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I see a lot of “Bruce accidentally uses his Batman Voice during a regular business meeting and freaks everyone out” but I haven’t seen much of this trope’s counterpart: “Batman acidentally zoning out durnig another JL meeting and when he’s asked a question responds with his Brucie persona and freaks everyone the FUCK out”

You cannot tell me that Bruce Wayne having a “Brucie Wayne” persona would not cause some Accidents to occur.

One example I thought of was the Justice League having a group chat. Now, see, Brucie Wayne uses social media like all the younger generations do. (Plus, he’s bi, so of COURSE he has caps lock off to fit the Aesthetic™.)

Now, imagine Bruce having to physically HOLD HIMSELF BACK from using slang or typing in lowercase in the official JL chat, because he’s Batman, he can’t be casual, goddamnit!

He has to physically restrain himself from using abbreviations, responding to funny messages with “lmao” or something of the like, and he hates it.

One day, after a particularly hard week in Gotham, he forgets that he’s Batman using an official chat. But who cares, because it’s 5am and his phone is blowing up, and he just wants to sleep, damnit!

So he takes out his phone, pulls up the chat, and texts, “y’all, stfu”.

His phone is blissfully silent for five minutes. He manages to drift off to sleep. He wakes up in the morning to 100+ group chat notifications, 17 missed calls, and a whole lotta explaining to do.

Billionaire brothers au

Imagine Bruce and Oliver having terrible insomnia because they had been kidnapped alot as kids, and had been in alot of danger. So, neither of them can sleep unless they feel safe, either surrounded by the kids or eachother.

Imagine after a long mission, neither of them have been sleeping during it as they hadn't felt safe, both of them just curling up next to eachother in civies on the long flight home without thinking.

It would shock the JL, as Bruce is always serious around them, and also because of how young they are (22-23). Also I imagine that Bruce has long curly hair which he normally has up, but is just scattered around him. So Bruce and Ollie just sleep properly for the first time in days while the team just try their best to stay away from them because they don't know what's going on.

Imagine after weeks of solving problems, and after an invasion from mind controlling aliens (where the whole JL but Bruce and Ollie got mind controlled) they just end up falling asleep instantly.

Or after one of them had a tough week they'd just comfort eachother like they've always done, one just walking over to the front of the other and wrapping their arms around the other and hiding from the world against them, both of them holding eachother automatically. I think it would just shock the JL, especially if it was Bruce who just walked up to Ollie and tucked himself against him, Ollie automatically wrapping his arms around B without thinking.

I just love the thought of Bruce and Ollie shocking the JL by acting like themselves due to knowing eachother for so long, and the justice league is absolutely confused half the time as they act like they hate eachother in meetings when it's just that they know eachother so well and both hate it when they act infront of others.

being suicidal and living for others is the most drowning feeling ever.

why can’t i find a reason to live for myself?

Good Omens season 3

like or reblog if you’re against „Crowley and Aziraphale becoming human” thing

i really hate this idea, who’s with me?

Headcannon

All ymbrynes have to sleep in a nest, like it's the only way to sleep. And not a small nest, a human sized nest full of blankets and pillows, maybe made out of foam or softer material instead of wood. So, I imagine miss peregrine being too busy after the events of the movie to make a nest, no one knowing that she needs one, so she just doesn't sleep until she ends up passing out.

The children would have to call for another ymbryne to help them, the ymbrynes so confused as to why she doesn't have a nest that they and the children makes one for her.

now go! enjoy your blogging free of worry and obligation. i will defend you and keep you safe from harm. *:･ﾟ✧

{♚} saw this post and was inspired to draw this.

Broke: Lizzie died first because the Canary Curse was transferred to her via Seablings. (Boring) (Cop Out) (Implies women cannot be cringefail enough on their own merit)

Woke: Lizzie spent the entire season being ignored and forgotten to the extent that the universe itself forgot about her and let her die before the canary simply because it didn’t care (tragic!) (interesting!) (makes me want to gnaw on the walls!)

And, Wednesday ---

@jacobnordby

depression tips™

shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.

moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over. 

put on clean, comfortable clothes. 

put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.

drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.

clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink. 

blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.

make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something. 

make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.

go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.

call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.

cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them. tell them how u feel, about your favorite movie, a new game coming out.

One time I read that post that goes "once upon a time an adult put you on the ground and never picked you up again" and it made me sad so now I lift everyone. I'm 5'3" and kinda dumpy but the trick is to plant your feet, get 'em in a gable grip low near the hips with your knees bent, and then just tuck in your Elbows and straighten your legs. Gets those fuckers right on up there. I'm the oldest of eight and also the shortest but that sad shit lives with me so I'm hauling around these kids around like it's nothing. My little brother is a hockey player and a full head taller. I carried him around when he was a baby and I carried him around last weekend. My Papa is a 230lb Bavarian man who watches Stargate in a bath robe, he's smoked a pack a day for forty years. You think I haven't lifted him? I have. He said I couldn't do it but I did. God didn't give me social skills but I'm full of love and jacked as hell and he's not here to stop me

We failed as a society when everyone stopped wearing headphones.

I love the bit and we’re Morgan just kind of forgets that Alex is an option  and how each and every single time without fail Alex his feelings get hurt

And the fact that I’m pretty sure a good majority of the times that this has happened. It was purely by accident like Morgan just genuinely forgot that Alex was an option. .

Reyna, Coach Hedge and Nico are the most underrated trio, don’t even talk to me

Reyna my love

Reyna in senate meetings

Reyna: Right, this is an emergency meeting, we won’t stand on formalities

Random Ghost: I love formalities!

Reyna shot him a cross look.

Larry: We know the fifth will mess up. They should take somebody good.

Dakota: We were plenty good last night when we whipped your podex, Larry!

Reyna: Enough, Dakota. Let’s leave Larry’s podex out of this.

Reyna: *claps hands*

Octavian: *walks up to the front* I have been summoned

Reyna: SILENCE! Senators, we must act like Romans. All we can do is advise them and make sure they have a plan.

Reyna looked at Percy without much hope

Reyna: you do have a plan, right?

Percy: ….

Octavian: So you do have a plan?

Percy: We go to Alaska as fast as possible

Hazel: and we improvise

Frank: A lot

Reyna studied them. She looked like she was mentally writing her own obituary.

Octavian: A boat! The Son of Neptune wants a boat.

Reyna: Octavian, a boat is little enough to ask. And providing no other aid seems very-

Octavian: Traditional!

Reyna: …sigh

why are all pride flags just stripes make that shit like Wales

Billionaire brothers au

Bruce Wayne, Oliver Queen and Tony Stark were all theatre kids and could definitely perform so many plays and sing the songs perfectly. They all love Hamilton, Six and most musicals and have been to see all the plays during the first showing of them.

In this au Bruce and Oliver are like 23ish while Tony is 21, but no one else remembers due to how much they've done, so they're all gen z

You will randomly find them singing together when they're bored and all the batkids love it because they're great singers, definitely took singing classes together with other rich kids, like Hope(marvel idk her last name) and Lex luthor.

When at galas, if they get bored enough they'd hack into the system, turn on disco lights and play proper party music and sing to it.

Also it's a singer au, where they are all a part of an anonymous band named something dumb like Veota or something they started when they were younger (so all popular modern day songs were written by them and their friends) and they just couldn't be bothered to deal with more paparazzi so no one knows.

So one day the justice league comes over to Bruce's bc they need him for something and they're just singing together with a bunch of famous rich kids and they're just.baffled. so confused. And they just don't care.

Hylla: you can trust me! remember who pulled you out of that river when you were six?

Reyna: let’s not forget who pushed me in

Slight batman au, where batman is only so serious during justice league meetings and at the watchtower bc it's a life or death job.

So, imagine outside of being batman and being in danger Bruce Wayne is actually , like , funny and not serious at all outside of work.

Also, I love the young Bruce Wayne headcannons, where he's in his early 20s and all the children are closer in age. So, he's a good dad but really young,so knows tiktok and songs.

Imagine the justice league seeing him at a gala with people he knows, like if Oliver queen was his friend, and he's just fucking about, not at all serious like as batman. And they think there's something wrong or he's acting when he's actually just having fun.

Add in the au where dc and marvel are in the same universe and you get early 20s Bruce Wayne, Tony stark and Oliver queen messing about and having fun at a gala while the justice league is shocked that Bruce can do much as laugh.

Bruce, Tony and Oliver escaped kidnappings together, and are eachother's safe space, so they just can't be serious around eachother.

Why Bruce and Ollie are always mad at eachother in JL meetings is because otherwise they'd end up laughing and I stand by that.

Spoilers for the end of The Desolations of Devil's Acre ahead!!

I just think its so sweet of Miss Peregrine to remake the loop a day earlier so the kids can have peace without bombs falling from the sky every single night

And also, the trees in the form of Miss Avocet welcoming the kids with open arms is extremely kind

She didn't have to do it, she could very well kept the loop being on September 3rd, 1943

But she moved it so they could finaly be at peace after all the war and stuff against the Wights and the stress of being on the run and I just can't get over how much she loves the kids

REBLOG IF UR PART OF THE MISS PEREGRINE'S HOME FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN FANDOM!!!

Home

Pairing: MissPeregrineXMissCuckoo

Warnings: sickness but comfort :)

Word count: 1807

Tags: @sam1kath @vykanya @mmemalwa @msperegrinesimp @l-lizzy-y

Notes: I know I know, this took me ages, terribly sorry about that. Also about one tiny thing (because it bothers me somehow): I settled for Fay as Alma's nickname given by Isabel YEARS ago and I actually find it cute to this day. I did cringe the hell when I wrote this because I don't wanna write my name in there so we'll just pretend like I'm not called Fay, right? Thanks🥲

Anyways another thing, there will be a little bonus "chapter" coming soon, as an apology :)

Oh and please let me know if you liked it!! <3

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It was a normal day, really. 

The children were playing in the garden while the birds were chirping outside and the sun was shining through the big kitchen window.

Alma was teaching the last lesson for the Ymbrynes in training while Isabel was standing in the kitchen washing the dishes from lunch.

Just as she had put the last plate into the cupboard she could hear the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. 

She looked out of the kitchen and saw the class coming downstairs and separating themselves to go into the garden or the living room.

Isabel smiled slightly as she watched the few girls that went outside to enjoy the sun.

She put the towel away and made her way upstairs to the classroom that was full of students not even a minute ago. 

The door was slightly open so she knocked and pushed the door all the way open.

The huge classroom came into view, with large windows and the wall plastered with pictures and posters. 

At the end of the room sat a tiny woman on a desk that was way too big for her, leaning over some books and papers.

She looked up when she heard Isabel enter the room and gave her a weak smile.

"I see you are still working," Isabel chuckled as she made her way through the classroom.

Alma mustered her shortly before returning her gaze to the papers in front of her.

"I'd also love it if this paperwork did itself but sadly…," she sighed slightly as she gestured at her desk.

Isabel took a look at the papers, now standing on the other side of the desk. 

Then she whispered: "Looks awfully boring."

She looked up and met Alma's face just a few inches from hers. There was a small smile on her face from the comment but there was also something different.

Quickly Isabel noted mentally, how tired Alma looked. She would make sure that she got to rest later. 

Isabel leaned forward a little and dropped a kiss on the small woman's lips before she stood up again.

"I'll bring you some tea and then we can maybe get some things done together, I also need to prepare some lessons." 

Her eyes met the green ones opposite of her and they seemed to shine a bit more than before. 

"Thank you, that's very kind of you," Alma smiled.

"Anything for my favorite falcon," she laughed, making her way back to the door. 

She heard Alma chuckle in the back but when she turned her face again, Alma's nose was already stuck in the papers again.

So she made her way to the kitchen to boil some water. 

In the meantime, she collected all the things she might need to work on the next lesson.

When everything was there and the tea on a tray, Isabel left the kitchen but before she could make her way back to the classroom she bumped into Emma.

"- my, I'm so sorry Emma." 

"Oh Miss, I was actually looking for you! Do you have a minute?"

Isabel looked at the tray in her hand, then at the blonde girl in front of her. 

She sighed, putting everything on a cupboard and following Emma to the garden. 

They stopped under a small tree where Bronwyn and Millard were sitting, a massive book in their lap.

Isabel raised her eyebrow and looked at the three children in front of her with a questioning expression on her face.

"Uhm-, well, we know that you two aren't the biggest fans of celebrating your birthdays and all that," Emma started slowly, nervously fidgeting with her hands as she spoke.

"We still wanted to make something for Miss Peregrine," Millard finished quickly.

Isabel's face softened and a small smile formed on her lips.

"And how can I help you with that?" she carefully put her hand between Emma's to stop her from picking her skin and returned her gaze to the two children under the tree.

Emma's gaze flicked to her hands and the Ymbryne beside her before going to the book in Bronwyn's hand.

"We started to collect pictures from the past weeks and months since a lot has happened and changed," Millard explained.

"And we have collected them into one big album," Bronwyn said, gesturing to the book in her lap.

"We were wondering if you might want to add something yourself."

The Ymbryne thought about it for a short while, then she shrugged lightly.

"I don't think I have anything newer that I could add."

"Nah, we already have newer pictures of you two-," the invisible boy blurted out.

"Millard!" Emma tried to shush him.

Isabel narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Emma who suddenly looked very uncomfortable.

She sighed and agreed that she'd see what she could find. 

Leaving the kids to discuss the rest, she made her way back inside.

The tea had gone cold so she brought it back into the kitchen and quickly made a new one.

Finally, she reached the classroom with a delay of 47 minutes.

Carefully not to startle Alma, she knocked on the door.

When no answer came she knocked a second time and after being left in silence again, she slowly pushed the door open.

She nearly dropped the tray when the room came into view.

Quickly she put it onto the nearest table and rushed to the oaken desk.

Alma was lying with her head on the desk, looking incredibly pale.

When Isabel carefully laid her hand on the younger woman's forehead to check her temperature, she noticed how warm she was.

She cursed internally for not doing something when she had noticed an hour ago that something was wrong.

Gently she started to nudge Alma's shoulder to wake her up.

After a minute she slowly started to open her eyes, tiredly blinking at Isabel until her vision became clearer.

Then in seconds, her head shot up when she realized that she was lying on her papers.

Immediately she regretted the sudden movement as her head started to hurt again and tiny black spots began to cloud her vision.

Isabel caught her head, just as she started to faint again.

"Why didn't you tell me that you felt this bad?" Isabel scolded her softly.

"It's not that bad. -'m fine," Alma whispered, barely audible.

"Yeah, I can see that," the other Ymbryne sighed. "Come on, let's get you upstairs."

Eventually, after a little bit of convincing, they made it into their shared room and Isabel got Alma to lie down.

"Stay? Please?"

Isabel sat down on the bed, carefully taking Alma's hand into hers.

"I can stay until you are asleep, but then I have to go check on the hatchlings and see what we're gonna have for dinner later."

It didn't take long until Alma was asleep. Isabel pulled the covers over the sleeping woman and did as she said, checking on the kids and Ymbrynes-in-training. 

When Alma opened her eyes the next time the light in the room was dimmed and the house seemed to be quiet. 

Not having the strength to stand up, she turned her head a little to the side. There was a tray on the nightstand with a small bowl and a teapot on top of it. 

In the small armchair on the side of the bed sat a tall figure, cuddled in a thick blanket.

She looked up when she noticed that Alma was awake. Isabel smiled warmly at the ravenette’s tired face.

“What happened?” Alma rasped, not being able to move her head.

Isabel got up from her chair and sat down on the bed, carefully taking Alma's hand in hers.

“You are sick, and you passed out because you wouldn't stop working on your papers,” Isabel replied, a thick layer of worry in her voice.

“Nonsense, I'm not sick!” Alma murmured weakly, barely keeping her eyes open.

The other woman couldn't help but chuckle slightly at Alma's not-at-all-convincing reply.

“Well then, I made you soup. Here, you need to eat something. That shouldn't be a problem if you are not sick, right?” she teased, taking the 

bowl from the nightstand and holding it out for Alma to take.

But she only groaned and threw her arm over her eyes. “Seems like you've defeated me.”

The cuckoo set down the bowl and softly squeezed the small hand she was still holding.

“Alright Fay, go back to sleep. But promise me that you'll try to eat something when you wake up the next time! It will help you get better soon!”

Alma nodded slightly but Isabel was sure that she hadn't listened to her anymore and was already asleep.

——

She didn't get better, rather the opposite.

Three days had passed since she had collapsed over her desk. She had slept through most of the days and had barely eaten nor drank anything, looking paler than ever.

“I miss my children,” Alma whined weakly.

“But you need rest!” Isabel protested, her arms crossed over her chest. This argument has been going on for a while now.

“And I promise that I will do that, it's not like I can move anyways,” the ravenette pleaded, “I just miss seeing them!”

The older Ymbryne sighed loudly. 

"Fine! But if they bother you too much, I'll send them to their rooms again!”

“Deal!” Alma gave a weak smile.

Isabel nodded shortly before picking the small woman up and carrying her downstairs into the living room.

The room was quite warm and comfortable. The fire in the chimney was crackling softly and the kids were sitting splattered around in the room, some reading, some playing games, or simply talking.

However, they all looked up and happily greeted the two Ymbrynes as they entered the room.

“Your Ymbryne is still sick so please let her rest,” Isabel reminded the children as she threw the blanket over Alma's shoulders.

She left the room to make some tea and when she came back a few minutes later, Alma was fast asleep again.

Isabel noticed however that Alma seemed to be much calmer than before and she could swear that there was even a hint of a smile on her lips.

Alma was slowly getting better over the next few days. 

When Isabel checked on her, the following day, she was sitting on the sofas, wrapped in a thick blanket and having little Claire in her lap.

Olive was sitting to her right and they were coloring a picture together.

It was an adorable picture, that Isabel had to pause for a minute and just watch the scene.

It was at this moment that Isabel realized that the kids really seemed to do Alma good. And from that moment on she was sure that things were gonna be okay again.

Hotch when someone tells him some tea: Your secret is safe with my indifference.

Search histories part 3: Regulus Black

Sorry for coming for you, babe. We're just too similar.

Hugh going tricker treating

rare vent art from a few months ago

don't give up

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.