Why Are Like Half Of These Maverick

This is my new favorite piece of dialogue in the entire game.

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

Thinkin abt EraserMic

very intelligent household

(ID in ALT Text) Happy very, very late Mother's Day!

I am not saying that zuko is sokkas substitute for kya. or they look in any way similar! The whole concept here is that something was happening at the moment, be it how they were laying in bed, how the hair pooled over the pillow, or how sokka was able to hold onto it. It just brought sokka back. It triggered a memory, and suddenly he relived a brief memory. Making him suddenly miss his mother again. hope you enjoy!

Essay was due 22 hours ago. I have approximately 300 words. I have spent an hour calculating my minimum grades cause requirement to pass the module, and I have to say that was significantly more engaging than my mostly blank word document is.

Its the time of day where I begin to calculate how badly I can do on this assignment before failing my course, and good news folks! I literally just have to hand in a piece of work! Yipee! Suicide plans. Who? Draft text to my family to tell them I’m a disgrace. Whats that? Life is good, don’t let anyone make you forget that.

Nothing more embarrassing than logging into Ao3 to investigate a new ship and realising that you dont understand the fandoms tagging etiquette. Where are all my favourite tags? Why are they worded slightly differently? Why are there zero fics of my favourite tag? What is going on? Have I been spoiled by SuperBat shippers? Where is the drama? The secrets? The found family?

I have a little headcanon living in my brain but i cannot write so i will leave it to you people…

Basically at some point one of the batkids find a photo album in some old storage elsewhere in the manor.

They obviously decide to open it, family bonding all that jazz.

But the pictures are clearly pre-Bruce, Thomas and Martha on dates, pictures in the manor gardens, Polaroids and photo booth strips of themselves stuck in.

All very cutesy.

And then Alfred is there, polaroids of him in the kitchen, dancing with Martha, gardening with Thomas, frowning at the camera as he sits in the library.

But then slowly the photos are getting more intimate, Thomas and Alfred with their cheeks pressed together grinning at the camera with lipstick stains on their faces, Martha laying against Thomas’ chest in the bedroom, Thomas’ head in Alfreds lap.

They cant stop turning the pages, more and more throuple-y adorable photos, finally one with Thomas and Martha on either side of Alfreds cheeks, in marker underneath ‘our Alfie’.

Obviously its chaos, blah, blah, blah i think theres a fic in there somewhere

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