To Be Honest All Option Are Possible.

Are you okay or did you realize Ekko was right

THE MIND OF A WEIRD BLACK GIRL

CHAPTER 3: "I HATE COLD FOOD"

Platonic yandere!batfamily x Deathstroke!reader

SYNOPSIS: He's been visiting me once a week like I'm his child in college, BUT THE FUCKER PUT ME IN HERE!!! And if there wasn't a thick glass between us, the old man would be DEAD.

People say that living in Arkham sucks fucking ass, but it's not that bad, really. Well, okay, it is that bad. There's rats chewing on electric wires, and the "villains" keep trying to break out but get hauled back in here like groceries. The psychologist keeps asking stupid questions that make you go more insane than the Sesame Street that keeps playing on those busted TVs. They won't show anything else but kid stuff or the news—something about not showing the patients violence. But let's be real here, this isn't some regular insane asylum; this place is more like a fucking prison. Your room got switched out for something that looks like you're locked up in Alcatraz. You have a collar on your neck that lets out calming mist that knocks you out or makes you fall asleep when pressed, but because the electrocuting one was too "inhuman," like this place wasn't completely inhuman. But it's not too bad. You've been through worse training with Slade. It makes you laugh. One time he left you on an island with only a knife and dreams: "If you survive, you become my prodigy." Now that was worse. It made you laugh because the old man had left food and supplies lying around because he cared, unlike, well, he who shall not be named. And by he who shall not be named, he's visiting you today. And let's be honest, he's been visiting you every Friday at 3, every single damn time—not a second late. He's not tired of your face; he's not tired of the scowl you give. He's not scared when you punch the windows or yell that you'll kill him because the reason why you're here is because you tried to kill him, but you failed, getting caught by his dusty sons before you could stab him right between the eyes. You were so close, yet so far—so fucking far. And now you're here. Pretty ironic you'd tried to get locked up for hours so that you wouldn't see him, but you get dragged out of your room. It doesn't matter how hard you thrash or how many nurses and doctors you slam against the walls; they roll your ass into that meeting room whether you like it or not. You tried to run out once before he could start talking, but the guards activated your collar, leaving you motionless in the chair for two minutes. They do it a lot now, and now he has a remote to activate it when you get out of hand. How fucking perfect is that?"[Name Wayne]," said a voice on the intercom. It made you shake, knowing what was to come of this. The nurses were getting tired of fighting with you just to see your dad, and you knew he was tired of pressing that button, but you seriously didn't want to talk to him at all. "[Name Wayne], come to the visiting room, please. You have a visitor; he has a gift for you." A gift? Does he think I'm a baby? Jesus Christ. A nurse came around but stayed six feet away from you.

"Uhmm, [Ms. Wayne]?" asked a timid nurse. "I have ears; I'll go," you groaned, getting off the couch in the place they call the entertainment room, which was just three boxes, a TV, card games, and board games. Entertainment, my ass. The nurses tried to touch you, but you slapped their hands away. "I can go there on my own; I need this over with." You walked down the corridors. The hallways felt longer than they did before. Were you walking slow just because you didn't want to see him? Get a grip, [Name]. He's just an old man—an old man who abandoned you twice, choked you out, and broke your rib. You aren't afraid of him. You refuse to be. He should be afraid of you and what you're going to do to him when you get out, and when you get out, he's going to wish he had better security in this place.

You entered the visiting room, and there he was, his face shaved, lemon-pepper hair gracing his black locs. He had a small scar above his eyebrow, and it made you feel proud—you had done this to him. So proud, you placed your feet in front of him, picked up the phone beside you, and held it to your ear.

"Afternoon," you mumbled.

"Afternoon," he answered.

Then silence. He spoke after a moment.

"No nurses?"

"Nah, I wanted to give them a break this week."

He laughed; it was a short, raspy laugh, one you were used to. He shouldn't be laughing, not at all. "What do you want?"

"Just to talk."

We're talking right now," you said,

I'm already feeling a migraine coming on.

"You used to talk more. You'd tell me everything, and more."

Oh God, he's reminiscing. "I was twelve, Bruce. I didn't know how to shut up."

"And now you do." He smiled, and it was that warm, dad smile that made you want to puke. You felt your collar beep.

"Something wrong?"

"Nothing, just tired."

Tired of you, but he really wasn't here just to talk—he's a detective with questions, and you're someone with answers.

"I took Slade to prison."

Great, imprisoning another father figure. How beautiful.

"God, you can't be serious."

You sighed.

"I am."

"Is that my gift imprisoning my mentor. "

"Yes." This has to be a joke. Taking the person who cares most about me and putting them in prison? Great, just terrific, Father of the damn Year.

"I'm going to kill you, you know that, right?"

"No, you're not." You hate how confident he sounds.

"You couldn't do it the first time, so how are you going to do it now? You still care for me, [Nickname]."

"Don't fucking call me that! You have no right to call me that!" My collar beeped, and I let out a deep breath.

"And as for caring, I don't."

"But you do."

"No, I don't."

He gave me that sickly sweet smile that could make your heart melt, but I wasn't falling for his tricks. I'm better than that, and I'm better than him.

"When I get out of here, you're dead. I have three months left in here, and when I'm free, ha, you'll have a sweet little bullet right between your skull."

"I'd like to see you try, dear." Oh, you'll see.

"You're fucking dead."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

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The Cowper's neighborgs AU (the Marina situation)

In this AU Penelope wasn't as close to the Bridgerton as she is in the original. Because they're not neightborgs, El and Pen never got really close. I still think that she fell for Colin because both in the TV series and in the show they met by accident while they were children, the only difference is that since she didn't get to know him they didn't became friend until way later.

So back to the Marina situation, I think that since they weren't as close she wouldn't have reveal Marina's secret on Lady Whistledown BUT she would have tried to convince her not to do it because it wasn't right and she still liked Colin and he didn't deserve to be deceived like that. So we still had the speach were Marina told Penelope to give up because Colin didn't see her like a woman.

I like to think that by then Cressida and Penelope had grown closer so this time she went to Cressida and told her what happen. Cressida started the rumor of Marina being pregnant. Penelope didn't tell her anything but Cressida wasn't stupid she noticed more things especialy now that she spend more time at the Featherington's house. Then Penelope had to report it in the whistledown afterward.

Cressida never liked Marina. She saw her friendship with Penelope as tresspassing on her relationship with Penelope. She wouldn't admit it at this point but she vallued Pen as a friend, since she struggle to make friend and since she had a bad attitude she was scarred Pen might prefer Marina. So it was some kind of revenge against her.

So did Colin and Eloise manage to get to Penelope at the ball at some point? Honestly I’d just love to know what happens next with everyone at home the ball. Part 2?

Part 2 of the ball? Really nothing much else happened. Kate and Anthony got into an argument about Kate's (accurate) description of the Bridgerton brood. Phillip and Penelope just continued moving and even took to the dance floor a few times. Michael and Francesca overheard Sophie call Benedict a nudist and busted out laughing.

Phillip and Penelope were the first ones out the door as soon as they could. Neither of them didn't want to be there in the first place. Sophie, Kate, and Lucy were right behind them. All of them had to be up early the next morning for work and school. Michael stuck around a little bit longer to say goodbye to Francesca. Simon and Gareth were stuck until much later in the evening because they very much feared Lady Danbury.

This didn't go well for Gareth later in the evening, because you know who else was there? Felicity Featherington.

Felicity took notice of how Colin and Eloise followed around Sir Crane and his plus one. Felicity could also spot her favorite sister anywhere. Even if it has been a few years since they saw one another in person. It is also well known that the four lords had friends outside of high society.

Hyacinth and Gareth had just finished a dance when Felicity cornered him.

"St. Clare," Felicity said staring him down. "Was that or was that not my sister with Sir Crane this evening."

Hyacinth turned towards Gareth. "Penelope was here?"

Gareth tensed. Penelope was going to kill him.

Michael, Phillip, and Penelope were all woken up by a loud banging on their apartment door.

Michael glared at the door like it offended his mother. "Damn, who comes to disturb the peace at seven am."

Phillip only makes a noise of agreement, but the morning grump was glaring at the door too.

Seeing neither of the boys were going to open it Penelope does. Her eyes widened when she sees who is on the other side.

"Penelope!" Hyacinth and Felicity hug her.

What if Spider was Spider-Man?

Just got done watching Spider-verse and now I can't help but think about Spider as the Pandoran version of Spider-Man.

-) While practicing his archery a mile away from Hell's Gate, Spider is bitten by a strange arachnid creature unlike anything catalogued on Pandora: Eight eyes, a small bioluminescent body, and too many limbs that skitter up his arm too fast for him to bat away with his bow.

-) The pain on his upper arm is searing, cold venom is flooding his system, and his body is shaking. Spider knows he should tell Jake and get himself checked out, but Jake is spending time with his family, and Spider doesn't want to bother him. Instead, Spider stumbles back to Hell's Gate alone, locks his bedroom door, and sleeps for days, plagued by fevered dreams of glowing silk threads covering his entire body in a cocoon and the feeling of being watched by all eight eyes.

-) Eywa does not speak, but he feels her. The bite was no freak accident. It was an acknowledgement. A transformation.

-) The mutation amplifies his strength, speed, and reflexes to rival young Na’vi. He can leap through the trees with uncanny grace, run silently across branches, and wrestle his siblings with ease.

-) Spider hits a sudden, aggressive growth spurt. His bones stretch, he shoots up like a weed, and his posture shifts. He grows into a broad-shouldered, coiled force of nature in just a few days. Norm jokingly asks, "Did Jake feed you a special protein powder?" But Spider just shrugs, quietly avoiding the question with lowered eyes.

-) Against RDA soldiers, Spider is terrifying. He moves faster than their sensors can track, weaving traps of glowing silk webbing that strangle, immobilize, or slice. He’s even developed kill zones in different parts of the vast forest, leading enemies there like a spider luring prey into its web.

-) Spider's methods of killing are precise. He drops from a tree in total silence, snaps necks with his super strength, and webs the body into the trees as a warning. In moments of desperation, he uses a special venom-infused bite passed down from the spider that changed him. It paralyzes instantly and causes intense hallucinations. Some unfortunate survivors go mad from the encounter.

-) Spider takes no pleasure in killing, nor does he look forward to it, but when he kills, it is swift, silent, and deliberate. Spider kills because he knows that every RDA life he spares will cost dozens of innocent Na’vi or creatures. To show mercy is to be complicit because these people will never stop.

-) Even Lo’ak gives Spider a curious once-over and mutters, "You been lifting boulders or something, bro?"

-) Spider wants so badly to tell everyone about his abilities, but he fears that Neytiri will misunderstand and see him as a threat. No one trusts him as far as they can throw him, and as far as Spider is concerned, he's on his own.

-) When Spider connects his webbing to a living thing: beast, plant, even another person, he feels a tug in his chest, a strange warmth in his mind. It’s not language, but sensation. A feeling. Spider’s webbing can read an enemy's next move, like a spider sensing a fly tremble in its web. He wraps it around their weapons, and in that fleeting connection, he feels intention. He dodges before they shoot. He moves before they do.

-) Spider can breathe the air, but keeps his mask on to avoid suspicion.

-) His "spidey suit" is made from his webbing, and he even wears a handmade mask to hide his identity. At first, the mask was entirely blank until Spider decided to draw eight eyes on it, giving him a more intimidating look.

-) The cat is out of the bag when Spider uses his webbing to "heal" Netyam's injury, but that's a story for another day,

Bartender: thanks for stopping that bar fight, spiderman. Can I get you a drink? It’s on the house

Peter: thank you, but I can’t

Bartender: why not

Peter:

Bartender:

Peter, trying not to give his age away: I’m pregnant

Am I the only one who noticed how legit FERAL the RRB are in some of the Multiversus lines? Me and my buddy @sketchoco got so many clips of them with dog noises it’s not funny. Got Butch growling and whining multiple times, one Brick bark, and Boomer barking multiple times lmao.

Coincidence? Probably. But I still find it funny.

Western Frontier Landscapes part 1 of ?? I apparently have a lot of older photos I need to go through 😅

thinking about how Spider had nothing to claim as his own again

there is nothing that Spider can call his own.

his siblings, his parents, the sully family, the forest, hellsgate, base camp, the forest, Pandora, his name, his culture, his identity, his language, his very life. he has no claim over any of it. he can barely hold any claim to himself.

he as nothing.

he cannot, in any way, claim any of these things, not without resistance or hostility.

because he is not allowed to have things. because he's human, an unwanted wild child, a stray, a reminder. because he's the demon son of Miles Quaritch, who must pay for his sins. whatever the reasons, he is denied a connection to them. he dirties it. he is undeserving of it. he is alien to it.

and while in some way or another, he does continue to partake in these things, stay within these places, and such, it's not without comment or resistance. he isn't supposed to. and just cause he's resilient enough of a kid to do so, to power through it all, it doesn't mean he should have to.

he has known nothing else, yet he is denied a place or claim to almost any aspect of his life.

Jake and Neytiri reject him, to varying degrees, not allowing him to even truly be able to claim the kids he considers his siblings, the kids he would move mountains for, as his own. he does claim them, but he can't do so openly and confidently.

same with the village and The People. Spider would lie his life down for them. for their safety. he has done so. but he, like with his siblings, is barely allowed to claim them as his people, and he isn't really given a space amongst them.

many strip him of most, if not all, of his claim to his identity. it is "odd" and "wrong" and "inappropriate" of him to act Na'vi and partake in the culture. to have a complex relationship with being human, with other humans, with Na'vi and the Sullys and their treatment of him, with both the idea of his father and the actual man himself.

he doesn't even have a true place to call home or parents for 16 years! Jake and Neytiri, Norm, other scientists, were all out adopting kids and giving them loving homes, and he…. got the McCoskers? who didn't like him and abused/neglected him? he got to be a stray?

he got to watch all the other kids with their families. he got to know they liked going home at night and felt safe and loved. but he got none of it.

and then Q rolls around, and genuinely gives 2 shits about him, but he isn't allowed to hold a shred of love for him-no matter the sea of hate and hurt it drowns in. he isn't allowed just this one thing. he couldn't even talk about him, couldn't get support, like any orphan should be able to get, prior to him coming back. but now he can't even have him. he can't even save his dad without being overly hated and punished for saving Quartich, many can't even understand the difference, cause it doesn't matter to them.

that's not fair, he's just a kid.

and the most interesting aspect of this, which was really the point of this entire post, is that it spreads to the audience, and that's actually where we see this trend most prevalently. because while it is mostly hinted at in the movie and comics, a good portion fo this movies fandom and audience are the quickest to question, deny, and even argue over what Spider holds claim to.

every aspect of his life is torn apart by the audience. his behavior and connection to Na'vi culture is inappropriate. he doesn't deserve to call the Sully's family or the forest home. he isn't allowed to like, let alone love, his dad. many don't even think he deserves to live.

when did we forget this was a child born and grown on pandora, around the na'vi, and that he is deserving of a life and a culture and a home and a family?

(this post is cross posted and extended from Twitter. so anyone who follows me on both sites might recognize this.)