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[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Have you heard the good word about the Pembrokeshire walrus yet?

This walrus is fucken lost.

But Wales has lost its collective shit about it. They're generally keeping its location secret to keep people away, but we get updates every day if it's still here, if it's happy, if it's healthy. We think it was in Ireland about two weeks ago, which is interesting, because it is not actually native to Ireland either. Why is it here? No one knows.

It seems to like Pembrokeshire beaches.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

I regret to inform you all that the walrus is a delinquent.

In attempting to climb aboard a dinghy in Tenby it capsized it.

It then proceeded to Tenby harbour where it tried to climb aboard a fishing boat.

Incredibly, this is not an April Fools

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Today on English People RUIN Everything, a bunch of English tourists from Essex and Leeds broke covid-19 regulations and travelled to Tenby over Easter to try and see Wally (so named after Where's Wally) and crowded him with jet skis and surfboards and stuff, so he's not been seen since Monday. We don't know yet if he's moved to a secluded spot again, or left Wales entirely.

But, you know, I doubt we were going to have Wally for much longer anyway, since they need to head back home again at some point. Godspeed, Wally. May your fish be ever plentiful.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

The English went back home and Wally came back to Tenby! We stan a true Welsh icon, folks.

Some facts about Wally:

She is named after Where’s Wally because she is hard to spot

She was previously in Ireland, and then secluded beaches in Pembrokeshire, but has really taken a shine to Tenby, which is a delightful village

She has a scar on one flipper but it’s long-healed and doesn’t seem to bother her

She is the southern-most walrus ever spotted in the wild!

The current theory as to how she got here is that she fell asleep on an ice floe that drifted south, but she’s not bothered about returning yet

She’s believed to be two years old

Her gender is still a bit of a mystery but we seem to be leaning female

This story on Wales Online claims she’s believed to be male, but then uses female pronouns. It also features a video of some Welsh people chatting about Wally, including a child whose first language is very clearly Welsh and by the end of his part is struggling to think of things to say about the walrus in English.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

WALLY UPDATE!!

The Western Telegraph has opted for male pronouns, and is being very firm that Wally is male, although other news outlets are still all over the place. But what has Wally been up to the past few days?

He is rapidly gaining weight, and is still giving no cause for concern to either of the organisations watching him (which are the RSPCA a bit and Welsh Marine Life Rescue a lot; this is funny though because a walrus is so far outside of the wheelhouse of either of those organisations like we’re all just guessing here, lads)

His delinquent ways have continued - he has now attempted to climb onto multiple buoys (all unsuccessfully) and at one point nearly got a mooring rope stuck around his neck. 

Has he learned from this?

FOLKS HE HAS NOT!

He is now a Fashion Icon. He has surfaced multiple times wearing accessories in his moustache. Mostly this has been shells, but three days ago he upped his fashion game by wearing this starfish:

What an Icon.

The photographer of this picture, one Amy Compton who has been Wally’s official photographer since the start, has been making these delightful Wally masks (inset). They sell for £5, of which £1 goes to Welsh Marine Life Rescue. If you would like your own Wally mask, contact her here!

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

My mother came for a visit today and we checked and Tenby is an hour away from me, so we went for a Lovely Day Trip to Find a Walrus.

Friends, I took the shittest photo there has ever been of a Walrus. But I absolutely did get to see em.

A lifeboat wandered by to check em out at one point, and ey just... sank. Just dropped below the surface like Homer Simpson moving backwards into a hedge. After a while the boat left, and Wally surfaced again.

I can now confirm that ey really, really likes blowing water around like a whale, and also kept eyeing up that buoy next to em.

Also, I had entirely forgotten how comically beautiful Tenby is, but that's an aside

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Time for a Wally Update!!!

It's only a little one, but apparently we're getting Serious about this walrus, lads - the police are now stepping in to say that anyone interfering with Wally (examples of this interference to date: throwing things at him, taking boats and paddle boards out to him, throwing fish overboard to tempt him closer, etc) is committing a criminal offence and we must send evidence of Assholes to them. So that's fun!

Meanwhile, the tense stand-off between the RNLI and Wally continues over Who Gets To Use The Lifeboat Slipway. Here is a picture of Wally in full delinquent mode.

What a public menace.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Time for the weekly Wally news!

Here is the problem with 2,500 lbs of predatory sea potato using the slipway of a lifeboat station as a spa bed: sometimes, canoeists get in trouble near Stackpole and need rescuing and then some underwhelmed Welsh coast guard is going to have to try to chase said predatory sea potato off the slipway so they can launch the boat.

Here is the problem with that scenario: an underwhelmed Welsh coast guard basically views 2,500 lbs of predatory sea potato as a sort of ornery gelatinous cow, and so will try to do this with, and I am not making this up, a broom. But a ton of overgrown seal has no fear of brooms, so the attempt is not entirely successful under time-sensitive conditions while canoeists are actively drowning 10 miles away.

Solution? An air horn.

Which did work long enough to get the boat out, and then Wally clambered back aboard barely minutes later and fell asleep again. So trick learned, I guess.

Anyway, since I've apparently become Tumblr's primary Wally journalist, I thought I'd go for a cheeky visit again today so I could report on their condition FIRST HAND (you're all welcome, I have incredible integrity). Today I tried using a binocular over my phone camera with was extremely stressful and moderately successful - and I have two pieces of NEWS.

Story the First

Two dinghies with divers aboard suddenly turned up and sailed right up to them. There are Welsh Marine Life Rescue volunteers everywhere, and one woman immediately yelled "YOU ARE TOO CLOSE. MOVE AWAY."

Everyone on the cliff went silent. The boats went closer.

"YOU ARE BREAKING THE LAW," yelled the beachmaster. "MOVE AWAY."

Tumblrs, they did not.

"CAN YOU HEAR ME?" she yelled. "MOVE AWAY."

At which point, the whole fucken cliff starts joining in, because Welsh people are Like That.

"Move away!"

"Leave 'im alone, mun!"

"Move away, butt, what you doing!"

"He's the size of an 'orse, bois, can't you see 'im from here?!"

"Bloody move you fucks, you'll scare 'im away again!"

(That last one was, I swear, an eighty year old woman.)

The boats, suddenly being yelled at by a whole cliff of Welsh people, sailed away. Later, we followed the beachmaster who was now on a mission, and found her with a couple of community police officers ripping the shit out of the divers. It was very satisfying.

Story the Second

I mentioned my binocular and phone trick. It came in handy. At first it gave me some very satisfying shots for a distance picture on a phone camera:

But, you know, whatever.

But THEN I got this picture:

which I got 0.256778 seconds before that majestic Arctic beast of purest beautiful nature untamed FELL OFF THE SIDE OF THE SLIPWAY LIKE A CAT THAT GOT TOO CLOSE TO A TABLE EDGE

Wally was fine, the seagull to the right was traumatised.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

This is not an update as such but my friend Chris who I took with me to get the scoop on Wally on Sunday had a real camera with him, and he has produced a WAY better photo than I did, and I want you all to see Just How Louche a Walrus is capable of looking:

Handsome boi

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Okay, so this post went from 24,000 notes to 40,000 overnight, and I am getting a lot of important scientific queries about Wally! So I shall call upon my expertise as a skilled journalist of huge integrity and also a genuine, actual lecturer in environmental science to answer them all as best I can. I shall also use pictures.

1. When did this happen?

I have included many links in this thread to news articles on Wally, each of which is dated, so you can check those for accurate dates; but, xe turned up in Ireland in March 2021, and then made hir way to Pembrokeshire, Wales end of March. Xe reached Tenby a week or so later in April, and now refuses to leave. As of this update (6th May, 2021) xe’s still there and chillin’ - my friend Chris’ louche photo there was taken on Sunday the 2nd May. 

I shall date all updates from now on. Apologies for this uncharacteristic lapse in my journalistic performance. I have let Wally down.

2. “Oh my god do you guys call Waldo Wally?!??”

Folks!! Folks so many of you are doing this!!! But here’s the thing!!!

Where’s Wally is a British series and that’s the original name!!! It has been translated and regionalised around the world, and the name was changed in 28 of them!! A sizeable number don’t even sound like ‘Wally’!!! In France he’s Charlie! In Lithuania he’s Jonas! In Arabic versions he’s Fuḍūlī!!!

Yet only one nationality is repeatedly reacting with astonishment while assuming theirs is the one true original version!!! Guess which one!!! You have to stop!!! Especially the few who have responded with out and out swearing and aggression when I’ve explained!!! THIS POST IS ABOUT A WALRUS!!!!

3. Is Wally okay in Wales? Does xe need to leave/be moved?

Xe’s currently fine - an Arctic walrus can handle water temperatures of up to 15 degrees celsius, which West Wales is certainly currently accommodating. Xe was also distressingly underweight when first spotted fresh off the ice floe, but we’ve been monitoring hir health and xe’s roughly doubled hir bodyweight and is very healthy. I asked the fishmonger in Tenby if xe’s affecting the catch and the nice man said no and sold me a lemon sole for my mam. So right now, Wally is doing great, all needs met, with no real clashes with other stakeholders (i.e. fishers and that) except for, you know, the one (i.e. the lifeboat people).

However, high summer in Wales is warm enough that the sea will top the temperature threshold. So, we’re expecting Wally to leave by hirself in a month or so, if xe doesn’t decide to move sooner. Whether xe decides to swim all the way back home, or xe starts just moving north along the western coast and next turns up in the Isle of Mann or Scotland to continue hir holiday of the Celtic Ring remains to be seen. But, xe’ll do it hirself eventually, so it’s down to us to just keep hir happy and healthy for as long as xe chooses to stay.

4. I think Wally is female!

Yeah, maybe

5. I think Wally is male!

Very possibly

6. I think walruses have no concept of gender!

Almost definitely

7. What’s Walrus in Welsh?

They’re not native, so the Cymricisation “walrws” is getting a lot of use - but, Welsh is nothing if not poetic, so in official literature it’s “morfarch”, which means “sea stallion” or “sea knight” depending on your dialect.

8. Did they really use a broom and an airhorn on Wally?!

Here is a forlorn coast guard attempting to shift hir with a broom:

And here is the same coastguard attempting to shift hir with an airhorn:

9. I cannot believe this walrus is a delinquent!!!

Very well. Here is Wally’s criminal case file, including photographic evidence of two boarded boats and hir mugshot:

[gothamcoast]

*wants 2 make content for batlantern* *doesnt actually want to make it* when can i just project what i see in my head onto a post

[starfanatic-deactivated20250812]

Something I’ve noticed in a lot of DCAU movies, Hal sees this big and powerful villain and then recklessly attacks them and ends up getting his ass kicked.

However imagine if it was the other way around. The big villain laughs when Kyle/Jessica/Guy says that Hal is their reinforcement.

“This puny human? Your fate is sealed” or something like that. The green lanterns all give each other a knowing look before Hal kicks the loving SHIT out of them. And he’s not even trying too hard 💀

[wajjs]

it’s always “Hal, what did you do”, but never “Hal, how do you do?”

[wajjs]

thank u for enabling me, I will go ahead and add a mini rant because tbh I could just unhinge my jaw for an inordinate amount of time and yell about Hal nonstop

anyways, first things first, this is just like, one of my many takes on Hal as a character and please do not take this as comic analysis because it is not. I do read GL comics but I have the bad tendency of never finishing plot arcs/story runs because I’m always jumping ship onto the next shiny thing that caught my attention. one of these days I’m gonna sit my ass down and actually finish all the runs I started

okay so

I think one very interesting part about Hal is how much he actively, honestly, hates himself. He says so himself, too, and when he doesn’t put it into words, his actions tend to show it. I’m not talking about him being more or less an adrenaline junkie, but actually I’m thinking of his self-sacrificial streak and his willingness to blame himself over everything because he thinks he’s guilty, inherently so.

One popular aspect about him is that he’s cocky and seemingly full of himself, which, I think he is, to an extent, and it intermingles in funny ways with his self hatred. Like, the two visions of self do not negate each other, rather fuel each other. Because he’s cocky he thinks he can do it, he will do it, he will succeed, and when he doesn’t, when everything comes crashing down, his self hatred kicks in a mile a second like see, Hal? This is all you measure up to.

And while we are on the topic of him being self-sacrificial and believing himself to be guilty of basically everything, he’s always a bit too ready to take the fall for just about anyone. Moral dilemmas hate him because his answer always is “easy: I sacrifice myself”, which HE DOES. TIME AND TIME AGAIN. Hal has enough self regard about himself and his body autonomy if it means it’s gonna be useful to keep others alive, but when it’s an all or nothing situation, he goes all in, without fear that he will most likely die. It’s also why he takes badly to losses, because he cares so deeply that giving up his life is like giving up any normal thing.

I also think that Hal is way too good at subterfuge, at pretending, playing a role (whatever that role might be), if it means he gets to be part of something, because his identity revolves around that: he needs to belong, have a mission, a cause, a reason. Take that from him and he’s aimless. Many see him as greater than life but when it comes down to it, Hal doesn’t see that in himself. He’s desperately trying to do anything to keep his life together, his relationships (of wahtever nature) together, because he needs to have something to achieve, a set role for him to fulfill. When that’s taken from him, or when that’s put in jeopardy, he goes ahead and puts himself in the line of fire if it means keeping safe those things he believes in.

[justhaljordanthings]

#JustHalJordanThings – Being a Dad™

[beebthatscreams]

Mothman AU where Bruce falls for Hal because he IS THE LAMP

[viia01]

pls i need validation thanks

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[asilentguardian]

Head empty just each batkid calling Hal their step-dad papa (since Bruce is dad) for the first time and im emotional-

I kinda imagine them calling Hal pops when they need to differentiate between the two (like when both Bruce and Hal are around), but for the most part they just call him dad.

The first time Dick refers to Hal as his dad it’s not directly to his face. Wally is over for dinner and they’re talking about who Wally would have to deal with if he hurt Dick (all jokes bc they’ve been together for awhile now and the thought of them breaking up is laughable), and Dick says something along the lines of “well my dads are Batman and a Green Lantern sooo” and Hal is just sitting there like omg :’) I would totally beat up the flash for you :’)

Jason thinks of Bruce as his dad but he rarely says “dad,” he’s more of an “old man” kind of guy, you know? Hal calls him one day to try and get him to come visit for dinner and Jason is like “okay, fine, old man,” and then hangs up and Hal cannot stop smiling all night. Even when Tim flicks peas at Damian.

Tim is like half asleep during breakfast and Hal goes like “don’t fall into ur cereal bud” and Tim goes “whatever dad.” Hal knows he could probably scold him or something because Alfred is all about manners at the table but. Tim just called him dad :) omg :) now he understands why Bruce caves every time one of his kids calls him dad.

As soon as Bruce and Hal get married Damian starts calling Hal Step-Father. It takes a bit of getting used to, especially cause Damian calls Bruce “baba” all the time and Hal is a bit jealous. But one time Hal gets injured and Damian refuses to leave his side until he’s coherent enough to get a lecture from this 12 year old (like father like son). Damian opens up with “Baba if you die on my watch I will resurrect you and kill you myself- why are you smiling? I’m scolding you! this is serious!”

[viia01]

alright listen up

i have 2 stories that i'm currently oscillating between and both of them have set out plans with like chapter breakdowns and all that jazz

but they are very different and i would like to know which one you would like to read

Okay

number 1

Bruce is Calypso from greek myth and Hal is his greek hero come to save him, but from modern times. Bruce is the son of Hades and Persephone (so a minor god) and Hal is the son of Apollo (Martin). they fall in love as they build the boat for Hal to leave and angst ensues when Hal has to choose whether to leave (which means he can't ever return to the island) or stay and let his family think he died. the kiddos are there, but only the male robins because I'm sorry but Bruce has too many kids and it does my brain in

number 2

Damian and Tim conspire to force Bruce and Hal to admit that the FWB thing (that they think they are hiding, but aren't) is just a thinly veiled relationship. They do this through concocting a ridiculous plot of making the internet and news think that Hal and Bruce are dating. Shenanigans ensue. Jason and Dick also get in on it. (It's just welcome to the family but less convoluted and confusing also i finish it this time)

please tell me which you would prefer and if no one does then too bad

also just cause i planned it doesn't mean i will update in a timely fashion.

[viia01]

A random thing I wrote that has no ending

Bruce hid a sigh as he listened to the third speaker of the night tell another terrible joke. He laughed with everyone else, too tired to do more. Ordinarily, he would lean into the opportunity to act the part of Brucie Wayne.

But he really wasn’t in the mood tonight.

The last mission with the Justice League had run overtime and Bruce was running on two hours of sleep. Ordinarily, lack of sleep wouldn’t slow Bruce down any, but for some reason he just wasn’t in the mood tonight.

Briefly, he wondered why he hadn’t allowed Alfred to make his excuses.

The presenter came back onto the stage, not so subtly wrestling the microphone away from the rambling, somewhat drunk speaker from Luthor’s company.

Bruce tuned out the speech about Wayne Enterprises’ contributions to the development of new jet propulsion technology. He had had very little to do with the development, only funded it, so most of the technical talk was going straight over his head.

“You look like you’re having fun.”

Bruce glanced to his right and saw that Hal Jordan had sat himself down in the chair behind Bruce. “Go away. We’re not supposed to know each other. People will talk.”

“Please, they’re too busy making eyes at the pretty boy you got up there singing Wayne Enterprises praises,” Hal scoffed. He was dressed in a well fitted tuxedo, though he had swapped the black jacket out for a forest green jacket decorated with elaborate rose designs.

There was a thump against the back of Bruce’s chair, and he looked down in confusion and saw that Hal had tipped his chair back on two legs, the back of it now resting against the back of Bruce’s. “Really? Are you five?”

Hal grinned at him lazily and leaned his head on Bruce’s shoulder. “No, but we’re both bored so I thought I’d entertain myself.”

“You were invited because of Ferris Air’s work with Wayne Enterprises, not to entertain yourself,” Bruce said, putting on a smile when he saw a few people looking over at him. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for Brucie Wayne to be distracted by a pretty face at an event, but Bruce didn’t have the energy or patience to put on the act tonight. “Go back to your table and Ms. Ferris.”

“See normally, I’d just put up with the crappy puns and eat all the food, but the food sucks. So now I’m not just bored, but also hungry,” Hal said, ignoring Bruce, head still resting on Bruce’s shoulder. “Is that your doing? Because if you paid them for this catering… you should get your money back.”

Bruce sighed again. “Hal…” he warned.

“Watery champagne and tiny canapes, Bruce!” Hal said teasingly, tilting his head to look at Bruce. There was a mischievous glint to his eyes.

Bruce looked at him, putting on another smile. Most people were still listening to the presenter talk about the new jet propulsions, but there were bound to be a few people watching them. “Go. Back. To. Your seat.”

Hal blinked at him a few times. “I really don’t want to. There’s an old couple there that keeps asking me if I want to ‘join them afterwards for drinks’,” he said with a grimace. “Somehow I don’t think they want drinks.”

Bruce was tired. And sore. And the last thing he wanted right now was to listen to Hal Jordan’s whining.

“And I’m getting the vibe that the rich-guys-masturbating-over-their-own-money scene isn’t exactly your speed either,” Hal continued blithely, still ignoring Bruce’s irritation. “What do you say we go and find somewhere that’s serving actual food?”

“I have responsibilities,” Bruce said immediately, clapping politely when the presenter introduced General Thomasson as the next speaker.

Hal tipped his head back further to look at the stage. “Oh shit, the big wigs are here,” he said dryly. “What do you say, Spooks? Wanna go find a burger joint?”

“No, now go back to your seat.”

Hal sighed dramatically. “You’re boring,” he said, letting his chair fall back onto all its feet with a muffled thump. He rose, the dim light playing over his face in a way that made his eyes look more amber than brown. “Guess it’s back to eating stale canapes.”

Bruce sighed as Hal walked away, ambling back to his table. In his ridiculous suit jacket, Hal looked very much the epitome of flashy West Coast flyboy and Bruce wasn’t the only one watching him.

Bruce shook thoughts of Hal Jordan away, focusing on the stage again.

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Bruce ran through the notes he needed to hit in his speech. It was a fairly standard speech, talk about the minds behind the advances, explain the advancements as the video played, make a few jokes, and then close out by thanking everyone for coming.

For all of Bruce’s practice at playing the gregarious, fun loving Brucie Wayne, he actually didn’t enjoy it very much. It was exhausting, wearing the mask all the time and he was tired.

And hungry.

Hal had been right about the stale canapes.

“You did some really good work, Wayne,” General Thomasson said gruffly, clapping Bruce on the shoulder. “These planes will give us the edge over our enemies.”

“Anything for our troops,” Bruce said, mustering up a smile. “Can’t have them going without the best.”

The General chuckled. “And it’s only going to set the taxpayer back a couple billion, right?”

“Got to keep those stocks high,” Bruce countered jokingly. In reality, he and Lucius were already planning to wean Wayne Enterprises off the military contracts that sustained the R&D department and supplement it with investment into green energies and space exploration.

But the General didn’t need to know that just yet.

“Well, I need to go and prepare for this speech of mine,” Bruce said, even though he really didn’t. “Lots of technical speak tonight and I have to make sure I pronounce everything right.”

The General gave him a patronizing smile and wave. “Off you go, Wayne. We’ll talk business some other night.”

Bruce ducked behind a set of piled speakers and sound equipment. He pulled out his phone, to give himself a convenient cover of taking a phone call.

He took a moment to compose himself. All the small talk had taken a toll on his patience and his eyes stung with exhaustion. He knew he needed sleep and a good meal, considering how fuzzy and slow he was feeling. And the thought of going up onto that stage and enduring hours more so small talk and smiles-

“You make a big sale with the military brass?”

Bruce didn’t jump but he was surprised that he hadn’t noticed Hal’s appearance behind him. “What are you doing back here?” he asked.

Hal was holding a tray of canapes and his bowtie was untied and hanging around his neck. “Hiding from the creepy couple,” he said, offering the tray to Bruce. “You want one?”

“No. Go back to your seat,” Bruce said in exasperation. “How did you even get back here in the first place?”

Hal crunched on another canape and pulled a face. “My good looks and charm. Sure you don’t want a stale canape? It tastes like cardboard.”

“I don’t want a canape.”

Hal shrugged lazily. “So why are we hiding behind a bunch of sound equipment?” he asked through a mouthful of canape, looking at one of the speakers curiously.

“I’m not hiding, and you’re not supposed to be here.”

“I’m not supposed to be a lot of things,” Hal countered immediately. “And you’re totally hiding.”

“I am not hiding,” Bruce snapped, irritated by Hal’s very presence. He had hoped that tonight, Hal would just spend his time as far away from Bruce as possible, especially since they had had a blow out the mission before. “Go away.”

Instead of listening, Hal just arched an eyebrow at him, munching on his cardboard canapes. “You don’t want to go on that stage, huh?” he guessed.

Bruce waited for an insult or a joke at his expense.

But Hal just looked around the speakers, in the direction of the stage. “Well, I can’t say I blame you. We’ve had like ten different speakers and I remember nothing of what was said or who said it.”

“Maybe you should pay more attention, then,” Bruce replied. “And I enjoy honoring the men and women who worked hard on this latest breakthrough.”

“None of them are even here,” Hal pointed out blandly, shoving the canape tray behind one of the pieces of sound equipment. “You probably already gave them a billion dollars anyway.”

“If I gave everyone a billion dollars, I wouldn’t be a billionaire for very long,” Bruce couldn’t help but say in exasperation. He really wondered if Hal ever thought before he spoke or if he just made it up as he talked.

Hal swiped a tongue over his teeth, giving Bruce a funny look.

On stage, Bruce could hear the presenters winding up to his introduction. He steeled himself with a sigh, pulling Brucie Wayne back over himself.

Hal tilted his head and then smiled, cocky and self-assured. “I wasn’t kidding about that burger, by the way,” he said.

“What?” Bruce asked.

Hal held out a hand, palm up. “You wanna blow this popsicle shop, Spooks?” he asked, eyes glinting mischievously.

“Popsicle stand,” Bruce corrected, irritated.

“Whatever, Bruce Wayne,” Hal said, rolling his eyes.

There was a beat and Bruce could hear the presenters bantering with each other. It was nearly time for them to introduce him.

Bruce had responsibilities.

He had to give this speech and thank the team for their hard work. It was their accomplishment and the least Bruce could do was show up to thank them publicly.

He couldn’t just leave and galivant around like Hal seemed to think he could.

Hal arched an eyebrow at Bruce questioningly, hand still out. His eyes were alight with amusement, the same cocky self-assuredness that got on Bruce’s nerves.

Only now it seemed less annoying.

“Offer’s expiring,” Hal sang, eyes darting to the stage and back.

Bruce took his hand.

[onceandfuturehimbo]

Sex doesn’t make us whole.

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL ASEXUALITY DAY!

[sgtbaker]

jason todd sketch bc i’m replaying arkham knight

[xxziggystardust]

[chillgamesh-the-swing]

[moteldwelling-deactivated202106]

no consumer of fic appreciates what they have in present tense, it’s always the demand of “write moreee, write an addition to this, make it a series, need a part two”

without actual commentary on whatever it is that they want added on to in the first place, yadda yadda yadda

[moteldwelling-deactivated202106]

am not sure how much longer i will keep this blog around but! some general community etiquette points to brush up on

- fanfiction is, unless under specific conditions, a monetary-less craft, and without recognition, a thankless one. recognition, acknowledgment, and appreciation is all ALSO free and will take but a mere moment of your time. it provides morale and keeps a writer writing, a win win situation for everyone because YOU are receiving the fruits of their labor

- more than that, reblogs SPECIFICALLY keep the tumblr community alive as a point of engagement. a like on a post, while appreciated, can only be seen by you, unless someone just so happens to be combing through your public like tab - not a realistic scenario. reblogs, however, expand the exposure a writer’s piece to your entire following base. even if just two or three people reblog instead of solely liking, it could increase that field of exposure by hundreds if not thousands of more readers

- pretty much what i touched up on in the original purpose of this post - writers do love to hear a demand for more. it is flattering and genuinely fuels a person to keep writing knowing that demand is out there. HOWEVER, when that is ALL the commentary you’re giving them, it feels almost dehumanizing in a sense. imagine slaving over a meal and all the consumers have to say is “can’t wait for the next one!” rather than “wow loved THIS one, here is some constructive criticism and general response!” a writer would much rather appreciate feedback on the actual piece itself versus “need a part two.”

i understand the appeal of being a silent lurker…i really do, as bad as it is to admit, that is my own personal style but truly, engagement is what keeps the fanfiction community fanficin’ and like i said before, it’s free to provide and takes only seconds

[out-of-context-batfam]

The Brave and The Bold (2007) #1

[viia01]

Hal oh my god

[prissnukem]

[steeiydan]

some marvel-fans may hate DC, but nobody hates DC as much as DC-fans hate DC.