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fabiansteinhauer · 2 years

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Malerei

Die Malerei kann später immer nochmal in einem Film auftreten, der Film aber nicht in der Malerei. Man könne zwar Malerei filmen, aber Film nicht malen. Sagt man so, und in Stil und Medium im Film versucht Panofsky, den Film und die Malerei so zu unterscheiden, wie Lessing einmal die Literatur und das Bild unterschied, nämlich groß und irreversibel. Lessing richtete einen Abstand zwischen dem Bild und der Literatur ein, und er richtete damit eine Reihe anderer Abstände ein. Jede Trennung basiert auf einer Kaskade von Austauschmanövern, Austauschmanövern dieser einen Trennung, also auch Trennungen. Die Trennung von Literatur und sitzt bei Lessing einer Trennung von Bewegung und Stille, Handlung und Körper, einer Trennung von Leidenschaften und Sinnen, einer Trennung von Räumen und Zeiten auf. Lessings Laokoon sitzt der Trennung zwischen Autonomie und Heteronomie auf, sein Text über den Laokoon ist einer der Gründungs- und Grundlagentexte von Wissenschaften, die Medien nach Eigenheiten unterscheiden. Die Literatur schildere nacheinander, also am besten Handlungen. Das Bild schildere nebeneinander, also am besten Gegenstände oder Körper, so lautet ein Argument, das vielen Generationen von Germanisten, Hauslehrern, Pfarrern und Erziehern einleuchtete. Man muss Lessing ergänzen: Die Literatur stellt Buchstaben nebeneinander, um Handlung nacheinander zu schildern, während Bilder Stelle für Stelle nacheinander betrachten lassen, um Körper nebeneinander zu schildern. Lessing schreibt vor Einstein, er schreibt noch zu einer Zeit, die Raum und Zeit groß und irreversibel trennen. Und sowas kann einleuchten, vor allem wenn man das alles an einem kleinen Objekt schildert und behauptet, es sei ein großes Objekt, was sich hier unterscheiden liesse sich in einer großen Anzahl anderer Objekte ebenso unterscheiden. So systematisiert man auch.

Aber David Reed kümmert das nicht oder er hat es nicht gelesen, er hält sich nicht dran und malt Bilder, die zelluloid ihre Schichten durchscheinen lassen und aus digitalen Schnittprogrammen zu stammen scheinen. Flimmern die Bilder? Bis zu Unerträglichkeit nicht, sie flimmern nicht. Aber man sieht, dass sie es sollen und wohl auch selber wollen, aber es sind eingefrorene Bilder, das sind Bilder, für die der Begriff Film Still wie gemacht ist. Und die Gesten, die Schwünge aus dem Gelenk, die Malgesten, speichern dann auch, wenn auch anders, auch einwärtsgewendet, Bewegung. Die Malgesten sind geballt, sie ballen die Bewegung, bannen sie sogar. Die Bilder sind nämlich auch so glatt geschliffen, dass alles Plastische, was zur Bewegung gehört, weil diese Bewegung in kurzer Zeit durch den Raum geht, ein Schwung aus dem Gelenk, nur als Illusion übrig geblieben ist. Reed zieht die Zeit und den Raum aus der Geste ab, er abstrahiert die Geste, obschon sie auch vollzogen wurde, die Bilder sind gespachtelt . Reed täuscht an, er simuliert und dissimuliert Malerei, Film und Videotechnik. Das sind ja gleich drei Bilder in einem und nirgends ist ein echtes Bild. Das macht seine Malerei zur rhetorischen Malerei, die explizit weiß, dass Bild und Medium nicht eins sind, man tut so, als ob man Bilder macht. Niemand hat die Absicht, wirklich Bilder zu machen, nicht, wenn er das Bild rhetorisch auffasst. In seinen Ausstellungen um 2000 herum verschachtelte Reed seine Malerei darüber hinaus noch mit Hitchocks Vertigo, in dem er unter anderem Judys Bedroom in der Galerei nachstellte und seine Bilder digital in den Film einsetzte. Ricke hatte den Reed in den Neunzigern nach Köln gebracht, von da nahm Kittelmann die Bilder mit nach Frankfurt, eine zeitlangsah man sie im MMK, jetzt sind sie da schon wieder im Archiv, vielleicht waren es auch wieder Leihgaben, die kurz durch den Wertpreislauferhitzer Museum geschickt wurden. Alkydharz ist, so scheint mir, eine unberechenbare Angelegenheit, manche von Reeds Bildern sind schon sehr früh im Ausstrocknen brüchig geworden.

#david reed #judy's bedroom #painting 486 #painting 543-3 #kunst als indiz #bilder in bildern #bilder in filmen

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billblok · 6 months

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In A Nook

As a living quarters, Judy is most comfortable in a small, compact space that emulates the ancestral subterranean homes of her species.

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#billblok #Anthro #female #Judy #radanite #bed #fur #fluffy #sleeping #bedroom

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vampysquid · 1 year

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but memories look different from overseas

and from the electric chair

#sloppy jane #music #judy’s bedroom

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hummusxx · 4 months

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I Don't care -JB5

parings: Jude Bellingham x fem!reader

summary: It's New Year's Eve in Madrid. Everyone is out having parties and celebrating the new year while u is stuck home sick with the flu. Your boyfriend tries to cheer you up.

Of course. The only handful of days Jude and I can go out together is spent inside on the couch, watching some stupid show. I just had to go and get the flu. My aunt had forgotten to inform everyone that her demon of a child had every sickness known to mankind at Christmas dinner

" Babe get the frown off your face- Everything is alright " Jude tried to reassure me as he was walking towards the couch with a steaming hot bowl of soup.

I look at him in disbelief.

"No Jude. We were supposed to have fun tonight and go out. Not say home and watch this stupid show in clothes that smell like we haven't showered in years." With a frown on my face, I bury my head into the couch cushion.

I start to hear loud bangs and realize that fireworks are going off. I look outside the window with a somber look.

"Um excuse you but The Sopranos is one of the best shows in the world" Jude says offensively as he sets down the bowl.

"-and i wouldn't want it any other way. Just Me and My girl, alone, in pjs, watching a dumb show as u say." he sits next to me, laying his arm around my shoulder and pulling the blanket over him.

"Stop you're going to get sick Jude," I say, as I try and push him to the other side of the couch.

Jude doesn't move any inch. After my pity attempt to move him, he reaches and grabs the bowl on the table and starts to feed me like a mother would her babe.

"Judie I'm not a baby" I whine.

Well, you're my baby" he says, laughing as he watches me frown.

He suddenly puts down the bowl and makes his way into the bedroom.

"Jude where are u going."

"Just a sec" he responds. His voice was muffled by the loud fireworks outside.

He comes back in with a hat and party blower that says,'Happy New Year.'

"Jude what- How did u get this stuff." I say as u sit up from the couch.

Jude moves over to me and puts the hat on my head and the blower in my hand. He walks over to the kitchen and open the fridge.

He grabs 12 grapes for both of us and sits down on the couch.

"I grabbed all this while I was out getting your soup" I stare at him in disbelief. My eyes start to water.

" I know how bad u wanted to go out tonight, so I brought the out to you," he says while turning on the broadcast of the clock in Puerta del sol.

I look at the time, it's 11:57. It's almost the new year.

" Jude"

"mhm" he turns to look at me.

"I love you so much and I'm so grateful for everything that has happened to us this year."

He looks at me and grabs my hands

"Baby you have helped me so much this year and i am forever grateful for u" He Kisses my forehead right at the clock Strucks 12.

The chimes start and we eat the grapes.

We both finish them all in the chimes.

"Happy New year baby' he says as he grabs my head..

"Jude you're going to get sick" i say leaning in

"I don't care."

Hummusxx Corner

heyyy everyonee i hope this was good. I haven't wrote in ages it feels like so im happy to have a new piece out. In Spain, they have a tradition of eating 12 grapes with the 12 chimes of the clock in puerta del sol and if u finish all 12 you will have a good new year full of luck. So since Jude has moved to spain decided to include it in because it just felt right. If u liked it plssss repost or comment. Love yall and byeee

I wanted this to be posted on new years eve BUT I literally can’t wait so here it is early 😉

#hummusxx' corner #jude bellingham #jb5 #new year #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham fluff #jude x reader #football blurb #football #Madrid #sickfic #football fluff #football fanfic

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hometoursandotherstuff · 2 days

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What in the world is happening here? Beautiful, historic 1800 farmhouse in Perkiomenville, PA was restored by the current owner. Some interesting design choices were incorporated into this wonderful piece of history. It has 4bds, 2ba, 9.33 acres of land, and they're asking $795K. Take a look at what they've done.

Now, as anyone familiar with American History knows, the slide was an efficient replacement for stairs in early 1800 farmhouses. It was higher at the bottom so a stool could be placed underneath, next to a cow ready to be milked.

I appreciate that they left the floors and this wonderful fireplace. Why, though, do clean, straight walls look so out of place? What would look better? Maybe some texture?

Lovely. The big old pot over the fire.

They stood a vintage statue of St. Francis, the patron saint of animals, in the fireplace. Not exactly the place of honor one would expect.

The living room is very large and has a new fireplace. Lovely original stone peeks out of the drywall like wainscoting.

They put in a modern kitchen, although it looks like an island is missing. The pots are just dangling in the middle of the ceiling.

Family room. In order to sell any home, you must include at least one stylish griege room.

Plus a vintage/modern bath combo. Don't forget the gray walls.

I have no idea what's going on in here. It's a large bedroom with Buzz Lightyear running on air near the ceiling and some weird wiring for the chandelier.

In 1889, after the Eiffel Tower was built, it was every farm girl's dream to visit Paris. So prevalent was this, that the late actress/singer Judy Garland released the song "How You Gonna Keep 'Em Down on the Farm, After They've Seen Paree?" in 1919. Hence, this symbolic shower curtain.

The primary bedroom has fabric draped over the beams to create a romantic retreat, clearly inspired by the new dating show sensation, "The Farmer Wants a Wife" featuring hunky young farmers.

Some work was begun in this area.

Lots of wires, here.

The property is beautiful. Is that a little smokehouse?

Look at this wonderful barn that needs to be saved.

I don't know what's going on, but this property is a living museum and it looks like there's been some demo. Wait a minute, is that the top of a tower in the right corner?

Woah, talking about demo, everything here has been wiped out. The devastation.

It's a beautiful piece of property- the Perkiomen Creek runs alongside the 9.33 acre farm.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/10-Walnut-Ln-Perkiomenville-PA-18074/9946795_zpid/?

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#historic farmhouse #historic farm #old house dreams #houses #house tours #restored homes #Youtube

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 3 months

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STAGED LIVESTREAM SUMMARY S1

BABYGIRLS, BITCHBOYS, AND BOYCOTTERS OF THE BINARY, HELLO MAGGOTS OF MINE. Can you tell it is past 5 am and I just took my sleep meds? We all know how well that goes for my post-making prowess *stares at my good omens part 1 update on Neil's blog*.

BUT that is a regret for post-sleep me to have. When the sun rises I'll go to bed, it's a fucked up sleep schedule but hey the sun and I can't be up at the same time we'd all combust from the hotness. Oh I'm going to regret this so much. But I feel like it's only in this state that I can do justice to that goddamn livestream.

STRAP IN BECAUSE THIS IS A LONG POST AND I WILL NOT CUT IT BECAUSE I WANT EVERYONE WHOSE DASH IT LANDS ON TO YEARN FOR SPIRTUAL EYE-BLEACH.

Soooooo without further ado, or should I say much ado about nothing (see I can reference Shakespeare):

The stream starts, and we are witness to David Tennant being pointy and chaotic, Michael Sheen being adorable and enraged, and Simon looking close to tears at all times, which is a fucking mood.

I am witness to a disturbing degree of thirst every time Michael turns to the side. Michael in profile, they all swoon. I am concerned.

I'm reminiscing about my lockdown memories. David looking confused in a hoodie is very fucking relatable. Once, I started sobbing because my wardrobe looked like a wardrobe. It was a time for us all.

However, everyone else is busy yelling about different showings of Hamlet, Richard the Something Number, etc etc. No one is paying attention to me and my poor poor memories.

Now, I read original Shakespeare when I was like 13, .I like him. But I do not have this level of expertise. FRIENDS, ROMANS, COUNTRYMEN, LEND ME YOUR EARS, I beg.

No one pays attention. I am sad.

I go off to sulk.

By which I mean I actually pay attention to the show. So maggots reading this and wanting an actual summary, this is the only time you're going to get it, because it was when I was watching.

Basically, Simon (I'm gonna refer to their characters as them but for the record it's scripted, I'm being so considerate to the people who're here for an actual summary) digs himself into a hole, Michael does not like him and makes that very known, David offers to get Simon out of the hole and in the process digs both of them into an even deeper hole, and Samuel L Jackson (is that his name) and Michael become unlikely allies to get revenge on David.

Rather than an apology dance, though, David has to stand in a corner. Meanwhile, Georgia and Anna are the only ones actually functioning at their lives, Michael gets blackmailed into servitude by his neighbour, and Simon holds back tears. Judi Dench is involved (that's her name right).

Now as you can see, I am paying full attention to the show until this point. At this fucking point though, I make the poor choice of opening the stream chat.

@thescholarlystrumpet's profile picture is a certain angel. Focused on... the lower half.

Everyone in the chat is talking about Aziraphale's thighs.

This derails. Everyone is now talking about Aziraphale's dick.

Strumpet insists vehemently that the thighs are the focus.

Everyone says the thighs are only there for framing purposes.

You know me, maggots. I'm drawn to chaos, shark to blood. So I end my sulk at not being the centre of attention, and delightedly hop into the chat.

Someone (@vitrilol it was you, I believe? until confirmation, I'll refer to them as Ari) says they wish someone liked their thighs.

So naturally I say I like your thighs.

Oh, swoon, the flirting, you maggots would be scandalised. I'm quite the charmer. It is delectable. We take it to the bedroom. The bedroom is the stream chat. There are gasps.

Another maggot says that this is simply mine and Ari's room, and they're just in it. So then I tell them, why simply stand and watch? They should join in.

They say they have mixed experience with threesomes. I ask who said we're capping it at three?

They are far more comfortable with the idea of an orgy. An orgy has now been initiated. Some people express concern. Others are entirely on board.

Some say they are afraid they're too old for the said orgy, they're old enough to be my aunt. I say nonsense, you wanna orgy, you orgy.

Ari takes this opportunity to wonder if I'm old enough to be their aunt. They then hasten to assure me that they like MILFs.

I find this hysterical, because I am a nineteen year old guy whom people have said gives off tiktok fuckboy energy in real life. I make that fact known. I'm glad that being a man and being 19 does not exclude me from being a MILF, however.

At this point, Ari points out that at least people find me attractive, even if it's a tiktok fuckboy way. I am unsure that being attractive is worth giving off tiktok fuckboy energy. (Thank god, this is not my only vibe. I also have unkept stinky teenage boy, witch and Jane Austen debutante princess, but weird).

Someone else says that hey, I'm closer in age to their son than them. I am about to ask whether their son is eligible and how many pounds he has a year, when they add that the son is 12. I tell them I am glad I did not ask those things. They agree.

The show is still going on. Someone is gasping on Georgia's phone, and I assume it is labour (I learned my lesson about assuming orgasms after the good omens pilot). I am correct. A maggot says that labour and orgasms do not sound the same.

I'm a clueless aspec boy. I don't know about labour or orgasms.

There is some debate then about whether screaming in pain is a difference or a possible common ground for those two things.

The orgy is expanding. Strumpet has to step in to say that while thirsting about the actors is entirely fine, please everyone refrain from sexting in the stream chat.

I feel like I should state here for the record that no one was sexting.

Well. Okay. That's a dubious stretch of the truth, but I love dubiously stretching the truth.

David abuses chairs and beds and his limbs with his posture. I relate.

The neighbour nearly dies, then does not.

The internet gives up on the stream. This is fair. Poor internet.

But while the video is lagging, someone mentions that one of their favourite fanfic authors passed away.

Comfort is offered, as is my brand of aggressively gentle love. Basically DON'T FUCKING APOLOGISE, sweetheart, your grief is valid. Strumpet says how in case she should disappear she's given a friend the authority to post her WIPs as a precautionary measure. And now people are crying.

I ask Strumpet to pause the stream. We all get really fucking emotional about the beauty of writing, of art enduring past the lives of the artists, and whether the author knew how much they were loved. This is getting really sad, but in a beautiful way.

We go back to the stream. Who knows what happens? Not me.

But what matters to me isn't what's on the stream, it's what's in the chats. The people I get to talk to. The hope that I can, at the very least, ensure that they are never, ever unheard. That they get the love they deserve.

I'm too sleepy to reread that. Meds have kicked in. Eyes shut time. If I fucked up somewhere in the post do forgive me maggots of mine, it's past 6 am which means the sun has risen and I need to go the fuck to sleep till noon is over at least.

I love you. Love love love. Send me anything you want anytime. My ask box is open. Go wild. You will not be fucking unheard. Yeah? Good. I love you, again, for good measure.

@howmanyholesinswisscheese ya proud of me, dad?

#good omens mascot #good omens #the fam #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #maggots #good omens fandom #staged #bbc staged #michael sheen #david tennant #georgia tennant #anna lundberg #staged livestream #staged summary #well more of livestream summary #and unhinged breakdown of everyone's sanity #but hey #david and michael

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androgynealienfemme · 1 year

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“A butch without Metal”

The dress code was hard on Gayle, whom the Lesbian-Feminists labeled a “female impersonator” because of her polished nails and make-up. Gayle said she wanted nothing to do with a woman’s “liberation” movement that bound her. My own chains had become something of a problem. Doing reconnaissance on my favorite chain-link black leather boots, Radical Rita Right On had advised me, “you cant expect to retain a position of leadership with male-identified chain on your shoes.” My dark night of butchdom came around one evening as, with pliers, I pried off the gold chains slung around the ankles of my boots. Looking up at my bedroom wall, I read Judy Grahn’s poster poem, “a common woman is as common as a common loaf of bread.” Snapping the chain off my second boot, I almost cried and wondered if Grahn’s persona, Edward the Dyke, would have like my boots. I reached into the back of my closet, pulled a piece of black velvet out of my sex-toys box, and gently wrapped my chains around it. Reshod, I stood in requiem in my boots. They were naked. I was stripped. I’d spent my life learning how to take my power through my feet. I’d drawn strength through the ground, through my boots. Felt the energy shoot out through my words, my hands. Now, a link in my butch power chain was severed. What did it mean to live as a butch without chains? *** “I was sitting there, nervously slapping my hiking boots together, probably lost in a retrograde daze, when I heard a voice call out “Are there any butches in the room?” Subconsciously, I shot my hand up. A hush swept the room and brought me into the present. I panicked. There was only one other woman in the room with her hand raised. “Damn!” I swore to myself, recalling the leader’s question as I felt my face turn as blue as denim. I’d been nailed by the androgynous imperative! “This meeting is for women-identified women only. All butches must leave,” the leader decreed. Having come to accept that all discussions in the women’s movement were collectively decided except when someone actually decided something, I stood and strode. “This is politics. Don’t take it personally.” The older butch slammed the door in back of us as she put her arm around my shoulder. “They’ll change their minds tomorrow anyway. Come home with me. I know just what you need.”

"Butches, Lies, and Feminism" by Jeanne Cordova, The Persistent Desire, (edited by Joan Nestle) (1992)

#lesbian #lesbianism #lgbt #lgbt history #lesbian history #feminism #feminist history #the persistent desire #butch #femme #butch femme #lgbtq+#lgbtq+ history #recs #writing

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witchofthesouls · 6 days

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Bayverse squandered their "Earth is Unicron" subplot and so many characters.

It would have been so perfect to delve into the really freaky and disturbing lore that humans created across the world...

And found out it was real.

Not just King Arthur and Merlin, but the faint remains of Atlantis, the echoes of mad laughter from a revelry in ancient forests, the fox messengers of Inari traveling everywhere, strange and terrible shapes twisting beneath the ocean waves or off the coast of the Diego Garcia base, ghost towns filled with decrepit homes and buildings with the odd sense between hope and despair as they wait, national statues or ancient sculptures that are actually once living people and beings but transformed into marble and rock and sleeping until they feel the brush of the Matrix or the Allspark, wide and empty stretches of road with no one else and GPS glitches along with time (minutes that go on forever, every so slowly, painfully) as they pass the same canyon formation or homemade sign over and over and over-

I live and love the Other aus too much to give them up, so-

Give me a Mikaela Banes who has become a Dragon herself with the blessings by a Primordial (the Great Shadow, Carnage Incarnate, Unmaker's Mirror) that devoured worlds and remade them as she's the one that offered herself as tribute upon their altar.

Give me a Sam Witwicky who has seen the universe in all of its terrible and wicked glory, beastly and divine in the transcendent music that the Allspark weaves in its own song in the grand orchestra -he has seen, he has heard, and he cannot help but remember snippets beneath the breeze that rustles the trees and the soft patter of rain upon his bedroom window and haunts all his dreams and every waking moment because, despite his vocal adamance, he can never return to normalcy.

Give me Judy Taylor that tries to outrun the monsters in her family's shadows and the ghosts that howl for vengeance and protection in her childhood home by eloping with a Ron Witwicky with a similar madness in his own bloodline.

Give me a William Lennox whose luck is too uncanny, too fortuitous, especially in hindsight, as he feels the very signs his own grandmother would foretell as she hangs trinkets in the branches and leaves sweets on the porch.

("Long ago, Man made peace with Magic.")

#transformers #bayverse #transformers bayverse #mikaela banes #sam witwicky #judy witwicky #ron witwicky #william lennox #unicron #magic #fantasy #maccadam #horror #fic ideas #my writing #look the writers are going “Earth is a reflection of a god of chaos #then FEED ME #nature is already illogical and chaotic #i want the Cybertronians and modern humans to freak the fuck out that magic is real

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stephstars08 · 1 year

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Still Alive ~ Chapter One

Ethan Landry x Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Trauma, Nightmares, Death, Murder, Parent Issues, Some Angst, and Possibly Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot anything)

Word Count: 1,792

Author's Note: Here we are, the first chapter! This chapter is more of just an introduction of how the reader got to New York and how she's become close to the core 4. I know this is a short chapter but I promise as the chapters go on they will get longer! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this first chapter and I will be posting the next chapter on Friday! Also, sorry if there are any errors, this isn't proof read since I was rushing to post this.

Y/N was sleeping in her comfy and cozy bed, but she wasn’t having a pleasant and calming dream. She was having another nightmare of what happened in Woodsboro just a year ago.

Y/N is the only child of Gale Weathers and Dewey Riley. Y/N was born in Woodsboro but when she hit high school her mom got the job as a host for a morning show in New York city. Everything was going well until her parents decided to get a divorce. Dewey just wasn’t fitting in. He wasn’t used to living in a big city, so he packed his bags and went back to Woodsboro.

Now, what happened last year is what really changed Y/N’s life. Her parents have told her all about the four incidents they went through with her godmother Sidney Prescott. They told her about the seven different Ghostface’s that tried to kill them and Sidney. Y/N was around during the 2011 Ghostface killings but she doesn’t remember much since she was young and when her dad found out a new Ghostface was back he sent her to go live with grandmom Riley. Her parents and Sidney reassured her that the fourth Ghostface massacre would be the last time, but they were wrong.

When Gale got a text from Dewey saying it was happening again, she knew she had to go back to Woodsboro. Y/N insisted that she come. It took a lot of convincing, but she somehow got her mom to take her but of course her mom watched her like a hawk. The main reason why Y/N wanted to go was to see her dad. Yes, they stayed in touch by talking on the phone every day, but it wasn’t the same. Y/N met Sam and her boyfriend Ritchie when she reunited with dad at the crime scene of Sheriff Judy Hicks and her son Wes. Y/N was heartbroken to find out what happened to them since she grew up close to Wes since their mom and dad worked at the police station together.

Sam, Ritchie, and Sam’s little sister Tara were the last ones to see her father alive. Her dad, Sam, and Ritchie rushed to the hospital to save Tara from another Ghostface attack. Y/N wished she went with them. Maybe, if she was there, she could’ve talked her dad out of going back. Y/N was furious so when she killed the person who stabbed her father, she was happy. She was satisfied with herself for making that person feel the same pain she put her through.

When Mindy walked into Y/N’s bedroom she knew she was having another nightmare by her tossing and turning. Mindy walked over to her bedside and started to shake her. “Y/N, wake up.” Mindy said as she continued to shake her by the shoulder. When Y/N’s eyes shot open she saw Mindy looking at her with a worried gaze. “Another nightmare about killing Amber?” Mindy asked her as Y/N sat up in bed. “Yeah.” Y/N answered with a heavy sigh as she rubbed the tiredness out from her eyes. “Maybe you should go see that therapist Sam has been seeing.” Mindy suggested to her for like the hundredth time. “I’ll keep it in mind.” Y/N said throwing her blanket off her body.

Now it was Mindy’s turn to let out a heavy sigh since that’s what Y/N always says. “I made some breakfast, it’s in the kitchen.” Mindy told her as she walked over to the door. After Y/N gave her a nod she walked out of the room.

After everything that happened with Ghostface Y/N has grown close to Sam, Tara, Mindy, and Chad but she would say she’s the closest to Mindy since they became roommates when she moved to New York with Sam, Tara, and Chad. Y/N goes tot the same college as Tara, Mindy, and Chad.

Y/N sat up all the way and sat on the edge of her bed. When she picked up her phone, she saw a text from her mom which made her roll her eyes. Y/N had a falling out with her mom after she decided to write another book about the killings when she promised her own daughter that she wouldn’t. Y/N ignored the text as she put her phone back down so she could get up and get ready for the day.

Y/N got changed into a fresh pair of clothes. She put on something simple. She put on a Woodsboro police department T-shirt that used to belong to her father with a pair of blue jeans. She brushed her hair and just left it down since again she was going for a simple look today. She slipped on a pair of black converses and grabbed her phone to put it into her back pocket.

Y/N walked out of her bedroom and into the living room where Mindy was sitting on the couch with her girlfriend Anika eating some pancakes. Anika is always at the apartment which Y/N doesn’t mind since Anika is so sweet and is perfect for Mindy.

“Hey, you good?” Mindy asked her still with that worried gaze. “Yeah, better when I first woke up.” Y/N told her going to go into the kitchen to fix herself a plate of pancakes, but Mindy stopped her. “Woah, sit down and relax. I’ll go fix you a plate.” Mindy told her as she stood up. “Thanks, Mid.” Y/N said with a soft smile as she sat down on her comfy chair that was next to the couch. “No problem.” Mindy told her, returning a smile, and walked into the kitchen.

“Hey, you coming to the frat party with us tonight?” Anika asked her in a curious tone as she sat the plate, she was sharing with Mindy on the coffee table. “I don’t know.” Y/N said with a shrug. “Aw, c’mon Y/N! It’ll be fun.” Anika said to her with a pleading look in her eyes. Y/N just stared down at her hands that were resting on her lap.

“Ethan will be there.” Anika said with a smirk on her face. “Huh?” Y/N asked look back up at Anika. Of course, she was playing dumb to try and hide the excitement that ran through her veins at the mention of the boy’s name. Ethan is Chad’s roommate. “Y/N, we know you have like the biggest crush on him.” Anika told her. “No, I don’t.” Y/N said with nervousness in her tone avoiding Anika’s stern gaze. “Y/N Riley, don’t you dare lie!” Mindy said in a stern tone obviously listening to the conversation as she walked back into the room holding a plate of pancakes. “Okay, I guess it is super obvious.” Y/N mumbled as she took the plate from Mindy.

“But seriously though, you should come out with us tonight.” Mindy told her walking back over to Anika. “You deserve a night out.” Mindy added as she stood behind the couch. Y/N isn’t the biggest party girl, but she knew Mindy was completely right. She’s been so stressed with her classes and the whole situation with her mom. She does need a night out with her best friends. “Okay, I’ll come.” Y/N told them. “Yay!” Anika said with an excited little squeal. “That’s my girl.” Mindy said with a smirk on her face. “Yeah, whatever.” Y/N said with a playful roll of her eyes as she started to eat her pancakes.

“C’mon Anika, we gotta get to class.” Mindy told her as she grabbed her bag from the floor. Anika stood up and grabbed her bag from the floor as well. “We’ll see you later.” Mindy said to Y/N as she walked over the door with Anika right by her side. Mindy grabbed her keys off the hook that was right next to the door. “See ya.” Y/N said with a little wave. Mindy and Anika walked out of the apartment leaving Y/N all by herself.

As Y/N ate her pancakes she scrolled through her social media on her phone. As she scrolled, she saw the rumors about Sam that were all over the place. After the secret about Sam being the daughter of Billy Loomis came out someone spread a lie out that Sam was the one that actually did all of the killings last year and that she just framed Ritchie and Amber. It was frustrating because everywhere Sam went people would call her a killer. It made Y/N furious that people believed that Amber was innocent.

Y/N felt herself getting worked up, so she shut her phone off and just ate the last couple of bites of her pancakes. When Y/N finished she got up and walked into the kitchen. She rinsed her plate off and put it into the dishwasher. Y/N looked up at the clock and saw that her first class of the day starts in thirty minutes. She quickly ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Y/N walked into her bedroom to grab her book bag and made her way to the front door. She made sure she had everything before grabbing her keys off the hook.

Y/N walked out of the apartment making sure the door was locked and quickly walked down the steps and out of the apartment building. It was a good thing that the apartment wasn’t far from campus because if it was, she would be so late. As Y/N walked down the busy sidewalk she felt her phone buzz in her back pocket. When she took her phone out of her pocket, she saw another text message from her mom asking if she was free tonight to go out to dinner. “Why can’t she take a fucking hint?” Y/N mumbled under her breath as she unlocked her phone. She was going to ignore the text like she did the first one, but she knew if she did her mom would just continue to text her till, she gave her an answer. Y/N texted back saying she already as plans with her friends and that was it.

She wasn’t going to tell her that she was going to a party because she knew her mom was going to tell her to not go. Ever since last year her mom has become very overprotective just like Sam has with Tara. Y/N knows her mom doesn’t want to lose her since she’s the only family she has left but after that fucking book came out, show doesn’t believe a single thing her mom says to her. She lost all trust with her mom which broke her because her mom is the only blood relative, she has here with her or even has left. Y/N shoved her phone back into her jean pocket and continued her walk to class.

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what pets i think fit with the batfam

these are kinda out of order but what evs

tell me what other characters u want (doesnt have to be bat-adjacent)

Dick Grayson

German shepherd maybe a huskey mix too

I know he has Hailey in canon but canon is of my choosing

I feel like his prestict was training dogs and one of them failed the training but hes already bonded with it so he takes it home with him and now he has a dog

he names it after somthing in the cirus

also named nightbite and the dog is considered a vigilante but only comes out to calm down children

Jason Todd

orange tabby

whenever someone meets the cat for the 1st time he spends 15 mins trying to convince them the cat is actually red

named elizabeth, and he forces you to call the cat elizabeth, no lizzie or any other nickname only elizabeth

he found her wandering around crime alley with out a collar and scooped her up and took her home

they become inseparable except when jason is doing vigilante stuff them the cat sleeps in his bed

shes tiny from malnourishment ect. from being on the street

he nourishes her back to health but she never gets to full size

Tim Drake

toad

he wanted a bullfrog before realizing how annoying they are and ended up getting an american toad

he named it either tim jr. or frog

he puts it in a mason jar (no top ofc) with some water and brings it everywhere (non vigilante)

the toad works comms and he tries to get everyone to call it red toad (failure)

he wears gloves when handling it and is very careful not to get salmonella (all reptiles and amphibians are loaded with it)

Duke Thomas

im giving him 2 types of pets

first he has a fish tank with those floresent neon fish

he has the full set up with the black lights and everything

1 fish of each color named color fishie (blue fishie, yellow fishie, ect.)

he also gets a rabbit

specifically a Miniature Cashmere Lop

he names it judy (zootopia reference lol)

he took her on patrol with him one in one of those baby carries that straps to your chest but he bent down and judy hopped out and he spent half an hour chasing her around

she lives on his bedroom floor, he has everything she needs lined along a wall and she just kinda chills all day

Cass Cain

SNAKE

she gets a common brown snake

they are non venomous, typically very docile, and the longest they can get is 13 inches long

she did tons of research on snakes and makes sure it living its best live

names it after her favorite fruit

she keeps trying to feed duke’s fish to it

brown snakes are fairly small so she will curl it around her fingers on one hand and do her homework with the other

Carrie Kelley

Yes shes part of the family

a hedgehog

she keeps it in her pocket

his name is sonic

she made him a blue mask and paints some of the quills blue and takes him on patrol (he mostly stays in her pocket)

one notable occasion she shot him with her sligshot into a thug’s face

sonic was ok the thug however was not

sonic lives in carrie’s pocket

Alfred Pennyworth

mini horse

he named it named fredrick

it stays out in the barn with batcow

he goes out on walks around the manor grounds and the horse will follow him around

helps out around the batcave and works coms with frog

Damian Wayne

i know he already has a ton of pets go away

caribbean reef octopus

i saw a video of one of these guys escaping its tank and immediately thought of damian

either gives it an arab name or names it richard

has an amazing tank setup for it with lots of enrichment

sometimes he takes it out on walks around the manor and damian will carry a little spray bottle to ensure he doesnt dry out

HE GETS 2 ASWELL CAUSE I JUST REMEBERED SMTH

a bearded dragon

he wanted a komodo dragon but they are massive (and venomous) so he compromised on a bearded dragon

he gives her either an arab name or names her timothy

ITS A DRAGON HED BE SO HAPPY!!!!

just like the octopus he takes really good care of her

she has a bunch of differnt outfits and leashes and he takes her on walks all the time

Stephanie Brown

Indian star tortoise

she saw a tortoise mukbang video and decided she needed one (go to animal asmr on youtube)

she named her ravioli

tried to get her a job in the bat med bay but alfred refused to let “ground zero for a salmonella outbreak” into the med bay

she has a massive box with multiple sets of lights despite how tiny she is (hes a baby now and about 2.5 in but adults get to 7-12 in)

as a baby she rides around on steph’s shoulder

once she gets bigger steph puts her in a leash

Bruce Wayne

way too many bats to count

each person has a bat named after them and a bat they have named

the rest are named bat bat

the bats are not allowed outside of the batcave

he also has ace (bat hound) who, from my best guess, is a Doberman

he also gets a fox moth

he raises it from a caterpillar and he loves it (he picks it up off the sidewalk and decides to keep it)

he names it bug

only pet not allowed to go into the batcave

it mostly stays on his head or shoulder when not asleep (even as a full grown moth)

sleeps in a net like cage thing hanging in his room

he cried really hard when it pupated only for a moth to come out a few weeks later

Jarro

why is the starfish here?

because

anyway in Flash 238-243 in the 70’s hal has a pet alien starfish thing named itty

jarro gets his own itty and yeah

#batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #carrie kelley #stephanie brown #cass cain #cassandra cain #alfred pennyworth #damian wayne #damian al ghul #bruce wayne #jarro #batman #dc comics #robin

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