I need to see this movieâŚ
Its like this but Godzilla actually does show up
Wait this is some galaxy brain shit actually, I'm gonna have to start doing this.
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I need to see this movieâŚ
Its like this but Godzilla actually does show up
Wait this is some galaxy brain shit actually, I'm gonna have to start doing this.
I honestly pray for this every single day
Something eternal. a birthday present for @japyjazzz !
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The idea of Bruce with a baby breaks my heart because what if one day on patrol, a baby is found abandoned or at a crime scene and the Bat just cradles that baby, wrapped in his cape and even the GCPD are stunned because, yes they have seen the Bat caring and attentive to children but this is new because he's gone so still, so quiet and caring.
The baby is placed in foster care and Bruce Wayne gets the call to be an emergency foster parent. Bruce insists on taking care of the baby and won't even go down to the cave because its too cold for the little guy. The other Bats go from curiosity to downright confusion because Bruce won't do bat-related stuff because of this baby. They start to think it is some sort of alien rogue that has taken over their dad's brain.
But the baby is eventually reunited with relatives a day or so later and Bruce says his goodbyes. His kids notice how quiet he is and eventually, somebody demands to know what is going on. Bruce just shrugs, 'it was nice to see what it would have been like'. He means raise a baby, because all of his kids came to him as eight years old, twelve, thirteen and so forth. Bruce loves them, he would never think less of them as his own because they were raised by others until they came to him. But for that night, he had allowed himself to imagine what it would have been like, to have been there from the start.
#NO ONE UNDERSTANDS HOW BADLY I NEED THIS#thinking about Bruce who never planned to be a parent at ALL#never planned to be ALIVE at all#but then you get a kid. you get two. you get five. they don't know what to do with you and you don't know what to do with them#because no one raised you. not fully. not right.#Bruce having a baby means he'd get a CHOICE.#they won't have to fight or crawl or die. theyâd just be loved.#don't look at me.
@bruciemilf your tags add so much to this.
Personally, I can picture the kids, after hearing that revelation- that confession - and showing a different side of themselves around Bruce. A little more dependence on him. A hard-to-open jar here, asking for a story there. It wonât be the same, sure, but it binds them in a way that they werenât before.
Bruce will always be the main mentor figure in their lives - be it a father, a teacher, father-figure, or anything else in between. But by depending on him this way - not related to the mission or anything from âthat worldâ - heals something between all of them.
And isnât there such a beauty in all of this? That the one that wasnât raised right - at least not fully - forms a family so much bigger than anyone couldâve possibly imagined. There is pain and loss in all of them, yes, but oh boy, is there love.
Even Alfred comes around more. Maybe he will never openly apologize to Bruce for the past, but he might say something along the lines of âFor too long, you deserved better, my boyâ
dan and phil reveal the truth (but like actually this time)
A spoon's only objective in life is to make soup go upwards, and it knows this. That's why when you put one under a running tap it blasts the water way high. The spoon thinks there's suddenly TONS of soup to deal with and it freaks out.
OP I want you to know I think of this post every single time I have to wash a spoon.
so funny when 20yo women belittle women in their late 20s, girl that is gonna be you in a time span thatâs gonna feel like 3 seconds
âpushing 30 and [having a hobby]â well yes
I'm a very big fan of the âone of the ways Batman fights crime is by making the bad guys afraid he could be anywhereâ. The âheâs not in every shadow, but he could be in any shadowâ thing.
I think it would be fun to mix that with the way the rest of the batfam is drawn when they're in shadows:
the glowy eyes and splashes of vibrant colour, especially with Nightwing's symbol looking like it's actually reflective.
So now I'm thinking:
imagine if Gothamites realized that dangerous people get really uneasy when they keep seeing things that, out of the corner of their eye, might look like a vigilante. To the point that they avoid areas where, let's say, an old poster on the wall is just that shade of yellow that keeps jumpscaring them every time they turn. Or that old trash can that still has a patch of green paint that hasn't peeled away yet. Not even realizing what makes them nervous, just knowing that a particular place makes them jumpy. Stuff like that.
So to keep themselves a little safer Gothamites just start⌠adding little things like that in their neighborhoods. Nothing that outright references the Bats - stuff like that might get vandalised or just lose the effect if it's recognised, but things like:
- plants on window sills in flower pots or vases in bright colors
- little shiny trinkets in the windows that just might be mistaken for a flash of a utility belt
- colorful curtains get very popular for children's bedrooms
- someone sticking a piece of blue reflective vinyl on a chimney visible from the street, so that as you walk you see a little flash of electric blue when the light from streetlights hits it just right
- people painting a pair of dots with glow-in-the-dark white paint high up on walls by fire escapes or in dark alleys, that look like glowing eyes
So basically I want Gothamites to invent protective charms and amulets which have exactly zero supernatural properties and arenât intended to have any, but still very much work lmao
its always âyou murdered your husband for his fortune and his landâ and âyouâre a monsterâ and never âyour black silk mourning gown looks niceâ or âwas the poisoning fun it looked like funâÂ
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For me, censorship laws are a lot like the death penalty. There are people I wish would die, but I don't want the government to have any say over who lives or dies (because then they can stretch laws out to justify killing someone they dont like). There are stories that I think are reprehensible and should have never been written, but I don't want the government to have any say over which stories are reprehensible (because then they can stretch out what they deem wrong out to fit anything they don't like)
I lived and worked in a lighthouse at a previous job. There was a thick line painted in a circle around the shack where the fog signal was kept. The line represented how close you could get to the fog signal without experiencing physical harm in the form of eardrums shattering or worse.
Even in the house it was LOUD. Probably the loudest thing I have ever experienced but at a normal, predictable interval. You would begin to time your sentences with little pauses with the rest of the lighthouse crew so you would talk like this while making yourâŚâŚâŚ..HORNâŚâŚâŚâŚ. tea and then carry on talking because you knew when it would go off. It rattled the walls and the dishes in our cabinet.
At least one girl had died there. They kept photos of her everywhere âin honor of her sacrificeâ because she had decided to take the winter watch alone and died in a storm where bounders the size of mini vans had been lifted out of the ocean and left scattered across the island, to say nothing of the ice chunks. People werenât allowed to be alone on the watch after that.
One day a dead moose washed up on shore and it took my entire crew all day but we managed to rig up a line to hang it up to dry because we thought having a moose skeleton in the house would really spice the living room up a bit. It did. Weird shit happens when six of you are left alone, like ALONE ALONE, no cell reception, no wifi, just a radio to contact the real world and not a lot of reason to do that. People donât go on lighthouse jobs if they want to stay connected, Iâve found.
That said Id do it all again, I really do treasure those days
you know you couldâve just said âno they donât have wifiâ and that wouldâve answered the question
But then you wouldnt have known about the moose
my dog came and got me while I was getting ready for work this morning, and she was signaling that it was Very Urgent. I followed her downstairs thinking something was wrong with my senior dog or my partner but the minute my foot hit the bottom step my partner loudly asked "Did she come get you, too?"
"She did, what's wrong?"
"She wants you to look at the frog."
"...The frog?"
"Yeah. The frog."
"There's a frog?"
"on the window, yeah"
so she was standing in the corner staring at me VERY expectantly and somewhat impatiently, so I walked over and she immediately turned her attention back to the window and sure enough. very high up. and very small. there was a frog.
keep in mind that bigfoot himself could be in the yard outside and this dog Would Not Care. but god forbid a frog catches a vibe on the window I guess. anyway. glad my dog deemed this worthy of my attention
sometimes when reading classic superhero porn fic scenario "hero is auctioned off to a group of bad guys who are bidding for the right to do evil đ things to them đ" i'm like i love this but man it's so common, who started this trope? what porn fic got this thing going? is it from the livejournal era, perhaps? from the days of print zines? and then i pick up an innocent dc comic to read and like okay nevermind dc was stroking it to that idea before any of us got the chance to invent it
The answer to âwhere did superhero comics fandom get this weird/fucked up and/or porn fantasy fic trope is always, always âan actual real comic that Marvel or DC actually published.â