bruce wayne

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[d0rango]

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[7-inches-of-satanic-panic]

k but imagine Rocky wanting to learn about how humans became the apex predators of their planet so he has Grace “hunt” him in the biodome as an experiment and during it he thinks Grace isn’t trying or taking it seriously which is bad bad bad because this is for research purposes

only for Rocky to get more and more tired as the experiment goes on just to realize that Grace isn’t which makes him panic so he puts as much distance as he can between them and finds a (hopefully) safe spot to sleep and when he wakes up the human is crouching over him like “got youuu” and Rocky has never shrieked so damn loud before in his life

[grandreginadebbie]

Is it a reach to see a through-line from Ken to Omni-Man? Omni-Ken, if you will. In this essay, I will show....

[status-quo-hater]

I think one of the funniest abortion stances I've heard was from my parents neighbor. He's a like, hard-core libertarian viking larper guy who is very tall and very fat and very bald.

He believes a fetus is human with a soul, but also its "basically attacking the woman's body" so if she wants to get rid of it, that's "basically self-defense". He compared it to shooting a home invader. So he supports abortion not as healthcare, but as killing a baby in self-defense

[status-quo-hater]

Y'know I'm so glad someone reminded me of this. Because this was also discussed.

My stepmother did NOT like the way her Libertarian Viking Neighbor framed pregnancy as the fetus "attacking the woman". She incredulously told him this was extremely disrespectful to expectant mothers to portray pregnancy as so violent and negative.

Libertarian Viking Neighbor's response was that people consensually hurt each other all the time, and "there's like a whole community about that, with the acronym the one that starts with a B" And his reasoning was that if the mother was consenting to bring attacked by the baby, it in fact wasn't violent and negative because there was consent.

He brought up people consensually hurting each other, didn't go for one of the obvious answers like boxing or body mods or something, no he went STRAIGHT TO BDSM and he DIDN'T EVEN REMEMBER THE ACRONYM

[low-res-hermits]

[Image ID: a low resolution screenshot of ImpulseSV in Limited Life. He is running across a grassland at night and facing away from the camera. End ID.]

[low-res-hermits]

hold on this might be a goat actually. when I first wrote the image description I felt so sure that it was impulse but now that I'm looking at it again it might be a goat

[low-res-hermits]

they're beating my ass in the notes

[kinuko]

[kaiserouo]

pov you see something alive after being alone for 40 years

[glowing-beetle]

Has this been done yet?

[lilyshootingstarr]

Bruce can't deal with mother's day.

He was a Mama's boy,and after his parents died he felt bitter even thinking about it,the pity on other people's eyes,the fact that he still ate dinner alone at the end of the day,the fact his house was so quiet he was going mad.

Little Bruce did not liked mother's day.

Now Bruce still can't deal with it,for a completely different readon.

His children,his babies don't talk to him anymore

They used to joke that Bruce was their mother,they would make the ugliest cake Bruce had ever seen and would give him handmade cards,it was happy, they were happy.

Bruce was alone again,there was no Alfred,no kids,no warm.

Alone in that big empty mansion, being no one's son, being no one's parent.

He never missed his mama this much since he was a kid.

Maybe he should go join her since no one's really going to miss him anyway.

(and maybe,when his kids go to the manor,and the only thing they see is a dead body,they would love him again.)

I was feeling particularly evil tonight,happy mother's day to all of you!

It's all @nikiexe0 fault if you cry,I've been reading way too much angst fanfic ദ്ദി( T ᗜ T )

[nikiexe0]

Since you blame me for everything, you gotta continue this >:(

/hj /nf

[lilyshootingstarr]

"Maybe it always supposed to feel like this" Bruce thought,he was sitting on the couch,not really paying attention to the news that were playing on the TV, Gotham had entered a peace era he didn't quite know what to do with.

It was quiet, awfully so,there wasn't even rain drops to make noise,it was a sunny day.

He didn't quite remember how his children stopped talking to him,it was quick he was sure of it, because if it was slow he would be able to prevent it.

He's Batman,he should've been able to prevent it.

He looked around the empty mansion like it had personally wronged him,he always hated this place,it was always quiet and full of terrible memories,passed down from generations and generations of old lonely men that didn't got an invite to Sunday dinner at their children's houses,the only thing they could've offer was that old pathetic house and bad memories.

Bruce wasn't so far behind them.

It disgusted him to think that he would leave this burden to another one of his children,this house was bad enough as it was,but he couldn't possibly have it turned into an Orphanage without having to bury the entire batcave down.

Maybe he was getting ahead of himself,he was barely 60.

Maybe the loneliness was getting to him,the worst way possible.

Or maybe he was just missing his mama way too much these past few days.

"I should go to the mausoleum, pay respect to my parents,or I should go adopt a dog of some sort,lord knows they don't abandon me." Bruce thought deprecatingly,it was the kids fault,he was too much to deal with,to much to stay for.

He thought of the old gun behind the weird painting of one of his late great-grandmother,the one that Alfred thought Bruce hadn't found yet,he did like he did most things inside of that house.

Maybe he would never get the chance of actually finding all of the weapons the ones that lived in this house hid.

Maybe he didn't want to.

[...]

"It would do no good to stay here,my knees aren't what they were back in the day" Bruce thought, it's been 8 hours since he started his day,6 since he sat on the couch without saying or really paying attention to anything,5:45 hours since he started to clean the entire house spotless, "just in case." He thought at the time.

And a couple of minutes since he went to the mausoleum to bring flowers to his mother.

He should've been talking,he always did,he would've talked about the kids achievements but he himself didn't know anything,he could've talked about Gotham and how better it was but his parents probably don't want to know anything about that.

So he stayed quiet,for the most part,the tears that fell from his eyes weren't quiet at all.

"I miss you,I miss the both of you,I miss buying presents in secret with dad and surprising you every 6am sharp mama,you always knew what present we got you didn't you?I think you always did,but you pretended to be surprised noneless,you would hug me and we would sleep all together on the same bed until Alfred got enough of us and called us all to breakfast." He said trough tears,it felt good, saying all of that to his parents,it was good memories, everything was good,why did it all have to change?

"I miss the children,I feel alone all the time, I know I deserve the silence,I know I don't deserve pity or a message.."

"But I want my family with me."

The mausoleum fell silent once again, the only sounds that could be heard was the sound of Bruce's sniffles,he was never good at being quiet when he was with his parents.

"Mama..can I go see you?Please,I swear I'll behave,I swear I'm a good boy,I won't ask for anything anymore,I won't throw tantrums when papa wants to take me to those awful parties anymore..just please..I need to rest" he begged, looking forward to his mother tombstone.

They didn't answer back,maybe that was answer enough,maybe the silence was answer enough.

"I'll be there by 5 mama..wait for me" he whispered, letting his shoulders drop in resolution

He was going to see his parents again,he didn't have to stay on that empty house again

He was going to celebrate mother's day with his mama again, finally.

I SUCK SO BAD AT WRITING DIALOGUES, SPECIALLY INTERNAL ONES BLE (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

Anyways, continuation continuation

Happy mother's day again everyone!!

[harvocel]

hail mary, full of--

[dear-ao3]

[megamindsupremacy]

yall think Grace ever got zoochosis. I’m imagining him walking in circles counting exactly how many steps it takes to go around the entire perimeter of his Dome ten times over while staring into the middle distance. meanwhile Rocky is shaking Adrian’s shoulders (?) going Honey We Have To Add Enrichment To His Enclosure. Adrian His Squishy Human Brain Is Melting. Do We Have Any Space Middle Schoolers To Throw At Him.

[occasionalauthoring]

the robins go cleaning out the attic or bat-basement and stumble upon a box with 7 thick scrapbooks with folded pages and papers sticking out. They all realise that each on is pretty much a “baby scrapbook” of their time as robin/Batman’s sidekick. Each page has a: “[kid’s name] punched their first thief,” “Today robin managed to do 20 pushups without stopping,” and little notes of Bruce’s love; along with photos on the job, photos with other hero’s, “robins first costume/first outing with mum Batman,” news clipping, drawings, kid photos, clues from cases etc (I can keep going on). Pretty much a mummy and me junk journal.

Pair this with them finding these after they fully cut him out of their lives and said they never wanted to see him agsin

It's been a year since anyone's spoken to Bruce. Slowly it's become the new normal, and they're finally settling into it.

He goes on a business trip out of the country, and they take their chance. They don't bother to avoid tripping the perimeter alarms, why should they? Bruce can know they're here, it changes nothing.

There's things left behind they seek out, pictures, trinkets, clothes they forgot to stuff into their bags. Everyone is digging through their old rooms, stubbornly ignoring the signs of life, the implication Bruce is still in here regularly he doesn't deserve to miss them.

The next step is the hallways, taking back pictures from their frames, they're the ones that took them anyway. Then up to the attic, for momentos they forgot they wouldn't be able to access on a whim anymore, and want to be able to again.

The scrapbooks don't look like something Bruce would make. They don't think anything of picking them up to flick through. Robin, Batgirl, their current vigilante names. From twenty years ago to two months ago.

He's still making them. The pictures aren't taken from up close anymore, but far away, cowl or security footage from distant vantage points. A overly attached observer, not family. Not anymore.

It sets them completely adrift. They just sit there, cradling their scrapbooks and wanting their dad.

Tim gets a call from his assistant at Drake Industries. "Bruce's trip was cancelled because of a bomb threat at the branch." The question of if he's alright gets stuck in throats. "He's fine. The board wants to advance now W.E. stock are in danger." His lip curls at the callous business.

The room returns to a solemn silence. What are they supposed to say? What are they supposed to do? What are they supposed to think in light of this? They left because Bruce's love wasn't enough for everything else. Not when sometimes, in light of his actions, they had to wonder if he even did.

This...

"Intruders don't usually just sit around." Looking behind them rewards them with the sight of Alfred looming at the top of the ladder. "Makes for a poor escape." Alfred. They haven't spoken to him much in the past year either. The butler's priority was Bruce.

"Alfred," Dick greets. "How have you been?"

"Master Bruce sent me ahead while he circles the block. He wishes to know if you're leaving or if this is a hostile takeover of the manor?"

"There isn't a block to circle," Jason snorts, and Alfred's eyes flash.

"Exactly."

"No takeover," Cass mumbles, clutching her scrapbook.

"Then Master Bruce's aimless drive gives you the opportunity to leave before he returns. Assuming you wiah to remain no contact?" No answer. He kisses his teeth, and descends the ladder once more. "You have ten minutes," drifts up to them, before he departs.

They take the scrapbooks. How could they leave them behind? On their way out, they pass Bruce's towncar. He pulls over to allow their collection of cars by, and that's that.

Until a week later, the morning after Damian took down Bane independently. He wakes up and reaches for the scrapbook, something of a habit that developed over the past days. It isn't there.

It isn't anywhere in his flat.

A furious text to the groupchat causes a flurry of panic, when accusations switch to realisations when everyone finds their own gone too.

It's not hard to figure out where they went.

Now the question that remains is do they break no contact, or do they let Bruce get away with taking back their scrapbooks?

[brellstudiosart]

the obligatory trolley problem post

[occudo]

Guess who finished the Project Hail Mary book and rewatched the movie?

[shrugsinchinese]

Wishing everyone a very Happy Earth Day with Stratt, who always put Earth first! 🌏🌱

[salvadorbonaparte]

I wish I could go to a doctor and just list every single symptom I ever experienced no matter how small and unconnected they seem and the doctor is nice and patient and knows everything and they nod and smile and explain that every symptom I ever experienced is connected to like one rare and often overlooked issue that's sooooo easy to fix with like. a pill. and then I never have to worry about anything ever again.