that last one is a legitimate tag

okay legitimately there is no criteria to being an adult AT ALL, there is no milestone you have to reach, I’m wearing superhero underwear and I’ve eaten dinosaur-shaped food within the last 24 hours and today I walked straight into a bank and asked to start an account and they just let me make one, they don’t care they don’t give a shit as long as you’re over 18 and have some plastic with your face on it you can do whatever the fuck you want. everything is made up.

Perfect Family [Batsis]

@hoodminter requested: “Hello, I absolutely love your imagines. Could you do an imagine where you’re Bruce Wayne’s legitimate daughter and when you were younger you would always run up to him and give him a hug when he came back from patrol. as you got older, you grew tired of being his last priority so eventually you start cutting him out of your life and he doesn’t realise until he finds out from one of your brothers that you’re married and have a child”

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1690

TAGS: @kiogenic @i-understand-mon-cher @minchen0897 @mama-aqua @glitter–sparkle-shine @anothertypicalgirl00 @pinkwitch21 @coffee-randomness @angstytodd @aworldwideapart @lovingmytelevision @abbytheninja @ifthisislove-loveiseasy @spacewife @galaxy-jellyfish-queen @femdamian @theamazingrain @batbros-before-hoes @american-assassin-and-superhero @hyp-oh-critical @justpensandpaper @nervouswastelandvoid @kpkarlee

KEY

[D/N] = Daughter’s Name
[H/N] = Husband’s Name

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A giggle left your lips when you were attacked by your child with a hug. “Woah there sweetie, wouldn’t want to hurt yourself now would you?” you teased, picking her up. “Now, how was my princess’s first day of school?”

“Awesome!” she exclaimed happily, waving to one of her newly-made friends along the way, “My teacher is really nice.”

“Really? He seems very nice.” you noted in agreement, “Did you get into trouble?” When your daughter shook her head, you were satisfied. You helped her into the car seat seat then drove off home.

“When is daddy coming home?” [D/N] asked curiously, clearly missing her father. You smiled at her through the rearview mirror.

“He’s coming home tonight honey.” Your smile widened when your daughter’s face lit up.

“Really?!” she gasped, moving excitedly in her seat.

“Really.” you confirmed with a nod, “That means we’ll have a big dinner to welcome him home.”

As soon as you reached your house, you allowed [D/N] to play while you worked on that dinner you told her your family would have. You made sure to make your husband’s favorite, knowing that he would be exhausted. The thought of seeing his face when he walked in the door made you grin to yourself.

The day flew by in a blink of an eye and you hadn’t notice until you heard the door open and close, followed by your daughter’s excited squeal and your husband’s voice which you missed so dearly.

“Mommy! Daddy’s home!” [D/N] shouted which was accompanied by a series of loud steps and you knew that your husband was going to get tackled by a very active child.

“Hey [D/N], I missed you.” [H/N] said, giving your daughter kisses all over her face. “How was my princess’s first day of school?”

“Fun! I made friends.” she informed, “You should’ve been there.”

“I know honey, I know,” he said sadly, “but daddy had to work. I’m sorry, I tried to get home as soon as possible.” You heard your daughter ‘hmph’ but her resolve was never strong when it came to her dad.

“I know I can’t possibly make up for missing your first day, but… guess what I got you from Japan?” your husband asked cheekily.

“What? Daddy, what?!” [D/N] demanded. You finished setting up the dinner table and decided to finally go see your husband. You got there just in time to see him giving [D/N] a Snorlax plushie which made her ecstatic. You leaned against the doorframe and took a moment to take in the sight of your family.

Your small, perfect family.

You caught sight of your husband’s eyes and it was like a switch. Love, specially reserved for you, filled them in a heartbeat. “Excuse me princess,” he told your daughter, “but I think mommy deserves some kisses too.” You laughed as he slipped behind his daughter and quickly ran to you, planting a loving kiss on your lips when he made it.

“I missed you.” you whispered. As a humanitarian, your husband often flew to other countries for work. You knew he loved his work and you loved him for it, but he always rushed home because what he loved more than work was his family, especially his little girl.

“I miss you too love.” he responded, kissing your nose.

“Ewww.” [D/N] complained, making you laugh some more.

“Okay prince charming, dinner’s going to get cold.” you warned, ushering them into the dining room. You had just sat down when the doorbell rang.

“Were we… expecting a guest?” [H/N] inquired with a frown.

“No… we weren’t.” you murmured, getting up to see who it was. You opened the door cautiously and your eyes widened at the sight that greeted you.

“Dad?”

“[F/N]… it’s… been a while…” your father, the one and only Bruce Wayne, said with a slight smile.

“It has.” you agreed, but made no attempts to let him in. “It’s late, why are you here?”

Bruce glanced at his feet nervously before answering, “just wanted to see how my daughter was doing.”

“Love, who is it?” [H/N] called, walking into the hallway, but he froze when he saw you with your father. “Oh…” You turned around to glance at [H/N], flashing a gaze that plainly said ‘help me’ and you expected him to help you, but instead, your husband said, “we’re having dinner, why don’t you come in Mr Wayne?”

You sent your husband a look which he returned with that shit-eating smile that made you fall for him.

“Oh… will you be okay with that, [F/N]?” Bruce questioned, knowing fully well of your hostility. You kept staring at your husband, who was pleading for you to let your father in, when you sighed in defeat.

“Yeah,” you muttered reluctantly, “yeah I’m okay with it.”

You stepped aside and allowed your father into your home and your husband, being… your husband, greeted Bruce wholeheartedly.

“It’s an honor to meet you Mr Wayne, I’m [H/N]… [F/N]’s… uh… husband.” [H/N] extended his hand for a handshake which Bruce returned.

“Call me Bruce.” your father stated. [H/N] led Bruce into the dining room and you followed behind while also trying to muster up the courage to sit through a dinner with the father you hadn’t seen face-to-face in five years.

“Daddy, who’s that?” [D/N] asked, staring at Bruce. Your husband ruffled your daughter’s hair affectionately.

“That is your grandpa.” he answered.

“I thought I already had a grandpa.” she said, referring to your husband’s father.

“This is your other grandpa sweetie.” you said quietly. “Dad… this is [D/N], my daughter.”

And after you took a seat, the dinner began.


Your husband’s voice was faint from your position on the couch downstairs. As he was reading bedtime stories to your daughter, you sat in front of your father.

Bruce Wayne had changed over the years. You had always seen him in the media, in magazines and newspapers, but seeing him in person made you realize how much he had aged. He wasn’t young anymore yet he still had a certain strength to him.

“Your daughter looks just like you when you were her age.” he started, his eyes conveying his sadness and regret.

“I didn’t think you’d remember what I looked like.” you responded coldly. “You were always too busy.”

“I know,” Bruce admitted, “and I’m sorry.”

“You’re half a decade too late dad.” you said harshly. “When did you notice that I never visited, that I never called or even tried to communicate with you? When did you notice that I wasn’t there anymore? And when did you realize I had my own family?”

Bruce hesitated to answer which was already enough information for you. “I… Dick told me a month ago…”

You shook your head in disappointment. “And you didn’t even notice before that…”

“I’m sorry [F/N],” Bruce apologized, “I know I disappointed you.”

“Yeah, you did.” you agreed, but when you saw how genuinely miserable your father looked, you calmed down, but that didn’t mean you were through. You were far from through. “You know, I loved you, dad. I loved you so much. I used to… wait for you to come home every night and hug you and I refused to sleep until I get to do so.” A smile ghosted your father’s face as he recalled the memories. “I loved you with all my heart, but you never loved me with all of yours.”

Bruce nodded, accepting your statements as they were true. He didn’t love you enough and he regretted that. All he wished was to be able to turn back time so you were given the love that you deserved.

“I know that I missed your life.” he whispered, “your first concert, your high school graduation, your college graduation and… even your wedding and your child, which I didn’t even know about… I missed so much.” He reached out to hold your hands. “And I know that I can’t do anything to change that. It may seem like a lie coming from me, but I do want to be part of your life, and I understand if it’s a little late but I’d rather start late than not start at all.”

You stayed silent through his entire speech. “What I’m asking you, really, is… give your old man another chance [F/N].” Bruce continued, “I may be the world’s worst father but I still want to be a father.”

You let out a small laugh but the tears in your eyes betrayed the expression you were trying to give off. “You know… you had your entire life to prove yourself and you didn’t. I forgave you time and time and time again and for what?” A few tears fell. “Empty seats at every important moment in my life. Being brushed off when I greet you every time you come back. Being cast aside for my other more talented siblings. I hated that feeling, that feeling of being completely nothing to my own dad. I hated it! So no, I don’t want to give you another chance!”

Bruce nodded sadly. “I understand–”

“But no matter how much I don’t want to give you that chance…” you continued, “a bigger part of me still wants you in my life…” you wiped your eyes as tears began to cascade down your cheeks, “because in the end, I’m still a girl who loves her dad with all her heart, and I can’t bear to lose my dad.”

Your father brought you into his arms and allowed you to cry on his shoulder but the very action only caused you to cry harder because you couldn’t recall a time where he embraced you like this. You felt him kiss your head and stroke your hair like he should’ve done years ago.

And you never wanted to ever let go. You loved that feeling, for it was a feeling that for the first time, your father loved you with all his heart and he wasn’t letting go.

do not open fics by orphan_account in the sheith tag on AO3.

orphan_account is actually a general AO3 account where fics that writers don’t want associated with their username anymore are archived. 

our resident ao3 troll, whose current username is theshrekening455, has posted 5 trollfics today alone, orphaning each one as they post them (probably to avoid repercussions from ao3).

the name ‘orphan_account’ will not change because it is not one of the troll’s usernames. it belongs to ao3.

most legitimate writers aren’t going to orphan their fics while they’re still on the first few pages of a pairing tag, so it’s probably safe to say that for the time being, if a fic is in the keith/shiro tag on ao3 under orphan_account, it’s probably the troll.

this is the last thing we’ll post about this today. thanks for bearing with us.

anonymous asked:

HHHH-- DON'T MIND THIS COMMENT. I found one of your drawings on Google one day and instant fell head over heels in love with Outertale!Error Sans.. I've been spending the last 3 days looking for this account so I could tag the creator(s) with my artwork.. YOU ARE AWESOME!!! :D

OOOOH MAN.

This was legitimately the last thing I drew of him.

The fact you found him on google astounds me. Of course, it’s probably simple to just search for Outertale Error, but I never really thought about it. I love the little error jerk he is and it’s especially humbling to see what others think of him. I’ve gotten a mixed basket so far, but I’m glad to hear you love him so.

Come now, lemme hug you. You made my day.

Also I would cry if you drew me art;;

Love Thy Enemy: don’t look back [Pt. 1]

BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND!  Actually, no, there legitimately is like 200+ pages worth of this melodramatic space trash™ in my noggin and I’m about to unleash at least a few dozen more of them for your holiday enjoyment 8D

Picking up right where we left off last time…(because while this is all meant to be one big continuous “chapter,” I’d rather not bombard y’all with a Great Wall of Text, y’know)

((OK, I seriously can’t believe how many of y’all loved the first installment and I’m still internally screeching about that but I’m gonna specifically tag @monsterquill and @mythaster JUST because y’all literally said you wanted 200 more pages and/or a novel and/or would give your left arm for more of this SO HERE IT IS XD :3

And special thanks to @culturevulture73 and @celinamarniss for reading my crappy first drafts, lol.  TBH, my writing’s a lot more rushed here because I just can’t frickin’ wait to get on with it already (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ ))


MUSIC:De Profundis,” James Newton Howard, The Sixth Sense //The Healing,” James Newton Howard, Lady in the Water //Petition Denied,” James Horner, Bicentennial Man


“Commander…dare I ask how you’ve managed to stretch the parameters of your mission this time?”

A self-deprecating smile spread across Luke’s face at Admiral Ackbar’s gravel-dry tone.  “It’s quite a tale, I’ll give you that,” he replied.  “But you’re going to hear it soon anyway.”  He glanced aside at his father, still somewhat surprised that the comm didn’t pick up the sound of his respirator.  Convenient, for now.  “I…have a high-ranking defector with me.”

“Ah?  Well, this is an unprecedented occasion, after all.  Do either of you require medical attention?”

Luke winced; it had to be obvious from the lisp and strain in his voice.  Anakin’s helmet swiveled in his direction.  “…Technically, yes.  I’m not in control of this vessel, and my pilot’s sustained a limb injury.  Clearance to dock, sir?”

“General Calrissian, would you spare an escort?”

Lando’s droll voice joined their conversation.  “Luke, you’re not telling that story until my flask and I are ready to hear it.  Green Four and Seven, flank that Lambda and see her into Home One.”  Two affirmatives answered him, and Luke saw a pair of A-wing fighters draw up alongside the shuttle.

“Thanks, Lando.”  Luke grinned, relieved to hear another friend was alive and well after the battle, his joy evident in the blatant disregard for address.  “See you aboard, Admiral.”  Signing off, he slumped back into the chair and blew out a long breath.

Technically?” Anakin grated.

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Wrote some theoretical Anders/Solas banter because I’d really love to see those two interact, perhaps more than any other past and present companions.

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This is the time of year when weight loss companies will flood the #fitness tags with spam

Report them.

Ignore and report every last one of them. Swoleage, Rasptea, Skinny Wraps - Report them all.

They are preying on your insecurities in an effort to sell you things. They care about your money, not your health. They will use stolen before-after photos, fake testimonials and body shaming language in an effort to legitimize their products. Do not fall for it - Don’t reblog, don’t reply, don’t engage them in any way. Just ignore and report.  

The faster we report these spam blogs and get them off our dash, the better. We don’t need this junk. 

oh one last thing before i go: on the note of tagging Ferguson posts, I understand there are issues and mental illnesses (such as PTSD and certain forms of anxiety) that can be triggered by depictions of violence. to those people I say: please just get off tumblr for a while. because this thing? Ferguson? it’s a way bigger thing than any of us. it’s a legitimate chance for social change and upheaval, and we need this to reach as many people as possible. We need to harness the anger and the fear and the outrage and the passion and the everything we can possibly get right now, in order to get anywhere, and I’m sorry but it would be unacceptable to stifle it just because of a few people. So… yeah. I’m not gonna tag that shit and I don’t think anyone should tag it, honestly.

On the other hand if you’re using “triggered” as in “makes me mildly uncomfortable”

*deep breath*

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

anonymous asked:

Do you have any favorite poetry blogs? I need some more to follow. Btw i love your poems, have a lovely day

I do have a blog rec literally right above my ask box, but I figured I would take this opportunity to shamelessly promote my friends.

alonesomes – Caitlyn is a sparkling lil star and I love her dearly. Her sexts are my life’s blood and she write gorgeous body image poetry that I feel in my bones every single time. Not to mention she is dang fine and funny as heck. You can find her work in my tags Caitlyn, you are a fucking goddess and please seduce me with your infinite wisdom

coffeeshoppoet – Kristina! I love Kristina! She and I go to the same school and it’s always a delight to see her in the hallways. She is hilarious and very talented. She’s putting out a book soon and I will be buying 500 copies, no joke. You can find her work in my tags Kristina you are fucking killing me and Kristina is a genius

inkywings – Ramna was the first friend I made on this blog and continues to awe me with her words. I’m not quite sure what it is about her style, but I feel almost as if I could swallow her poems and be full. You can find her work in my tag Ramna is the shit

rustyvoices – Yasmin is a writing machine! Infinitely kind with anons coming to her for advice and infinitely kinder with pieces she puts together, Yaz constantly amazes me. You can find her work in my tag Jesus Christ, Yasmin this is incredible

writingsforwinter – Meggie was the first writing blog I ever followed and I continue to love her pieces. You can find her work in my tag Meggie may or may not be able to make me cry all the fucking time

modesofexpression – Nico is lovely and doesn’t make fun of me when I try to speak Spanish. You can find their work in my tag knocking it out of the park Nico wow and nico is perfect have we not established this already

amanda-oaks – Amanda is the sweetest sweetie and so so awesome. I need to start having an actual tag for her work. She always brightens my day whenever she makes it onto my dash!

razor-echolalia – Joseph is my spirit animal. If I were to choose one word to describe myself, it would be “Joseph.” I’m fairly sure he is me in a male body. You can find his work in my tag Joseph I swear to God

calamityjaz – Okay, so Jaz is basically everything I have ever loved and adored in this world, she is super talented and has achieved amazing things and right now she’s legitimately on tour because she is just that badass and I met her last night at a poetry slam and bought her book and an octopus necklace she made and she was wearing the coolest tights and I haven’t followed her blog yet I just sorta stalk it awkwardly because she is so cool and I want to send a message like ‘Hey this is D from the other night’ but then I remember that I’m a big nerd and she’s just so cool oh my God. You can find her work in my tag Jaz this is so so beautiful

vapourise – Oh Jo, that’s some hot stuff right there. She needs a tag for her work as well, because it’s gorgeous (just like her).

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d.a.s

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SHUT THE HELL UP. ok so I was creeping through the tag on tumblr “if Larry is real tweet burger” cause I wanted to see if by chance anyone had legitimately tweeted Harry that before he tweeted “burger.” And I found this chick who tweeted him like 10 times “if Larry is real tweet about a burger” AND SHE TWEETED HIM IT LAST OCTOBER. so perhaps Harry was looking through that same tag? I don’t know. But it still made my stomach flop and wether I’m right or not it is a little strange. HMMMMM