#idk how Bernard speaks

[hausofmamadas]

SE LA ARRANCA A MORDIDAS | mystery of Amado's anonymous lady-hustlers, solved

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Holy father who art in heaven, do I have some fucking cracked ass head-canon nonsense for us to👏🏽 day👏🏽 …………….. let’s get to it shall we??

so idk if anyone anyone being the largely nonexistent narcos fandom aka the void Im speaking into remembers that one scene from Narcos in S3 where sleazy!OG!Amado told that one story about those sex workers who robbed him blind, mid-mamadita?

anyone ..... no?

dwdwdw that's okay bc I brought some visual aids to assist in our collective remembrance of this glorious occasion

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The scene starts like this: 👇

Okay, yeah, right? legendary? legendary. just truly legendary behavior skfjskj on all fronts. but the identities of these social justice warriors— no wait activists— no wait, crusad— er no, patriarchy demolishers? iconic crimies with a penchant for for mid-fellatic felonies like armed robbery have been completely anonymous thus far.

…………… until now.

Bc as always, Narcoverse papis Doug Miro, Andrés Baiz, and Carlo Bernard, never fail to fill in the blanks except when they do cause Griselda left a lot to be desired and this is arguably the best ep of the show which, yeah. it’s never ideal when the best ep of a 6ep limited series is the 2nd one si me entiendes😬😬😬 but we digress because im 99.99999999999999% sure if these two sex workers from Griselda aren’t also the two legends who hustled Amado’s dick money out his pants pockets without having to fire so much as a single shot, I’m fairly certain they’re at least inspired by and carrying the torch aka bottling and distilling that Big Dick Energy to perfection of those brave women.

What gave me this idea? So glad you asked dear reader you didn’t but we’ll just pretend you did cause this my haus KEKW…. No like even I rolled my eyes at my own self for that but i couldn’t refrain either.

It all happened when I was nursing my new obsession with a one, Mr. Darío Sepúlveda a name I would most certainly believe to be fucking fake were he not an irl human bean.

👇👇 THIS slice of sweet, cherry pie right tf here

And I stumbled upon this one specific part, where the look on this chick’s face is SO FUCKINGKDHDHDGWVE SIMILAR to Amado’s face, when he’s explaining 👇👇👇👇👇👇👇how the burgling commences when the gurgling is interrupted by with an uncomfortable silence, as this chick proceeds to, hog still in mouth, cease any and all throat activity and fuckingskdfjskl just stare. up. at. him.

all 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

Like tell me homegirl’s face here👇👇 👇👇 doesn’t look just like it????????????

YOU CANTSJSHSJSHWUS YOU cANT. EVIDENCE IS IRREFUTABLE.

Anyway. Movingright along.

So, if aforementioned homegirl is the 🙇🏻‍♀️ from la historia del grande señor de los cielos, then that makes this ☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️ ... homegirl’s accomplice

with the👇👇sidearm

and like the general only slightly subtle "I eat dicks like urs for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a midnight snack" vibes that this duo is serving throughout but esp below bc never will I ever not refer to a fuckboy as mancito from now until I'm in my grave alsdkjfa like MANCITO. THE WAY SHE SAYS IT WITH SUCH ALSKDJFKS CONTEMPT, CAN YOU STAND IT????? makes it so clear in my mind's eye how they could 100000000000%% be the unnamed heroes thieves from Amado's little story

also full 180 just on the low but can we all moment of silence for this 👇👇 FUCKINGSDLDFJ LOOK ON DARIO'S FACE WHEN SHE CORRECTS HIM, "quien te dijo eso? ... un mancito?" LIKE HE FUCKIGNSLDFKJSLKJ KNOWS, HE KNOWS HE HAS ERRED ON THIS PATH, HE KNOWS HE CANNOT PASS GO, CANNOT COLLECT 200 DOLLARS AND HE HAS THE GOOD SENSE TO BE GRACIOUS ABOUT IT AND IMAS;DFLIJA;LWEJF;KAJWE;FAKJ; SFUCKINGS DFKLJSLDF JA;K CRYING, SCREAMING, THROWING UP, INCONSOLABLE. LIKE LOOK. AT THIS. OKAY, THAT A MAN, NO MANCITO

*smacks own face, jiggles head back and forth, takes deep breath* anyway.... back to the story

and this is where this prob super unhinged really solidifies bc let's join hands class and pledge alliegance to the most impressive and noteworthy alpha but in the most non-cringe way assertion of dominance I have ever fucking witnessed in all my days. Like, legit the next time i'm into a dude the way i say this like it's not an 'if' bc RIP to my love life lbr fuck all that playing coy, fuck all that flirting. We just gonna get right to the point bc imma climb all over his lap, purr in his face, and ask about his hobbies like it's the 1978 equivalent of a Hinge profile SKSKKSK

and the next time I am spurned I will absolutely grab his junk in a naked hahahaksdjfk grab for a proper leash power to gain the upper hand in the situation and shame any and all menfolk who claim to not like me bc I'm not their 'type.' which like sksjsjsjs admittedly poor Dario just said that as a pretense to get the chisme from the chick who hates Grislenda bc the look of unconcealed regret on his face when Mistress Mamma Crotch Snatcher Morton gets up seems like a good indicator he would've paid to play with his balls

BUT LIKE SIDE BY SIDE WITH AMADO GETTING TO THE metaphorical CLIMAX bc I sincerely doubt they let him bust, mid-robbery OF HIS STORY, CAN WE NOT SEE HOW CLEARLY THESE TWO WOMEN WERE THE ONES WHO JACKED AMADO OFF– NO WAIT THEY DECIDEDLY DID NOT DO THAT ALL OF AMADO’S SHIT, LIKE CAUGHT PAPI WITH HIS ACTUAL PANTS DOWN SKSJSB

and lest any of us were convinced that Lady "Hijueputa Mandona Esa" who hates Griselda wasn't the one holding the gun on Toque, telling Amado she's gonna have her friend chew clear through his disco stick like some froot by the foot, please refer to exhibit B here ☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️☝️where she's manspreading for jesus in these fucking hot pants. I mean try to tell me that ain't power. c'mon

AND THEN THE WAY SHE FUCKINGSLDFKJSL HUSTLES DARIO FOR EXTRA CASH, ALL "you gotta pay me more than that pittance bc yeah, she were a mouthy bitch but I didn't hate her that bad" ensuring he had no choice but to leave a tip, just like our pobre mujeriego, himbo extraordinaire, Sleazy!OG!Amado

And if this isn't the most iconic reminder to tip your servers, folks which everyone should be doing already I truly don't know what is.

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taglist: @ashlingnarcos @tofuwildcard @narcolini @drabbles-mc

#narcos #griselda #amado carrillo fuentes #dario sepulveda #pacho herrera #two unnamed FUCKIN HEROES #griselda netflix #narcos netflix #netflix narcos #no forreal I tried to IMDb the names of their characters #and neither of them have ACTUAL NAMES #the flagrant disrespect #ain’t no justice for these flop house warriors I mean #respect your sex workers guys #griselda blanco #original gifs #my gifs

[breadvidence]

Please mind the #wineposting tag. Regardless: are you asking, "Should I watch this adaptation of Les Misérables?" I'll give you advice, though I suspect if you are reading this blog post you have watched all of these anyway (and quite possibly a few more, besides!).

'25 (Fescourt): Probably! If you are a Brick fan none of the adaptation choices will startle you, but having visuals to go with key scenes is a treat. This is a loyal piece. Toulout as Javert, Gabrio as Valjean, Milovanoff as Fantine, and Nivette as Éponine all give excellent performances. Be prepared for a lukewarm Cosette. You might struggle with silent film conventions, length, and French intertitles.

'34 (Bernard): Probably! This is a fairly loyal adaptation of the Brick that makes internally consistent choices where it deviates from its source (sometimes it has goofy continuity errors—politely ignore). Baur as Valjean and Gaël as Cosette give fabulous performances. Moments of silliness do not detract from the quality. Another long haul.

'35 (Boleslawski): Probably not. As an adaptation of Les Misérables this film is bad. That being said, Charles Laughton is a lauded actor, and you can't say he didn't put his whole laughussy into his performance. Because it is accessible and prominent, a lot of LM fans will have seen this film, and you might benefit from shared context if you're in fandom. Speaking personally, I'm glad I saw it, but I'm not sure you will be.

'52 (Milestone): No. Most likely based on '35 rather than on the book, this film is also a bad adaptation of Les Misérables. There are no notable performances. Because it is accessible, this is another adaptation many fans are familiar with, but understanding jokes about Valjean's boyfriend Robert and Javert's sentient hat probably don't justify sitting through the movie.

'58 (Le Chanois): No. Not the English dub, at least. "Bland" is the word of the day. Contemporary French audiences wildly disagree with me per Wikipedia.

'72 (Bluwal): Strong maybe. If you are an intense fan of the Brick, yes. Its use of a narrator to draw from the novel directly and its focus on the Amis makes this adaptation unique on this list. You might not end up liking it but you will have had an experience. If you have zero investment in Les Misérables but are still reading this post for some reason: no, do not watch this.

'78 (Jordan): At some point I will talk about this film and not make a gay joke but today is not that day. If you are not queer, get off my blog, you cis straight, begone. Everyone else: yes, watch this movie, c'mon. Perkins. That performance. At some point I need to make a serious post about queerness and '78 but right now all I've got is Javert's literal on-screen boner. Jesus Christ. Not a great adaptation of the novel but a virtuoso example of unintentional homoeroticism.

'82 (Hossein): No. This is an odd little adaptation without the charisma of a '35 or '78, somehow not as bad as either of those but not as good either. The GIF of the Amis walking in heavy wind is the best this film has to offer.

'98 (August): No—but I stared into my wine glass for a long, long time before typing those two letters. If we are judging adaptations by how they handle the source material, this is a disaster. As a film? I'm sure entertained. I call it bitchslap Les Mis. I should note here I am also a huge fan of Uma Thurman. Possibly I should recuse myself. I don't know, pal. IDK.

2012 (Hooper): I dwell bitterly on the fact that this is our film version of the musical. Brick fans are restless, musical fans are restless. People who first encountered Les Mis via this version are making feral noises. I'm afraid. I'm moving on.

2018 (Davies): It's really unfortunate that I am at my most drunk while commenting on this adaptation. Sure, watch it, it's one of those BBC series that has watchability sheerly because of production value and proximity to contemporary narrative/film expectations/standards. Personally I hate it. My partner is so tired of the tone in which I utter the syllables "Oyelowo".

The Musical: yes c'mon. Bootleg that good bitch.

#les mis #les misérables #wineposting

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

Better Off - Bernard DeMarco x OFC - Chapter 4

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |-| Chapter 5

AO3

Summary: Years before Susie's arrival at Thorpe Abbotts, one fateful loss changes the course of her life forever

Warnings: Grief, death, language, ANGST, dysfunctional family idk

Word Count: 2.9k

Tags: @xxluckystrike @latibvles @footprintsinthesxnd @mads-weasley @joyfulbookreviewmarvelspy

January, 1941

The church was quiet, rows of pews worn and bare. Sunlight flooded in through the tall, narrow windows, casting blocks of light against whitewashed walls, and the low, gentle chatter of guests in the doorway did nothing to rouse Susie from her daze, huddled at the furthest end of the front row of pews, tucked into the corner as if it would make her invisible. An old bible rested on the bench beside her, tattered and yellowed, and she ran her thumb across the blunted corners of the paper, never venturing far enough to open it, the words repulsive to her.

Her mother's voice always plucked itself from a crowd, that warm, Irish lilt in stark contrast against the rough, Mancunian drawl possessed by her children, as if they belonged to the city before they did her. She didn't bother listening in to the others' conversations - didn't try to distinguish the voices of strangers from those of her blood. None of them could have had anything even remotely interesting to say to her.

The pew creaked beside her, and Susie glanced up as Beatrice took her seat, leaving a few metres of separation between the pair of them. Three years her elder, her sister dressed head-to-toe in black, gloved hands clutching at her purse, hair curling neatly below her ears, immaculately done makeup obscured by the veil that hung in front of her face. Susie looked down at her own clothes - a white button down, an old brown skirt - it wasn't right, wasn't traditional or proper, but it was what she had.

"No husband?" She asked, a hint of an edge lacing her voice. Beatrice sucked in a long breath, chest heaving with the weight of it.

"No. He's busy."

"I bet he is."

Finally turning to look at her, venom in her gaze, Beatrice opened her mouth to speak, Susie already itching to interrupt her. But both fell silent, jaws snapping shut as another figure sat down in between them, a human barrier to prevent the inevitable spat before it could form.

"Always classy, girls," Sally huffed, newborn cradled in one arm, the other elbow propped up against the back of the pew as she kept an eye on her other son.

Beatrice sighed, posture relaxing as she let go of the offensive. No one questioned Sally - the eldest sister who had lifted them in her arms the way she now did her own children, who had wiped their tears and cleaned their scraped knees when their parents had been preoccupied. So much older and wiser than the rest of them, there was a removal there, as if she could no longer quite be considered their sister, their equal.

Susie shifted in her seat, wincing slightly as a dull ache shot through her thigh. She could feel Sally's gaze fixed on her. "Susie," She spoke gently, the infant in her arms gurgling away to itself. "How long have you been sitting here?"

"Four hours."

"Jesus Christ," Beatrice muttered, staring up at the altar, unable to tear her eye from the framed photo of Ellie that beamed back at them. They'd chosen a photo of her as a child - why had they done that? That wasn't the Ellie she'd pulled from the rubble the morning after the bombs had fallen. That wasn't the Ellie shut away inside the casket. She didn't remember her that way. Anyone who did wasn't welcome here in Susie's eyes.

A clatter of books against the stone floor sounded behind them as Sally's other son knocked over a pile of Bibles, guilt flushing his cheeks a bright red as the crowd gathered by the door turned to stare. With a quick summons from his mother, he scrambled to his seat, little feet dangling over the edge of the pew, hands fidgeting restlessly. She heaved a long, heavy sigh, unable to look at the altar for more than a few seconds at a time. "At least she's with dad now."

Susie hummed. She didn’t have the heart to tell her she didn’t believe in God anymore.

They were separated irreparably now. Even today, not everyone was here. Ronnie and Patrick were still away fighting overseas, and Nancy had been noisily sobbing in the back corner since she arrived, her son sitting awkwardly in the opposite pew waiting for it all to be over. The sound of footsteps along the aisle drew Susie's gaze, and something lifted within her.

"Owen," She breathed, jumping to her feet and bounding over to meet her big brother. His eyes were bloodshot, gaze jittery and unable to meet hers - but then again, he never had liked to look her in the eye. She didn't mind it. Her hand found his arm, pressing reassuringly against the sleeve of his uniform, adorned with the emblem of the RAF Medical Services. "Come sit down, yeah?"

"Is-... Is she in the box?" He asked quietly, nervously glancing at the pallbearers.

Susie frowned, brow drawn. "No," She lied. "No, Ellie's not in there. It's just tradition - what Ma wanted."

"Ok. Yeah, ok, I'll sit," Owen nodded, and she noticed the fresh tears soaking the cuff of his sleeve from where he'd wiped them away on his way in. She offered him the seat that had once been hers, letting him press his body into the wood at the end of the bench, shying away from the crowds, shoulder hunched to avoid brushing against hers. Owen had never quite been considered normal - Ronnie used to get into trouble for beating other boys up at school in defence of his little brother - but it had only meant he never minded that Susie wasn't quite normal either. There was a solidarity in that, a shared acceptance that they weren't how the world tried to shape them.

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Everyone cried during the ceremony. Everyone except Susie.

A nauseating guilt swelled within her as her brother and sisters quietly wept at her sides, and she squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as she possibly could, willing a tear to fall, manifesting some sign of the grief within. What must they have thought of her? Her cold stare overseeing it all, flinching at every prayer. It was the perfect protestant funeral, the kind only their mother could have mustered.

She couldn't have left fast enough once it was all over, Owen's gentle grip on her cardigan using her as a guide through the crowds as they wormed their way through towards the door. Their house was a mere five doors down from the church, a looming presence throughout their childhood, a lingering reminder that someone was watching. But even in her home, she wasn't spared the misery.

Susie scarcely recognised half the people at Ellie's wake - crowding the kitchen, sitting in their chairs and lingering in the stairwell. What did any of them know - truly know - about her sister? Had they even had time to know her? Nineteen was too young to die. Too young for death to have any meaning. If the bombs had to kill someone, they should've killed Susie. At least then there'd have been some semblance of military strategy to it. No one won wars by slaughtering teenagers.

There was an empty cup in her hand as she sat at the kitchen table. She couldn't remember what had been in it. Upon the stove, the kettle was boiling, splitting the din of chatter with its unrelenting squeal. She squeezed the glass so tight she worried it might shatter, knuckles turning white with the pressure. Her mother passed behind her, absent-mindedly stroking her hair, warm palm skimming against her scalp. She wanted it to stay, wanted to lean back into it, but it was gone as soon as it came. Susie pushed her chair out, the legs screeching across the floor, bumping into a man she'd never met as she stood up, shouldering her way to the door.

It was almost silent in the attic, layers of brick and wood muffling the sound of voices. Laying back on her bed, she stared up at the roofing beams, the lingering smell of Ellie's perfume permeating the bedsheets. From the day she'd been old enough to leave the crib they'd shared this bed, shunting Patrick onto the narrow one in the corner - this was the girls' space, the floral quilts a private temple where only they existed. Lying on her side of it now, it felt uneven, like the whole thing would lose balance and tip over sideways, Ellie's presence necessary to its survival. Or maybe she was just necessary for Susie's.

Dust floated on the air, catching the light that flowed in through a leak in the ceiling. Her hand rested on the other side of the bed, the vague imprint of Ellie's body still engraved into the old mattress. It needed replacing years ago, but suddenly it was invaluable. On Christmas Eve night, the night after she'd died, Susie had stayed up all through the dark, lying in the impression of her sister, terrified it would lose her outline if she just left it there. But it never did.

The house had never been so full and so empty. Her brothers were aiding the war effort, billeted all over the place. Her sisters had all gotten married - found their own homes to raise their own children. She and Ellie had stayed up here in their attic, tucked beneath the covers like little girls again.

A creak on the stairs ripped her from her trance, her mother's head peering up through the trap door.

"I didn't know you were up here."

"That's ok."

Each floorboard let out an agonised creak as she crossed them, hands folded nervously at her front. Freshly forty years old, she looked at least a decade older, heavy bags of exhaustion tugging down on her eyelids. She wore the only black dress she owned, spotted with white polka dots, a stubborn coffee stain browning the hem where she could never quite scrub it away. The bed rocked towards Ellie's side as she climbed beneath the sheets, laying down in the space she had once owned.

All at once she seemed a child, tugging the blankets up to her chin, eyes squeezed shut as if willing sleep to claim her. She turned into Susie's side, pulling in a long breath. She wondered if she could smell Ellie here too.

"Can I sleep here tonight?" She asked meekly, like a girl begging her parents after a nightmare.

Susie's head lolled to the side, brow furrowed as she looked over at her. "Yeah, sure Ma. I'll go downstairs."

"Please don't."

It was silent for a while. Then the rustling of sheets sounded as Susie turned onto her side facing away from her mother, unable to bear staring at her for too long. She scarcely knew the woman lying next to her. She could count on one hand the number of times she'd climbed the steps to read them to sleep up here. Long gone were the days when Susie wished she would, but her absence could still be read in the room - in the drawings on the walls that no one had ever been scolded for, that no one had ever tried covering up because no one ever came to see them. This was their own little world, and she wasn't sure she wanted her mother up here at all.

"I'm sorry if I was a bad Ma," She spoke, voice muffled slightly by the pillow.

Susie took a deep breath, shoulders rising and falling with it. "You tried."

If nothing else, she knew that was true. Her mother had tried. She'd made half a dozen breakfasts with a baby on one hip. She'd read every report card and double-checked their homework when she managed to understand it. She'd stifled the pain of becoming a widow to tend to the pain of a bumped head or bruised elbow.

But she'd also let them go to bed hungry. She'd lied to their schools about their birthdays so they could drop out before their time. She'd been too poor and had too many children, and Susie wasn't sure she'd ever forgive her for it.

She needed to leave this house. The prospect of sleeping alone in this bed was worse than any other fate she could imagine. Already she could feel herself sticking - if she didn't tear herself away now she never would. Could she truly face driving past the wreckage of the factories every day on her way to Ridgeway? It would take months to rebuild. Months of remembering the moment she'd see her face, blood streaking through the brick dust, eyes half open and unseeing.

"Get some sleep. I'll bring you up some tea when everyone's left," Susie muttered, peeling the sheets away from her body and climbing out of bed, rubbing her eyes with the balls of her palms.

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Beatrice stood on the doorstep, a cloud of cigarette smoke wafting in front of her face as she watched a child play in the gutter outside the wash house across the yard. The four walls that encircled their court of back-to-backs had once been their entire world. She remembered it looking bigger than this. There were rumours they'd be knocking houses like these down soon - no one wanted to move into them, these dilapidated remnants of a time long passed.

The sound of feet scuffing against tile alerted her to Susie's presence, sliding into the doorway beside her, wordlessly extending her hand for a cigarette. Beatrice passed one to her, holding out a lighter, the pair exhaling puffs of smoke simultaneously.

Who were they to each other? Susie stared back at her sister and realised she didn't have any idea.

"Ellie always used to ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up," She mused, watching on as the child across the yard was hurried inside by its mother, casting them a sympathetic glance as she went.

"She asked everyone that."

"Yeah. But she asked me the most, 'cause I never had an answer."

"Do you have one now?"

"... Don't think so."

The war made dreams insignificant. Nothing was about how they wanted to live anymore, everything was about what others needed them to be.

Beatrice had long discarded her hat, its presence remembered in the halo of frizz it left behind around her scalp. "What did she want to be again?"

"It was a ballerina for a while, then a painter I think. Or a writer. Might've been both."

"Don't forget when she wanted to be a scientist."

"Of course. And a pilot."

They'd begun to smile. When it had happened, she couldn't recall. But Ellie's mind had always been so far away, so filled to burst with a million dreams and ideas and fantasies that no one had any clue what she would go on to do. In the end, she did nothing. She had wished to change the world, and she had died on the floor of a textile mill.

A man in uniform came down the alleyway into the yard, hands folded politely behind his back as he approached the house. His gaze was fixed on Beatrice, as if Susie wasn't there at all.

"Car for you, ma'am."

"Thanks," She nodded, stomping her cigarette butt out on the front step. Taking a few steps away from the house, she turned, letting out a sigh as she fumbled with her purse. "Let Mum know I've gone, yeah? And Nancy."

"You're not staying for dinner?"

For a moment a look of shock flashed across her sister's face, as if appalled she'd even ask. "No. I need to be back in London by the time William gets home."

"Why? Not like you cook or anything."

Beatrice stared at her for a moment, grip on her bag tightening. "Mind your business, Susie."

Susie flicked her cigarette into the puddle at her sister's feet, the door closing on her with a slam. As she came inside, Nancy reached the bottom of the stairs, glancing out of the window behind her.

"Beatrice left?"

"Fucking bitch," She muttered, dragging one of the chairs away from the table to sit down.

"Don't say that."

"Fine. I love it when she comes up here in her fancy car to grace us with her condescending presence and remind us all that she doesn't have to be poor anymore."

Nancy gnawed at the inside of her cheek, wordlessly refilling the kettle and placing it on the stovetop. Her eyes were still red, and Susie suspected she'd gone upstairs to cry again. She'd always been the sensitive one of the bunch.

"I'm moving out," She said, the words seeming to echo back to her in the tiny kitchen.

"... Alright." Nancy nodded, something tight in her tone, as if she'd spoken through clenched teeth. "... Where will you go?"

"I was looking at Norfolk. There's some positions open down there, I could actually get promoted."

"That's a long way."

"... Yeah, Nance."

That's the fucking point.

#masters of the air #masters of the air oc #masters of the air fic #bernard demarco #bernard demarco x oc #fic | better off #demarco x susie #oc: susie

[liquidstar]

🌙 you already told us bella's sleep schedule so please answer for the main 5 except bella! + 🗺️ for everyone you mentioned so far in the college AU ^_^

OMG YEAH! I ended up rambling a little so I'm putting it under a cut but tysmmm for the ask<3

🌙 - What’s their sleep schedule like?

OK! Like I said for Bella she's very early to bed early to rise but as for the others:

Polaris: She sleeps on the later side, and might sleep past breakfast, but she wakes up before noon at least. But please have breakfast anyway.

Saiph: sleeps early, wakes up early. Unsurprisingly the fire guy is a morning person. But unlike Bella he'll have the occasional "stay up until 3AM" night and won't even adjust when he wakes up

Al: He sleeps at like 5AM. You'll see him at noon. He might adjust this while on mission though. Unsurprisingly the shadow guy is a night owl

Mira: Goes to sleep early but she'll wake up on the later side with Polaris. Eepest girl in the world

🗺️ - What languages do they speak?

First off all the kids raised by Venus still know ASL on top of English, Saiph and Felis probably took it as their secondary language class in highschool for an easy A so that's it. Mira on the other hand would've taken Mandarin for herself on top of that.

Polaris probably only really speaks English, she would've still been raised by Thuban as a young kid so I'm not sure how much Inuktut she'd retained from her parents? Also she likely didn't do well in any language classes in school (dyslexia 😔), but I still think learning to speak in more languages is something she wants to do esp with her cartography interest overlapping w learning about the world.

Al speaks English and Japanese, though he's probably weaker in the latter, maybe speaking really formally? He'd never really committed to learning any specific language in highschool either, just no real motivation. I think he'd know some words or phrases in Cook Islands Maori from his mom but not enough to hold a conversation (might also highly depend on whether or not she's alive in this au idk 💀)

Bella speaks English and probably some French. Similar situation to Al, where she doesn't really speak much to the parent who knows it. Except she actually did commit to taking more classes for it in highschool so she can hold a conversation!

Bernard speaks English, and probably also picked up trace amounts of French from Vesta, he'd probably also take up Arabic for himself and still take Spanish in school, on top of classes for German and Latin. Mira thinks he used to be in one of her Mandarin classes too. Classic overachiever. Probably also speaks Klingon too if we're being honest.

Juno knows English and is actively studying Latin, maybe planning to take up Ancient Greek, Sanskrit, or Old Norse. Old languages pretty much.

Lacerta speaks English and Spanish, probably also took the latter in highschool despite already being fluid. Hilarious if she also speaks Klingon but keeps it a secret to protect her image.

And what's important to remember about Regulus is that, while he's annoying, all the things he thinks about himself are accurate. He IS that smart. He'd probably speak a bit of any language mentioned here and then some. (Except Klingon, he doesn't know what that is) But he's probably the most fluid in English, Farsi, and Latin.

Anyway if you noticed me saying probably and maybe a lot it's because the au still has a lot of concepts about it that are up in the air for rn so I'm not sticking to everything 100% concretely but this is what I think so far at least 👍 yay

[radioactive-earthshine]

YJ!Animated TimBart was actually probably the first gay ship I thought about as a kid, something about how in the show whenever Tim was absent from something usually Bart would speak up instead of Cassie just had my confused closeted kid brain thinking "Bart would make a better girlfriend for Tim than Cassie I think" and then I read them in comics and I've always been a little partial to them but honestly comics Bart reads so Aro to me (though he totally thinks most of his friends are hot and is a little in love with them in an aro way) and I have fallen deep into TimLonnie as my #1 Tim ship, but still I think that Young Justice Animated would be able to do something really cool with them and idk it'd heal my inner baby gay

Oh goodness that's a fun story thank you for sharing it.

Bart as aro/ace/aroace in the comics is SO REAL honestly - there's some great evidence to point towards that even if Waid has said that his reasoning for not having a love interest until much later in his series was because 'he was still developing' (paraphrasing). This is sort of a death of the author situation though so we take what is shown in the comics and from what is shown there is precedent for Bart being on the aro/ace spectrum.

As for Animated TimBart I'm not entirely sure if that will come to be (we're still in limbo for a 5th season) but anything is possible until we're shown it.

On one hand I can see them going that direction - it would be surprising and fresh and would get people talking and it would involve a Bat which is DC's cash cow. Tim is canonly queer in the comics, Titans and in Gotham Knights so it's very likely he is queer as well in the cartoon even if we do not see him with anyone. Bart is already heavily suspected to be queer and there's been implication that in the animation he is gay. They have history together, are around the same age and are close in the comics so there's no particular reason they can't be dating.

On the other hand Tim is with Bernard now and even if season 5 was technically written before Tim came out Bernard is a permanent part of Tim's history. They may feel that it is improper and inviting a type of drama they don't want to start by making Tim date anyone else - even if this is an elseworlds and is not connected to the comics in any way. There's also already evidence to suggest that Bart and Ed are dating even if it is not shown explicitly.

I guess at the end of the day we all know Bart is queer in some way, and we want to see some representation.

[nightglider124]

Maybe it is me but I don’t get the vibe that dickkory’s small convo was flippant on either side (i mean a little on dicks at first cos he be like ViSiOnS dOnT eXiSt) but at the end, Kory was like ‘like you said, to hell with visions’ but she seemed so sad about it like she thinks he won’t accept their shared vision bc he doesn’t want it with her. (We all know he does like duh)

I saw some people annoyed that that is all the conversation was but i think it speaks louder than just what was said. I mentioned it on another post but Brentons acting was real good in that scene bc he seems to really wrestle with what to say and although he just says ‘idk’ i think he feels torn. And they’ve also got much bigger issues than that particular vision at this point. Like we can circle back ya know?

Poor Kory though like the convo with Rachel in the beginning when Rae is like did he not tell you and shes just like no he didnt…

Ugh i want the angst. I am also v curious as to when Kory gets hurt since they’ve left off with Jinx dead (for now).

Other thoughts:

I get now why Lisa posted that stupid ass ig story 😂 bc jinx still be into Dick a little it would seem which back off bitch he has a whole child with Kory on the way so leave 😂 nah but I don’t think that will be explored more - i reckon that is more so a wistful thing on Jinx’s part but nothing will come form or at least i hope nothing does cos lets face it she isnt dead dead 🤷🏻‍♀️

Very curious how Jason will be appearing this season. It was said he is in Joshua and Teagans livestream a couple weeks ago. Not that i want to see him but im curious how he slots in in this particular season 🤔

MY BABY GAR 😭 he is going through it and when i tell you i was cryING when he grabbed Kory in a hug like i needed a GarKory hug more than I realized. 😭 I am extremely interested in Gar’s whole story this season. I LOVE that he is finally getting more. He seems to forgotten in other seasons and that is a crime. I worry about baby boy but am super happy that its getting explored more.

On the note of Gar, I’m assuming Sebastian or Brother Blood now I suppose was the one to send them to another existence or dimension but Gar went to the red so I am guessing Gar is separated from the team to begin with in part two of the season. I am v excited for part two of the season for multiple reasons.

Connor irked the shit out of me. I get it; tis his Lex side and I completely understand why but the attitude is so grating. Joshua plays it so fucking well but my God every time he spoke I was like stfu 😂😂

Rachel got her powers back and became White Raven!! I was v surprised to see the white dress and cloak but I was like OOOOOH. Her powers are gonna be fierce af in the second half of the season. And talking of powers, Kory’s having gone up to 80% has me NERVOUS. I bet that is how she gets hurt. I fucking bet she supernovas and fucks herself up. Like why else would they mention it?? 👀 i am scared for my fave in second part. 😭

Tim and Bernard are cute. Like it was sweet when they had that litte scene. And omg when Tim was like we kissed to the team, Kory had like a lil smirk on as did some of the others and Dicks like oh big night for everyone then - loved it.

Jinx may annoy me cos of the whole Dick history and clearly being into him still but she really does have me giggling. When she got stabbed i was like aw gurl ya took too long with taunting her frozen self 🙄 but I appreciated in the RV when she was like ‘i could take her out, fucking nut her’ feels so fucking British and I greatly appreciated it. I literally hear people talk like that all the time so I enjoyed that part 👀😂

I can’t think of much else now but I liked the episode. Wasn’t the absolute best imo but it will tide me over til second part of the season which I hope is sooner rather than later- anyone know when it’s meant to be returning??

#my thoughts #dickkory #dc titans #dc titans spoilers #titans s4 spoilers #titans spoilers

[syrelivesforptj]

I am bored. Have this quick future MLAAL GC snippet I’ve had in my head that makes no sense but I love it (warning it’s long) (also Sangmin was kicked as soon as they made the group for hitting on Dabin)

Tuesday 10:13PM

BigMingyu: Yo what is Jinu Kim doing rn

BossmanAncheol: ? what are u talking about.

BigMingyu: He started standing outside the cafe like, 10 minutes ago and he’s kinda just messing with the gardens soil? Plucking flowers and shit

BossmanAncheol: oh

BossmanAncheol: idk he said something about plotting someone’s demise.

BigMingyu: What 😦

Dabin: He said he was Potting some dandelions dumbass

BossmanAncheol: basically the same thing.

BigMingyu: No. it’s not 😭

BossmanAncheol: you have some big balls to talk back to me like that my dearest friend and companion

Prisonbroski(1): I bet you’d know

Junseok_Choi: Prob saw em up and personal. 💀

Prisonbroski(1): Nahh that was brutal 😭

BossmanAncheol: shut the fuck up assfaces. Hangu, how do you have a phone?

Prisonbroski(2): He would answer this question but we are too busy laughing. Maybe next time.

BigMingyu: That shit wasn’t even that funny 😑

JJinuKim: It was kinda funny.

JJinuKim: Joking… it was really fucking funny!

BossmanAncheol: go plant some Daisies bastard.

JJinuKim: It’s dandelions and I’m POTTING THEM.

Scaryfuckingdentistguy: Ancheol Jang.

Prisonbroski(2): Why is the whole justice league in this gc LMAO.

BossmanAncheol: why is everyone correcting me on my flowers today? I’m a famous author I don’t need this hate.

BigMingyu: WE’RE GETTING THE BAND BACK TOGETHER!!

JJinuKim: Maybe if you weren’t incompetent and listened to people speak you wouldn’t be corrected on your words Mr.’Korean Bernard Werber’.

BossmanAncheol: you little shit

Rizzmaster69: Even whilst the spring sun falls upon us and the flowers bloom, you are still the prettiest thing nature could offer me.

Prisonbroski(2): Mingyu can I get some money?

BigMingyu: WOW

Prisonbroski(1): Im Seulgi wtf are you saying

Dabin: I leave for two seconds and 4 different conversations are happening at the same time. Im trying to work, SHUT UP.

BossmanAncheol: you all heard her. Mingyu, back to work. Jinu, get inside its freezing. The rest of u go get a life. (Apart from you, Hangu and Gitae.)

Prisonbroski(1): Prison benefits.

JJinuKim: Seriously how are you guys messaging us?

Dabin: Oh, right. Jinu, why isn’t Jinsol online?

JJinuKim: She’s busy at work with something, luckily for me I have more time to get her flowers.

Dabin: Aw, want me to help you?

BigMingyu: I thought we were to shut up

(At the same time)

BossmanAncheol: Jesus Christ Simpson shut up.

JJinuKim: Shush your piehole.

Dabin: MINGYU WHAT DID I JUST SAY???

Prisonbroski(2): Where’s my money Mingyu.?

scaryfuckingdentistguy: Mingyu, please stop texting, I am trying to work.

Rizzmaster69: Life’s most beautiful noise Is the sound of silence. - To, Sim Mingyu

Junseok_Choi: I’m practicing, shut up Mingyu!

Prisonbroski(1): they just said stop talking and you keep talking… 💀

ImagineBlade: I have been trying to draw, all I am seeing is messages from Mingyu. Respectfully….. shut it man

BigMingyu: WHAT? BUT THEY WERE JUST TALKING?

BigMingyu was Kicked from “Ancheol and the rest”

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JJinuKim: Yes please, Dabin.

#my life as a loser #life completely ruined #loser life #lcr #loserlife #jinu kim #kim jinwoo #ancheol jang #jang ancheol #park dabin #mingyu #im seulgi #mlaal #I love them #group chat #incorrect quotes #I guess? #should I do LOOKISM next #Jinu likes to plant #we will never know how gitae and hangu got those phones #Sangmin doesn’t deserve to be in this

[florelia12]

I posted 165 times in 2022

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I tagged 118 of my posts in 2022

Only 28% of my posts had no tags

#winx club - 14 posts

#winx helia - 11 posts

#winx flora - 9 posts

#winx musa - 4 posts

#omg - 3 posts

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#did i watch john green’s big bang crash course just to figure out spacetime so i can rewrite the history of the magical dimension accurately

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Idk why this made me think of Saladin officiating their wedding

29 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

#4

I- wha- what was that? What was that?????

29 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

#3

I know no one requested this but a short fic/drabble from the prompt list I reblogged a while ago

27. You’re so beautiful

“You’re so beautiful.”

The words slipped out in a whisper before she could stop herself, and she froze in shock at her own actions.

Helia looked up from his sketchbook that he’d been scribbling in to meet her eyes, his pale and sharp cheeks tinted red.

Flora gaped, cursing herself for blurting those words out. She had been silently watching him draw as they sat across one another on the floor of the library between the shelves.

The light shining through the tall windows reflected against his dark hair so perfectly and the shadows that cast over his features made them appear sharper than usual, as though they were hand-sculpted. His blue eyes had narrowed in concentration as he slaved over the tiniest details in whatever he was drawing, and it seemed that he was unaware that he had been biting his lower lip slightly.

The book she held in her hands had laid open and forgotten as she lost herself in watching Helia, wondering how someone could be so beautiful that the simple action of them sitting in front of her left her feeling warm all over. Until she had to ruin her own moment by speaking her thoughts out loud.

“Flora?”

“Huh?” Was he talking? She had completely gone blank the past few seconds after putting her own foot in her mouth.

“You okay?” Helia leaned forward, a sly smirk playing on his lips. Flora was definitely not okay, and despite her attempts to control her breathing so she wouldn’t give away her racing heart, she was sure her flushed face betrayed her.

“Mmhm!” She hummed, and quickly averted her eyes back to her book to avoid his gaze.

God, this was so embarrassing! What was he going to think of her? He was going to think she was too much. She’d already embarrassed herself by confessing her feelings for him by yelling at him. She’d even gifted him flowers like some crazy schoolgirl. She’d been so forward, and what if he finds that weird? Guys prefer to initiate don’t they? He probably thinks she’s obsessed with him and now he-

“Flora.” Helia whispered, and she looked up to find him smiling shyly at her, his eyes shining in what she hoped wasn’t amusement. He slid a piece of folded paper across the floor where it halted near her thigh. Flora picked it up curiously, and unfolded it slowly.

She gasped when it unfolded to reveal a drawing of her as she read her book sitting across him. Helia had somehow managed to catch the way the sunlight shone through the windows and brought out the highlights in her hair with just pencil and paper. And, there wasn’t a single detail that he seemed to have left out, from the freckles on her nose to the slight furrow of her brows as she read.

You are absolutely, maddeningly beautiful. He’d written at the bottom in his usual cursive handwriting.

Flora looked up at him, blushing furiously as her heart fluttered. Helia looked pleased by her reaction. He tapped his pencil at the top of his book impatiently, before his head darted left and right as though he was looking for someone. But, their aisle was empty which left her wondering what he was doing before Helia got on his knees and leaned forward to softly press his lips against hers.

Flora melted against his mouth. But, Helia broke the kiss and pulled away much too soon. He settled back into his old seat with a smug look on his face while she sat there trying to figure out how to breathe again.

If this was what she got for saying her feelings out loud, then she’ll never keep her thoughts to herself ever again, especially when it came to Helia.

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My #1 post of 2022

I’m sorry

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #I felt so left out when everyone got their spotify wrapped since i dont have spotify #This made me so happy HAHA

[beezonia]

Now I’m actually talking about the Santa Claus again! I guess I can speak about my ocs and the au I have for them

These are from like 2018 when I was in a Santa Claus phase that December(I had a crush on Bernard like most but did also like Jack because he was cool in my mind)

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Soo you have Celeste who was a baker elf I think she was stoic but a softie with a big heart

Buff lady because yes we need more buff ladies in stories please

Did not like Curtis at all, thought he was annoying and wanted to replace him

Her girlfriend Babs is a maker elf (is that what we call them idk she makes toys)

She’s sunshine, rosy cheeks and all

she invents some of the coolest toys and loves tinkering with some of the machinery to make it more efficient for the elves

Then you have the twins Scrapp and Connie

Their Identical twins which mostly causes problems sometimes (especially for Bernard and Jack)

Both are extremely chaotic and that’s how they end up bonding with Jack in the au I’m writing (called the family frost au)

Scrapp is a maker elf and his younger sis Connie is tinsel/designer elf

They are a very small family of elves babs and Celeste being like mother hens and the twins the chaotic children!!

These four together form a group called the elf protection society (or eps for short) which although is an unofficial elf service thing, they one day hope to make it an official group of elves to help protect the North Pole

Basically their motto is “no matter is too small or elf come to us and we can help!”

So their basically a hotline for elves

And Jack is their first assigned person for them to help (this is after tsc3) and he is still our kinda frosty Jack but more soft and more open with himself and others

Their job is to make sure Jack tries to atone for his mistakes but obviously there are many bumps in the road

They each kinda bond with jack, especially the twins because jack sees a lot of himself in the twins (chaotic, extremely fun and probably theatre nerds)

Then some santa stuff happens maybe carol is having her second baby (alluding to the Santa clauses)

The family comes over to the north pole again this time along with an extra pair

That’s Scott’s very distant cousin (I’m not sure about that yet maybe she gets invited cause she’s close with Scott’s ex or something) Holly Davis who visits the North Pole with her fiancé Toby and they catch jacks eye (I’m going for a polycule here because yes we need more of that!)

That’s how it starts. And the family frost au is basically Jack becoming more open to being nice and all that shit but finding a family along with making amends with his own!

#the santa clauses #the santa clause #jack frost #bernard the elf #curtis the elf #the santa clause ocs #original fanfiction #the santa clause au #scott calvin #carol calvin

[aegann]

idk where the original meme is from but here’s a fun OC one for Ash :’) cursed but true. drivel under the cut

Professor Kasukabe - The entire reason I made Ash (originally as a Dorohedoro oc) is because I thought it would be funny if he was their mentor/making jokes that he did their gender-affirming surgeries. Just such a dope character, Ash also acts very nonchalant but obsessive - except Ash is far less streetwise due to being way young. Ash is also wayy more obnoxious and pathetic, they engage in a lot more attention-seeking behavior and whatnot. I don’t want to sit here and try to explain a Dorohedoro character y’all just gotta trust me on this and read it lmao.

Megamind - Absolutely the funniest selection in this entire group, and also extremely influential without me realizing until I had re-watched Megamind. They both had an unfortunate upbringing leading them to act the way they do now, and while both of them are certainly assholes (manipulative assholes at that, at least until they realize they Fucked Up) neither of them are actually evil, and they might eventually have people who care about them despite this. I could also just point out that Ash does kind of look like Bernard. And is a bit of a dick like him too. Of course, Ash doesn’t really hold themself in such high regard as Megamind does (good for him), mostly because Megamind DOES get attention from this while Ash does not (and if they did they absolutely WOULD be a supervillain if given the chance). Ash is also more socially aware, which makes misunderstandings more depressing than funny.

Otacon - This one’s pretty recent, it’s really just the voice and the pathetic-ness.

Milo Thatch - I haven’t seen this movie in forever, a lot of it is just. Visuals. Ash is not nearly as kind or naive as Milo, unfortunately. I was considering using him as a voice claim, but he is just... too innocent sounding lmao. But those glasses... that outfit... come on.

Floofty - A genderless biologist who wears round glasses and is a fucking asshole? Yes please- in fact, the way I write Ash’s dialogue and how I imagine they speak is heavily influenced by Floofty’s in-game dialogue. Not the voice, but the pedant-ness and asshole-ness, uncaring-ness is just too good to pass up on. Thank you Bugsnax writers.

Shaggy - I mean, obviously this is also mostly design-wise, but Ash also happens to be a coward who mostly lives in a van and also probably smokes a ton of weed.

#aeg's oc tag #ash #I feel like. I should go into detail maybe I'll word vomit under a cut or something? #actually yeah I will do that #won't be too in-depth because I'm exhausted but yeah

[makbubblefandom]

So not a ton of people were actually interested, but I wanted to do it anyway …

Agent Crank headcanons -

•Agent Crank’s full name is Henri Crank

Henri is pronounce ( Own - ree )

•Crank is Cajun French and is originally from New Orleans ( yes I did take the Bonjour joke and run with it ), he has a bit of an accent that comes out more when he is upset

•His best friend is Agent Smiles, Bernard Smiles

•He is often shoved around and bullied by his coworkers and boss for his shorter stature and gentle nature, but he knows how to kick ass when it’s needed

•Crank specializes in keeping track of high risk prisoners from Happy Trails, because of this he often visits and knows many of the prisoners

•Henri is actually really good friends with Yancy and the two often spend time together when he visits, the two are close

•He is especially proud of Yancy for going for parole and trying to become a better person

•After a horrible accident when he was younger, Henri no longer has a family to go home too, which is why he joined the agency so young

•Henri is always trying to prove himself , mostly to his boss who constantly throws him around and belittles him ( literally and figuratively )

•not many people know his real name as he prefers to go by his title, he feels it gains him more respect, only certain people are allowed to call him by his first name

•And speaking from an ego stand point, Crank would consider his parallel egos ( Blank, Mad Mike, etc. ) as his brothers, he would care about them immensely and see them as family

That’s it for now, I could go into many more headcanons for Agent Crank and Yancy’s relationship alone but I’ll stop for now lol, hope you enjoy !

And even if you disagree with me that’s okay, this was all just for fun and ideas that rooted themself in my brain, idk why I clung to this one character so hard. If you are interested in more let me know !

#in space with markiplier #in space with markiplier part 2 #iswm part 2 #iswm #ethan nestor #agent crank #ahwm yancy #yancy iswm #iswm yancy #agent smiles #markiplier

[timdrake-yumm]

Barnard going to Tim for all of his crazy conspiracies, and Tim joining in- sprinkling some of his own conspiracies from before he was Robin and was informed of everything (basically), and actually just flat out stating facts.

“Tim, wouldn’t you know if your dad was Batman? Like, wouldn’t he tell you?”

“Bernard, don’t be dumb. Of COURSE he wouldn’t tell me, that would just put me in danger! People might try to torture me for the information!” (Flashback to when someone tried to do just that, less than a week before)

“Okay, fair. But like, then who do you think the robins are then, wouldn’t he just use his kids?”

“What kind of parent would put their children in constant danger like that? No, I think they’re either A. His secret clones that he keeps in his secret layer, that only awaken during a crisis or for patrol, or B. Robots”

“But Tim, people have seen them bleed-”

“ROBOTS”

#idk how Bernard speaks #bernard dowd #Tim drake #timber #dc #dc comics #incorrect batfam #conspiracy theories #do the butts match? #I love these nerds #Bruce wayne is Batman #batman #bruce wayne #dc robin #a few hours later #Tim calls Bernard in the middle of the night and is like #*gasp* #what if I AM a Robin? #like #what if I’m some sort of sleeper agent #I’m Robin and I don’t even know it #some kind of government brainwashing scheme #Bernard we gotta fix my head #Bruce might actually be evil #unless he’s being brainwashed too! #quick do you know any psychics #do you think Superman has Martian manhunter on speed dial #or do you think they’re all brainwashed government slaves #Bernard we’ve gotta save everyone

[remosdeerica]

I know I am perhaps courting chaos, but I am legitimately curious: who do you ship within the batfam and why?

My Ships:

Bruce/Selina- I'm not even gonna lie it's mostly because I love the idea of CatMom

Dick/Barbra- I think they just make sense together. Plus I want Jim to be apart of the family, damnit!

Jason/Therapy- tbh I don't really see Jason with anyone. Whether because he's Ace or has just gone threw lot of shit. If I were to ship him with someone it would probably be Roy/Jason or Roy/Kori/Jason tho.

Cass/Being Badass- similar to Jason. But for her I think it's more so that there aren't many characters that I see her with. (Even Steph, sorry. Though I do ship their BFFL-ment)

Tim/Bernard- Tim was actually also in this boat until about a month ago! I don't know why but Timber just speaks to me. Not that I have anything against TimKon, it's pretty cute and it's not like I go out of my way to avoid it. It's just not really my cup of tea.

Steph/Duke- okay so this one might be a crack ship for me, idk. It literally just popped up in my head one day and refuses to leave. I just keep imagining that everyone sees them and thinks Steph is the crazy one and Duke is the voice of reason (as it usually goes with Duke, tbh), but then they realize that Duke is %100 in on at least half of her shenanigans. What beautiful chaos.

Damian/Jon- I wasn't crazy into this ship at first. I thought it was cute but that was about it. But then I started coming up with more ideas about Dark-ish Jon and just thinking about how fun their relationship could be as teenagers/adults and slowly it infested my mind like a mold growth. So yeah.

Alfred/Rest and Appreciation- the man fucking deserves it.

This post is NOT, I repeat: NOT! To start any ship wars. It was just something I felt like posting and I was curious to know other people's opinions if they wish to share them. Haters be gone! All ships are valid here!

#Batships #batfam #batfamily #batcat #dickbabs #jaosn todd #cassandra cain #timber #thomasbrown #stuk? #stephduke? #idk ship names are hard #stephanie brown #duke thomas #damijon #alfred pennyworth

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

Lovestruck - fic

Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, kinda Dick Pairings: future!jondami, implied-kinda?timkon, also timbernard Summary: Damian starts acting weird after Tim and Bernard begin dating. Turns out even this kid can be naive, and a total idiot, when he wants to be. A/N: idk a headcanon I couldn’t stop thinking about haha. Damian is absolutely one of those genius kids who don’t know the most basic things. Also if it’s not clear, Damian is comparing Tim’s answers to what he likes in people to if they match Conner. all ages are current canon so Tim is immortal and Damian is 14 mkay bye.

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When Tim started dating Bernard, he expected a lot of different things. He expected Bruce’s protectiveness, Dick’s softness, Jason’s gift of XL condoms, Cassandra’s date suggestions and even Stephanie’s own prepared shovel talks for his new paramour.

But he did not expect…well, this.

He did not expect to see Damian sitting on the front porch when Bernard brought him home from their third date. He did not expect Damian to start furiously writing in the notebook on his lap at the sight of them.

He did not expect to come down to breakfast and see the kitchen table scattered with notes and lists and images of way too pretty people, pictures of Bernard and Steph among them.

“…What are you doing?” Tim found himself asking sleepily.

“Research.” Damian replied simply, sipping thoughtfully from a mug on the island. “None of your concern.”

“Oh yeah?” Tim asked as he approached. Instantly he tapped the photos of Steph and Bernard. “So why are there pictures of my ex-girlfriend and current…boyfriend here?”

His stomach still did giddy jumps at the thought.

Damian’s lips twitched, like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Then he reached out and slid the photos underneath some papers. “Just…persons of interests.”

“For?”

“None of your concern.” Damian reiterated. Quickly, he began to shuffle all of his papers and pictures together. “Jeez, what does that Dowd boy even see in you…”

And then he was gone before Tim’s pre-caffeine mind could catch up.

After that, Damian was less obvious, but Tim could still catch on. In fact, everyone was catching on. But, like the emotionally constipated Bats they were, no one said anything, or tipped their youngest off.

They all just watched, as he suddenly began to distantly follow Tim around. Around the house, around the city, both as a civilian and in uniform. It was Cassandra who declared that Damian was watching who Tim was interacting with, not necessarily him.

He never followed him on his dates, though.

Then came the questions. Every time they were together. They’d go to lunch downtown near the office, and Damian would ask:

“Do you like that girl’s hair?”

“Would you ever wear those shoes?”

“How much do you respect a person if their suit jacket doesn’t fit them properly?”

When they’d be staking out a suspect on a building overlooking a street corner, he’d say:

“That belt is too gaudy.”

“You can tell he spent way too many hours in the mirror getting ready to go to that disgusting dive.”

“I can’t believe she’s walking on this street in those heels. Would you go for comfort or fashion?”

And it continued, the following, the seemingly random questions. After a while, Tim chalked it up to…maybe Damian was just getting to know him. Just trying to actually get along for once in their lives. They were both getting older, more mature. Maybe it was just time they started acting like what they were.

Brothers.

But then he came home one afternoon to find Dick standing in the manor’s foyer, back leaning against the wall that led into the central sitting room they all used. It was almost evening, which meant Damian was most likely in there sketching, or reading with his pets.

Dick noticed him open the door, and quickly put a finger to his smiling lips. Tim nodded and silently closed the door behind him, carefully took off his shoes and jacket, then tiptoed over to Dick.

He peeked around Dick’s shoulder. Sure enough, Damian was in there, but he was standing at the fireplace, staring down into the flames.

Jason sat in the loveseat behind him.

“Jay just got in there. He hasn’t said anything yet.” Dick breathed. Tim frowned skeptically. Surely Damian knew who was in the house. Knew there was something going on if Jason had just sought him out.

“What are we interrogating him for?” Tim whispered back. “Did he lose one of Alfred’s recipe books again?”

Dick just shook his head and pointed into the room. Tim looked back in.

Jason was relaxed in the chair, but staring intensely at his youngest brother. Damian must have known that, felt his eyes, because he wasn’t looking up. Kept his gaze glued to the fire at his feet.

Suddenly, Jason huffed, crossing his arms. “Spill.”

“Spill what.” Damian rolled his eyes.

“Spill why you’re stalking Tim.” Jason said bluntly. “Why you’re asking him all those dumbass questions.” A pause. “…Why you’re keeping tabs on his boyfriend.”

Tim inhaled sharply, glaring up at Dick. Dick waved both his arms quickly, implying that Jason’s words weren’t true, that it was just to catch Damian off guard.

“I’m not keeping tabs on him, Todd. That’s ridiculous.” Damian countered. “I’m merely making sure they’re still together.”

A moment to let the fire crackle.

“Well, I’m also making sure that boy isn’t hurting or manipulating Drake in some way.” Damian murmured softly. “But mostly, I’m just making sure they’re still together.”

Jason crossed his ankle over his knee. “Why?”

“What, I can’t be concerned for my brother’s safety and happiness?”

Jason snorted. “Not that brother’s.”

Damian glanced over his shoulder and narrowed his eyes. Then back to the fire.

Jason waited a minute, let his eyes dart across Damian’s back, study his posture. “…Why are you so concerned if Tim and his new boy-toy are still together?”

Damian shrugged silently.

“Don’t do that.” Jason scolded. “Use your words, Damian. Like a big boy.”

Damian let out a frustrated exhale. “I’m just…confirming Drake isn’t looking elsewhere.”

“What, to cheat on his boyfriend?” Jason drawled. “Timmy’s not the cheating type, I can tell.”

“No. No.” Damian said sternly. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying?”

“I’m saying!” Damian threw his arms out. Let them fall back to his thighs with a slight smack. “…I’m saying I’ve seen him look at others the way he looks at Bernard Dowd and that is…concerning. …To me.”

“Others?” Jason questioned. “What others?”

“Like Conner Kent!” Damian finally spun around now. Jason’s eyebrows rose in surprise and Damian rolled his eyes again. “Oh don’t tell me you don’t see it. Those two have been flirting with each other since the damn day they met. Drake dating this boy now only confirms the possibility of their eventual coupling.”

Jason let his face settle back into neutral, let the words bounce around in his brain. “Okay…I guess I can agree with that.”

Tim glanced up at Dick, who gave him a wink. Tim’s face instantly went beet red.

“But that still tells me nothing.” Jason continued. “So Tim and Conner maybe had or have crushes on each other. Maybe they’re attracted to each other. Maybe they’re forever star-crossed and nothing will ever happen. So what? Why does that bother you?”

Damian kept his lips pressed firmly together. After a moment, he spun back towards the fire.

“…Damian?”

“…Because it would be weird.” Damian said at last. “It would be weird if he and Conner…”

Damian’s voice fell to an unintelligible mumble.

“What?” Jason asked gently. “I didn’t catch that.”

Damian mumbled again, still impossible to understand.

“Kid, you’re gonna have to speak up, okay. I can’t hear you-”

“I said it would be weird if he was dating Conner while I was dating Jon!” Damian yelled, whirling around once more. “And if he breaks up with Dowd and starts dating Conner before I can gain the courage to talk to Jon then I’ll lose my chance!”

His last words echoed in the space around them. Floated into the hallway and echoed up the stairs, too.

Not that anyone noticed. Tim had grabbed Dick’s bicep, while Dick had thrown a hand over his own mouth in surprise.

“Oh my god.” Tim whispered. “Oh my god, oh my god.”

“That…” Dick murmured. “That’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Jason, luckily, had more composure than the two of them, and suddenly Tim realized why it was Jason doing the prodding, not Dick.

Jason’s eyes had just widened, no other movement than that. He remained still, remained calm, even as Damian’s face darkened, and embarrassed tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

“Oh.” He said simply. “Oh, Damian.”

“Shut up.” Damian crossed his arms again, but they all knew this time it was to hold himself. “Don’t…don’t make fun of me.”

“Never.” Jason promised. “But also, not a thing you need to worry about.”

“Why, because Jon will turn me down anyway?” Damian whispered bitterly, turning away. Not towards the fire this time, just the window.

“He’d be an idiot to, and I’ll beat the shit out of him if he does.” Jason said as he uncrossed his legs and leaned his elbows on his knees. “No, I mean, you don’t need to worry about it because it wouldn’t be weird if y’all just so happened to be double-dating.”

Damian waited, then glanced back at Jason. “It wouldn’t?” Jason smiled and shook his head. “There isn’t like…I mean…a law…?” He inhaled slowly. “If Drake and Conner started dating, wouldn’t that make Jonathan and I…related?”

“That’s only if they got married, and even then, wouldn’t be weird.” Jason shrugged. “What, you’ve never heard those stories of like…twins marrying another set of twins? That shit happens all the time. You wouldn’t be the first.”

Damian blinked owlishly, let his hands fall back to his sides. “…Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.” Jason laughed, standing. “Besides, Tim seems to really like Blondie whats-his-name so…I really don’t think you have anything to worry about.” A second, to cheekily add: “At least…not right now.”

Damian twisted his lips. “I told you their chemistry was obvious.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, so is Bruce and Clark’s if you ask the tabloids and half the Justice League.” Jason droned, reaching out for Damian’s shoulder and tugging him into his side. “But like I said, don’t worry about it. Who cares about your idiot brother and who he’s dating, let’s focus more on you and how you’re gonna woo one Jonathan Kent, mmkay?”

He quickly ushered Damian out of the room using a door on the far side, only glancing back once to mouth oh my god! dramatically to the ones watching from the hall.

“That…” Tim exhaled as Jason closed the door behind them. “…was the most precious thing I think I’ve ever seen.”

Dick hummed in agreement, then: “…But is he right?”

Tim glanced up at him.

“You and Conner?”

Tim felt his face warm a little. “…I’m dating Bernard, Dick.”

“Okay.”

“And…I think I should go call him. We haven’t talked all day.”

Dick smirked. “Okay.”

“…Don’t look at me like that.”

Dick let out a chuckle. “Okay.”

“…Stop saying okay.”

“…Okay.”

“Dick!”

He laughed again. “Sorry, sorry.” He ran his fingers through Tim’s hair. “Tell Bernard I said hello, and also warn him that your younger brother is absolutely ready to gut him, should he hurt you.”

Oh yeah. Tim forgot that little tidbit. He felt his face warm even faster.

“Yeah…” He sighed, turning towards the stairs. He ignored the little flutter in his heart, at the idea of his lovesick, protective, ridiculous little brother. God, that kid. “Yeah, I think that’s probably something he oughta know.”

#Damian Wayne #Tim Drake #Jason Todd #jondami #timkon #timbernard #whatever that ship name is idk

[thatblondeperson]

Is it wrong if there is something that is bugging me? When Tim had two interracial relationships, they didn't get 1/10th of the attention/praise as his current queer yet white relationship. Interracial relationships are themselves pretty unrepresented in comics especially with black women so the lack of attention given to his relationships with Tam and Zoanne bothers me. DC even seems to pretend his relationship with Tam didn't happen.

It's not wrong at all, anon! Your frustration is valid!

Now I wanna preface that I am not an authority on this topic. I am a white woman, and there are many other voices online that are better suited to speak in depth about the lack of characters of color in comics, and how when they appear they are easily pushed aside or discarded altogether.

I'll do my best to speak briefly about this, because even an outside eye should see the issues that are present here.

Idk who really got it worse here.

Zo was BARELY with Tim. They have their first kiss in Robin #156, their first date in Robin #159, and she breaks up with him by Robin #161

Now, she's in more issues than that but she's such a fleeting character that she hardly gets established. She's just sort of there. She's a love interest, and then she's basically gone. At least it does seem that Tim genuinely likes her, but he wasn't able to give her the decency of his time, and she knows this. She also knows he's in a rough space mentally.

Tam gets it bad in a different way.

She's featured in a lot of the Red Robin run, but genuinely is just about as fleeting as Zo. I mean what do we really know about Tam?? And her relationship with Tim is vaguely one-sided. She's in love with Red Robin, Tim is a part of that package deal, Tim likes her, but he's not in the headspace to be in a relationship. Tam is along for the ride, and she turns into a responsibility for Tim. That's not me trying to push her down. In Red Robin #19 when they head into the Unternet, he literally pictures her as a toddler...

Nice, Tim...

He also calls her his "friend". A girl he's seemingly been on dates with, has kissed, has travelled with. Just...oh boy Tim...

And then of course after Tam finds out Tim has been lying to her about her father being dead, she slaps him and breaks up with him in Red Robin #25.

Tim doesn't give these women focus, and neither does DC. They're here to push a point. That Tim is going through some shit that he needs to sort out, and then they're gone. They don't get to stick around and try to help him through it like Ari or Steph was allowed to, or even now, Bernard. They don't get to peel back more than one layer of the mask, IF that.

I will give it to DC for allowing these women to have the agency to break up with Tim, but it falls flat when their only agency was to make him feel worse about himself in the first place.

I was not into comics around the time that these were being published, so I cannot say much for the media's response to it, though I'm sure that it was not nearly as talked about as his current queer relationship.

That being said, it's still VERY important that his current relationship is well circulated and given a spotlight for what it is, but it's a shame that Zo or Tam were not given an equal spotlight, or even one at all really. They got a partially burnt bulb, dusty, forgotten lamp that someone fished out of a box at a free box on the sidewalk.

And the sad thing about all of this is, what more do we know about Bernard other than that he's Tim's boyfriend? What's his story, his agency, his purpose? I feel like I have LESS info on Bernard than I did Tam or Zo, so why is he more important???

Idk anon, this is a conversation for someone other than myself to lead, but I am with you.

#tim drake #tam fox #zoanne wilkins #timtam #timzo #racism in comics #personal #ask tbp

[the-sprog]

So since I'm very bad at remembering my ideas, I'm gonna throw this out there and hope one day I'm like "WAIT didn't I have an idea for a fic??? What was it???" And I will find it on my tumblr.

It's about Danny Phantom, obviously.

There are actually two of them in here so:

The easiest one: Jack and Maddie are not stupid. I mean they're scientists, the use the scientific method. One of the things about the scientific method is that if you do a bunch of tests, based on an hypothesis and only one of them comes out disproving it, then your hypothesis is incorrect.

Phantom has disproved basically all of their hypothesis.

So, next thing to do? Create a new one. Do new tests. They take Jazz's suggestion and try and see if the ghosts of Amity are actually conscious. Because obviously they're sentient, but are they like animals? Or are they like robots with artificial intelligence?

Or even better yet, are they like humans?

They grab Phantom's attention and ask him if he would cooperate for this test. A simple Turing test. Obviously they're still wary because of everything that happened with him, and do the test with witnesses to keep both Phantom's and their minds at ease.

He passed the test. With flying colors.

They're shocked and ask him if he knew peaceful ghosts that would be willing to take the test (because, y'know. Scientific method. Need to try over and over again). Phantom would have to explain that not all ghosts are as human-like as him (as, first of all, he's a halfa, but he doesn't say that. And second, lots of them are blobs or animal-like ghosts), but cue his parents meeting Jhonny and Kitty (cause I like the idea that they have a truce with Phantom and that going out of the zone helps them with their couple problems), as well as Shadow (example of a less human-like ghost). Then Sidney, Dora, the Fright Knight (cause king ghost Danny ftw) and Frostbite.

They all pass, more or less. Some, like Dora, the light and Sidney, where given away by their choice of word, but other than that all of them passed the test.

OK SO MORE COMPLEX ONE:

I love crossovers. I love finding ways of putting the two universes together, of making them work with each other, adapting the rules so that they apply to both. (With Danny Phantom it's also really cool to just... Make him travel the multiverse. He doesn't adhere to the rules of where he goes to, so it's always hilarious. But we're not here for that now).

One of the best ones to do this with is My Hero Academia. Whenever a show has someone with powers I end up asking myself "how should that work in the world of my hero?" And start trying to incorporate it in the lore.

So, first thing first, we're getting rid of the canon story of my hero. Completely unrelated to the show. This takes place decades in the past, when the first people where developing quirks (so if I wanted to write something with this and actually use my hero characters, I'd make it so that they where hit with a time traveling quirk or that Clockwork was somehow involved).

The Fenton's hatred for ghosts? Make it discrimination against the people who have quirks.

Danny being half-ghost? His quirk's fault. He calls it Ghost, for simplicity, it allows him to come back as a sort of ghost-like creature after he dies. Somehow, one day, he doesn't die completely so his body fixes it the only way it know how. Making him partially ghost.

Obviously that would mean that all the ghosts he fights aren't ghosts anymore. They're villains with quirks, and their powers would be based on what they can do on the show, minus the basic intangibility, invisibility and flight.

Obviously only Sam and Tucker would know he was Phantom and he had a quirk, he's also kinda the only one in town with one. People would be a little racist against quirk havers, but the kids, like in the show, come around to it. And actually start loving Phantom and thinking of him as a hero.

How do I fit Vlad in all of this? Ehm ahhhh this is the one thing I didn't think about. Very basic, but could give him a power similar to Danny, were instead of a ghost, he becomes a vampire. But his quirk is caused by an accident in college, so it's artificial.

Why does Skulker (who doesn't have a quirk. He's just a guy in a suit) hunt Danny? He has a very unique quirk.

Does Dani exist? I mean. Yeah. Cloning is not so farfetched, especially with the existence of quirks.

Clockwork can control time, he involuntary does that being a child, then an adult then an old man thing. The Observants are people without quirks that keep him in check, an organization that made a pact with him to stay young forever or something in change of idk what. No idea what Clockwork would get out of it I won't lie. Money maybe? Or somehow they found a way of keeping him there against his will?

Walker (and I'll make a seperate post about this) is an ex guy in white. Yes they still exist, but they hunt quirk havers instead of paranormal stuff. Walker was kicked out because he actually has a quirk but lied about it. He's after his own kind in the show as well. I mean, he's a stickler to the rules, but he only ever seems to care when it's ghosts that brake them. Correct me if I'm wrong, but never has he punished a human. His quirk is making semi-sentient minions. They're not copies of himself. They're like clay humans with basic forms. They all look alike and have no special characteristics.

Frostbite is just... A yeti. With cryokenisis. It's a mutation type quirk.

Same goes for Wulf, he's just a humanoid wolf that can create teleportation portals. I can't think of a reason why he would only speak Esperanto though. It could be something similar to Five from umbrella academy. He accidentally got stuck in the 1600 as a kid and managed to come back only relatively recently.

I feel like all the other ghosts have obvious powers.

Cujo can become ginormous,

Technus can control technology,

Dora and Aragon can become dragons,

Jhonny gives people bad luck and can control his shadow,

Kitty can make man disappear,

Ember can mind control using music,

Spectra can use people's negative emotions to stay young,

Bernard has shapeshifting,

Youngblood can't be seen by adults (side effect: can't grow old) and his sideckick has a variant of shapeshifting where he can only transform in animals. A definitive father figure),

Box ghost can control boxes,

Pandora can control the plagues of the world,

Desiré can make people's wishes come true,

Sidney can swap bodies with people,

Undergrowth can control plants,

Pariah Dark- I... Actually don't know...

Lunch Lady can control food,

Aaaanndddd no more come to mind.

I want to do something with this AU but I can't really think of an interesting story, other than "kids from 1A get misplaced in time and Danny has to help, discovering the existence of Clockwork and the Observants, whom he hates. So he tries to get Clockwork out of there with the other kid's help" but that's it, really.

I actually have a 3rd idea, but it basically works the same as the MHA one. Crossover with the X-Men.

Substitute quirk havers with mutants and quirks with mutations and you get the idea.

The plot would be more of a "Danny gets recruited by Xavier after the trauma of almost dying activated his mutation and goes to live at the mansion. This happens after the events of season 3, alla salted to make sense in the world of Marvel, but without Phantom planet. He makes friends there, since Sam and Tucker aren't with him and everything is fine and dandy and happy. Until it comes out that the Fentons actually contribute to the creation of the Sentinels, because they hate Phantom that much.

So Danny has to infiltrate his own family to get info on how the Sentinels work so they can destroy them, since his parents are still oblivious and they made it so that the Sentinels wouldn't attack Danny thinking that his accident just somehow make him register as a mutant on machinery" and that's it.

#danny phantom #my hero academia #crossover #danny Phantom and my hero academia crossover #danny phantomxmyhero academia #wanna write #marvel #X-Men #danny Phantom x X-Men