Nomoremysery

El autor es un desastre sin arregló. I have no idea what I'm doing English is not my first language, Multi fandom, Fluid gender

[puppiegracie]

actually i will start crying again if I think about the fact that it really didn't take robby all that much to open up. that it really took just the slightest tap and he was breaking. duke really seeing him, fully acknowledging the severity of his shit, talking quiet, extending empathy, extending friendship and connection.

and it didn't take that fucking much. he didn't have to torture it out of Robby. he was just firm and kind. not beating around the bush like jack has done and not harsh like dana and not vague like cassie.

saying I see what you're doing. I know what you're thinking. are you sure?

and that's all it took to get a little more out of Robby. a moment of actual genuine vulnerability. a verbal admittance of how bad it's starting to get. how much he needs this hospital but how much it's killing him.

and it is partially because Robby is so tired, and it gets so hard. he's keeping up all his anger to mask the hurt but that's exhausting. and it's harder and harder to keep it back. so the second a listening ear is extended by someone who's been safe for him he's laying it out. oh Robby they could never make me hate you. what a deeply human character.

[whatagrump]

Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because they’re used to writing essays rather than prose. I don’t wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesn’t offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (“dialogue tag” just refers to phrases like “he said,” “she whispered,” “they asked”):

“For most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and don’t capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,” she said.

“But what if you’re using a question mark rather than a period?” they asked.

“When using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless it’s a proper noun!” she snapped.

“When breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,” she said, “use commas.”

“This is a single sentence,” she said. “Now, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so there’s no comma after ‘she said.’”

“There’s no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.” She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.

[thewritinggrindstone]

And!

“If you’re breaking dialogue up with an action tag”—she waves her hands back and forth—”the dashes go outside the quotation marks.”

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

Reblog to save a writer’s life.

[jaydove-writes]

Thank you

[localcanadiancryptid22]

Oh my god thank you. No wonder grammarly keeps complaining about my punctuation when I boot my writing up into word counter

[lilybug-02]

“Yippie!” I said, while simultaneously writing notes down like a crazed beast.

[bubblybloob]

“Everyone reblog this,” whispered the wretched gremlin living under your bed.

[i-will-help-you-swim]

Reblog if you think asexuality is a legitimate sexuality.

I'm trying to prove something.

[cmoon-rabbit4-blog]

Reblog if your blog is a safe place for asexuals.

[nightfox321]

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

[wandixx]

Welcome to the safe Ace agenda place. Make yourself home and I hope you enjoy garlic bread

[kitsunesongs]

I mean, I'm ace, so...

[periguita]

Totally legitimate. Like every other sexuality, it’s a spectrum.

[fource-of-red-deactivated202605]

live laugh love asexuals

[unnamed-enby]

i am proudly asexual

[touchofhemlocktea]

Aroace here.

[petrerpkr]

Nobody on this godforsaken site can convince me to hate Bruce Wayne. If I had to choose between keeping the BatFamily alive or Bruce, I'm still choosing my goth detective.

[nigaki]

There's no Batfam without Bruce anyway.

You can creat new Robins to throw at Bruce to fill the void, but you can't replace Batman.

[deritrymercy]

I... uh yeah, why not

[tboyabbot]

"rabbot finally getting some food" "hucklerobby eating good tonight"

girl, the food has suicidal tendencies

[elissagothicity]

I'm a Ghostbat shipper, but I don't believe in nothing such as" Ghostmaker part of the Batfamily"

Khoa goes to Gotham to see Bruce. If he meet any of Bruce's useless brats of annoying allies along the way, he ignores them. If they try talk to him, he tells them to get lost.

He enters the Batcave through one of the 90 secret tunnels Bruce has scattered around, and if any Justice League member is there discussing matters Khoa doesn't care about, he simply walks in as if he lived there, starts spinning in Bruce's chair, drinks coffee straight from his half-full mug, reads his notes, eats a piece of his protein bar, and fixes the Batmobile, all to assert dominance.

And if Superman specifically is there, he tries to mentally project "World's Finest my ass" with enough force for the alien to develop the ability to read minds.

[dykespeare-deactivated20181228]

reblog if ur mom is smart and beautiful

[confident-fear]

This is one of my favorite sites on here because everyone who reblogged it truly believes it because their moms won’t actually see it

[deritrymercy]

How am I supposed to feel if my family is aphobic?

[deritrymercy]

I never finished this

[deritrymercy]

Bruce is alone, his children don't want him around because he's suffocating them with his authority, the Justice League excluded him for exploding on a mission when they didn't follow the plan and it almost cost the lives of many people so they kick him off League missions and he doesn't have access like Batman to the Watchtower so he can fix his mental problems. The audacity of saying that just makes he want to lunge at someone and punch them in the face.

But he takes it very professionally and calmly, he distances himself from everyone and doesn't answer any of their calls, if they hate his paranoid attitude to prevent disasters so much (because that's what everyone wants, right?)

So he proposes to be what he was before Batman or Brucie, and that is to simply be Bruce.

Bruce begins to wander around the city (which for some strange reason has remained quiet, as if a beast had fallen asleep around him), revisits an old bakery he used to visit with his parents, and before he went abroad, has a very pleasant chat with a lady in the supermarket about why there is only one checkout open when there are a lot of people.

So he goes to the old basketball court where he and Ethan used to play when they were young, not knowing when he finds himself surrounded by people playing and laughing like they haven't been for a long time.

He dares to go to a bar alone, to enjoy the night and without having to do a Brucie act, he enjoys the party without overdoing it and finds an old classmate from medical school, they start chatting and go to his apartment to continue talking more comfortably and without so much noise in between, just the two of them and anecdotes to remember when they were studying together.

After those days he begins to reconnect with old friends from the galas, from abroad, and people he met in his adolescence in Gotham City.

He invites them to his house, because the mansion was never his home again after his parents died for dinner, to hang out and chat; he is surrounded by people at his table, which is crowded and noisy, but not because of arguments.

Bruce finally feels comfortable and loved, not for what it means to be Batman the knight of Gotham, or for the stupid things he does as Brucie; they simply accept him as Bruce, a conflicted man who tries not to choke on expressing how he feels (because he struggles to express that he needs help, that he needs company, and he doesn't know how to ask for it).

Because to them he is simply Bruce Wayne, not merely a rich man who lets Gotham City rot in crime, nor Batman, a hero who fights for justice, or one of the leaders of the Justice League; not a demanding mentor who seeks perfection so that they don't become like him; not a tactless father to his children; Bruce Wayne is not just a friend, a partner, a companion, he is simply a person who has also suffered in a world where they have wanted to devour him alive and take away everything that makes him who he is.

Because before being a hero or a father, he was simply Bruce Wayne.

[deritrymercy]

I was rummaging through my art and found this

[tuherrus]

maybe my resolution can be to take better care of myself.....

[deritrymercy]

Fuck it all.

While Bruce was doing his training around the world, he was in honey badger mode because no one in their right mind would put up with that much crap.

[deritrymercy]

They're still on my mind

bangs his head against the wall

[deritrymercy]

I'm alive!

Where I live they're finally going to publish the land of the lustrous, so that's why I drew it.

[robs-your-robins]

Call me crazy but I think Bruce is actually very low key about the interviews and ways he appears in the media after he becomes a dad. But in his youth, he would literally take the most embarrassing and revealing interviews where he said literally anything that came into his head and stripped down for photoshoots. And while he is embarrassed by it, secretly it was fun because he didn't have to think or take himself or life seriously. But that wasn't a good look when he was raising young children so he stopped.

And the kids will often tease him, calling him old or "past it" or telling him that they're going to put him out to pasture and he knows that it's all just teasing. But Dick starts as a model, signing up with Dior or some sports brand and it's a success. You can't walk anywhere in Gotham without seeing Dick Grayson, looking down the camera in a suit, with that model pout and while his sibling make fun of him, they're proud of him. But the kids start teasing Bruce because he must be so jealous that Dick's campaign has so much following and sales and Bruce is yesterday's news. Bruce isn't jealous but his pride is at stake. He reaches for the phone.

Gotham wakes a few days later to Bruce Wayne's Calvin Klein advert splashed over a every bus, on the side of buildings and the newstands are full of magazines. Bruce in the usual Calvin Klein fashion, smiling like he's still that misguided billionaire. And you know what, he had fun on set, joking with photographers and having a laugh. He goes on talk shows, takes interviews and the old Bruce, giggly, sweet and complete media gold, returns and it's like sunshine after a long winter. His campaign obliterates Dick's completely. He donates all money from the campaign he makes to charity. He still has it.

[gothstarbat]

Yess, let's not forget that Bruce is considered the most elegible bachelor in Gotham, the billionaire playboy. The fact he had kids didn't erase the sentiment but only made the Gothamites hide it better as their precious little Prince was trying to get away from that image, and they would do anything for him, but now that he is embracing it again? It's anarchy.

I wrote something to continue with the idea so I will leave it here 🏃‍♀️

Bruce takes a sip of his coffee, uncaring of the scalding liquid, flipping quickly through his morning newspaper before having to attend the absurd amount of meetings he has planned for the day at WE.

"B!"

The voice carries itself around the manor until reaching Bruce, who just takes another sip, not even lifting his gaze from the paper.

"Good morning you too Dick" He says casually to himself, barely flinching when the door of the kitchen slams aggressively against the wall, leaving a dent that will surely make Alfred tsk in distaste later.

Too much for a calm morning.

"How dare you?!" Dick is standing at the other end of the table, both hands resting over the surface and face contorted into an affronted expression, his right hand gripping something that looks extremely alike to the newest number of Gotham Gazette.

"Good morning son"

"How dare you?!" Dick repeats.

"How dare I what?" Bruce finally closes the newspaper, taking a last gulp of his coffee (and if he does it to hide a shit-eating grin from his eldest nobody has to know it), and standing up to start his day as Bruce Wayne, CEO of WE and tired proud father of seven.

"You know what you did!"

Bruce hums pensively, "care to refresh it for me?"

He can feel Dick's rapid steps following behind him towards the garage, "you can't just appear naked at every billboard in Gotham!"

Bruce takes calmly the keys of the black Porsche, saying in an even more calm voice, "not only Gotham, Metropolis and Bludhaven also".

"Tha- that doesn't make it better!"

Dick looks feral, still wearing his police uniform and electric blue eyes wide with anger.

But not towards Bruce.

Never towards Bruce.

"Jake from the station had to give me THESE for me to even know you had taken a photoshoot with Calvin Klein!" He shakes the magazine in the air, as if it had personally insulted him.

Bruce let's out a short breath, the closest thing to a laugh he would ever give, "but I'm not naked Dick" he points out.

Dick can only splutter, "bu- but... Dad!" He opens the magazine in his hand, a high resolution picture of Bruce's chesy and criminally low Calvin Klein boxers occupying the majority of the page, the barest hint of a pointy smile at the edge of the image.

(Naked if you asked his kids, who had only ever seen him in fitted shirts and high turtlenecks; and overdressed, if you asked 21-years-old Brucie Wayne, who had one time strip teased in front of Gotham's mayor.)

And Bruce obviously recognizes the photo, is the one splashed at one side of WE main building, hung barely one day after the photoshoot and funnily the least scandalous one.

"Don't you like it? I thought it had come out pretty good, Michael was delighted with the results", Michael had been more than delighted, almost fainting with some of the more... spicy ones.

The sound of a motorbike engulfs Dick's next words, and soon the thunderous voice of his second eldest and the child-like one of his youngest reach the duo.

"Old man! What is the meaning of this?!" Bruce smiles at the sight of them both.

"Jason! Damian! Alfred has made some cookies so feel free to take them, they're your favorite Jaylad, double chocolate chips" he knows he is ignoring the elephant in the room.

Dick is glaring viciously to the back of his head, Jason is gritting his teeth, and Damian has clung to the side of his leg with one hand, snarling at the sight of the Gotham Gazette in Dick's hands.

"Be gone Grayson with that foolishness" a hand over his shoulder stops him from unleashing the Katana on his back, "no mortal eyes are worthy of Baba's beauty", a shine of possessiveness creeps into his eyes, tainting his emerald eyes Lazarus green.

So similar to Jason's current ones.

"What were you even thinking B?"

"Don't you know the amount of creeps out there and how dangerous they could be?"

"How would you think that this was a good idea?!"

Bruce sighs fondly at Jason. He knows that the words come from a place of care, of concern for him.

But Bruce has been spending the last weeks of his life hearing about his lacks and "oldness", how Gotham is finally tired of their Prince, and as much as he has fought against it it has all felt like a punch to a pride he didn't even know he still conserved.

A pride he had killed when he had kneeled in a puddle of blood at the age of 8.

A pride that rebirthed in the form of Brucie Wayne, Gotham's beloved playboy and philanthropist billionaire.

And a pride he had caged when he had adopted a small bundle of joy and hope called Dick Grayson.

So he just hums and slides a hand through Damian's hair, soothing his youngest worries and cute pout, before throwing the most exasperated glare he can to his two oldest kids, letting that blossoming pride mix with something more akeen to him. To Bruce Wayne.

Pettiness.

"If you go low I can go even lower"

He quickly grabs a confused Damian and slides into the car, turning it on and putting his kid in the back seat, safe and secure, and driving out of the garage, ignoring the shouts of indignation that follow them.

"Where are we going Father?" Damian is curious about the road they're taking, not one that leads to WE.

"I think habibi, that you and me deserve an ice cream"

It's only fair to reward the only kid that didn't call him "grandpa".