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Miscellaneous Batman headcanons as relate to my little fic universe, that may or may not ever come up because who knows:

  • In general when it comes to Billionaire Playboy Bruce Wayne people go in one of two directions. Either he is the mysterious eccentric always galavanting around and seeing him at a party is like a Bigfoot sighting, or he is obnoxious and spoiled but people let him get away with it because he has money. But then it’s always a plot point that he is surrounded by vapid gold diggers?? I call bullshit, maybe Bruce Wayne is actually a really nice guy and he’s charming and charismatic and people think he is kind of naive, and maybe his smiles don’t always reach his eyes but maybe he just seems kind of lonely and people appreciate that he makes the effort. Maybe the women of Gotham are not all money-grubbing and shallow and actually recognize a good guy when they see one.
  • That actually will definitely come up but it’s still on the list because it relates to the next bullet point.
  • Models! In general models start working at 16 and are done when they’re 23. Modeling is an industry full of very young girls getting chewed up and spit out and sorry but you will never convince me that Batman would take advantage of that even under the guise of Billionaire Bruce Wayne. If you are a model and you meet Bruce Wayne he will be nice and he will be respectful and honestly he will act like a protective older brother and it’s just??? Such a change of pace???? He’s so nice????? And if they aren’t happy with their agency maybe he will direct them to some Wayne Enterprises subsidiary, and maybe when some photographer is being a skeeve they let him know and he never works in that town again, and maybe if they end up needing to go to rehab he pays for it because he can afford it and actually he owns the rehab center and also he is the sweetest man alive. So maybe when they need a plus one to a fashion event, they invite Bruce Wayne because they know he won’t take advantage, and maybe Bruce has a list of women and their interests so if he needs a plus one and he knows Anita loves the ballet he will call her up and they will go and they will mostly talk about her new cat because his name is Chairman Meow and she loves him the most. And when people ask later if she totally banged Bruce Wayne she says yes, it was awesome, his dick was huge, because idk man sometimes when a guy is nice you just tell people that as a courtesy. Then at parties Bruce Wayne is just surrounded by models and everyone shakes their heads and tsks about it while they ask him how he’s been and show him pictures of their cats.
  • Which is not to suggest that maybe when they are older and in a more stable place in their lives they do not actually bang Bruce Wayne because they probably do. Who wouldn’t???
  • One day some little girl is worried that Batman might skip her neighborhood and she decides the best way to make sure he shows is to leave some cookies on the roof of her building because if it’s good enough for Santa then why not Batman? But she’s like six so of course they are basically inedible and they’re supposed to look like bats but they kind of just look like poorly drawn distant seagulls and she leaves them out with a note like “For Batman only do not touch!!” and in the morning they are gone and she is satisfied that Batman has been patrolling to keep her safe. And eventually all the kids are doing this in Gotham and it’s just a whole buffet of confusingly-shaped poorly-made attempts at cookies (you have to make them yourself the children decide because when you are a kid it is important to have Rituals). Eventually Batman can tell which neighborhoods are having the most trouble based on density of cookies per block. He doesn’t actually eat them because he does not want to get food poisoning and at least once he’s pretty sure those were made of Play-Doh but he takes them anyway because he knows it helps kids feel safe.
  • A criminal tries to leave out poison cookies once but not only does he not eat them, it is immediately obvious what’s going on because these actually look like food.
  • If the cookies are still there in the morning the children all have a crisis because something is wrong with Batman and the religious kids pray and the nonreligious kids do weird superstitious shit that they have convinced themselves is helpful.
  • Kids love Batman okay especially little girls, as a little girl who loved Batman I can confirm.
  • Some of them probably leave out drawings and he keeps them in the Batcave sorry these are just Facts.
  • Bruce Wayne’s doctor is paid a fortune to make housecalls and she is well aware by now that he is Batman, but she lets him claim he was bungee jumping or whatever the fuck it is he thinks is plausible because she knew his father and she remembers when he was a cute kid and honestly who even cares.
  • Bruce Wayne’s dentist has also figured out that he is Batman because jesus fucking christ we just replaced those crowns what are you even DOING to your TEETH half of these are just implants now you are going to need dentures by forty please god just wear a fucking mouthguard draw some scary fangs on it if you have to like he appreciates how much money he is making replacing this man’s teeth but even he has limits
  • Bruce Wayne’s personal accountant has also figured him out because his money just falls into a goddamn non-deductible pit and he kept trying to lie about it and then changing the lie around when he realized the answer he was giving impacted his return and I’m sorry Bruce I might not be rich but even I know that you probably did not spend several million dollars this year on cheesecakes covered in gold leaf and you accidentally filed a project cost analysis for a stealth jet in with your receipts but lucky for you I am NICE and I shredded it for you and also those projections were poorly done so hit me up if you want someone who actually knows how regression works buddy
  • Catwoman never tries to rob Bruce Wayne because cats know that he is a cool guy. Actually it’s Batman that is always nice to cats but they smell the same so the cats don’t know the difference. They’re just like naw girl, that territory belongs to a friend of cats, don’t trespass unless it is for scritches because that guy gives some good scritches.
  • Robin eats one of the batcookies once and regrets it for the rest of the night. Don’t eat cookies left outside by small children. Just don’t.
  • Bruce Wayne got a JD/MBA and graduated at the top of his class, I know people like the idea of dropout Bruce Wayne backpacking around and learning to punch people but he also does not want to tank his father’s company or let criminals escape justice through Bat-shaped loopholes?? He probably went to Yale and took max credits every semester and spent all his time studying and working out and then went off in summers to learn new and exciting ways to punch a dude. He had no social life he slept like six hours max every night and he ruined the curve for everyone, what a dick.

First days are always hard

A/N: This is the first one shot I’ve written in over two years yall pls go easy on me. Feel like I need to get back into the swing of things lmfao so pls send me your comments and suggestions !!

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You had moved to town recently on the basis of taking up a job offer at the local hospital. It seemed like a good opportunity to start a clean slate, to expand your horizons and to meet new people. The job seemed relatively easy given your experience, a nurse in the emergency ward. You had already been practicing for four years.

What you didn’t expect was a mass shooting on your first day on the job. You thought this a chance to prove your worth to your senior managers however, and acted quickly to make all the incoming patients as comfortable as possible, taking vitals and making quick assessments while assisting the doctor you were working with.

‘male, 26, was giving a speech at the time of the shooting. One bullet to the right thigh. Possible concussion although it’s not certain. Alert and able to talk.’ The paramedic stated as he wheeled in a patient through the emergency doors. The shock of blue hair was the first thing to catch your attention as you ran towards them.

'Thanks’ you quickly reply before taking the bed and wheeling the patient to an available room. Looking down at him, you noticed the handsome features, framed by greasy blue hair and what looked like blood.

The commotion outside seemed to halt as you closed the door to an empty emergency room, now alone with this beautiful blue haired male.

'I like your hair’ was the first thing to come out of your mouth. 'I like your face.’ He replied without missing a beat. His smile seemed genuine, beautiful even, but you noticed they didn’t really reach his eyes. Blushing, you walked to his side and began to test his vitals.

'Okay sir, I’m just going to check your heart rate and blood pressure as well as see if you may possibly have a concussion while we wait for a doctor. Can you give me your full name please?’ You said as you whipped out the necessary monitors to check him.

'My name is Kai Anderson. And no I don’t have a concussion. I know that today is the 27th of December and Donald Trump is the current president of the United States.’ He seemed to say the last part with much more enthusiasm than you thought necessary, but you dismissed it. You’re a nurse and treating people was your job, regardless of if they were a Trump supporter or not.

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Kai Anderson came out of surgery 3 hours later, the surgery was successful and he was moved to the recovery ward. He also requested to have the bullet that shot him, which intrigued you more than it should have. You couldn’t deny that Kai had some sort aura that seemed to draw you in, and so you decided to see him after your shift.

At 10pm you signed out and made a beeline for the recovery ward, already knowing what room number he was in. You knocked quietly before opening the door and peeking your head through.

'Ah there’s the lovely nurse. I’ve been asking about you, I forgot to get your name?’

'Really?’ You seemed surprised that he would even take interest in someone like you, but did your best to hide it anyway. 'My name is y/n.’

He repeated your name, drawing it out and saying it in such a tone, something in the pits of your stomach seemed to knot. You walked in and closed the door behind you.

'I just wanted to see how you were doing, coming out of surgery and all.’ You whispered. He smiled.

'Come closer.’

You walked a few paces towards him until you were at the foot of the bed.

'Closer.’ He tapped the space beside him on the bed, humming, and so you walked until you were able to touch his face if you stuck your hand out. You wanted to feel his skin. His nose. His eyes. His greasy hair.

As though he could sense this, he gently grabbed your hand and placed it on his cheek. You stood motionless, enamoured by his skin and the reality of what was happening. He dragged your head down his cheek, down his chin, down his neck, and further still down his torso. His body felt hot under your hand, although you couldn’t distinguish if it was him or you. Time slowed and you felt as though you could feel every crevice of his body.

He finally stopped, and rested his hand on top of yours. It was on his crotch. Neither of you said anything as he slowly but firmly rubbed your hand on him, his sudden bulge hardening the more friction was created.

You knew in the back of your mind that this was wrong, so so wrong, and it was only your first day on the job. You knew you should have removed your hand or told him to stop, yet you let him continue. Your eyes interlocked, you were rendered trapped inside of him, as though wading through a current you could not swim against. He applied more pressure on your hand and picked up the pace. He moaned, low and guttural, imitating an animal. He was the predator and you were the prey. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, and you wanted to feel his body against yours. You wanted to feel him on top of you, under you, in you. Anything.

He began to moan louder and more frequently until suddenly he stopped. Removing his hand from on top of yours, you finally managed to look away, and became aware of the feeling that the material of the hospital gown under your hand was damp.

As though struck by lightening you quickly removed your hand away from his body and held it close to your chest, thinking of what to say or how to erase what just happened.

He looked at you expectantly, as though waiting for you to make the first move. Predator.

'Anything to say?’ He finally asked, realising you wouldn’t be the first to speak up.

'Why do you want to keep the bullet?’ The question sounded out of place, a puzzle piece from a different puzzle, and even you were surprised as it was the last thing you could possibly even think of.

He also seemed taken aback by the randomness of the question but regained composure quickly. 'Suffering is the soil of strength. I want to hold on to it like a talisman.’

Dumbfounded and unable to think of a reply, you turned and walked out the door.

admiralpit  asked:

I thought about that rally cry moment from Chapter 5 with the hair flip and sparkles. That being one of my favorite moments from the game, what if Pit and Phosphora had fun together by doing that rally cry pose together side by side with some fabulous sparkles and winking?

Swagg sparkles make everything 1000x better~ :’3 also it’s my OTP how could I resist??? :’D

Never let those adorable poses stop, haha~ Hope you like it. :>

((Man, I just realized how curvaceous I drew Phosphora even though I very rarely do that kind of pose and it actual came out better than I expected??? :’O

//hands, pLEASE let me draw like that more often, aaahhh…! ))


❤ Please reblog when you can~ (・ε・`)

Requests are OPEN

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>Wants to do something artsy.
>Decides to choose from drawing or editing a thing.
>Chooses editing although drawing is faster.
>”Yes.”

But yeah, it’s supposed to be @winteldoesfanart‘s half-Leprachaun Jack from a ‘lil Monster AU. :V

[From this video again]

anonymous asked:

I recently started masturbating/watching porn and I want to stop. Any tips? I don't want to become addicted. Thanks

Hey lovely!
So, here’s the thing about porn: it’s an infection. It’s best fought off when caught early, so I would encourage you to absolutely cut yourself off from any pathways to it when you feel the urge. It may seem silly but find what triggers that urge, for me it was nearly always loneliness. Avoid highly graphic sexual content, (no matter how your friends think of you for doing it, you’ll be glad for it in the long run), when you feel that urge avoid the Internet, avoid the TV; read your Bible, take a walk, draw, write out your frustrations. Work through that emotion with a tool that won’t damage your mind or your heart.

However what I struggled with most (and what no one warned me about) is how even small portions affected my thinking. Those images, those sounds, that feeling in the pit of your stomach has a way of burning into your brain.
I could go sober for a few weeks but I would still be tormented by late night thoughts or misguided day dreams. I want you to know, you’re probably going to experience them and it’s okay. You’re not ruined or broken; you are recovering, and sometimes recovering is more painful than the relapse.

We’re always open here at 31 Women to speak to you, or you can even speak to us personally on our own blogs about these things but another word of advice I’d give you as someone who knows this struggle all too well is this: talk to somebody you trust. Your parent, your friend, your teacher, your uncle, your aunt; someone you know you can speak to without judgement. Honestly telling my mentor and my parent was the greatest thing I could have done because I had someone to help me be accountable and to pray for me when I was having a hard time. Someone who will always be there to help you, no matter what you’ve done is God. Talk to Him, speak out-loud to Him for forgiveness, healing, and peace; especially talk to Him if you relapse or if those thoughts start to creep in. God wants to hear from you in those moments where you are truly hurting because of your actions, and He will bring release. Trust Him. Remember you are not ruined, you are not too filthy, you are beloved.

I’ll be praying for you, lovely. You are so loved.

- Nan

Can we just have a moment of silence for all the video’s, art, and fan-fiction out there representing Jonsa. Like holy shit. I found a motherfucking jackpot in this ship- and it’s hell. I am dying and I don’t see myself leaving this pit anytime soon. Not with how much greatness this beautiful ship hosts. 

I Love all of you and thank you all for taking time out of your days to create such wonderful things! Truly, a fandom’s ship would be nothing without any of you! Keep it up with the greatness! 

And I would like to add, those who don’t do much, like draw or write or create video’s, you are just as important. Don’t ever forget that! You guys are the reasons (And the ship, of course) That a lot of us even do this. So thank you all! 

Seriously, though, hit the jackpot.