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How about The Beggar Queen by Lloyd Alexander? Ruritanian war story set in an eighteenth-century-Europe style kingdom, with all sorts of people from all different social classes getting caught up in the political maelstrom. It's well-drawn while maintaining that '80s fantasy conciseness, and even though it's the end of a trilogy, I followed it and was invested.

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Friendship is me and @iamfitzwilliamdarcy having two simultaneous, parallel conversations in different apps, both about how good Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice (2016, dir. Zack Snyder) is.

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for you! for you I will share the little bit of an attempt at bat fic!!!

terry gets stuck in the past and goes to past bruce for help. long story short, what was supposed to happen was that they have some adventures and when he gets back to the present, bruce’s relationship with the rest of the batfam is JUST A BIT improved.

Where Terry was from, Bruce Wayne was—alone. 

He was a hard man to get along with, and the best way to do so was to not expect too much that the old man simply couldn’t give. If you weren’t expecting a father, you weren’t disappointed when you got only the Batman. And Terry had had a father; he wasn’t looking for that from Mr. Wayne. 

But this Bruce Wayne… he was a father. A whole slew of kids, looking up to him, running around and filling up the towering Wayne Manor. 

The corners seemed less dusty. The hallways less quiet. The kitchen less cold. 

Where had he gone wrong to lose all these people that cared about him?

Terry and Mr. Wayne had been tracking a guy named Chronos—he’d said they’d met before, but Terry didn’t remember him—when he was unceremoniously dumped in a portal. He found himself in a place that was familiar, but not… too familiar. 

It was Gotham, but if you stripped away all the newer bits. This Gotham was Victorian, Gothic, all pointy towers and gargoyles. And Wayne Manor, towering on a hill above the city, fit right in. 

So Terry McGinnis showed up at Bruce Wayne’s doorstep. 

An older man in a butler uniform opened the door. He stood ramrod straight. He only got halfway through his greeting before stopping mid sentence.

“I’m from the future,” Terry explained. “I think I need Mr. Wayne’s help.”

A guy—maybe ten years older than Terry was himself—crossed the hallway as Terry said this. He was half undressed and had a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. He stopped to look out the door. 

“He looks just like him,” the man said in a breathless voice. 

“He certainly does, Master Richard.”

Terry watched them watch him. “So, Mr. Wayne?” he asked. “I need his help. Specifically.”

“You said you were from the future?” asked the half-dressed man. Richard, Terry supposed. He pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth and pointed it at Terry. 

“Yeah, I…” started Terry. “Listen, I’m not really sure how much I should tell you.”

The older man exchanged a look with Richard. “He’s going to love this,” said the younger man. “Don’t worry about it, Alfred. I’ll take him to Bruce.”

“My name’s Dick,” the younger man explained, taking Terry through the manor. He did not stop to put on a shirt. “If you’re worried about what you think I don’t know, don’t worry, I know all of it.”

“It’s not that, so much as…” 

“If it’s about the future, yeah, keep that to yourself.”

The manor Dick led Terry through was still a little stuffy and Gothic and dark, but the drapes were open. What little light could come in did so. 

A few boys and girls of various ages crossed their paths and gave Terry funny looks. 

“Here for Bruce,” was all Dick offered for explanation. 

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Happy birthday!! 25 is a fun year! <3

Thank you Katie!! I am so glad!!! I keep thinking of it as my 1989 year haha which, by that measure, means it will be VERY fun and also have one or two crises in it. 

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iamfitzwilliamdarcy replied to your post “HI FRIENDS I’ve been trying to decide what day of the week would be...”

friday is the day i am NOT on tumblr we will be like two ships passing in the night

lol so far I have broken every rule I’ve set for myself, so I no longer have any idea what’s going on.

The important thing is I’ve spent 95% less time on social media and then only in small increments at the beginning or end of the day when I don’t have anything else I ought to be doing, so if that keeps up, I’m happy

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anyway Voldemort has bad reviews on glassdoor: one time i made a mistake at work and the boss/owner kidnapped my child and tried to make him murder his principal. i'm very independently wealthy so idk why i even work here

OH MY GOSSHHHHHH LUCIUSSSS

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iamfitzwilliamdarcy replied to your post:I’m trying to teach myself to play spoons and...

i stared at this a long time thinking it was about the card game (which i mean like….definitely Powerful but couldn’t figure out how to teach yourself by yourself)

Nah I just wanna be this lady when I grow up