The Wayne's didn't get their wealth through hard work and good business skills alone. There may or may not have been some dark magic, spirits, and soul binding contracts involved.

But that's all the way in the past. A long, and purposely, forgotten part of their history. Until it's time for the Wayne's to uphold their end of the deal.

During the family dinner, the demon comes intending to collect the soul of Bruce's first born son. Turns out that Damian isn't Bruce's first child and that Damian kinda forgot that he had an older brother. (They have some sort of time limit to save Danny)

While the Batfam (mainly Bruce) loses their shit. Danny, who is mid escape from some GIW facility, feels something attach itself to his core. It's warm, fuzzy and almost feels like a protective shield over his core. He doesn't think about it much and just focuses on escaping this hell hole.

Jazz, who's outside of the GIW facility as the get away driver, feels her core connects to her brother's, and that contact she made years ago coming into play. She sighs in relief. Everything is going to plan.

So like what if Billy didn't need to breathe. Like we know Captain Marvel doesn't need to so what if that carried over to Billy but only in space.

He could still drown but he could be launched into space and be perfectly fine. The only reason I came up with this bullshit is because it would be really funny if someone just looked out a window in the watchtower and Billy was just floating in space with like a juice box or something

I know how Nesta is described in the book but I always imagine her completely differently. Her features just aren't...strong enough for the kind of character she is. I imagine her with black hair. Tanner skin. I'm also always imagining her in her feral form with the silver eyes. She keeps her hair tied up all the time because her hair is THICK and it flows to her waist. She is 6 feet tall. Her natural eyes are either an icy blue or black.

playing life is strange feels like waking up at your best friend’s house right after a good sleepover

kyuhyun is more edible than heechul. i feel like heechul would hiss like a cat if you tried to bite him. i would still try. perhaps part of the fun of cannibalism is the danger.

I'm sad I'm frustrated I'm fucking angry I'm so tired I don't know what's wrong with me I want to know when I will be normal again I want to stop crying I'm not sure whether I'm headed towards a depressive period or hypomania and I'm scared it's going to be a mixed period which means crippling anxiety amongst other things my thoughts and my feelings are so jumbled I love so much and I hate everything same thing can make me so happy and so sad the next moment I want to get out of my head I want to turn my brain off and my heart too it's not supposed to be like this all I want is to be happy eat sleep fuck that's it why is it too much to ask why can I only get off thinking of him why can I only sleep with the help of pills why can't I eat without feeling guilty why can't I sleep without dreaming of him why can't I get a moment's rest from feeling so much why do I never feel rested at all god I'm exhausted this is so beyond any one thing and at the same time it's all about him and if I'm willing to look any deeper it's all about my mental illness nothing else I'm such a fucking loser I should be embarrassed but I can't be arsed I just keep asking why is this happening what is the purpose why do I feel the way I do is this supposed to teach me something I thought I've had enough of lessons for one lifetime and enough suffering isn't it time something positive happened to me for a change or am I just fundamentally incapable of being happy or accepting positive things into my life I also know I'm not helping anything by blogging the way I do my whole blog atm is about this desire inside of me but I'm afraid I would explode without an outlet so I just keep going with the same gag that everyone has already grown tired of believe me I'm tired of it too so fucking tired

y’know when someone says something to you and you say “what” like 7 times but you still can’t tell what they’re saying? well. I have the perfect solution for you.

first, you have to make up a hamster. yeah, a fish or a rat could work as well, but hamsters are really the best. flesh out the fictional hamster a bit. give him a weird name. perhaps cheesecake, toadstool, or shoelace. give him a backstory. maybe you found him in a shoebox in the basement of your neighbor’s house. idk, be creative.

then, when you’re meeting a new person, bring up the hamster. bonus points if you can find a few pictures of a reasonable looking hamster. extra bonus points if you photoshop him into a selfie with you. make sure you bring up the hamster to the new person at least twice.

after you’ve been talking to the new person for like a week, you take action. call them crying and tell them that your hamster has died. make sure to make the death believable though. no one will believe you if you say it died of natural causes, those little motherfuckers can’t die naturally. they always die from getting flung from a fan into a fishtank or being chased through an air vent by a feral cat or something completely fucking stupid like that.

here’s the most important part. after you finish telling the new person about the death of your hamster, you start laughing. and then the new person gets confused and asks why you’re laughing, tell them that you always start laughing when you get too stressed out from bad news.

BOOM. now when the new person has repeated themself to you like 84 times and you have no clue what they just said to you, you can just laugh. and then if they were telling you that their grandma died or something, they’ll remember your dead hamster and deduce that you’re not laughing at their dead grandma, you’re just stress-laughing.

problem solved 😎

TK like you can't call it off the wedding now!! When Carlos said yes a thousand times, he also said yes to having Owen as the crazy over the top father in law. I'm sure TK has a very good way to get Carlos to relax during these stressful times 😏

TK is the nation’s leading expert in the deanxiousification of the pelican.

having a harder time getting back into drawing than i thought i would and i’m so discouraged. i know it’s irrational thinking but i feel like everyone will just forget about me and i’ll fade into obscurity now that i’m no longer good at the one thing i was okay at, or like my ‘charm’ is gone and now there’s no reason to interact with me anymore so everyone’s gonna leave me

My skin is uncomfortable today, stretched loose and mismatched.

The me of yesterday is still tucked inside soft blankets napping.

Today's me is sensitive to the negative pressure and wants to join them, held tightly in the arms of my partner.

everyone on my tik tok fyp is talking about whether they’re a poet, king, or soldier because of that uquiz, and it’s made me think,,, and, in a ship, both Poet&King and King&Soldier are really popular (and honestly god tier) ship archetypes… but I can’t think of a single Poet&Soldier coded ship

272k! I call this a win!

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^ how I imagine daniel conducting a booty call

Not to be controversial but 001 kinda kinda emits nonbinary/trans energy.. like I don’t think he would care about pronouns or just use neupronouns