Juhi ka phool☕

beware, ao3 is my whole personality

[webhoards]

[lumolyv]

Happy birthday kim dokja, you are loved by many✨

[kknoir4]

[fuckthisshit-ugh]

please read this even if you're not indian. especially if you're not indian.

you've seen the jokes. india is "dirty", indians are "everywhere", why don't they fix their own country. ok. let me tell you why, and what's happening right now while nobody's watching.

first, the history you skipped: britain ruled india for two centuries and drained it. economist utsa patnaik's research estimates around $45 trillion in today's money was taken. the india that got independence in 1947 was one of the poorest countries on earth. every "why is india like this" question starts there. you don't get to profit off a robbery and then mock the crime scene.

now, what's happening RIGHT NOW:

in may the question paper for NEET leaked. that's the national medical entrance exam. over 2.2 million students took it. cancelled. years of studying, families' savings poured into coaching, gone overnight because someone sold the paper. students died by suicide after. these were kids who wanted to be doctors.

and out of that came a protest movement. a gen z group called the cockroach janta party, started by a 30 year old named abhijeet dipke, got 22 million instagram followers within DAYS. they've been doing a sit-in at jantar mantar in delhi demanding education minister dharmendra pradhan resign.

and then there's sonam wangchuk. if you've watched 3 idiots, he's the real engineer the character was based on. built solar schools in ladakh. invented ice stupas so himalayan villages have water. spent his whole life on education. he's 59 and he's been on hunger strike for 17+ days now. reporters went to see him this week and he was too weak to talk. and the troll armies are calling him "anti national" and "foreign funded". a man starving himself for other people's children. that's the thing here, anyone who asks a question is suddenly a traitor.

it's not one incident, it's everywhere you look:

• infrastructure worth thousands of crores failing within months of the ribbon cutting. tunnels collapsing in regions where heavy rain is a guarantee, not a surprise.

• youth unemployment near 10% for ages 15 to 29, 13.6% in cities. in a country of 1.42 billion where more than half the population is young.

• only about the top 3% of indians earn above 10 lakh a year. meanwhile billionaire wealth keeps ballooning and the headlines celebrate it.

• manipur burned for over two years. an ethnic conflict, tens of thousands displaced, and the prime minister barely said the word manipur while it happened.

• journalists raided. critics' houses bulldozed. activists sitting in jail for years without trial under laws like UAPA. our press freedom ranking has cratered.

• even the petrol is a fight now, ethanol blending pushed through while drivers complain about their engines and get no straight answers.

and through all of it, the PM, who came to power on religious polarisation (americans, sound familiar?), travels abroad for photo ops and has not held one single open press conference in over a decade. not one.

what i'm asking:

if you're not indian: share this. our media mostly won't cover any of it because the big outlets are owned by the same billionaires the government serves. the only reason wangchuk's fast is getting any coverage is people refusing to look away.

if you ARE indian: speak up even if you're comfortable. especially if you're comfortable. join the protests. add to this, correct me, translate it. staying quiet is a choice when nothing in this post touches your life.

india is not "dirty". india was robbed, and it's being robbed again, from the inside this time. but it's also the country where a 59 year old will starve for strangers' kids and 22 million young people will rally behind a party literally named after cockroaches, because cockroaches survive everything.

we can still save her. but only loudly.

reblog. share. don't scroll past.

[bruce-wayne-enjoyer]

I see enough posts of Jason going to college and missing his family, but here I am thinking about Bruce missing his baby (who is 6"5 250 pound heavy brick oven)

I'm imagining Bruce is going Through It™

Like he's trying. He's doing great. Bruce manages to keep a good normal composure when Jason is around, switching between college brochures and ranting about department programs.

Except when Jason is finally out of sight, Bruce is curling up on the floor in tears, ugly sobbing.

"ALFRED MY BABY IS GROWING UP"

"Your 'baby', sir, is a 23 year old with a criminal record"

"HE'S LITERALLY A BABY. HE CAN'T BE GOING OFF TO COLLEGE"

"You have said good bye to Master Damian already—"

"........I ALREADY SAID GOODBYE TO ONE BABY NOW IM SAYING GOODBYE TO ANOTHER!"

"They're in college, sir, not dead— Actually, no, that isn't a battle I'm fighting with you today."

Meanwhile Jason is a little miffed.

Something coiled around him whenever he watches Bruce act very detached and firm when Jason is around talking about how he'll be away from home more often and how he'll rarely have time for patrol or family anymore.

Jason made the mistake of wondering out loud "Maybe Bruce was playing the long game of getting rid of me..."

And Tim just... sends a 20 minute video of Bruce crying while hugging Tim because he's the closest of his children to him at the time

"TIM I MISS JASON"

"Dad, you have his phone number"

"BUT HE'S IN CAMPUS RIGHT NOW WHAT IF HE'LL THINK I'M OVERBEARING AND STOP CHASING HIS DREAMS"

"I promise you, Dad, Jason won't think that"

"🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺"

"H-How did you say that out loud..."

[ilovemybruciewayne]

Nothing in his over two decades of mental training could ever prepare him for something like this. He just stared, mouth slightly open.

Jason pushed him aside. Jason. Of all people.

His brother practically had to pull from Bruce's shoulders, so their father's knees wouldn't hit the ground. His big, rough, scarred hands pressed his dad's head to his shoulder, as he did his best to rise up, carrying both of their weights.

He just stared. The adrenaline of the fight left, as slight trembles shook his own shoulders.

He lifted a hand towards the pair.

And Jason pushed it away with the nastiest glare he had ever addressed him. Ever.

He tried again when his brother walked himself and his dad to the door. This time, Jason lifted his arm as he passed his side. He bent it, as of carrying a shield, as a guard, as a knight; and pressed it's side against Dick's chest.

Not even a "move". Not a grunt. Not a sound for him. Nothing. He just... Pushed. And kept moving away.

The last word he had directed to him had been his name. "Richard". As a warning. "Richard", as a "Stop it". "Richard", as a "That's enough". As a "There's lines you should not cross". As a "You will regret it"... He is. God. He is regretting it.

He saw the moment his words had broken his dad's heart. But the anger overcame his love, and he kept on going. He heard his voice rise until he was the only sound in the manor. Rise, louder and louder, until his screams were the only thing he himself could hear.

"Richard". The hand on his shoulder tried to anchor him, to bring him back, to remind him of himself. He shook it off.

Jason was supposed to be on his side. So he turned to tell him so. And so he yelled at his little brother. He had agreed with him. Bruce was wrong. How dare Jason look at him with such surprise, with such shock. With so much hurt. Everyone agrees with him. They are all tired, so fucking tired. Bruce is so tiring. Everything he does is tiring. Everyone agrees with him.

He decided to ignore the green on his brother's eyes. That anger that shouldn't be directed to him. It was Bruce's fault. It was Bruce's! He turned back to keep letting it all out on Bruce's face-

Empty blue eyes stared back as tears ran on pale skin.

Bruce looked down. Then up. His lips pulled as if he attempted to smile. He stared at him while his cheeks kept wetting themselves in sorrow.

No shine. His eyes looked dead. He tried to take a step to the front... And it was horrible.

It looked as if gravity suddenly weighed him down.

His shoulders slumped forward, head dipping down as soon as his lifted feet touched ground. And then those strong, powerful knees gave way.

Like a ragdoll.

And Jason had him on his arms.

Jason. Of all people.

Of all people, HE was glaring at him, an arm lifted between them, avoiding him to reach.

He wanted to laugh.

But his strength had left along his father's.

He had taken his father's.

The study felt cold. Way too quiet. Blue empty eyes and tears and betrayal. He lifted a hand, clutching his shirt right above his heart.

Pressure. Guilt.

He couldn't close his eyes. Blue empty eyes stared at him in the back of his mind. The light on the other side of his eyelids engraving the silhouette of his father's body losing against the heaviness of the pain. Pain he had inflicted. Pain he had wished to inflict. So he stared at the emptiness until his eyes burned, screaming for him to blink.

He wanted to cry.

But his will had left along his father's...

He had taken his father's.

[vacationtown]

my silly little dumpling and his ugly ass boyfriend <3

[depsidase]

[oonightmareoo]

Danny is Bruce’s clone.

Hold on now, hear me out, I get that it’s been done before (but really, can you have too much of a good thing? In fanfics?) but just… give me a second to get to the point of this prompt.

Danny is Bruce’s clone. He wasn’t created to kill Bruce or take over his life or because of Batman or what-have-you, but simply because his creator thought Bruce was pretty. Not in an “I want to get him in my bed” pretty, but an “I want to display him in my house” pretty. Danny’s creator took one look at Brucie Wayne, just before adopting Dick Grayson, and went “he would look lovely in my front room.” They’d intended to create a child with Bruce, but every attempt failed. So, they took drastic measures instead, and, just as rumors of The Batman and Robin Dynamic Duo began being verified as truth, a baby was taken from a cloning pod.

The baby was an ugly little thing, so the creator was very hands off and awaiting the day they could begin grooming the boy into the perfect little centerpiece.

Somehow, in some way, the Fenton’s get ahold of Danny. Which really just ruined the creator’s whole side project, but if mind-controlling was on the table, then mind-wiping was surely available. Now, if only they could find their pretty vase, wherever he might be…

Oh. There he is. And just as pretty as they were imagining.

Meanwhile, Danny is getting creeped out by this person who randomly shows up one day and starts staring at him. Just what he needed, another Fruitloop. Well, might as well ignore them like he does all his other problems.

Hold on, he’s adopted? And shares DNA with who again?? That means Bruce Wayne is his bio-dad, right?

So Danny goes to meet his bio-dad, just to say he has… and the creepy person just. Follows. Everywhere Danny looks, he seems to be meeting that stranger’s eyes again. And it’s like, kinda weird? Like, moreso than being followed by a creepy person is weird - there seem to be various non-lethal traps trying to cage him but they’re, like, stupidly easy to escape. It’s like whoever is trying to capture him is unaware of Danny being Phantom, but who in the world wants to capture just Danny Fenton? He’s 15, average, boring, and broke af, so like? What would even be the point of capturing normal human Danny?

Danny goes to meet Bruce and, just as they lock eyes and Bruce has a moment of “holy shit that kid couldn’t look more like a child me if he tried, who the hell did I knock up 15 years ago” and Danny is like “yep, that’s obviously my dad”, someone comes up from behind Danny and knocks him out with drugs.

They’re in a public place. Neither Bruce nor Danny can reveal themselves. Danny is forced to inhale the chloroform-or-whatever-drug-of-your-choosing, is knocked out, and then taken to another location where he wakes up with a pretty new collar, that blocks Danny’s access to his ghost half, and the creep staring at him waking up.

Bruce drives himself up the wall trying to find the kid that was clearly his, lost like sand within his grasp.

[birdbitch0010]

Ok but like, this was the perfect set up for them misunderstanding the exact kind of creep this dude is. Like Danny. C’mon.

You’ve got a stalker dude who is near constantly following you, always staring at you, and keeps trying to capture you alive. Ie. Kidnapping. Is this not ringing any alarm bells in that empty noggin? And oh man imagine Danny finding Bruce and meandering around in a conversation with him until he mentions the fruit loop that’s been watching him and trying to capture him. Bruce just found this “child” of his (going with the usual 14 year old Danny here) and already kill bill sirens are going off. What do you mean some pedophiles been trying to kidnap his son? Mr a-clone-can-be-an-ornament is going to be getting a violent visit from Batman soon

[oonightmareoo]

I definitely cannot write a fic for this idea - I'm far too burnt out with way too many fics in progress to even try - but this did give me an idea for an excerpt.

...

Danny blinked at the ceiling. It was actually a strange ceiling. He's never seen one remotely like it before. What was it called... vaulted? Where there's an illusion that the ceiling is higher than it is, even if it's already pretty high as ceilings go? It's got the angled wooden bits on the edges, before becoming an interesting design of wooden squares that had even more interesting designs on the inside. Whoever built this room intended for even the ceiling to be an art piece. So yeah, strange ceiling.

Where was he?

Oh sh- actually, though, seriously, where the heck is he??

The door opened - there was a door? Man, his brain is not... braining - and Danny's eyes floated from the art piece ceiling to the person walking in. She was pretty, her blonde hair in soft curls and her eyes a lovely shade of green that... Danny doesn't think he's seen before except that one time the lady was following him and lost her sunglasses-

Oh shit. Oh crap. That was the lady that was following him. He tried making his brain sound the alarm bells, but his thoughts were running far too sluggishly for any sort of alarm. Mostly he was just tired. Like he'd spent the last three days being constantly attacked by ghosts at the craziest hours.

"Oh," she breathed, an excited expression on her face, "you're awake!" She brought a tray over to the side table beside the- his bed?? He was in a bed? She set the tray down, brushed aside her soft-looking hair, before giving him a gentle look. "How are you feeling?"

"Not-"

Whatever his brain managed to gather together to say past his cotton-filled mouth was summarily ignored, as the woman steamrolled over his answer, "I wasn't sure what to put as a dosage when I finally realized that you were a meta, for whatever awful reason, and not just incredibly lucky at dodging my traps. I'm truly glad that I didn't accidentally kill you, that would've been a pain in the rear. I don't exactly have any more of his DNA to make another attempt, and he's been annoyingly cautious who has been near him since he bought his second disgrace."

Man. Danny could not keep up.

"Regardless," the lady continued, taking a seat on the edge of his- the bed? Was he chained down? "I'm glad I didn't miscalculate the dose." Her hand brushed his cheek tenderly, eyes gazing softly down at him. "You're just as pretty up close as you are from far away." Her words sent a shiver down his spine as he suddenly had full clarity on his situation.

Danny was in an unknown location, with an unknown woman, and chained to a bed. He didn't recognize the clothing he was wearing, which meant someone had changed them, and the woman was commenting on his looks after admitting to drugging him to kidnap him. He couldn't feel his ghost half.

He couldn't feel his ghost half, he's gonna hurl-

Danny shifted, attempting to leverage his heavy body to move away from the threat - for all she was soft-looking and seemed like she couldn't hurt a fly, she had fully upgraded from "civilian" to "threat" in his mind - and then froze. Was that an Ancients' damned collar on his throat-

"Get away from me," he heard his voice croak out - his brain too lost in his panic to really register that he was even intending to speak let alone actually committing to the action - and the woman's soft green eyes sharpened.

"You get no say in this, my pretty vase," she patted his cheek, the hand then trailing down his front - he shuddered as it reached his chest, seeming to show no intention of stopping, before she blessedly removed her hand somewhere near his stomach. "Your only focus should be in staying still and looking pretty."

"Hell no-" she cut him off once again.

"If you remain uncooperative, perhaps I should exemplify what shall happen?" The hand that had just- reached up, grabbing ahold of a necklace that had seemed truly fully decorational before the moment she pressed a button hidden on the underside and-

His world lit up- he was in a metal tube, his hand was stuck to the button he'd just accidentally pressed, he could feel his bones melting- bones weren't supposed to do that!! He was dying, being remade, falling apart, being rebuilt, disintegrating-

Blessed relief, he opened eyes he didn't realize he'd shut and fully expected to meet Sam's purple eyes and Tucker's brown - but all he could see was green.

[kosmogrl]

[draconym]

today my summer campers held a funeral for a dead cicada we found

[draconym]

I suggested we hold a funeral for a dead stink bug named Jeremy that has been stuck to the wall for the past six months, but for whatever mysterious reason, they were adamant that Jeremy remain where he is forever.

[draconym]

They've decided to hold Jeremy's funeral today and they have brought flowers from home and made bug sculptures that will be in attendance. yes I will take pictures.

[draconym]

Jeremy had an open casket funeral and the children all lined up to pay their respects. We also sat in a circle and took turns saying nice things about Jeremy. Except for the child who made a bug sculpture that spoke on behalf of Jeremy's ex-girlfriend, and who confessed to killing him. We think Jeremy's family appreciated the closure, though.

[crispybillachan]

I'll take these tags w me tyvm

[rollcody]

[stuckinapril]

Just try your best, get off your phone as much as you can, honor your hurt feelings and also the hurt feelings of others, favor sincerity over nonchalance whenever it’s appropriate to, reach out to people you miss, let go of people when it’s time, operate from a deeply rooted self respect rather than from a lens of what people think, try your best to read the room, sit in the sun on overcast days (with sunscreen on), drink lots of water, pursue everything you want aggressively, accept that your timeline will be different, welcome detours if circumstances call for them, hold both yourself and others accountable, try to move your body as much as you can and you will be okay diva

[artphilosophy11]

simple idea, soft execution, and a lot of feeling behind it 🖤

[artphilosophy11]

this sweet kitty commission! 🐈✨ I had a lot of fun working on this one. Huge thanks to @crookshanks-07 for trusting me with their commission and letting me draw this adorable little stretch. I really hope you love how it turned out! 💕

Character belongs to @crookshanks-07

Art by me

Commissions are open! Feel free to DM me if you're interested. 🎨

[darlingofdots]

been stewing on an analytical approach to fiction which I call "is this book afraid of me?" and in order to answer this question you determine how hard the book is trying to make sure you don't come after the writer on twitter

[playwrongs]

Tags via @deadpanwalking, editor and ass-kicker extraordinaire

[gingisnap]

Please keep making art. Please make it for yourself. Please don’t let everything become even more of the same flat general appeal nonsense that doesn’t seem to have anything to say

[crispybillachan]

@urk-m

[jayscarraway]

Hello, tumblr user. Before you is a tumblr post asking you to name a female fictional character. You have unlimited time to tag a female character, NOT a male one.

Begin.