Bby Ancient Hero Because I Can

Damian gets into trouble at school a lot and every time the principal calls up one of Damian’s family members to come in and deal with the latest issue Bruce has to scramble around whatever crime-problem they’re swamped with at the time to get either him or Dick or Alfred down to the school, but sometimes they just can’t and have to let the principal know that nobody can come, except the principal makes a big stink about SOMEBODY having to show up for this kid, and so to avoid looking neglectful Bruce reluctantly agrees and says somebody will be down there soon.

Damian’s principal watches as this 200+ pound brick shit-house of a guy casually wanders into the school with the most menacing glare on his face as he sips from a starbucks cup, slings his other hand into the pocket of his leather jacket, ignores her completely to turn to Damian and go ‘fuck’d you do now?’

‘fighting.’ Damian responds, looking slightly proud, sitting straight up in his seat. brick shit-house man sticks his bottom lip out and nods consideringly.

‘opponent get a hit on you?’

‘of course not. i used that move you showed me when i was four. executed it perfectly.’

brick shit-house man nods again in approval, sticking out his cup. ‘nice. you get the rest of my oreo frappe as a reward.’

Damian takes the drink and sips it delicately, preening under the guys praise. the kid Damian had been called in for fighting, of whom had been whining about how Damian should be suspended for his actions, had grown nervously silent at the sight of the frankly massively intimidating man, as had his equally vocal mother. brick shit-house man doesn’t grant them a glance, instead looking at the principal.

‘so can we go now? i was in the middle of an interrogation when Bruce called.’

hesitating slightly, the principal asks who this man is, in relation to her student.

‘none of your fucking business.’

ok then. after double checking that Damian was ok with leaving with the man, there wasn’t much she could do but say yes and hope her acquiescing would save her from the weight of his glare. as they leave, she hears Damian innocently ask if he could aid with the interrogation, being as he was now free for the afternoon.

‘are you kidding? Bruce would hate me if i let you near that shit.’ a beat. ‘so yeah but like don’t fuckin tell him.’

the next time Bruce Dick or Alfred can’t make it down to the school on short notice, the principal assures them they can reschedule.

are you a long-suffering merlin fan? If so, perhaps you'd enjoy my new fic, which is a comedy of errors starring a poor little chambermaid who is roped into helping Merlin hide from his own inauguration feast -- unaware that he is the fabled sorcerer Emrys. It's a sweet little outsider pov romantic comedy that made me giggle the whole time i was writing it. Will make you hungry for fruit tarts, though. 9k words, finished.

*me, checking my own AO3 account to see if I have posted any new fic I’ve been waiting for yet*

you can always give your blorbos mobility aids btw . you can always make them disabled its always morally correct

I really don't like any version of "Jason learns one tiny fact about how people reacted to his death and immediately is crushed by how unfair he was being and forgives everyone!!!"

However there is one version of this I would allow due to it being very funny, not a complete waste of his character potential, and close to providing real evidence of something that would let him give Bruce a pass:

Superman realizes who the Red Hood is and why he's gunning for Batman and decides to try to straighten things out before the end of Under the Red Hood. He flies over to him and explains that he was the one stopping Bruce from killing the Joker. This gets understood as Supes being the reason Batman still can't kill him. Then Jason immediately pivots his entire life to becoming a Superman villain.

Bruce gets a phonecall: "Hi Dad, I forgive you, and I'm gonna need that 100 pounds of kryptonite back right fucking now."

Had a conversation with my girlfriend the other day that made me wanna share some thoughts.

Reminder: Butches do not exist just to do shit for you, don’t take advantage of Butch chivalry. Butches need patience, emotional support, and care too. What are you doing for your Butch? Open the door for your Butches, offer to pay for their meal, plan a date, take them out, tell them they’re beautiful, ask them how their day was and ask them how it really was!

Reminder: Femmes are strong and capable and hard as fuck, I do not subscribe to this painting of Femmes either by others or by ourselves as innocent, weak, or helpless. We cannot and should not infantilise ourselves or let others do this to us! Femmes are strong as fuck and we should be proud of this fact.

Butch-Femme is about complimenting energy, having different areas of strength that we can use to come together, support each other, and provide love and care.

We are equal partners with two different ways of externalising our strengths and resilience in a patriarchal world. Don’t let stereotypes about Butch-Femme and Heteropatriarchal concepts around femininity and masculinity shape how we as lesbians form relationships and how we should be within them.

I’m not saying Arthur’s a slut but having a bunch of men kneel for you just to make them knight’s are definitely slutty tendencies.

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