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cypherscript · 1 year

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Comic Con-versation

Had this little blurb idea while I was mowing at work, I seem to get these a lot while doing that...

This comes from the idea that during the episode Reign Storm, when Pariah Dark rips Amity Park from the land of the living it's not quite put back into its right dimension which ties into Reality Trip when Danny finds out there's a comic book series about him that heavily goes into his backstory to his dread. The universe? DC where Danny Phantom is essentially the same level as DC is here.

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The Justice League was currently called into a meeting, not that is was a new thing for Billy aka Shazam. What WAS a new thing was that Constantine, workaphobic/smokeaholic Justice League Dark member, was the one to call in the meeting. Billy gets deposited by the zetatubes and sees some familiar faces around the table; Batman, Nightwing and Red Robin on one side while Flash and Kid Flash/Impulse sat across from them adamantly talking. Constantine stood by the projector controls with huge stacks of comics, newspapers and magazines.

One of the comics catches Billy's eye; a young man in a hazmat suit looking into a screen that loops onto him watching the screen titled Masters of All Time. He quickly flies over and snatches it from the pile, "Awesome! I didn't know we were aloud to bring comics up here. I've been meaning to catch up on this series." He kicks up his feet and starts reading.

Constantine gives a tired look at Shazam, "You mean to tell me that you know this series? I've just spent that last bloody three weeks studying this bollocks."

"Of course, who doesn't know about Danny Phantom?!"

The remaining league walks in at that point as Batman, Nightwing and Flash raise their hands. Impulse flashes over and reads them in a second.

"Dude that's so crash, these are CLASSIC~. Dad had an incomplete set that he gave me for my birthday. Oh dude! Reality Trip, I remember this one; Danny, Sam and Tucker are chased-"

"HEY! Spoilers!"

"Sorry."

"Constantine if you can just start the meeting about why we're here?"

"Right. As Shazam said; this is a comic book series about a ghost themed superhero. Sorta like Deadman but not magical." Constantine types into the console and brings up multiple pictures of Danny Phantom's scenes from the book. "The comic book series has been running for nineteen years, it's had multiple adaptations and crossovers. Thousands of roleplaying accounts across multiple social medias, millions of enjoyers of the media across the globe."

"How is this a problem for us," Aquaman asks as he flips through one of the comic books. "It's fictional."

"Yes and no." John presses a key and a real life picture of a town comes on screen."

"Holy Geez! Is that Amity Park?!" Red Robin exclaims as he takes over a personal console and makes a 3D render of the city, rotating and zooming until he finds a brick building with a heaping monstrosity of metal atop of it with a sign stating Fentonworks. "It's real..."

Batman looks at Red Robin calculatingly, "I wasn't aware you partook in that kind of media."

"It's a guilty hobby."

Constantine clears his throat, "It appears real. This city didn't exist four months ago and not just that." He pulls up an actual picture of Danny Phantom in the flesh, "This has magical bullshit written all over it and the only thing to explain it is a Tulpa. All of the evidence points to it; millions of thoughts based on one subject, it suddenly appears out of nowhere and there wasn't a blip on our systems."

"Is a tulpa that much of a problem," Wonder Woman asks as she looks over the pictures of Phantom and Amity Park."

"It can be difficult; seeing how this character's powerset changes more than Supe's does and he's just as strong. The problem is if it's NOT a tulpa and the comics are prophetic."

"Why," Batman asks straight to the point.

Constantine looks through the stacks of comics and pulls out two of them; one with a black gauntlet wearing a green skull ring taking up the front page and the other a grim scene of a large blue skin version of Danny Phantom with fire like hair standing amidst skulls and ruin buildings.

"This first one is about a King of Ghosts ripping the city from their plane of existance, he manages to defeat him in single combat and return his city to his world. Sound familiar?" John gestures at the images of Amity Park. The second is where the problem comes from; this is an evil version of the stories hero, corrupted after the lose of his family. He destroys his world with Amity Park being the only remaining city."

"Ok," Flash asks bored as he flips through the comics.

"Ok? Ok?! It's not bloody ok. It hasn't happened yet but other things have happened exactly as they did in the comics!" He pulls up videos of Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton being split apart and a satellite feed of a massive armored vehicle firing at something that can't be seen.

"The next part is Doomsday! Those two events happen directly after the city is ripped from its dimension and dropped into this one. We all die! Dark Danny comes back in time to reassure his future, we have to stop this."

The Justice league shares a look as Constantine keeps ranting about the incoming apocalypse from a comic book.

"Constantine when is the last time you had a vacation?"

#danny phantom #justice league #dp x dc #dc x dp

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ashestoroses018 · 14 days

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Four Puffs (1/2)

Originally posted in 2017.

mikeygc3000 (mikeygc3000.tumblr.com) said: Could you write one where you’re Dustin’s older sister and all the kids can tell that you and Steve are in love but are in denial so they set up a blind date by tricking you and Steve and you both end up together in the end???? And lots of fluff!???? (P.s I just found your blog and I’m in love with it)

“Dustin, where the Hell is my hair spray? Did you steal it to do your hair again?” You shout through the house.

“Language, F/N!” your dad yells at you. It’s not often that he’s home, considering he travels for work, and when he is home, you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes every time he opens his mouth.

“Dad. He keeps stealing my hairspray and using, like, all of it. And the little shithead never asks first!”

“F/N! One more outburst like that, and you won’t be going out tonight!” Your dad looks over his newspaper at you, an eyebrow raised.

“Sorry, Dad. Do you know where Dustin is, by any chance?”

“Dusty’s over at Will’s house.”

“You couldn’t have told me that before I started yelling for him?”

Your dad folds the newspaper on his lap. “I didn’t have the chance, missy. Just call Joyce. I’m sure she can get him on the phone for you.”

Your battle against the eye rolls is futile, this time. Instead of even gracing your father with a response, you just grab your keys and a scrunchie, tossing your unruly hair up lackadaisically while holding your keys in your teeth.

“Be back before dinner, F/N! Your mom’s cooking meatloaf!” your dad calls behind you.

“’Kay, Dad!” You slam the door behind you, jogging to your beat up ’68 VW Beetle.

She is your baby, but shit if she hasn’t seen better days. Your seats are stained, and the engine makes this weird sound, if you drive Becky the Beetle for more than about twenty minutes at a time. One of these days, she’s going to crap out on you, and fuck if that day doesn’t terrify you. Who bikes to school at eighteen years old?

It takes you roughly three minutes of driving to arrive at the Byers’ residence, and you thank every god you can think of when you see your baby brother’s bike outside on the lawn, thrown there while he was obviously in a rush. What you don’t expect is to see Steve Harrington’s brown BMW in the driveway.

However, when you see that Joyce’s and Jonathan’s cars are both gone, it makes more sense. He must be playing babysitter for the thirteen year olds again. With a sigh, you go up to the door and knock, knowing that you’re about to embarrass the hell out of yourself in front of Steve, considering you’re in exercise clothes – leggings, leg warmers, and a ratty sweatshirt. All over your petty need for hairspray.

You raise your brow when it’s your brother who opens the door. “Oh shit.”

“Hey, Dustin. Wanna let me in?” Your tone of voice brooks no argument.

“I can explain, F/N, I swear.”

“What can you explain, Dustin?”

“I didn’t realize I still had your hairspray in my bag, and you have the Farrah Fawcett spray, and you know they discontinued it, and I really like your hairspray, because it’s better than Aquanet, and – “

You follow your brother through the Byers’ residence. In the living room, his friends are sitting around a table, playing Dunces and Diapers, or whatever the hell the stupid game is called. In the corner, a bottle of Coke in his hand, sits Steve Harrington, whose eyes meet yours as soon as you walk in the room.

“Well, Dusty?” you ask, your voice suddenly saccharine sweet. Your brother gives you an incredulous look at your impromptu change in demeanor. “Where’s my hair spray?”

“I can’t believe you needed it so bad that you actually came all the way out here,” your brother mutters under his breath as he digs through his backpack. “interrupting our game and shit.”

After a moment, he hands you the bottle of Fabergé Organics hair spray, which you immediately notice is nearly empty. “What the hell, Dustin? You used all of it! Do you know how hard this shit is to find?”

He looks down at his feet, biting his lip. “I’m sorry, F/N.”

“I had a date tonight, but I guess I’ll have to cancel. Aquanet sucks.”

“You, uh, you had a date, F/N?” Steve suddenly speaks up, and you glance over at him.

“Yeah, it wasn’t anything crazy, but Billy Hargrove seems like a nice enough guy.”

The redheaded girl, Max, gags audibly. “Billy is a shitstain of a human being. What are you talking about?”

“He really is, F/N. You shouldn’t go out with him. Did you know he beat up Steve?” Your brother is nodding emphatically with Max, his eyes wide.

You raise an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yeah, he was defending Lucas! Billy’s a terrible person, F/N. You should cancel that date and just hang out with us tonight.”

“Fine, Dustin. I’ll take your word for it, this time. Hey, Will, where’s your phone?”

The Byers boy points you towards a wall handset, and you connect with the operator quickly, asking for the Hargrove residence.

“Hello?” A woman, whom you presume to be Billy’s stepmom and Max’s mom, answers the phone.

“Is this Billy Hargrove’s house?”

“Yes, it is. One second. Billy!”

A moment later, Billy’s on the line, and though you’re not particularly interested in the boy – aside from his obvious physical appeal – your heart skips a beat at how charming he can be. “Hargrove residence, Billy speaking.”

“Hey Billy, it’s F/N Henderson.”

“Oh, hey, babe. What’s up? I’m still picking you up at 8 to see Ladyhawke, right?”

“Actually, no. A bit of a family emergency came up. Sorry, Billy.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what?”

“Yeah, sorry. Our, uh…cat went missing again. My mom loves that kitten, so Dustin and I have to look for her.”

“Just tell her that you’re looking with me, F/N.”

“I really can’t do that to my mom, Billy.”

Steve comes up to you, hearing the tension in your voice. You okay? he mouths towards you. You just nod, your mouth pursed.

“Fine. Forget about rescheduling, though. I can get a more attractive whore at Hawkins High.”

“Excuse me? What the fuck did you just call me, Hargrove?”

“A whore. Everyone knows you’re fucking Harrington.”

You glance over at Steve, embarrassed that he’s going to witness what you’re about to say. “I am not fucking Steve Harrington, asshole. And you’re right. We’re not rescheduling. Get bent, shitbag.”

You slam the handset back onto the hook, actually shaking through the force of your anger. “Dustin, come on, we’re going home.”

“Wait, what? But I don’t need to be home until dinner.”

You give your brother a Look. “Please, let’s just go.”

“Let him stay, F/N. Why don’t you stay, too?” Steve asks, in a placating voice.

You bite your lip. “I need to be alone for a bit. I was hoping my brother would be there for me, but I fucking guess not. I’m going home Dustin. Dad says to be home by dinner.”

There’s a fierce migraine brewing in the left side of your head right now, and you just want to take a bath and ignore the world. Careful not to slam Joyce’s front door, you jog to your car, however your beloved Becky the Beetle won’t start. You turn your key in the ignition seven or eight times before slamming your forehead onto your steering wheel. This cannot be happening to you right now.

Giving up, you walk back into the Byers’ living room, much to the shock of everyone there. Steve is the first one to break the silence. “Change your mind then, Henderson?”

You sigh. “My car’s not starting, so I’m stuck here. Maybe you guys can help me push start it?”

“Can we do it after our game, F/N?” your brother asks.

Once again, you sigh. “Yeah, I guess. I’ll just go…sit with Steve, I guess. Enjoy or whatever.”

You collapse on the Byers couch next to Steve, who glances over at you. “You can’t tell anyone this,” he whispers.

“What?”

“I…have a few spare bottles of the Farrah Fawcett spray. Is that what you use?”

Your eyes widen. “Wait, really?”

He smirks gently at your excitement. “Yeah, I do. I can bring a bottle over to your house tomorrow, so you have it for school on Monday.”

“Oh my gosh, Steve, you’re the best!” You lean over and give him a hug, forgetting, for a moment, that you’re not looking your best.

He blushes slightly, his smirk turning into a shy smile. “Glad to help, F/N.”

#reader #reader insert #reader-insert #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington/reader #steve harringtonxreader #steve harrington x you #steve harringtonxyou #steve harrington/you #stranger things #x reader #x you #xreader #xyou

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minquiec · 2 months

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jipunk things I've been thinking about but I couldn't illustrate for a variety of reasons

streamer au -> minecraft?? au

idk this is rlly more of a crack au cause it's so unserious but I think I mentioned this some while ago but I forgor to add anything else onto it

the general idea is they're both streamers ahhayhah on a totally and definitely original streaming site called Switch hahaha so original hahaha

The both of them aren't overly popular but they have some form of reputation to their name cause for jia some of her stupid clips have gone viral (she does mostly gamer content 🎮💪🔥) where it's either her being real bad at the game or she's getting jumpscared and for hobie his content is a lot moreeee diverse I think, and he also streams a lot less than jia does cause it's just a side thing for him but some of his clips have gone viral for either music related reasons or it's something he's said (HES FUNNY IN A WAY YOU WOULDNT EXPECT KIND OF THING)

but I had this thought where it'd be kind of funny when he's streaming one day (one night tbh they both stream more at night) but he'd be on stream maybe playing his lil guitar and people just casually talking in the chat and suddenly they see the user 'oranjia' send a 'ALSMFNKS' and 'OWJDNJW' in the chat so ofc people who recognise her are all like ARIANA WHAT ARE U DOING HEREE and she gets clipped cause they're kind of two different streamers you'd never see interact

Idrk what happens next cause I haven't thought abt it but they'd probably suddenly have streams featuring the other and mostly gaming cause 🧍‍♂️how else do you collab stream idk

and then I kinda segwayed from this idea to fuckin,,,, MINECRAFT AU 💀💀💀 I DONT WANNA TALK ABT THE VERY OBVIOUS INSPIRATIONS FOR THIS (yes I used to be into them but not anymore for INCREDIBLY OBVIOUS reasons) but I've always loved the concept behind it cause you can't lie the LORE AND FANART BEHIND IT WAS SO FUN

their kid.

as if I couldn't hit a new low, I stun myself EVERYTIME 🔥 but. I've been thinking. A little too hard admittedly but I can't help it okay I'm just a girl 😞 but this is all a hypothetical cause I don't have an au where they're,,,able to have a KIDNDNEJDNENSNWS AUEGH ANYWAYS IF THEY DID I think her name would be clementine :3333 cause I think the name is really cute and for some reason i kept coming up w nicknames for her and I couldn't choose one so they all apply; clem, tina (clementine -> tine -> tina), nana

but I think she'd be so sweet :((( cause she'd be so well loved :(((((( cause both of them like kids ASHEHDH HB BEING A GIRL DAD IS DRIVIJG ME A LITTLE CRAZY ACTUALLY tbh he'd be okay w anything being gorl dad,,,,,, ueueueueueu m

chinatown singer au

I was thinking abt the lore abt this au it's kinda vague and I also forgot if I ever shared it but the idea was like the setting is a? chinatown somewhere in the middle of,,,,? The britland??? But also not at the same time cause idk the geography and history of England so I'm making shit up and making it MY version of England /jkjkjk but the idea is it's a chinatown

But I was thinking maybe like when he was a kid, he had gotten lost within the chinatown cos he randomly wandered in and it was getting dark and oh nooo I'm lost 😨😨 but wowww he bumps into this girl around his ageeee WONDER WHOOO

but she leads him out there and it's mostly jus them being sweet kids but they then don't see each other for a couple years cause 🤷 but jia grows up to be a singer in this theatre hall and hb ends up working??? Participating??? Idk he's involved with this newspaper company that's basically just. The spider society but in newspaper company form

And so one day he'd probably take a route thru the chinatown and spot her again in the big ass billboard and tbh idfk what happens next cause it's mostly just one sided pining bc he doesn't get to meet her for a good while till he bumps into her again 🤷🤷❓❓❓

sticking them into your name scene

i can't explain the emotional MAGNITUDE your name had on me and it's so funny cause at first i was like "can't be that good 😐" and then 1h 42 mins later im actually devastated but anyways

This is major spoilers for your name so just lyk

But there's this scene where the ml and fl meet up and they're about to write their names on each others palms but they're only able to see each other because of the twilight that was occurring in that moment (they're from different timelines if y'all don't know) but as the girl is abt to write her name on the guys hand THE TWILIGHT ENDS AND SHE DISAPPEARS AAUUEGHHH AND THE SCENE WAS SOOO GOOD CAUSE THE MUSIC WAS SUDDENLY CUT OFF AND ALL NOISE WAS CUT OFF EXCEPT FOR THE PEN HITTING THE GROUND THIS IS YOUR HOMEWORK GO GO FUCKING WSTCH YOUR NAME

But I was just thinking and it'd just fit them SO GOOD but I just rlly like your name and I like angst and I like jipunk so

behind the scenes au

GODDDD ACTOR AUUUUUHUHHHUHUHUHU OKAY I DONT ACTUALLY KNOW HOW JIA WOULD CANONICALLY FIT?? INTO THE MOVIE?? But if she did she would just be a side character tbh (get as much screen time as pav did LMAO)

But I love actor au so much cause it means the sad parts aren't real!! What do you mean they aren't all friends HUHH but anyways imagine bloopers or just the cast being sillay uahehehe

There would b a silly moment where (if the actor au was based off jia's lore) she'd have a little 'mr stark I don feel so good' moment and reference it and it would look real silly cause she has all these green screen parts on her AUSUUA

And also I thought abt this interview where the interviewer asks gwen abt jia and hb AKDNSM AND SHE JUST GOES "they are as insufferable as they are in the show" cause she's so sick of pda HWHDHW but i wanna draw this so bad :(( i love actor au

ballet and band player au

I had this idea literally MONTHS ago but it's rlly short and I haven't gotten around to making art or lore abt it but the premise is gwen does both ballet classes and in a band (hb's band el oh el) but jia is in gwens class and they are friends :333cc and so gwen would always mention jia to hb during practice so he's like nice 👍 glad you have a friend CAUSE HE APPRECIATES PEOPLE WHO ARE NICE TO HIS FRIENDS OKAY but maybe maybe maybe one day he picks gwen up and then THEY HAVE A MEET CUTE AUYUEYGGGEHHHE AND SO NOW HB ALWAHS COMES TO PICK GWENNY UP CAUSE HES JWNDNWNSNSSJ

maybe I should get myself checked out at a psych ward idk it's really unhealthy for me but do I care nno

#lorerambles #jipunk

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usagiverse · 5 months

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Hello,

I need to ask in the panel after they talk about the clothes and before choosing a job, those waves were the "twin sense"? Was it?

Yes! I did not make it subtle at all lol. Here's an explanation of how it works based on my personal experience (I am an only child, but my mother and I tend to have "twin sense", so I'll explain the best I can!)

"Twin Sense" is not a literal telepathy type thing, but a feeling, or intuitive thing. When Yui and Shu looked at the newspaper, they both had their own individual thoughts on what they wanted to do. They both, at different times, thought about the same type of job-- cleaning tuxedos. Not because they wanted to actually clean a tuxedo, but because they didn't like the other options or associated "tuxedo" with high-end and fancy. When they look at each other here-

-they are confirming what the other wanted to do. This is basically a shortened, sped of version of a "jinx" followed by an "I knew it" or a second jinx "I thought the same exact thing!". (This also makes dialogue easier because then I don't have to draw jinx panels lol). Yuichi looks at Shuji, and Shuji looks back, and they already know what they want to do, they are in sync, but they don't know that they will choose the same thing. It's irony for us as the reader, because WE know they are thinking the same thing, but if you are ever in this situation, you actually DON'T know what the other person is thinking, and then you're surprised or pleased that you were on the same page when it happens. This is what happens with my mom, we usually are on the same page on a lot of things without actually knowing what the other is thinking. Sometimes a situation is set up so perfectly that we even talk in sync, and say the same thing, which is what can happen with these twins, too.

Since we are reading a comic in left - right format, whichever character is on the leftmost side of the page will be the first to have the thought, then the character on the right will have that same thought. I call this a transmission of thought (even though they aren't actually telepathic, they're individuals, like us) which shows the viewer they are having the same thought or checking up on each other in some way. The number of points just dictate how far away the characters are from one other or how long it takes for them to have that thought. Maybe Yuichi doesn't catch on as quickly, so his receive will be longer than Shuji's, and vice versa. They may even take a much longer time to receive. The twins are unique in that they can have the same thoughts like this somewhat regularly, but everyone has intuition or what's occasionally called a sixth sense.

Mizuki for example is very sensitive to those around her because of her very empathetic nature. When an Usagi is hurt, she can tell, even if they were trying to hide it. She can also tell when their mood changes, when the weather changes, and she believes in spiritual energy stuff, too, so maybe that has something to do with it.

Even Miyamoto has a sixth sense, but it's intuition again. He's more intuitive about incoming danger, secondary presences, and intention. Miyamoto is Shuji's son, so even he could have some similar habits to his dad that Yuichi picks up on, and being a primary caretaker and figure in his life, Yui could easily "twin sense" his nephew even if Miya's unaware. It could also be a paternal instinct, since Yuichi could think of Miyamoto as his own son, too. I like to think Miyamoto uses his intuition in such an intentional way as shown with Donnie here, though. He's just a silly little guy!

Long post, but I enjoyed answering! It also leaves room for some comedic panels down the line, and some interesting scenes. Thanks for the ask, Nerish!

#uv asks #usagi chronicles #usagi yojimbo #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #miyamoto #miyamoto usagi #shuji #shuji usagi #yuichi #yuichi usagi #rise donnie #donnie #uv #insert nerd emoji

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ms-demeanor · 2 years

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What's this whole aspartame story about?

Okay so a couple weeks ago I was arguing with my MiL about aspartame; aspartame is extremely safe and extremely well tolerated by huge numbers of people (I won't pretend that it's impossible to have an allergy to it or that it can't cause reactions in people with specific chemical sensitivities, and it can be dangerous for a known subset of the population) *however* when aspartame was seeking approval there was a lot of back and forth about whether it causes cancer or seizures, etc.

The long and short of it is no, it does not, but when I was discussing this on tumblr someone made a very interesting comment along the lines that "aspartame causes such significant problems with reflexes and seizures that pilots are contractually banned from consuming it for 72 hours before flying" and that is a fascinating claim, so I started tracking it down.

And it seems like that claim in particular was most widely circulated by a """""documentary""""" called "Hungry for Change." The claim was specifically made by Joseph Mercola, who wrote a book about aspartame and cited the magazine I bought as his source on the Air Force warning about aspartame (it turns out that IS an air force magazine, btw, but I'm going to have to wait until it arrives to see what the *two pages* of this magazine that he's staking his claim on say about aspartame; he has plenty of other sources he's cited that never bring it up). Anyway, in that section he *also* discusses a hotline for pilots that was set up to make notes of adverse reactions to aspartame (since these 'adverse reactions' often involve fainting or seizures, this can actually cost people their ability to fly - if they can't prove that their seizure was based on a specific product that they no longer consume then they are assumed to have a seizure disorder and can't fly anymore, but if they can prove that it was like, alcohol, and they've gone to rehab and take breathalyzers they can fly again, so people who have lost medical approval to fly are pretty eager to find something to blame it on for a number of reasons). That hotline was set up in late 1987, after Major Michael Collings (collINGS, not colliNS, not the astronaut) testified to the senate about muscle tremors after aspartame consumption.

Pretty much every source out there about this hotline claims that a woman who we're going to call Deborah set it up after Major Collings asked her to do so. Deborah was the 'correct' person to ask because she was already an advocate for consumer protection against aspartame because - and this is important - she blamed it for the brain cancer that killed her husband.

But. I'm having a lot of trouble figuring out if the person with her husband's name, birthdate, and supposed death date is actually dead or is living in a planned community in Texas. NOW, part of the problem here is that your phone numbers and addresses follow you around forever, sometimes decades after you died. Just to compare, I searched my grandmother's name; she died in 1992 and was still showing up as 68 years old with my mom's phone number today. It's totally possible that this is just an anomaly and maybe this guy's son bought a house and his dad's name followed him (though the ancestry page that lists his death date only lists a daughter).

It is *somewhat* odd to not be able to find an obituary, memorial, death announcement, or grave for a mainline protestant in Texas who only died thirty years ago, but it isn't REALLY really unusual.

What *IS* really unusual is that Deborah's husband apparently died of brain cancer that she blames on Aspartame in 1985 - and she talks about this a lot - but she has also posted a newspaper story from 1987 about how she founded a local anti-aspartame group because she blamed her headaches and muscle spasms on the aspartame. This story ran a few months before the senate testimony and the hotline, but there is no mention whatsoever of her dead husband or his brain cancer.

Now, she is also, provably, a liar. She has a pinterest page where she claims that she's been given an award by the Mexican government for being the only American journalist to report on the dangers of aspartame in Mexico, but if you read the certificate she posts (and you speak a bit of Spanish) you can see that it's a certificate of recognition for participating in a sugar industry conference; not a government award (and not even recognition for being the 'keynote speaker' at that conference, which she also claims).

We are also calling her Deborah because she has a minuscule following, like, extremely tiny. Eleven followers on youtube tiny. So this may be just one sad weird little old lady who makes up bullshit. Her husband may have died of cancer, or he may still be alive - it's hard to tell because she has *no* family connected to her on any of her socials. She *did* have an adult daughter who died of cancer (I was able to find memorials for the daughter) very young (in her forties) and I mean that's a pretty clear family history if the husband did die of cancer.

But what's so fucking wacky about it is that Deborah's activism seems to be the main driver of all the research and effort that has gone into exploring possible connections between pilots and aspartame since Major Collings' testimony. Collings doesn't appear to have followed it any further, so it's just this lady, and some time between July 1987 and (at the earliest) November 1987 she went from claiming that she was anti-aspartame because it was causing her personally to feel ill and claiming that she was anti-aspartame because she believed it had killed her husband.

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justanagenderperson · 1 year

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Art The Clown Platonic HCs GN Reader (sorry it's so short :( )

TWs:Yandere, Art being Art, infantizing, coddling, fucked up behavior (I'm extremely sorry for this if you're following me and see THIS shit as my first Art The Clown post)

Look at me dead in the eyes and tell me this man wouldn't be at the very least borderline yandere for you

And that's if he's at least a tad bit sane (which he really really REALLY isn't but we still love him anyway 🙃)

I mean mans is out here killing and torturing victims in the most brutal ways (that one scene in Terrifier 2 shiver me timbers 🥶)

So when it comes to you I can't help but think his messed up ways would carry on over to being a caregiver or parental figure

And you know he'd probably take on the role of taking care of you just for some sick amusement

And by sick amusement I mean cooking you dead rats for breakfast, getting you pet spiders (all of which you release back into the wild because they're poisonous and untamed), and teaching you how to juggle

As you can tell one is not exactly like the others

Eventually, he'll introduce you to pale girl and she'll take on the role of your older sister

Think of this like one big game of house

Lets you have your own home and space sure but there's a room specifically dedicated to infantizing you because you're just too precious

I mean you literally have this giant ass crib to lay in whenever he decides to drop on by and play house alongside the pale girl

And trust me when I say you WILL play house lest you be on the recieving end of the punishments

One such punishment includes you taking a big bite from a rotten heart filled to the brim with maggots provided with courtesy by pale girl

Don't worry about actually getting hurt though he could never 💗

Same goes for his very funny companion

The three of you will draw together (ignore that they're literally sticking their fingers into a guy's brain to get the color red to add to their crude childish drawing), play games together, and overall just have a ball (what do you mean you want them to leave you alone?)

You once witnessed them setting up jack-o-lanterns made from decapitated heads

You shut that down real quick and concinced them to throw it out with the threat of not being friends anymore

It's really the only leverage you have in this child-parent relationship

Now onto labels

I think Art would like to be called any variation of Mom just because he fits the role also it's absolutely hilarious to him and who are you to deny him his daily dose of laughs?

Speaking of laughs you might wanna move that roadkill from out of your actual bed before it starts to rot...(you duly note how it's dressed in a baby's onesie alongside a binky placed- no- shoved into its gaping mouth)

But also I think he'd like to be called any variation of Dad just as much, reading the newspaper absolutely losing it over how funny the woman who got decapitated due to a work accident is

He expect something respectively on Father's Day and Mother's Day

Pale girl even creates a holiday called Big Sister's Day

So be sure to get them something

Even if it's shittly made they'll both cherish it forever (with Art being dramatic acting all flattered that you made something for little ole him)

Did you have parents before? Well not anymore and Art made sure you watched the whole process as he tortured the ones that took you away from him (you really didn't ask for him to be introduced into your life)

I bet you this mf would get you this dirty ass pacifier and fully expect you to suck on it (you're able to throughly clean it after a LOT of convincing since Mama/Papa Art knows best naturally)

Will play patty cake with you (once again ignore his blood stained hands)

Probably walks around naked when his costume is being cleaned (Pale girl doesn't mind so why do YOU his precious little bby mind?)

Will begrudgingly wear a towel around his waist after- again- a lot of convincing on your part

At the end of the day will tuck you into bed and may even destroy your actual bed so you're forced to sleep inside the adult sized crib

Wants to and deserves to be praised for all his creative kills

Might even get a phone to take pictures just to show you his work (you hesitantly compliment him remembering what happened last time you showed disgust)

Last time he locked you in your room for 24 hours and only after begging to be let out (and some begging on pale girl's part) you were let out)

Absolutely loves when his precious bby praises him, he feels like an accomplished parent

Stinky stinky little man you have to lightly coerce him to shower of which he will do (you even once convinced pale girl to take a bath when you realized she was covered in mysterious substances by calling her big sister)

Most likely does not get memes AT ALL

Heaven forbid if you somehow get a romantic partner

They won't last the week with your big sister and Mama/Papa around

Also expect to have to clean up their messes a whole bunch

They aren't very responsible now are they?

Once again I am very sorry and I am very much going to hell for this 🥲

Btw I will be writing a part 2 of how the three kf you met most likely but bare with me it may take a while since my interests are always jumping. Anyway Art is what people and I consider bbg.

#art the clown #terrifier 2 #terrifier art the clown #terrifier & reader #pale girl #yandere #i love clowns

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ribelleribelle · 1 year

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talking about my wip/go to fantasy for when im bored in class because i have nothing to do

it doesn't really have a name, but it's about 3 flatmates who are kinda broke and in their 20s (except for steve but i'll get to him in a moment), one of them's rock band, and the sheer chaos that they are constantly in.

we have:

Seb (sebastian) - he/him, gay, plays guitar, is a complete disaster and a total mood, looks like a metalhead but listens to all rock music, really ("i don't see any difference, rock is rock"). he's a bit of a dumbass but not that stupid and really cares about his friends (even if he seldom shows it). he works in a record shop since he dropped out of university, now he is in a band.

Vivian - she/her, maybe bisexual?? she doesn't know (i don't know either i haven't decided yet), aspiring stylist/movie costume designer, sleep deprived and coffee dependant, sarcastic sense of humour, can't stand her flatmates, actually a nice person if you aren't seb or his bandmates (except eve).

Steve - he/him, the most middle-aged-dad-literally-just-some-guy ever, ghost. yeah, he's a ghost, he died 30 years ago (in the dullest way you can imagine) and since then he haunts the house. not that he cares about all that haunting stuff tho, he's just here to read his newspapers and chill. he can't really chill though because he has to hear the band practice and vivian argue with seb every. single. day.

then there's the Haunters (because of steve haunting the house), seb's band, and we have:

David - he/him, trans and bi, singer, he and seb were best friends in middle school and high school, they were inseparable until he got a girlfriend (who looked suspiciously a lot like seb) and went in the same university as her. when they split up, like 2-3 years later, he realized uni wasn't for him and went to find seb again. seb is in love with him since they were 16.

Ash - they/them, aroace, bass player, met seb in the record shop and have been friends for a couple of years. they're the youngest member of the band and has been basically adopted by them. tiny and angry, has a collection of sunglasses and gets bored easily because of no attention span whatsoever (they're literally me except i don't play bass).

Eve - she/they, lesbian, drummer, vivian's best friend (who doesn't approve of her being in the band tho) and fashion icon. can't drive but loves to and doesn't let anyone touch her car. she is the one who knows seb and david the least, so she's constantly going insane over their always present sexual tension and obvious mutual untold love.

basically the main story is: vivian wants to hold a party to show how cool she is and how good her clothes are so that she can get a job and start her career as a designer, meanwhile david arrives unannounced to reunite with seb after 2 or 3 years since they last saw each other. they decide to put together their old high school band again, ash joins them and later so does eve (who met the band kinda by accident). they start playing together and they like it so much they manage to convince vivian to let them play at her party. while her, eve and ash organize the party and try to figure out all the problems and trouble they find along the way (steve tries to help too), seb and david have to put back together their frienship by being extremely gay and even more oblivious with each other. the day of the party comes and everything is set up (more or less), the guests are all there and vivian is confident. all the attention should be on her creations but when the haunters start playing they steal the spotlight with an amazing performance and the frontman and guitarist being unintentionally very homoerotic. the tension between the two finally breaks after they kiss on stage and they Realize a LOT of things. but the show must go on, they keep playing while ash is unimpressed (they saw that coming) and eve is SHOCKED (they didn't), but not for long because steve arrives to see what the hell is going on in the living room and he's VERY angry because he just wants to read but there's too much noise, so he freaks out all the guests. they all run away, stuff catches fire, it's a MESS, and vivian is FURIOUS. just before she's about to commit 4 murders in a row (not 5 because steve is already dead) seb and david escape and there's like a wholehearted conversation about their feelings (spoiler: they're been super in love with each other since before david got a gf but didn't realize it) also they make out a little??? idk i'm too aroace for this. meanwhile the rest of the band is also safe from vivian's rage because a woman approaches her and tells her how cool this whole performance was (clearly thought it was fake) and offers her a job. everyone gets an happy ending but the story WILL go on because the hunters are gonna keep playing and maybe they'll get famous and vivian too, who knows? (i don't)

.....doodles under the cut bc i wrote already too much :]

if you can read my handwriting ily <3

anyways, what's in these blurry pics:

seb

eve

ash

david + tiny eve playing the drums and tiny ash being *swag*

messy sketch of seb and david being gay

old ass drawing of eve and ash

even messier sketch of seb and david being gay

same thing as 5 and 7 but with ash and tiny steve being a ghost in the corner

random drawings of everyone

eve being shocked, ash being uninpressed and the only decent drawing i have of vivian (sorry)

#aaand that's it #i love them so much they're my children #they've been approved by syd too and one (1) person is enough to me to post something about them #tbh i wanted to do this for a while i just needed approval lmao #uhh anyways. i hope you enjoy my gay little rock band and friends #mine #my art #the haunters #<- i am going to post more stuff about them eheheheheheheh

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rgr-pop · 1 year

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don't reblog this because it's personal and will look antisemitic from the outside lol

okay so, unfortunately it's simply true that everyone in michigan who has opposed bds in dsa publicly has been the descendent of real estate developers (and not small ones). this is like the detroit jewish evil version of DC consultant class linkedin dsa. little bit culture, could just be a coincidence, but i like to think of it as apartheid legacy when it's convenient to do so. beryl satter family properties pt ii: zionist dsa afterlives. listen--my best detroit jewish friend who grew up in zionist hell, their family is just doctors. you know? be a lawyer. whatever. anyway. sam says this is just how middle class becomes middle class. he was like my grandmother was a navy engineer... then i showed him the wikipedia of a guy that opens with "he was the largest landowner in michigan." nvm. anyway, again

so one of my least favorite antis (for the sake of this we're calling them antis, let me be), her dad was a semi public figure but he wasn't a developer (he was a regular public figure, actually kind of like my own grandfather), so i didn't realize that her grandfather was actually in fact also developer. and compared to some of the aforementioned, it's nothing too crazy. but i wanted to look more into the particular developments, partially because i'm hateful, primarily because i'm nosy, but actually really because this is one thing i always do to learn more about developments in their specificities and their legacies. housing, shopping malls, honestly not for me but this is taubman land. i'll allow you to have a shopping center grandfather

in any case there was a lot of newspaper coverage of this massive development he was a partner on in flint. outside of flint. so i dug into this because i know the place, was interested it. hilariously, if you want apartheid legacy bites, here's one from his company: "to assure the future of a new community such as this, it must be big enough to protect itself against he encroachments of undesirable elements and to set standards for future neighboring development." wow. to this anti's credit, she's not the worst yimby in the bunch.. the irony of that would be too delicious. god won't let me have it.

but i continue to read on this and i notice yet another familiar name, although named here as a designer and not a developer, of a golf course, a last name of a former anarchist friend who had lived in flint and claimed to me that their family owned a golf course. (jewish family but i'm not sure if this side was jewish. flint jews -- too rare.) looking more into this designer i'm not sure there's anything to be ashamed of (kind of neat, if money) but to make this a very "hilarious left" moment, this anarchist, i found out last year, organized a shop with the WORST guy (not relevant here - he's chicago italian), who would later become the worst dsa guy. basically that organizing set him on the course to dsa. powermap this!

anyway i was like "i hate the left" but who am i to talk, my grandfather was the kissinger of west bloomfield

b if you are ever reading this i am sorry if this is embarrassing, i accept your apologies, but i had to post this

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child-of-peace · 1 year

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this is an ask filled with my reactions as i read the latest chapter.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

i would definitely read a matilda's pov for every episode fic

edwin? is this a poe party ref? (i love it)

i forgot brom's last name is van brunt because i was so used to calling him bones so that was a shock

"Unless it were Brom’s own wedding, there would be no reason for him to tell Edwin about it." whoops

"At least there hadn’t been another fire." i need to hear this story.

"Edwin had never seen his usually good-tempered son so bitter." this actually fits in really well with my adhd (and/or autistic) brom headcanon.

"Brom only had to live up to the same expectations that Edwin had." i'm sorry but i'm liking this dad less and less by the line. that's an insane amount of expectations

"God, Edwin could only imagine what his contemporaries were saying about his absence." is this dad... more concerned with the LOCAL NEWSPAPER than his son's happiness?

also can i use the name edwin for his dad in a fic eventually

"He couldn’t understand why Brom was so eager to talk to the Bishop girl. It’s not like they were friends outside of Kat. Oh. Maybe Matilda was arranging Kat’s funeral."

can i punch edwin

your son is a grown man with his own life and his own job and his own friends and you weren't there for possibly the most important moment of his life so stop assuming things about him!

"Not a pet then." probably the only valid question edwin has raised so far.

All he really wanted was some alcohol and a quiet night to process everything. my hatred for this character is growing by the word. YOU NEED TO SORT OUT YOUR PRIORITIES SIR nope he doesn't deserve that sign of respect

"“Oh my god, Ick. Did you run all the way here?” Brom fussed, pulling out an inhaler from who knows where and handing it to his friend." this radiates dad vibes that i entirely agree with. brom would make a great dad. especially considering the one you'd given him he'd do a great job by being the opposite of edwin

"Edwin could tell from experience that his son was physically restraining himself from hugging the young woman." i expect that he tried to hug you but you always refused that's why you're so well-versed in that expression huh edwin

"And in an instant, Edwin was reminded that she was only twenty-seven. It can’t have been easy for her losing her best friend so young. His previous animosity for the witch faded with his realisation." probably only good thing he's said in this whole thing. and only thing of his i agree with.

"His son had always been a better man than he." not that it's hard

"She was that strange girl who’d shown up out of nowhere one day and moved in with the Bishops." I forgot Verla exists pre-canon in your world. whoops. but it makes for an interesting outsider view!

okay i stopped quoting because this is so great. I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE THEM

"And, having observed them all morning, smiling and joking with Ichabod and Verla, Edwin could see it made perfect sense." edwin is starting to redeem himself in my eyes. still an arse but an arse who wants the best for his son (though he doesn't always know what it is)

"[...] who cared? Certainly not Edwin. In fact, he’d never felt so proud of his son. Brom had done what Edwin never could. He’d broken the cycle, shattering the expectations set against him." edwin redemption arc? he has existed for a few paragraphs and i already have strong feelings about this character. that's a sign of good writing.

after reading the note it makes so much sense. loved this chapter.

(also i just realised i forgot to kudos when i was logged in so i'm off to do that rn. you deserve all the kudos you get)

This ask was so sweet! I almost cried whilst reading it and some of your responses were hilarious! I’m gonna try to give you a reply to each of your comments:

1. THANK YOU!!!

2. I’m glad to hear that! It’s definitely something I’m interested in writing, but it really depends on my headspace after I finish this fic. I have a lot of ideas though!

3. Short answer: yes. Long answer: I was looking up Dutch names and I came across the name Edwin and I took the opportunity to also reference Poe Party!

4. 😂 I get that!

5. Lol yup!

6. This was actually a reference to Kat’s episode 1 line “don’t let him near your gas stove” when she introduces Brom to Ichabod!

7. Love to hear it! As an autistic person myself, I can totally see that!

8. Ikr! I had the poem This Be the Verse by Philip Larkin in my head when I wrote Edwin. I really wanted that idea to bleed through!

9. Pretty much!

10. Gopher it, mate! I look forward to reading that fic!

11. Yeeeee

12. Sure! Maybe it’ll help him realise what a wonderful son he has!

13. Exactly!!!

14. 😂 Agreed!

15. Lol

16. Yup! Brom loves so deeply and loyally, he just radiates dad energy.

17. Mmhmm! When Brom was a boy (until the age of 12) Edwin would hug him behind closed doors, but in public he would tell him it wasn’t proper. When Brom got older, he stopped hugging him at home too. He’s making progress, but he’s got a long way to go.

18. Oh yeah!

19. Accurate!

20. Lol yeah! Since we were given so many different possible Verla backstories canonically, I figured I’d just come up with my own!

21. Thank you!!!

22. 😂 That’s what I was going for! A redeemable arsehole!

23. Oh my gods, thank you! This is definitely the beginning of a redemption arc for him!

24. 😂 Glad to hear it!

25. (Thank you, I really appreciate it!)

#Bromtilda #Headless Shipwrecked #Ao3 #Own Work #none-ofthisnonsense #Ask #I’m going to bed now

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fingerlessfoxgloves · 2 years

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TAGS

Peeble

Ann

BEN - BEN my friend BEM from BIDEO GAMES.

Brian

Clockwork - WOMAN MOMENT <3 <3 <3

EJ - guy who runs around in the wood lmao. I think he has a PhD??? NERD.

Fox - MY TAG XD this is where I put stuff that are mecore and super epic awesome smexxy (⊙ܫ⊙)

The Gardener

HABIT - TOp ten FREAKS I'm gonna HIT with my CAR!!!

Heart - that one rogue with the dogy!!

Jack - clowntime :3c

Jane

Jeff - hehe stinky. (⊙▽⊙)

Judge

Naomi - Da queen of Insanity!!

Nightshade - BESTIEEE

Nina - BESTIEEE x2combo

Rake - MY LIL MANNNN C'MERE AND LET ME PUT YOUR BALD ASS IN A SWEATER TEEHEE GONNA FEED HIM TREATSSS

Sally - BESTIEEE x3combo

Scarecrow

Seedeater

Silver - gamer boy!!! heehehe epic pwns <3

Sleepless - the Russian Sleep Experiment 0__0

Slender - my weird dad slendy. peepawcore!!

Smile - Dogy.jpg :3

Ted

Tim

Toby

User666

Virus - Toby's weird cousinfriend X-Virus :0 He's nice actually

Widemouth - my fwend :3c

Zalgo - >__<" LOSER!!

Zero

Places

The Academy - I hate school (ง◎‸◎)ง

Camp Creepy - Me n my FRENDS have set up an unofficial summercamp by the lake to feel a little normalcore!! we call it Camp Creepy <3

Cemetery

The Chapel - It kinda teleports around the Slender woodz :0 it looks like an old churh or watever, but there's no actual religious stuff in it besides like. pews.

Cityscapes

The Compound - Where Zalgo and his apostles live >__<

Fog

The Forest - THE SLENDER WOODS :D that's hwere I like to scurry. They surround the Slendermansion!

Gamescapes - Liek the virrutal worlds BEM and SIlver and Stuff hang out in :0 also a lot of us are EPIC GAMERZ and this kinda reminds me of dat 2 =w=

Hideaways

Home - The Slendermansion!! Most of us have our own room der, or live on cabins on the property :3 I get my onw room =w= YOU KNOW it's as big as Slendy needs it to be. Sometimes the layout shifts around a lot... I think iz like a part of him or something??

The Grounds - The places around Slendermansion and in the Slender Woods!! I LUV hanging out on the grounds x3

The Lab - sinister sperimentz happen here X3c

The Lake - Reminds me of Slender Lake (⓪ヘ⓪)

Missions - Pix that remind me of stakeouts and stalkings!! That pre-killing HI (✦‿‿✦)

Mountains

Outbacks

Overworld - Pix that remind me of me n my frenz outings to the humanworld!!

Portals

Suburbia

tedz cave

Travels - It actually takes bit of travles to get where we need to go in the overworld sometims :0 Slendy's portalz don't always drop us off just where we need to go =w= DAS OK THO Because I LUV <3 <3 roadtrips. Comemorating those feelz with this tags!!! Masky usually drives hehe

Underworld - Daz the Pastaverse/Pasta Dimension babeyyy. Pix that remind me of home (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

Other

Apostles - THE #LAAAAME followers of ZALGO (loser!!)

Candle Cove

Cherry Koolaid - Um... iz not Koolaid (⊙_⊙ ) iz blood. Mmmm yummy!! hehe (＾་།＾)

Creatures - The creaturepastas!! And images that remind me of them. I lov those guys!! they just like me fr fr!!

Creepy Love

Gamerboyz - and girlz!! But like. Silver, BEN, Sonic.exe, that kinda peeps!!

Hanging In There - Reminds me of us hanging out X3

The Net - OKAY so a lot of us kinda use the internet (like how I have dis blog) and these posts n stuff remind me of us and our screentime (⓪ヘ⓪)

The News - Newspaper clippings, etc!

Other Pastas - Pastas I don't know!

Playlist

Pokepasta

Ponypasta

Proxywork - Reminds me of the stuff I see the proxies do!! Super spooooky hehe

Rogues - Jane, Liu, and the like who aren't apostles or proxies =w=

Tapes - Reminds me of those cool videos people make :0 Like Marble Hornets n stuff. SO COOOLLL!!!

Training

.txt - Reminds me of our texts and groupchats XD

Yipping - me talking :0 personal posts an musings n moar!!

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therandomavenger · 2 days

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Liminal Space

I’m going to be honest here, people, it’s been a rough couple of weeks. I thought I had everything worked out with regards to my housing situation, but in the middle of march it became apparent that my fiancé and I were not going to be approved for a mortgage on my house, and my parents desperately needed to sell it, so the hammer fell. My fiancé moved back to his house and started working to get it out of the state that it was in. So, I had to move out of my house and in with my parents, which really makes you feel great about yourself when you are my age.

It is what it is. In six months, or so, my fiancé will be ready for me to move into his house, and that will happen. For now, I have taken over One and a half rooms in my parents’ house. I’m grateful they’re giving me a place to stay for a while, and we get along, in general, but it still has been a rough transition.

When bad things happen to me, such as when I suffer a loss, my general strategy is to pivot to whatever is next and focus on things that I can actually control. Now, as strategies go, that is not the worst one, but it usually means that I never deal with the big feelings the loss as brought up, sometimes never. I’ve been working through a lot of this in therapy, finally grieving things that happened years and years ago. And it’s allowed me to accept my role in some of what happened and speak honestly about for the first time.

So, when this happened, and it kind of happened out of the blue, for a lot of reasons I won’t go into here, I did what I usually did. I focused on moving my stuff and Jimmy’s stuff, deciding what was going where, renting a storage unit for the stuff I didn’t have room for but didn’t want to give away, then moving into my parents’ house and getting things set up in a way that suited me. None of those were bad things. They needed to be done. No actual mistakes were made in this stage. That was all the first week of April, which coincided with spring break.

Then, week two hit. I’d done all the stuff I was excited about, the stuff I’d pivoted towards. Now came the work of removing everything else from the house and doing the clean-up. It was a big job, and I started the process and then … I just kind of unraveled.

I didn’t sleep for four days, even though I felt extremely tired. I couldn’t face anything. I had fantasies about driving my car off a bridge (no serious ones, but still). My parents and my daughter and son and law were helping me in this stage. I got everything out that I wanted, and then just collapsed for a couple of days. Still not sleeping for more than an hour or two at a time once or twice a day. School had started again. I skipped all of my classes for a week. I did no work. I don’t even remember exactly what it was I was actually doing. Nothing helpful, that’s for sure.

It just so happened that, on the Wednesday of that week, I had an appointment with my therapist. I was honest with her about what I was feeling, and said, “I don’t know why I’m like this right now. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I think if she’d had a rolled-up newspaper she would have smacked me with it. She was like, “I know exactly why this happened. You just lost your home. This is grief. And also, probably a dysphoric mania episode. You did okay last week because you had something interesting to do and did not think about what was happening. Now … here you go …”

And she was right. That night, I took a larger than usual dose of my anxiety medication (which I’m allowed to do occasionally) and I finally slept through the night for the first time in a week. In the morning, I helped Dad with a dump run and then I went to my afternoon class. I emailed my professors and said basically, “Hi. I just moved and had kind of a mental breakdown, which is why I disappeared, and everything is late. But I’ back now and will catch up.” They were understanding. Turns out, I’m not the first student to take an unscheduled vacay in the middle of a semester.

So, I’ve taken the last few days to kind of embrace the grief and really feel the feelings, which is super uncomfortable. I’d much rather pivot, but that will only kick further mental breakdowns further down the road. So, yeah. I moved. I lost my home. The place I raised my children, the place I first became myself. The first place I lived with my fiance. And it wasn’t my choice. I don’t really know exactly what is coming next.

My fiancé and I are committed to living mostly apart for at least the next six months. Our relationship is fine. We are still planning on getting married (probably next summer), but a lot of stuff has come up for both of us and we both have some work to do. I won’t be discussing the nature of that work because it’s very personal, but we are still in love and committed to each other. Last year for a lot of reasons we sped-run through a lot of relationship milestones and it’s probably a good idea to pull back a bit and then move forward together from a stronger place.

What’s going to happen in six months? I have some ideas, but I don’t really know. None of us really knows anything about the future, no matter how much planning and preparation we do.

So, I find myself in a sort of liminal space. The past is gone. The future is only in dim view. I find myself in the doorway between one place and another. I can’t stay in the doorway forever. But I can stay here for a while and enjoy what I can of my present circumstances. I have a roof over my head. I brought most of the stuff I loved about my house into my new space, so it feels like home.

I have a place to sleep and a place to work and even a place to relax. I spend at least one night a week at my fiance’s place. I am good for now, and as I write this, I realize that we are all of us in a liminal space, no matter our circumstances. The Past is gone. Any certainty we have about the future is an illusion. We live in an eternal now. But here’s the good news: present you has solved every problem you’ve ever had. It will continue to do so.

Of course, I’ve done no writing this month. But the house is finally sold and out of my area of concern. I left it for the last time this past Friday. I can finally move on to what’s next. And writing will begin again this week. The truth is, I have everything I need to be happy. I am thankful for the time I spent in my home, and the safe space it provided me to become myself fully and express myself in my environment, but I do not actually need it to live or feel safe. So, I thanked it for its service and said goodbye. And then cried in my car. Lol. Shut up.

This entire post is probably an overshare, but I don’t regret it. That’s the state of things. You can think you have things figured out, but sometimes life is waiting to ambush you. It’s a feature, not a bug. I will be okay. You will be ok if it happens to you.

#blog post #productivity #life lessons #starting over

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crimsonblackrose · 7 months

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73, 43 and 21 please!

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

Hmmm. I feel like you generally don't know what's a weird flavor combination until people point it out. Like I love root beer and I didn't know it was something people wouldn't like until I moved to Korea. Same with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, I made those for my students and we even had a song about them and they were not fans. 😅 But like my dad and my uncle both also add butter?! to their peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and I just...don't hate or love that. Not my go to. Due to length I'm putting the rest of this under a readmore

I mean I like mint chocolate and I like peanut butter and chocolate but I feel like those are fairly common. I don't hate pineapple on pizza, but I also don't go out of my way for pineapple. As a kid I really liked butter on my rice until a cook teased me till i was in tears over it. And I've never eaten butter on my rice since. I do like a lot of those non-leafy-green weird American salads. A lot of potlucks and get together had them. To be fair I think they were mostly fruit in whip cream but I did like those a lot. I also like like chicken salad and tuna salad which are essentially meat shredded up with seasoning and mayonnaise which I'm sure to some is also a weird flavor combination. I'm sure there's also countless others. ice cream and french fries?

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? I wrote a big long answer to this in my previous one but what it boiled down to was cardigan. (Despite all my high school years living in a jean jacket 🤣) 21. obsession from childhood? Also got to answer this one, but I feel like no childhood is just one obsession so I'll give you another. I'll give you a weird one. I lived in an old 100 year old house in the middle of nowhere which meant bugs. Lots of bugs. And my dad liked technology and put a computer in his library so I spent a lot of time as a kid watching him play Diablo and random other games and playing like nerdy how to do math and spelling and typing games. But because it was also the time of dial up whenever I wanted to do online things it meant waiting. And rather than get up and do something else I'd look out the window. Old farm house windows, or at least the one in the library next to the computer was two sets of glass. An inside and an outside and we NEVER opened that window. I don't know if it was painted shut or what but I never WANTED to open that window. Instead I just watched.

It was full of spiders. All sorts of spiders just living out their lives and I could watch them catch bugs or just wander around and study them without like any fear like I usually did when I encountered a spider. Morbid curiosity I suppose. I don't love spiders, but I feel like to an extent I had to sort of get used to them? I mean they were everywhere because we lived in the countryside. I'd make my dad go first when we'd leave in the morning because he was a giant and would walk through the morning dew covered spiderwebs the spiders had made through the night outside our door. We had a mail box and a bunch of newspaper official boxes and because we didn't get the newspaper those were completely overrun in morning glories and spiders. And our own actual mail box, every time I opened it was a game of am I going to end up with a spider on me just from opening the box? And I'd have to very carefully open it so one didn't like spring out, startled because it was on the latch and then get the mail and tap at it to shake off any spiders. So I was obsessed in a morbid curiosity fashion I suppose with spiders.

Thank you for the asks from this game here.

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Most current articles JOIN OUR MAILING Listing Always keep your rashguard new – Register today. The new 'way of life news' has been decided on up through a amount of local area and nationwide Television stations and services, consisting of News, the Sun, ITV and Sky News. A variety of local newspapers have likewise reported on some of its accounts. But it is very likely you are right now being informed regarding some of the information that could have a severe knock-on result. Authorize up to acquire martial arts-related suggestions and tricks coming from the experts. Sign Up Thank you for signing up! Sign up for additional newsletters right here "You don't prefer to get them all up certainly there through themselves," said Jeff Caulfield, a long time previous instructor of martial fine arts. But Mr. Ladd included that he was not worried that trainers had not received their instruction products, also though numerous would. As an alternative, he mentioned, they functioned themselves into a setting of much higher authorization. He Is An Excellent Grappler And Knowledgeable Instructor I’ve been training under Magno for the previous four years. It is merely a instance of utilizing one that is quite effectively known and incredibly well updated through the instructors, and may take you to a new amount in lots of areas in several industries of learning. Having said that, it is also an chance to know about how to use the teaching device in a brand new means. I strongly believe that this is an pathway for my new-found passion. He is an great grappler and experienced coach. He is additionally enthusiastic about his job. We are very glad of the job we have performed to support his household in this hard occasion.". Combating to always keep his proximity When the activity began, I was worried that the trainees would have been hurt by his reduction or that they would fear for their lives. Nevertheless, there have been instances in which folks have really endured and have not been injure through his traumas.

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So we have an Amorphophallus titanum about to flower in our botanic gardens, and they have a garden staff member stationed in the glasshouse all day to look after it. The lady there yesterday worked in a different area, so I was telling her what I knew about thermogenic plants and stuff, all of which I learnt from your blog. And at the end she was like, "what's the name of the blog?" And I was like "umm, *small voice* botanyshitposts". So I sort of feel like an idiot, but also it was amusing.

DUDE NO IVE DONE THAT SO MANY TIMES most recently in front of my biolab TA who turned and immediately looked it up on the giant classroom imac, it was wild

honorable mentions include:

-plant pathology professor via email. it must not have offended him much bc he let me know that theres gonna be an opening in his lab this summer....👀

-my aunt who works in science as a straight up professor at a university, i whispered it to her at the dining room table and she laughed.....ngl she and her wife are like my rolemodels tho theyre SUPER cool.......

-my parents. who told my grandparents. who apparently read this blog. it’s wild man

-my mom has asked me before if i want to change the name so i can talk about it on job applications and stuff and like, honestly? nah. this is me just talking about what I’m learning just like I would talk about it to other people in my age and position (late high school/college students). its my rebellious plant education blog.

my mom still asks me periodically; it’s clear that she wants to share it with other people on her facebook and stuff (sidenote: my parents heavily disapproved of this blog when I first made it because of the swearing. now that it’s gained a following- approaching 15k followers and page visitors from 91 countries- they’ve kind of changed their minds lol) but doesn’t want to because of the name. in response I asked her once if my dad, now a normal middle class marketing guy, ever swore in the underground newspaper he ran and wrote in college. she said that he did. i was like, well, this is my underground newspaper. it’s the same rebellious communication, same college humor, same audience. its just online and about plants.

#to set this up here this is actually a LOT like the newspaper my dad ran #both of us are high achieving rule-following teachers pet types who love learning #and both kind of us rebelled to write what we wanted to #idk man my dad is awesome #not plonts #asks #yellowgnomeboots

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Taking Chances Chapter Seven: Trying for Normal (Gifts)

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“You can not honestly tell me you are thinking of announcing that girl as your daughter.” Damian says, his scowl deeper than Dick had seen it in a while.

“‘That girl’ has a name, Little D. Plus she’s your sister.” Dick says, resisting the urge to nudge him. They had gotten to the point where a small nudge wasn’t a death sentence, but Damian was on edge. And a small nudge would probably not be appreciated.

“I do not care what her name is, Grayson. Since coming to Gotham she has been involved in two separate Rogue attacks. She is suspicious at best, and a nuisance at worst.” He replies, crossing his arms.

“Enough, Damian. Marinette is not a nuisance. She simply has bad luck.” Bruce says, obviously trying to defend his daughter.

“And poor self-preservation skills. Talking back to the Joker? Snarking the Riddler? For an individual with no combat training, she gets much too involved in attacks. It is idiotic.” Damian argues, shaking his head.

“It might have something to do with the Paris situation. She said she’s been at attacks before, so she must have some experience with villains. And from what I read on the Ladyblog, none of the damage in Paris lasts. She just may not realize how dangerous it is for her to do here what she would do in Paris. We just need to warn her, or, at least remind her, that Gotham is a dangerous place.” Dick says, thinking back to her reaction to the Riddler and the Joker. She was definitely more tense with the Joker, despite the fact that both villains had arrived with armed goons. Maybe she thought the Riddler was less likely to kill someone, not true. Or maybe she- Dick frowns as he remembers a key difference between the attacks.

“I just realized something.” He says with a frown.

“Care to share with the rest of the room, Dickiebird?” Jason asks, strolling in and flopping onto a chair.

“She was more tense at the attack with the Joker, she seemed to understand that it was a dangerous situation. Sure, she talked back to him, but she didn’t try to fight back or anything. But at the attack with the Riddler, he wasn’t even targeting her at first. He was targeting the boy she’d been talking to. And she was more reckless, and then she fought back. She fought well, but it was still super dangerous.” Dick rambles, pacing as he explains the predicament.

“Is there a point to this? I feel like I walked in at the wrong time.” Jason calls out from his chair, feet propped up on the table in front of him.

“My point, Jay, is that Marinette has a crush.” Dick says, shuddering at the word like it’s something disgusting. (It is, his sister is too young for crushes and boyfriends).

“Is that why she ran off with him right after the attack?” Jason asks with a smirk. Dick feels his eyes practically shoot out of his head.

“She what!?” He yells, running over to the Batcomputer to look at the security footage from the wax museum. Spots that were targeted frequently, like the wax museum, had their security footage directly linked to the Batcave. Just in case of an emergency or in case an attack happened and they needed an extra set of eyes.

“I’m sure she didn’t do anything that you wouldn’t do.” Jason teases, and Dick pales.

“Shut up, Jason!” He moans, his typing turning frantic as he scrolls through the day’s footage. He stops when he gets to the moments after the battle. When the phones of the French students had all gone off. Frowning, he watches as his sister runs up to the boy and grabs his hand, leaning in and whispering to each other before the two run out of the room. Towards the bathrooms. Oh hell no. Dick scrolls forwards, frowning when they don’t come out in five minutes. Or ten minutes. Huffing, he switches to the cameras aimed at the exits. Surely one of the cameras had to catch the pair leaving the museum. He rewinds it and watches, but...there’s nothing. They don’t leave the bathrooms and they don’t leave the museum. For the rest of the day.

“Has anyone been in contact with her since the attack?” Bruce asks from right beside him, making him jump out of his seat with a yelp.

“I don’t even have her number.” Dick says, resisting the urge to glare at his adoptive father. He might’ve had Marinette’s number had Bruce actually acted like he wanted her to be there for dinner the other day. Instead, he practically ignored her and she left. And now she was missing. Definitely missing, because she never came out of the bathroom at the museum.

“Hello, Marinette? Yes, I apologize for calling so suddenly. I was- yes. Yes, I did hear about the attack….yes, that was part of the reason I was calling. I was wondering if you would like to come to dinner at the manor. You could bring your friend, Adrien Agreste, I believe was his name. Of course. Yes. Oh no, I’ll send a car. No, no I assure you it- Marinette please. Taxis aren’t always safe after dark. Thank you. Yes, I- we’ll see you then. Goodbye.” Bruce hangs up, and Dick looks at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Just gonna suddenly invite her and her boy toy to dinner, B? What’re you gonna do, interrogate them?” He asks frowning.

“That’s the second time that Marinette has ran off after that alarm. I’ve seen videos of the situation in Paris and I’m concerned. Now go upstairs and act normal. I want all of you on your best behaviors at dinner. Damian, better than best please. No weapons.” Bruce directs before leaving the room, presumably to ask Alfred to pick up Marinette. Dick sighs and looks at his brothers.

“Well this isn’t going to be a disaster or anything.” He says. --- “Tikki this is going to be a disaster!” Marinette whines, throwing herself face first onto the bed. She tries to ignore Tikki’s amused giggle. This was not funny. This was dinner with her family that she hadn’t made a great impression on the first time. And Adrien was invited, and she wasn’t sure where the two stood but she was sure that if Dick was at dinner, he would just push Adrien farther away from her.

“I could practically hear your suffering from Adrien’s room, pigtails.” Plagg says, making Marinette sit up and glare at the Kwami.

“Are you just here to mock me?” She asks, pouting. He snorts.

“No, I’m here to tell you the kid’s on his way over here. I told him you were panicking and he practically ran out his door.” Plagg says with a chuckle. Rapid knocking on the door makes him laugh more before dropping onto the bed next to Tikki. Marinette sighs, rolling off the bed and pulling the door open, jumping forward in time to catch Adrien before he completely falls to the ground.

“Are you okay? Plagg said you were panicking, did something happen?” He asks quickly, looking her up and down. Marinette blinks, slightly taken aback by his sudden concern. It was nice, but still a lot all at once. Shaking her head, she gestures for him to come in and shuts the door behind him. Walking back over to the bed, she once again face plants and groans.

“She’s nervous because Mr. Wayne invited the two of you to dinner.” Tikki chirps, giggling when Marinette lifts her head up enough to glare at her.

“Traitor.” She says, dropping her head back down.

“If you don’t want me to go with Marinette, I won’t.” Adrien says. Marinette immediately jumps up, shaking her head rapidly.

“No, no that’s not what I meant. I just- I’m nervous about actually sitting through a dinner with them. And I’m pretty sure Dick will try and sit between us and glare at you like he did at the museum.” She admits, cursing the way her cheeks heat up. Adrien raises an eyebrow.

“He was glaring at me?” He asks, utter confusion on his face. Marinette groans, dropping her head into her hands.

“Sometimes your obliviousness is cute-”

“You think I’m cute!”

“But right now, it’s kinda making me want to scream into my pillow.” Marinette admits, giving him her signature “not amused” look. A look she usually saves for when Chat Noir is making a pun.

“Wait, why wouldn’t Dick like me?” Adrien asks, thankfully stuck on that now instead of the fact that she thinks he’s cute.

“Um, maybe because we were holding hands? Did you really not notice how he kept standing in between us the entire time we were at the museum?” Marinette asks, suddenly unsure if she’d imagined the whole thing.

“Oh no, I did. I just didn’t think it meant he didn’t like me. I’ve never really dealt with siblings before. I mean, I’ve met Nino’s little brother but...that’s about it.” Adrien says, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. Marinette sighs, grinning softly.

“I don’t really have a lot of experience either, so maybe I was just imagining things.” She admits. Adrien’s shoulders instantly relax and she smiles. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

“So, did you want me to come with?” He asks after a moment of silence. Marinette nods, agreeing immediately.

“Please. I don’t think I can go back there alone, not yet anyway.”

“Of course, Mari. Now, what’re you wearing?” --- The ride to Wayne Manor wasn’t as quiet as her first, with Adrien making quiet jokes and saying things to try and help keep Marinette out of her head. She was thankful that he had come with, because she was definitely going to need the emotional support to get through dinner. The car stops and Marinette sucks in a deep breath. Smoothing out her skirt nervously, Marinette glances at the small, neatly wrapped package sitting between her and Adrien. It was something she had started back when she first found out she was adopted. And that her parents didn’t know her bio dad. A scrapbook with copies of everything important from her life: baby pictures, school pictures, birth announcement, report cards, clippings from newspapers where she had won or placed in contests, pictures of her early designs and recent designs, pictures of certificates and trophies from various competitions and activities. Basically a road map of her life to be given to her bio dad so that he could get to know her. She’d written her name on the front page, with the words “daughter of Bruce Wayne and Bridgette Le” underneath. A sort of amendment to her birth announcement which listed her as the daughter of Tom and Sabine Dupain Cheng. And while she definitely was their daughter, she also wanted Mr. Wayne to know that she wanted to be his daughter too. Not just by blood, which isn’t the important part. No, she wanted to get to know him and for him to get to know her. Pushing down the intruding thoughts insisting that it was too soon and that he didn’t want her in the first place, she opens the car door and steps out, clutching the package to her chest like a safety blanket.

“Would you like me to take that for you, Miss Marinette?” Alfred asks, glancing at the package.

“Oh, no thank you Alfred. It’s for my da- er, um, Mr. Wayne. I can hang onto it.” She says with a bright smile. She could do this. Sure, it didn’t go great the last time she was here. And she was pretty sure Mr. Wayne’s youngest son could kill her and wanted to kill her. But it was fine. Everything is fine. Walking through the front door, her shoulders relax slightly when she sees Dick is the only one standing there waiting for them.

“Marinette! He cheers, rushing forward and picking her up in a hug. As in, legitimately picking her up. Okay then.

“Good to see you too.” She says, trying not to show that he’s literally suffocating her with the hug.

“Good to see you again, Dick!” Adrien says cheerfully. Marinette feels Dick tense before setting her down, his smile less bright as he looks at Adrien.

“And you. Adrien, right?” He asks, sticking his hand out for a handshake.

“Yup!” Adrien says cheerfully. Marinette watches cautiously, noticing that Dick seems to be squeezing a little too hard….and then Adrien appears to match his strength, if the look on Dick’s face is anything to go by. Marinette coughs to hide a snort, her face heating up as both boys turn to look at her.

“Uh, is it just you and Mr. Wayne tonight?” Marinette asks, choosing to ignore their awkward handshake.

“Nope! It’s me and Bruce and Alfred, of course, and Jay and Tim and Damian and Cass. Steph’s not in town and Babs is having dinner with her dad.” Dick says, and Marinette’s eyes widen. There were a lot more people in her bio dad’s family than she thought. She knew about the boys, but she hadn’t seen anything about Cass, Steph or ‘Babs’.

“I didn’t realize I had sisters too.” She says instead of voicing her insecurities. Before she only had the boys to measure up against, now she had three girls too?

“Well, the only official sister is Cass. Steph used to date Tim and she just kinda stuck around. She’s practically family at this point. And Babs and I used to date, but again, she stuck around after and now she’s practically family.” Dick explains with a grin and a shrug. Cause having your exes around isn’t awkward. Or, maybe it isn’t. She doesn’t have any exes to compare it to. Just as she starts to get lost in her thoughts, she feels Adrien brush against her gently. Reminding her that he’s there, for her, giving her the strength she needs to follow Dick into the living room. Where everyone else was sitting. Oh boy.

“Marinette, so glad you could join us. And Mr. Agreste, nice to see you again.” Bruce says, standing from his spot and moving to shake Adrien’s hand.

“You as well, M. Wayne. And please, call me Adrien. Mr. Agreste is my father.” He says, and Marinette can just barely see his wince. His father always had been his least favorite subject, no matter how much or how little they spoke of him.

“Thanks for inviting us.” Marinette says, moving the package so that she’s no longer clutching it like a lifeline. Holding it out to Mr. Wayne, she laughs at his confused face. “It’s a present.” She adds.

“Oh, well, thank you.” He says, his face unreadable. Marinette shifts her weight, glancing between him and the package, waiting for him to open it. Or properly introduce her to the rest of the family. Either option would work at this point. Glancing at Dick, she sighs in relief when he claps. At least someone was going to make the first move.

“Right, so I don’t think you got the chance to meet Jason and Damian properly when you were here the other day.” Dick says, tugging her around a still frozen Bruce in front of the two boys from the other day.

“No, I didn’t. Hi, I’m Marinette.” She says, smiling and holding out a hand to Damian first. He tuts and turns away, making Marinette’s smile fall slightly before she turns to Jason. Jason grins and shakes her hand.

“Welcome to the family, kid.” He says, before whistling. “You didn’t get B’s height, that’s for sure.” He teases, Marinette snorts, her smile turning into a teasing smirk.

“Hey, don’t count me out for my height. Ever heard the phrase, small but mighty?” She asks, crossing her arms. Jason snorts, reaching out and messing up her hair.

“Whatever you say, Pixie Pop.” He replies. She rolls her eyes and turns to the other two siblings she hadn’t met.

“Hi, you must be Tim and Cass.” She says, smiling at both of them. Tim nods, his hand twitching towards his pocket. Marinette tries not to laugh, having seen Max do the same thing when he had to socialize for any amount of time. The boy was always far more comfortable with his phone in his hand, even if he wasn’t actually looking at it. Cass smiles, and Marinette notices her hands moving. “Sorry, could you repeat that, I wasn’t watching closely.” She says. Cass’ smile widens and she nods before starting over.

“Welcome to family. Nice to meet you.” Cass signs, making Marinette beam.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” She says, eyes widening when she realizes she left Adrien alone with a frozen Mr. Wayne. Whirling around, she moved back to Adrien and tugged him forward, rolling her eyes at his surprised yelp. Honestly, he should expect this by now.

“Geeze, Princess. Give a man a warning.” He says, adjusting his shirt that she’d accidentally messed up.

“Sorry k- Adrien. Sorry. Anyway, uh, everyone this is my friend Adrien Agreste. Adrien this is Jason, Damian, Tim, Cass and you already know Dick.” Marinette introduces, gesturing to each of her new siblings. Adrien shoots a wide smile, not quite his model smile but also not quite a real one.

“Nice to meet you all.” He says.

“Marinette, I apologize. Did you want me to open this now?” Mr. Wayne asks suddenly. She turns and raises an eyebrow at his unreadable expression and the way he holds onto the present like he doesn’t know what to expect. Which is fair, considering they’d only met in person the day before.

“Oh, um, if you want to. It’s nothing big.” She says, watching nervously as he nods and unwraps it. His eyebrows twitch together as he looks at the book, obviously not yet understanding.

“Open it, B.” Dick whispers, clearly understanding the gift more than their father. Mr. Wayne nods and opens it, his unreadable expression falling into one that she...still can’t read. But it’s not emotionless anymore. As he flips through the book, a small smile creeps its way onto his face and Marinette almost cheers. That’s the most sincere look she’d ever seen on the man.

“Did you put all this together?” He asks, glancing up from the book to look at her. Marinette nods.

“When I found out I was adopted, I wanted to have something to give my bio dad. So that even if he didn’t want to see me in person, he could get to know me. When I found out you’re my, um, dad, I added some personal touches.” She says.

“And I can keep this?” He asks, and Marinette’s shocked that he sounds almost scared. As if he thinks she’ll say no and take everything back. She smiles.

“Of course. My Maman and Papa already have those pictures. These are all yours.” She says.

“Thank you, Marinette. I- This is an amazing gift.” He says. Marinette’s smile widens and her shoulders sag in relief. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be a disaster after all.

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