. One time he posted a selfie and I sent him an ask claiming I was a psychologist and that his hair parting suggested that he wasn't a communist at all. and he took it deliriously serious and went off on a 2,000 word rant. I can remember going to stay at my grandparents over that weekend, so I didn't even respond to the rant until I came back. I could've chosen to end it there, but when I returned, I sent him another ask which was like "psychologist here again: if you were a communist your hair parting would be in the middle. evenly distributed. All behavioural signs point to someone who doesn't take their own values seriously." and he went ballistic. really swearing at me. all caps type beat. he never turned the asks off, btw. which always made me wonder if he didn't know how to, or if he didn't want to cause he was convinced he was fighting a war, and this action would ensure he lost it. anyway this went on for weeks until one day I completely forgot about him like he was some kind of childhood imaginary friend I'd conjured up in my loneliness. but yesterday I happened to recall the whole scenario, because my buddy was like "remember when you were twelve and I came over to your house, and you showed me on the computer how you'd been terrorizing this random French guy for days on end. And you were laughing like fucking crazy. and I said it wasn't funny because he probably had problems, and you were like 'oh.' and you looked a bit guilty for a second, but then you went and got a grapefruit from the kitchen and threw it out of the second story window at my kid brother, who was playing in the street, and then you started laughing again?" Well. when she put it like that, needless to say I felt bad. so Jacques if you're out there I'm sorry I was such a little shit. you had totally normal hair, and you only wanted people to share stuff. If it's any consolation I know every day of my life that I'm probably going to hell for the sick things I have done

[48787]

Just some late night logging to throw some thoughts somewhere

The shockwave in my posts used to be one half ephemeral entity, one quarter aliased program, and one quarter real projection.. and now my shockwave not only entirely real but is actually literally terrorizing me for fun and hunting the lower deck crew mates for sport just like I wrote about... And yet I'm still in tyrannical command??? I keep understanding Megatron and the inner workings of Decepticon High Command more and more through experience...

I wanted to put out a post about shockwave learning how to force his way through the energon relay thing but now it would almost seem like too much projection to my actual real sadistic scientist I've captured, which I thought would be impossible considering it was something I already had written/planned out before all that!! Fucking retroactive projection!!!

I'll probably still continue with the energon relay thread, spacebridge is so fucking close to being fully operational and the conclusion of shockwave figuring out how to transmit himself was going to be instrumental for that both in actual technical computer shit and in my weird aliasing that motivates me to work on the Nemesis... and then it just... happened in the physical world with real tangible people almost exactly as I had written and played out exactly as I had it thought out within my mind-Nemesis which has dramatically increased the efficiency and progress of my technical research....... in the literal exact way my Nemesis posting's shockwave was going to dramatically increase efficiency with the side effect of increased terror...

I swear, there's some weird fucking cosmic prank being played on me or something because the weird quirks of the Divine Comedy keep making things like this happen. I mean, I'm not complaining, I think it's funny as shit and jesus christ i love tyranny but like... ??? ya know??

Anyway yeah, didn't mean to pull back the curtain too much, all my Nemesis posting is always grounded in real shit and all the weird little developments are direct references to real things I'm working on or working with, but it keeps just becoming aggressively real. They're not even vagueposts, but they fucking retroactively seem like vagueposts because what were once project/program names/aliases suddenly get granted new meaning following developments in who I have under my command.

I haven't even began any of the physical work for the Matrix of Conquest's construction and yet I exude a fucking actual aura or something.

This doesn't even begin to get into the music shit. This doesn't even begin to get into the fucking demonology shit.

I cannot fucking believe I haven't had time to go on the massive Lucid ramble, Lucitron/Lucy comes from and is short for Lucidity first and foremost and then after a lot of fucking explanation can Lucy being somewhat accurately short for Lucifer actually mean something, which most people would never even get to because they'd hear Lucy and hear the shit I say about biblical stuff and immediately think "Aah, they got that from Lucifer" and not be ready for the wild fucking rabbit hole hiding just beneath the surface, made especially funny because I've been meeting several Lucys who were given that name to mean Lucifer, whereas mine was granted to me by myself almost by accident and got interpreted by most others in the rightish direction from the wrong starting point because it didn't mean Lucifer inherently. Crazy fucking shit. Simultaneously, I've unironically been seen as like... a fucking guiding figure by random Christians I've been meeting?? I think that literally makes me an anti-christ??? Granted its very complicated once you start getting into the weeds of what a christ and anti-christ really are, of course, but like... I even have a fucking Satan to carry out my bidding, ironically similar to the Shockwave situation considering the "Shockwave is worse than the devil" thing... So the Lucifer connections certainly isn't misguided, it just bears slight unintentional (and now some intentional, hehe) deceptions here and there.

I wish I had the time to explain all this shit, there is so much more, both for the Lucid ramble that goes into the namesake and for the mass of thoughts I have about that "God" "damned" angel, and also just for all the other general shit that's been going on in my life. I haven't even had time to be taking daily notes because I've been away from my set-up and only recently got the part of spacebridge to handle that operational.

Christ, I haven't even been able to post about the trench warfare in the editor wars, including the shockingly real threat of trench foot that it took to get there in the first place, only to be BETRAYED by mentor swapping sides on me! (Which I did briefly touch on in some tags somewhere probably maybe) Ough. So many stories hehe!! But those all will have to wait for now, I still have work I must return to, including figuring out how to find time to do more golden disk postings which have swiftly become my favorite method of documentation.

#yippie peace through tyranny!! #matrix visions #matrix of conquest visions #pretentious wannabe art student posting #I have SO MANY more anecdotes to cram into Peace Through Tyranny #Actual fucking data on how effective my tyrannical methods are #I am scarily good at it I just need to more quickly write things down in a less cumbersome way when I'm not at my desktop #Soon:tm:!! Especially with my explorations into hardware once more!! #Anyway that was the long ass ramble until the next few weeks or so #It's very nice getting these out of me because it reminds me “Right. Yeah. I am living a fucking crazy ass life" once I think about it all #and realize I have no fucking clue where to start or where to end which is actually exactly what I want right now!

[begaycommittreason]

out of context things heard in wayne manor:

bruce: i understand, but pretending you cooked jerry the turkey is not a proportionate response to damian calling you a peasant again

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jason: look there’s a right way and a wrong way to make food. there’s also the bruce way, which is the wrong way except faster and worse

duke: *frantically scribbling notes*

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tim: do you think our relationship was kinda like incest now?

steph, horrified: never open your mouth in my presence again timothy

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dick: so then he’s like—guys. guys are you seriously signing about me in front of my face. i learned it too—hey i do NOT have a butt chin take that back—

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damian: i don’t understand, why does he wear such a ridiculous hat? is it like that margaret poppins woman grayson showed me?

tim, who watched the live action cat in the hat too much as a kid and is about to violently infodump: well you see-

dick: oh god it’s too late

jason: yeah the brats on his own for this one i’m not fucking dealing with that again

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bruce: are you lying?

tim: always. anyway, like i was saying—

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steph: hey what’s up with you and all the redheads

dick: …i’m not discussing this with you

steph, starting to chase him: gingervitus is a serious affliction! you cant run from this

dick, sprinting away: yes the fuck i can

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duke: so is anyone gonna talk about the elephant in the room…

dick:

dick: look i was feeling sentimental and zitka jr. really isn’t any trouble

damian: she is magnificent

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tim: so i dropped out and

duke: wait we can drop out of high school??!!?

bruce: NO.

duke: please bruce ap biology is beating my ass right now

jason: nah tim just got to drop cause bruce was dead and he’s a loser. the real problem is what you’re reading in ap lit right now, because i have thoughts on that curriculum—

duke: i’m not even gonna use half that material in the real world

tim: actually most of our villains have PhDs so their plans are based on pretty real science

duke: not helping timothy

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cass, signing: why are brothers on the ceiling?

jason: tims in timeout from working on his caseload

cass, still confused: yes but why taped to the ceiling

duke: listen if you know a better way of restraining his psycho ass then i’m all ears

cass: and damian?

jason: oh he saw this as free range target practice so he had to go up there too

cass: they are plotting revenge up there

duke: think of it as brotherly bonding

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damian: it’s not my fault he got in the way

bruce: you threw an eclair at lex luthor

damian: i was aiming for drake

tim: bruce we can’t take him anywhere

dick, holding back laughter: timmy you paid four separate people to come to the gala solely to ask lex if they could use his head to see if they had something in their teeth

tim: you have no proof that was me

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duke: look steph, it’s not that we don’t want to help with this

jason: i don’t want to help

duke: it’s more that i don’t think we can physically fit that many people in a shopping cart, and your whole plan kind of hinges on that

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alfred: i’m not mad, just disappointed in you.

every batkid, near tears: sorry alfred

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jason: HE HAD DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY AS THE FUCKING WHAT—

bruce: listen—

tim, mouth full and brain empty: the ambassador to iran. crazy right?

dick: tim please

#batfam #dc #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #damian wayne #batfamily #batman