Writing A Fic Where Jango Wasn’t A Willing Progenitor Because His Family Is Still Alive On Mandalore

Johnlock and Pirate Shanties

so "unsinkable" by sail north is either the perfect song for sherlock, or, if you want to get a little meta, the perfect song for johnlock and all the people who support it.

also, also, also, sherlock playing a violin instrumental version of "leave her, johnny, leave her" (also by sail north. i think.) when john brings one of his girlfriends over. please think about it.

thoughts?

Anyway I need a fic where Bruce, Oliver and Harley are roommates

Bruce offered additional pay to have a single dorm (Alfred bribed the board) Harley randomly showed up at his apartment because she was hiding from her prick of an ex and didn’t have anywhere else to go.

“SANCTUARY.”

“Please don’t yell at me. I punch when I’m startled.”

“Okay sorry.”

“Would you like some tea while I beat him up?”

“Yes”

Oliver specifically requested a transfer to Gotham for his final year, and decided to make this introverted bitch’s life as hard as possible.

Also.

Bruce somehow acquired a baby child from crime alley while he was picking up groceries (ramen noodles and monster drinks) and his only motivation to graduate is look good on the application.

He’s in a perpetual state of “I miss my baby so much I have to go see him” and “I am night. I am vengeance. I— Harley. Please stop taking my eyeliner. It’s unhygienic.”

“Blah blah blah, I’m gonna be a Crazyologist, not a nurse.”

“Bruce we’re literally 4 hours away from your place”

“Ollie please drive me.”

“God — FUCK ok. Only if you PROMISE I’ll be godfather.”

They’re all also vigilantes; But that’s the boring part.

that time of the year when you realize the depression isn’t seasonal

Hey y'all

I know that no one really cares, and only a couple of people are maybe slightly interested, but I figured it was good manners to post this here. No, it's not a suicide note, although that is so me six months ago.

I'm taking a break from most social media sites. I need to focus on college, on getting good grades, more sleep than two-three hours average a night, and remembering to actually eat and drink. I've been managing the first, but all three has been like juggling kitchen knives set on fire.

I may be back in April, maybe not, but I'm trying to stay off until then. Anyways. Ladies, Gentlemen, My Most Esteemed Neither-of-the-Aboves. Fare thee well.

That one mutual you had like three convos with forever ago, whom you consider a dear friend and whom you would willingly die for without hesitation

@periwinkle-the-11th

Not a moment of peace

plot twist, your title was incorrectly translated from the latin by an unpaid intern too busy stressing over whether they made a mistake with that classics degree to read the admittedly small print on the picture of your unearthed monument closely.

this led to them mistakenly reading your epithet as the nominative lepor (a leper, one who is leprous) instead of lepore, an ablative adjective equivalent, (lexical form lepos, leporis)

your true title may be translated 'One of Great Charm',

(note: lepos may be used interchangeably to imply charm in the sense of either grace or quick wit)

:)

Your are the monarch of a historical/fantasy kingdom, who perished many years ago and your name is only written down in recorded history, know only to future generations.

Out of the 130 options in the picker wheel here (all are gender neutral),

And yes: there is a 'no epithet' option in there.

I got The Oathtaker.

Read a fic years ago (please help me find it so I can give credit) where physical manifestations of different DC cities showed up. That's pretty much all I remember, but this is what I think Gotham looks like.

She wears a gray hoodie over a black ball dress (concealing a near infinite number of knives) with a skirt that's torn and stained with blood and filth. The dress is low backed, and when she takes off the hoodie it reveals an abundance of whipping scars. She wears a pearl necklace and rarely speaks, though she has been known to sing, scream, and make various cooing, chirping, hissing, growling or otherwise animalistic noises.

Her hair and skin are dark, her eyes kaleidoscopes (everyone disagrees afterwards what color they were, all agree they saw into your soul), and her height changes according to the situation. She has a black eye and tear-stained cheeks, some say because she is forever mourning her children. Her feet are bare and bleeding, as though she's been walking on broken glass.

She wanders the alleys and walks the shadows, weeping, bleeding, mourning, comforting, calling. Darkness heeds her command, and she protects her children however she can. She is the adoptive mother of the strays and orphans that dwell within. She is Lady Gotham.

More under the cut

without background

close ups on eyes and necklace

Please let me know what you think and whether I should do more

Chapter Four Now Up!

CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker

CC-1010 | Fox/Quinlan Vos

CC-5052 | Bly/Aayla Secura

CT-7567 | Rex & Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

CC-2224 | Cody

Anakin Skywalker

CT-7567 | Rex

Padmé Amidala

CC-1010 | Fox

Quinlan Vos

CC-5052 | Bly

Aayla Secura

Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious

Tags May Change

Post-Umbara Arc (Star Wars)

Pro Jedi

Jedi as Found Family (Star Wars)

Clone Troopers and Jedi as Found Family (Star Wars)

Anti Senate

Canon has been thrown down a reactor shaft and blown up in the cold vacuum of space

and I ain’t a sequels girl

I have never read the books

or comics

My knowledge is from ao3

no beta we die like my sleep schedule

Summary

After a very close shave on Umbara, the clones are granted access to the Jedi files. All of them. Edit: Chapter Four Now Up!

Bruce Wayne struggles to say “I love you” to his kids but is always doing things for them without being asked.

Steph: yeah, my check engine light is on and I have no idea why.

Bruce: *immediately grabs car jack and is outside with the hood open*

Tim: M&M’s are so good, man!

Bruce: *fills center console of Batmobile with M&M’s*

Duke: I love when birds sing so much. It’s always nice to wake up to

Bruce: *hangs birdhouses and bird feeders outside his window*

Babs: I just need one more book to complete my collection.

Bruce: *has a first edition on her desk at the library first thing in the morning*

Jason: I heard the new Mario Kart is fun.

Bruce: *buys it and a switch and puts it in his mailbox*

Dick: yeah, I really like their new album.

Bruce: *get him VIP tickets to the concert for him and five people*

Cass: I’ve been meaning to put this shelf up but I keep putting it off.

Bruce: *hammer and leveler teleport into this hands*

If anyone asks, he doesn’t acknowledge he did any of this or he shrugs it off with a “yep.” He’s a man of action, not words. He cares deeply and doesn’t know how to show it.