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Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

Someone will come along. Someone who understands that you get jealous and anxious. Someone who knows the fears you have rooted deep in your past and holds you when you’re feeling scared. Someone who can’t dance, but dances with you anyway. They can’t sing, but they’ll sing to you anyway. They’ll love any gift you give, even when it’s the wrong size and they’ll love anything you cook for them, even when it’s burnt. They’ll make you laugh until you cry, and know exactly what to say to make you smile. They’ll leave you feeling helplessly, unapologetically happy as you fall asleep at night. You’ll wonder how you ever got so lucky. Just be patient. Someone will come along.

anonymous asked:

My dad is currently being a jerk, so do you have any cute Bruce being a cool batdad headcanons? Thanks a lot. :3

  • At some point Bruce decided that carrying his smaller children around is basically another form of weight-lifting (and therefore something that he should definitely do), which is convenient considering that Damian kinda likes to hang out on Bruce’s shoulders. The high ground is tactically advantageous, you know, so it’s good strategy. Also it’s really easy to kick people in the head from that height, so there’s that too.
  • Every time Bruce says something even vaguely positive about another kid, his children start in with the adoption jokes. Tim carries around a blank adoption form so he can sarcastically offer it to his dad at regular intervals. Every once in awhile, Bruce pretends he’s really considering it, just to freak them out. They’re like… reasonably sure he’s kidding, but also? They’ve been burned before.
  • Ninja: a “training” game with very simple rules: get to Bruce while he’s not expecting it, without letting him see you. Tag him and you win. Nobody has ever won Ninja, even though they’ve been playing it since Dick was little. Bruce always catches them; he won’t, however, just end the game when he does. He always waits until the laaaast possible second. He thinks it’s funny.
  • Bruce, calmly, from the couch: I really would have recommended an attack from above
  • The small child underneath the couch: NOOOOO I WAS SO CLOSE
  • Bruce, straight-faced: You sure were
  • Y'all know those Facebook games where it’s like “type @b and the first name to appear is your new dad?” The entire city of Gotham tags Bruce as their new dad. Congrats, Bruce.

Off and on

So I was going to draw more Graves-backs, but then it all ended up as more of an outfit design appreciation aah
Art blog: questionartbox

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Yuri Plisetsky WeekDay Five: Social Networks
↳ Yuri “I must post a selfie with this shirt immediately” Plisetsky

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i am glad my story can be entertaining to you. i just wish i can think of myself as worthy of the cheers you give.

these are but intrusive thoughts, but they come quite often.

Baze Malbus sits at a bar, drinking his favourite tea. He has lost sight of Chirrut a while ago, but as a fight breaks out behind him, he wonders no more.

He doesn’t turn around yet. Chirrut can hold his own against a dozen and more opponents, and the patrons of the bar are intoxicated enough not to pose a problem.

With a sigh he raises his cup for the last bit of beverage, but it never makes it to his mouth. A small blaster bolt comes out of nowhere, smashing the cup to pieces in his hand.

Baze came here to drink chav tea and to kick ass if necessary. And now he is all out of chav tea.