I know the original ‘bat cave’ was… you know….. a cave where literal bats lived, but I bet a lot of them left with the construction of the computers and the artificial lights, especially because most of the commotion would be at dawn and dusk, when the bats were heading out or trying to come back to rest.
BUT I’m sure there are some bats that give exactly zero shits, and live in the cave anyway (the unshakeable Alfred-like bats).
But like…bats poop?! So Bruce and Alfred, in the really early days, must have made a breathable tarp that hangs a respectable distance from the ceiling to catch the poop so it doesn’t land on a) million dollar prototypes b) evidence, or, the most valuable of all c) Alfred’s cookies.
Every now and then the tarp has to be taken down so it can be replaced, but it is 100% IMPOSSIBLE to remove the tarp without getting bat poop ALL OVER yourself.
What I’m saying is that at one point every single Robin and Batgirl has committed an offence that got them on bat-shit duty
(It’s almost as as bad as being grounded from patrol)
So I skipped this last week and had to wait until I was in a good place to read this and damn this was so good. It was very realistic, almost too realistic to me. This just goes to prove that you can’t go wrong with having the Winchesters as family
OMG YES! I love a sassy Dean soooo much! And the fact that this has never happened on the show kind of makes me mad. You need to pitch this idea to the writers. Like just use a GD first aid kit for once.
Dean coming back from hell gets me every time! Like he’s just so vulnerable! I’ve never felt the need to protect anyone as much as I feel the need to protect him when he comes back from hell. This was just so full of emotion! Love it!
She’s barely three weeks old when, in the middle of the night with her little lungs wearing out from all of the screaming and tears, Killian makes the decision to bring her out to the Jolly.
Emma, just as tired and fed up with the hours of trial and error, agrees to go, grabbing everything she can think she might need out on the ship before she slips into her shoes and cradles the baby against her chest, trying fruitlessly to stop her cries.
“She’ll be alright,” Killian assures her. “If she’s anything like her father, the sea will calm her.”
someone should write this because I can’t get over how hilarious this would be. i basically just wrote the whole thing in bullet-point format, but if anyone with actual storytelling abilities wants to tackle this, i’d love you forever
okay so bitty’s senior year, the only friends left on smh that he hangs out with regularly are chowder, nursey and dex
chowder is obviously his favorite because chowder is bitty’s son, but chowder has caitlin, so it’s not like he’s there to hang 24/7
he and nursey are friends, but they’ve don’t really hang out by themselves a whole lot
we know that dex likes helping bitty cook and bake from tweets, sketches, and extras (remember hausgiving?)
so during bitty’s senior year, dex spends a lot of time in the kitchen helping him bake and hanging out with him
maybe also to talk about his crush on how much he can’t stand nursey
anyways, bitty is out of the closet so the newest frogs are probably aware that he’s gay, and also aware of samwell’s reputation (1 in 4 or maybe more)
they come by the haus a lot and see dex helping bitty bake, and bitty constantly calling dex “honey” or “sweetheart” (because that’s just how bitty is as a person)
Summary: I’m a survivor. At least that’s what someone once told me. He
was probably right, which explains a lot about me. Survivors are selfish
and despicable, although I think he meant it as a compliment. Problem
is, what I’m surviving for is sometimes hard to tell anymore.
A what if Katniss had gone to Cray, alternate Panem story.
(I’m not kidding about this one)
for language, canon compliant mentions of child abuse, mentions of drug
usage, prostitution, underage (17 years old with older partners),
mentions of assault, and explicit sexual content. Buckle up. It’s gonna
be a bumpy ride.
I pause on the steps to hold my hand out and smile as a few flakes melt in my palm, others land freezing on my cheeks. For each flake, I name an act of pure kindness that I have seen someone perform. It’s a game I sometimes play, to remind me that even when the world is at it’s worst around us, there is always hope.
Well, it’s finally here. The last chapter of this story. It’s been hellacious and fun and I have enjoyed every moment of writing it (and yes, that includes the chapters that had even me in tears while I wrote), and loved sharing it with ya’ll. The response has been incredible and I adore each and every one of you who have encouraged, liked, commented, or even just silently enjoyed it.
If you’ve been waiting for the last chapter before you tackle reading this monster, go forth and read. I cannot wait to hear your thoughts too. :-)
P.S. @peetabreadgirl: PBJ, you know what you did. You’re half the reason this thing even got posted, let alone turned into something that I am so proud to have written and worked with you on. Thanks for taking this ride with me and not kicking to me to the curb after Chapter 1. Smooches for all eternity, lady!
I was heartlessly accused of being unable to write fluff without infinite amounts of angst and pain by a certain Moriel Queen (*cough* @abookandacoffee *cough*). Thankfully, Korean-Dramas came to my rescue.
The One Where Nobody Dies
Summary:In which Azriel is terrible at texting back, Morrigan continues to endure the idiocy of her dysfunctional family, Cassian becomes The Bride of Spring, Amren cannot maintain long-distance relationships with goats, and Rhysand is barely mentioned.
Special Guests Include: Flower Crowns, Polygamous Nymphs, and most dangerous of all, Vegetarians.
My rowdy friends crowd me inside of the dark building. The smoke billowing throughout the interior nearly sends me into a choking fit. I wave off the companions I’ve arrived with to skirt toward the less smoky area of the bar. I wave over the bartender, order something lightweight for myself. I’m able to afford myself a few moments to catch my breath, whilst I wait for my drink. The bartender carefully slides my drink over, sympathetic at my watery eyes from the haziness, and then grasps the crisp bills I hand over for the drink.
(this is part of a sequel/companion piece to show me where it hurts (will you make it okay?). in that fic, which is a post 5x17 fic, oliver tells felicity he loves her as she patches him up. this is kind of the aftermath of that. if you want to be tagged in the full thing, like or reblog!)
“I got you coffee,” she tells him unnecessarily. “And I finished patching you up.”
“Thank you,” he says gratefully.
She takes his hand, then, and squeezes it before letting go. “You never have to thank me.”
“Felicity, I -” But he hesitates, because when their eyes meet he finds it impossible to look away, and then he’s lost in the rich sea of grey and forgets momentarily how to form words.
“It’s okay,” she says quickly.
“No, it’s not,” Oliver says. “I - before I passed out. I said something.”
“You did,” Felicity says in a small voice. “But it’s okay You were sleep deprived and tortured by a serial killer - you weren’t thinking straight.”
“Maybe. But I was. And I do.”
He doesn’t mean to be cryptic, but it comes out that way anyway.
“Love me, you mean?” she says in the same small voice.
“Honestly? I never stopped.” And it’s strange that saying those words makes the burden on his heart so much lighter, even as he adds swiftly, “But I didn’t have - an agenda. I meant what I said. You’re better off as far away from me as possible - you, John, the rest of the team.”
“Oliver…” Felicity whispers, and a solitary tear rolls down her cheek. “Don’t say that. Whatever Chase did to you, we’re going to get him and -”
“No, you don’t understand,” he interrupts. “It’s over for me. I’m hanging up the hood. I never… I never should have put it on in the first place.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” she demands. Oliver just shakes his head, though, and to his surprise she softens considerably. “I guess I’m, uh, not one to talk. Seeing as how I’ve not exactly been forthcoming with you recently.”
Without thinking he covers her hand with his own, and when he realises what he’s doing he tries to tug it away, only for Felicity to cover his hand with hers, stopping him. His grip slackens, then, and he surrenders to her touch.
“I’m not really the best example when it comes to keeping secrets,” Oliver says with the ghost of a smile.
“Well, how about… you tell me yours if I tell you mine?” she suggests.
She never realized his own motality until that moment.
As the Altean princess watched the Red Paladin’s white-clad form, unmoving within the cryopod, the more unnerved she became.
He looked like a corpse.
Fortunately, Keith’s stats on her tablet proved otherwise. Allura had checked them for the umpteenth time today. As if waiting for something to go wrong - his heart rate to flatline, his vitals to go into the red - but, sighed in relief when that wasn’t the case
All readings proved normal; no complications.
Suddenly, she felt a firm, assuring hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Princess.” Shrio said, flashing his signature comforting smile. “Keith’s a survivor. He’ll make it through.” Something flashed in his eyes, for just a tick, then added, “He always does.”
Allura wanted to believe him, but he wasn’t fooling anyone.
Grape do you have photos of your fanfic binder collection? It's a really great idea to keep your favorite fics in binders :)
Featuring Kagome as my Vanna White meet my binder collection. Gosh I’m such a nerd but I’m so proud of this!
These are the long fics I have. Each gets it’s own binder! Although Sequels have to share binders. (And touchofpixiedust gets her own big green binder with as much as I can fit in it)
It’s kinda embarrassing but most have really old covers that I drew for them. Look at little me being in love with Kagome and Kikyo.
Now these aesthetically pleasing binders here are oneshots. The black one is full of sin while the blue one is all the fluff in the world.
Now this zippered binder. Is where I hold the unorganized motherload of old fics that are either non existent online now or horrible guilty pleasures of mine. Also lots of old fanart that no one else should ever see.
I have waayyy too much fun making these binders. And of course I make sure the authors get all the credit. I really need to make another round and update all the covers for them.
Basorexia trailer || A Matt Daddario and Nina Dobrev fic.
I know I’ve finished this story but I feel proud of it enough to work on this stupid ass video for like a week. Oh please enjoy it, it took me time but I’m sort of proud of how it turned out (of course I can see now some moments that could be done better, but I don’t really care at the moment. Hugs. (Also, this is partly for that lovely basorexia anon, I love you, hugs <333)