My Humble Offerings On This February 19th

women in STEM (shitty posture, tired all the time, eyebags, miserable)

"I'm batman" is just the Bruce's version of nuh uh.

OLAY so “idiots in love identity porn” won 🥳 which means I get to explain the ideas I’m having for this

1) Clark Kent is in love with Batman but he doesn’t care much for Bruce Wayne (ik most of them start out this way but hear me out) He finds the man to be exemplary while Bruce is kinda just “meh” yk? Not his type, like he’s conventionally attractive and his face is like everywhere cause he’s Bruce fucking Wayne but he’s only eh to Clark

And Bruce? Bruce thinks Clark Kent is adorable, and being well- the fucking Batman he’s already figured out that Superman’s civilian identity was Clark Kent, so now he’s stuck trying to decide wether or not he wants to pursue Superman because he’s into Clark, hopelessly so but he knows that Clark can’t stand Brucie and he doesn’t know what else to do without straight up revealing himself to the man cause the first rule of being a mask wearing vigilante is to not reveal ur identity (he probably made up the rule himself)

The only question now is what the catalyst would be, what makes Bruce decide to reveal himself (or does supes find out on his own?) How would I go about that—maybe something happened like an alien attack? Ooh that could be fun, an alien race comes to one of the Wayne galas with the intention of leaving with Bruce (they’ve been keeping tabs on him for one reason or another (I don’t have a reason yet…)) one that Clark’s covering and he gets to watch Bruce break character for a moment to defend himself, to which he then jumps in as Superman (it’s easy to sneak away when no one’s watching you) he comes defeats the alien leader alongside Bruce then they sneak off to the roof top for a sweet

“So you were Bruce the whole time?”

“Who else would I be?”

“And you knew that I was—“

“Clark Kent? Yes.”

“..huh.”

Kiss kiss the end

(It’ll be written better I swear I just need to pad out my thoughts yk)

OKAY I RHINK I GOT IT (im too indecisive i have not got it, however I have options)

alfred gave them the sheets

Bunt!

my sources tell me this is called a bunt when cats do it

Please stop trigger tagging with #epilepsy tw/cw/warning/etc.

I need every single person to understand how horrible tumblr’s tagging system is

I go into the tag for epilepsy and its all flashing lights. We can’t use our own tag because people without epilepsy fill it up with improper warnings.

Use ‘flashing’ in place of ‘epilepsy’ in your tags. You aren’t warning people of epileptics, you’re warning us of flashing lights. Please please tag properly. Epileptics say this endlessly and constantly and it’s ignored. You are risking lives by doing this.

Here’s proof of what I mean:

THIS POST IS 100% OKAY TO REBLOG, I ENCOURAGE PEOPLE WITHOUT EPILEPSY TO ESPECIALLY DO SO!

Angela McCoy’s Backstory

Sept 16th 2025

8:30pm

Angela walked back to her dorm, avoiding the girls in the hallway in hopes of not having to talk to any of them. Invisible. That’s what she was, Angela like it that way. It was comfortable not have to worry about being on everyone’s minds. Sure it meant she didn’t really have friends and that she didn’t go to parties or well anywhere for that matter but she was fine.

Walking inside she closed the door and made a beeline for the desk, putting her newest sticker in its place on her laptop she smiled. Angel loved her stickers, she often collected different ones but her favorites were her Spider-Man stickers. She loved the different spider men and women and their suits, she’d even started making her own. Not that it was any good yet but It definitely was something. She changed out of her wretched uniform into one of her favorite hoodies and leggings.

She hated being in the dorms, way to loud for her liking so she grabbed headphones and left hands in her pockets. She walked to who knows where, doing something similar everyday.

Angela liked walking to her hearts content, it let her clear her head, it helped her think. How did she get here? One day she’s down at Manhattan middle the next she’s at this fancy boarding school. She doesn’t really fit in and all her old friends live in her neighborhood. She only visits on the weekends and then her mom drives her back to visionary. Not that she wanted to go back.

Soon enough she’d come across a patch of wildflowers. Making a bouquet of Aster, Yarrow, Columbine and Chicory she failed to notice the mouse spider that crept up her thigh. The spider moved slowly, staying out of her peripheral vision it climbed up her sleeve. Up, up, up it went, crawling into her hoodie it bit her. “What the hell?” She muttered as she slapped her neck, killing the spider with relative ease. Rubbing her neck and grimacing at her hand she stood up and tied her bouquet with a hair tie she found in her pocket. “I can give these to Esther.” She mused, knowing the old woman would love the gift.

Starting on her way to miss Esther’s house she ignored how odd she felt. Knocking on the door she put on her best smile, she wasn’t unhappy often she just didn’t smile much. Where’s that beautiful smile of yours hunny? Miss Esther would ask. The kind elderly woman opened the door “Angel my love how are you?” The woman cocked her head and smiled her kind smile. Miss Esther is Angela’s current guardian, she’s had atleast three but they didn’t like her much.

As angel walked inside as could smell the okra in the kitchen. That’s weird she thought. Okra doesn’t smell that strong. She brushed it off, ignoring the odd sensation her other senses seemed to be going through. After an hour the throbbing of her head, the strong smells, loud noises and bright lights she said her goodbyes and ran back to visionary. she just needed to take some Tylenol and go to bed, she’d be alright in the morning.

***The next morning***

Sept 17th 2025

6:15am

“Mnn..” she groaned as she rolled over, entangling herself more in her comforter. Angela swatted the alarm off the desk and rubbed her eyes, pulling herself from the bed she noticed her roommate Diane wasn’t there. Must’ve left already she shrugged. Putting on her uniform she noticed that her shirt seemed..bigger? Odd. Still she put it on and went about her day, grabbing her backpack she walked out of the room and down the hall.

Noticing her crush she smiled a little “maybe I should say hi.” She mumbled as she hyped herself up and went over “Marcus! Hi- um how are you today?” She cringed at how awkward she sounded talking to him. Marcus smiled at her “hey ange long time no see huh? I’m good what about you? Still collecting stickers?” Marcus remembered her stickers! That’s so sweet, Angela and Marcus went to grade school together. They were the best of friends, but Angel Isn’t very good at keeping stable friendships. They drifted apart and she stopped talking to him, it was to embarrassing honestly.

As always the conversation short and sweet, Marcus waved goodbye and went to leave only for angel to grab his shoulder. “Is something wrong ange?” He tried to pull away but to no avail as she was dragged along with him. “No I just wanted to ah-..” she went quiet as she struggled with removing her hand from his jacket. The two continued to struggle, growing more frustrated and embarrassed as time progressed before finally Marcus yanked away hard enough to rip his jacket sleeve. The two teenagers said nothing as they walked separate directions.

She ran to the roof, not knowing where else to go. Climbing the stairs she’d heard her name yelled, looking back her eyes widened a yelp ripped from her as she ran. “Go away go away go away go away!” She repeated as she ran, making it out she slammed the door and locked it.’

(This is an excerpt from my notes I hope it's good!)