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Star Trek: The Next Generation
“The Drumhead" 1991
“Please, live on. You and I cannot be the same anymore, so, build a new future you will be proud of. Find a new family, find new goals but please… Don’t recall those memories tainted with selfishness.” Lulled the other in the girl’s mind.
But even if she said that, this body they used to share was still belonging to “the other”. Those scars, those changes… it weren’t hers. Even if she tried to live a new life, she would end up only being the shadow of that old self, not just for herself but to others too.
No matter how hard she would try, in the end, the person called Emma would still haunt her.
Here's my love, abandoned.
idk who needs to hear this but SAYAKA MIKI DID NOT LOSE IT JUST BC SHE WAS REJECTED BY A BOY
I made this meme like a month or 2 ago. It fits so well here
Don’t mind the blue writing but here’s another drawing of slender man months prior to the other one:3 and don’t mind my hand writing either I have really shit writing😖😖
How funny that she never considered that.
“it’s so hard to be a jily shipper now” don’t care. sucks to suck.
this is actually the funniest thing that has ever happened
Not only am I not thinking about how Thomas’ legs are so long that Victoria got caught on his knee when she went to straddle him I’m actually super offended that you’d even suggest it 😡
a StarCube interaction I thought it'd fit
I started sketching it in an online class but u can tell by quality when it ended lmao
also came to realise that we didn't see that much of those two together but I bet it'd be fun ( "normal nerd with a crazy nerd how would it end ?")
As a 90′s kid, it blows my mind that origami youtube videos exist. You can look up any model and watch a pair of manicured hands assemble the thing in real time, in full color, in 3D, with cheerful flute music in the background. When I was little, you had a library book with no words and these esoteric little dotted lines and arrows and it was just you, your hands, your paper, and the cruel, uncaring eyes of God.
I headcanon that Lance says things like "holy crow" and "this castle has gone apples and bananas" because he's around children so much that he's had to overwrite any swear words in his vocabulary. I also feel like this is why he says quiznak more than the other paladins, it's another silly nonsense word he can use in place of swearing so it's more natural for him to incorporate it
send help is so cold i’m gonna freeze into frozen rice nobody will wanna eat me then
Tim: *idly* you know there’s a buzzfeed unsolved episode about you?
Jason: what’s buzfeed unsolved?
Steph: *chokes* there’s a WHAT
jason todd as my experience getting glasses:
Jason: *leans over to tim* what does that billboard say? tim: tim: damn, you blind as fuck jason: DID I ASK FOR THE SASS OR THE FUCKING BILLBOARD
jason: i can't find the paprika- alfred: it's right there, master jason stephanie: do you need your eyes checked? jason: i made an appointment seven months ago and it's still gonna be like five weeks from now stephL: i guess you're . . . . jason: don't you fucking say it, blondie steph: *whispers* blind as a bat jason: *running at her* im going to kill you
jason: what does that say? bruce: *frowns* you can't read that? jason: no i can im just asking---OBVIOUSLY FUCKING NOT
bruce: hey can you read that menu for damian, he's too short to see it jason: no i can't bruce: why not? tim: he's a blind old man jason: and people wonder why i tried to blow all y'all up
jason: i knew my years of obsessively reading no matter the light source or proximity to my face would simeday bite me in the ass. but i really thought it would be like, me walking off a building with my nose in a book or some shit. not having my eyeballs rebel against me. bruce: this is concerning on very many levels
jason: *goes to eye appointment* doctor: so when was your last visit to the eye doctor? jason: jason: um. never. doctor: . . . and, uh, regular doctor? do you have any paperwork from that at least? jason: *laughs* no. doctor: . . . birth certificate? jason: what do i look like, an adult? doctor: *staring up at the brick powerhouse in front of him* . . . yes? jason: *slaps knee* that's a good one. hang on, lemme call my brother. he can probably help seeing as when i was recently dead he was the one that filed all my paperwork and kept my birth certificate and all that shit. doctor: *having an aneurysm* recently dead-
jason: *reading letters off as doctor puts them on the screen* z . . . h . . . . p . . . q? . . . r . . . doctor: *winces* jason: you know i can still see your face right doctor: jason: why are we even doing this. im 100% sure i need the fucking glasses.
jason: *texting roy later* guess who's eyes worked just enough to see the supresssed winces on the doctors faces as they read off every other letter incorrectly roy: HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH jason: your lack of sympathy is appalling
jason: *sends photo of himself in new glasses* roy: you're giving off . . . librarian in small town who knows everyone and their grandmother's grandmother but when asked not a single person in the town could tell your name jason: that was better than literally any other compliment anyone could have given me and i love you forever
jason: *walsk in wearing glasses* tim: ooooooooooo nerd jason: i hate this family
Clockwork is doing his time ghost stuff in his lair when Batman suddenly appears, scaring the shit out of him.
Clockwork stared at a timeline, one in particular where his children workers were in a bit of a bind. He'd have to carefully warn Danny and watch over them a little more this week until this danger passed...
"Are you Clockwork?"
Clockwork did not flinch because that was impossible, even though his minute and hour hands spasmed from the shock.
He had foreseen this! How was he still surprised? And how on earth did a human sneak up on a ghost?
He turned. "Batman. I see you've found my lair. Did one of my... one of their highnesses show you the way?"
Batman tilted his head. He moved closer to him, his cape moving silently along with him.
Truly, Batman almost seemed more ghost than even him.
"Are you Clockwork?" He asked again.
Clockwork gave a nod. "That is I. What have you come here for?"
He knew what Batman was going to say or do.
Batman gave a curt shake of his head. "Nothing. I just wanted to confirm that I was given the right directions. Good day."
Clockwork watched him turn around and walk away, steps silent as ever. The very second he blinked, Batman was gone.
Clockwork stared at the spot where Batman had gone. He could still sense him in his lair, only faintly, but the quickness at which he acted was truly inhuman.
Clockwork clicked his tongue.
Why did his children employees befriend such strange individuals?
headcanon that Bruce is worried about his kids who don’t live with them and who he no longer gives an allowance to. Specifically Dick and Jason. But they’re too proud and “self-sufficient” to ever accept any money Bruce tries to give them,,,,,, so Bruce gets . . . creative.
jason: *walking through his apartment* Jason: *grabs Jane Austen book* *five hundred dollars spills onto his lap from inside the book* Jason: Jason: what the fuck, Bruce
Dick: *tired af* Dick: *pours himself the sugariest cereal in his cabinet* *a check labeled “for the dentist you will obviously need* Dick: Dick: I’ll deal with this once I’ve had coffee
Jason: *putting on a show for a few watching criminals* get outta the Alley, Bat! Bruce: I need information first, Hood. Jason: *internally thinking “this is not part of the script!”* what d’ya want? Bruce: the locations of Penguin’s goons. Jason: *rattles off locations, assuming Bruce just wants to draw out the act* Bruce: *nods solemnly and hands him four hundred dollars* for your trouble *disappears* Jason: Jason: *mutters under his breath* I swear to god Dick: *walking down the street* a little boy: hey mister!!! Dick: uh—hello? Are you okay, kid? What’s up? Boy: some dude in a really fancy suit asked me t’ give you this! *hands him an envelope that is obviously money* Dick: Dick: *smiling through gritted teeth* ah, thanks. Um where did you say he was? Kid: *shrugs* Dick: here. Just take the envelope to your mom, okay? Jason: *going through paperwork for a case* his goons: *knock on the door* Jason: come in goons: uh, hood, sir— Jason: *raises eyebrow* yeah? Goons: we just got . . . Paid? Jason: by who??? Ain’t I payin’ ya? Goons: exactly. So uh, we don’t know where the’ money came from. But it’s a shit ton. Jason: *sighs* and why are you even coming to me about this? Why not take the money for yourselves? Goons: there was a post it on th’ bills sayin’ “I’ll know if this does not reach Hood”. Writing was crap. Jason: *under his breath* fuck
me, seeing a fic writer I like in the comments of an random fic
Tim, slightly drunk: I told you all that I lost my spleen, but I actually know exactly where it is, because Ra’s keeps it in a jar on his bedside table.
Jason, also drunk: THATS WHAT THAT IS?!?!
Tim: you’ve seen it? HOW HAVE YOU SEEN IT?!
Jason: I had to take Damian to visit Talia at the league!
Tim: AND YOU ENDED UP IN RA’S BEDROOM?
Jason: every time I go there I put an assortment of miscellaneous vegetables in his bedding to convince him he’s going insane.
Tim:
Tim: that’s actually kinda cool.
Jason: it’s the only thing that makes escourting the kid back and forth worth it.
Damian, twelve, Tim and Jason’s designated driver of the evening: I swear mother has assigned you to me like some sort of service dog, Todd.
Jason, nodding: or personal uber.
Tim: come to think of it I have seen you lay your head on him whenever you think he’s anxious-
Jason: HE SAYS IT HELPS-!
Damian: -fucking stay out of it, Drake!
Tim: aight damn
Jason, trying to intimidate Tim: you think you can escape me? in the league of assasins they used to call me the executioner. do you know how fucked up you have to be to get an organisation of assassins to give you a murder-centric title?!?! DO YOU?!?!?
Tim, eyes wide: dude i didn’t realise they were your waffles i’m sorry-
Damian in the doorway: they were MY waffles that Todd stole from ME.
Jason:
Tim:
Damian: and for the record nobody called you ‘the executioner’. most of us called you ‘pebbles’ because after you were brought out of the pit we kept finding you throwing pebbles into the pond in the courtyard
Tim, fighting a smirk: …pebbles?
Jason, to Tim: i will slam you up against this wall.
Damian, humming: he does have a strong arm. all that pebble throwing practice.
Jason: OK I WILL CALL YOUR MOTHER-
(jason totally taught damian how to skip rocks instead of training him one morning and damian would rather die than admit its one of his favourite memories)
DC + DP sleepless nights
So all the bats have insomnia, and Danny is dead so he doesn't sleep often, also like all bats, have it. it's their schedule, even on days off they have trouble sleeping, so all of them. Except Duke, he actually works during normal hours.
Anyhow a really funny fic would be them running into Danny. I imagine gotham has a ton of 24/7 stores, cause ya know it's Gotham, but after 1:00 am basically no one is up, except Danny and the bats.
Danny first runs into Jason or more accurately Red Hood, at the convenience store on the corner of crime ally buying a bunch of these weird candies that Sam likes cause they are vegan but don't sell in Amity. So Danny with the whole stores supply paying with a credit card is just staring at Jason, who is in the first aid section with a bullet wound.
He runs into Tim next in civies, Tim at 3:00 am couldn't sleep and is at the skate park, thinking about a case, and Danny just joins him, (mind you both their eyes slightly glow, so it's creepy).
Next is Damian in civies at 2:00 am in a dark alley He sees the other boy petting cats and they hang out, Danny offers him a lolly pop that he doesn't take. They talk about cats and Danny mentions one of the cats isn't doing well. Damian later learns he was right.
For Dick he meets him as a cop, and this is disgust, a wrinkled nose, and absolute scowl as he stares at him, like he's dirt, before he throws a soda at him and walks off. Dick is insulted. (Danny does not like cops.)
Cass as black bat meets him during patrol when Danny mistakes her for Sam, when she starts signing, he realizes this isn't Sam. He apologizes and gives her a lolly pop and walks off. Cass after checking it for poison decides she has a new sibling.
I know there's still Steph and Bruce, but I dunno them well enough to do this I might have messed up for Cass too, anyhow yeah midnight adventures with Danny. Also if anyone wants a DC/DP discord server I was impulsive and now there is one, so comment/message and I'll send the link,
Thanks for reading :)
Orphan (sweetly): If you murder anyone while we're on a mission, I will kick you in the crotch first.
Red Hood (tilting his head, confused): First?
Orphan (seriously): I know specific nerve endings can cause immense pain. I love you, I do, but you know my code. While we're working together, don’t kill anybody. That's all I ask, or…
Red Hood (playfully challenging): You'll hurt a specific part of my body that really hurts?
Orphan nodded, her expression unwavering.
Red Hood (grinning, impressed): You're hardcore, but that's what I enjoy about you. I have rubber bullets. They won't kill anyone, just really hurt.
Orphan tapped her chin, contemplating his words, then shrugged casually.
Orphan: That works. Let’s go, baby brother!
With a giggle, Orphan jumped onto Red Hood's back, her arms wrapping around his neck.
Red Hood (chuckling as he adjusted her weight): You are a few months older than me. Why are you on my back like a monkey?
Orphan (giggling): My feet are tired, and you're strong.
Red Hood (amused, shaking his head): You're annoying.
Despite his playful complaint, he took off running, carrying her piggyback, both of them laughing as they dashed into the night.
Talia (singing, talking to Jason on her phone): Have you forgotten the lessons I taught you? He's still a threat until he's dead! Finish it.
Batman (connecting the dots): Are you the reason he does that?!
Talia: What are you talking about?
Ra's Al Ghul (smoking): Yes. I have a bunch of videos of them singing together.
Batman snatched the phone away making Talia angry and almost made Ra's attack, but Talia held up her hand to stop him.
Batman: Don't!
Jason (raising his sword for the kill but stopping himself): Oh shit, you're here too.
Talia: I enjoy musicals as well, what of it?
Batman: I knew it! WHY DO YOU ENCOURAGE HIM!
Ra's (in Arabic): La tasrakh ealayha! (Don't yell at her ass!)
Batman (speaking back in Arabic): Autlub minha 'an tatawaqaf ean altaathir ealaa abni! (Tell her to stop influencing my son!) Yeah I learned the language, jackass!
Ra's wanted badly stab the man, but walked off in a huff.
Talia: Don't blame me for him being a talented singer.
Talia held up her hand and walked off ending the conversation.
Batman (into the phone): Don't kill him!
Jason: But... I wanted to. I had a song for it and everything.
Batman (regrettably singing): What good would killing do? When mercy is a skill more of this world could learn to use. The blood we shed, it never dries. Is this what it means to be a warrior of the mind? I hated all of that, but I'm doing it for you, remember that!
Damian on the other hand clapped making his father more embarrassed.
Jason: The bastard sung to make me stop. Damn it, fine.
Batman has to constantly remind them he's not going down with the sinking ship when it's not his fault
Superman: Yeah, so we're turning ourselves into the government. Do you want to meet us there, or should we meet with you?
Batman: …
Wonder Woman: Batman, we're on a time crunch. Just give us your answer.
Batman (while driving, hesitating): First, I'm fine, thank you. How are you? Second, my son, who is in the car with me, is also fine… thankfully. Third, are you on crack?
Superman: I… We as a team voted that it's best if we turn ourselves into the government.
Batman (flatly): That's a decision you made. You guys have fun with it. Can I go now?
Wonder Woman: You’re part of the team! You have to turn yourself in!
Batman: Says who?
Wonder Woman: We decided as a team!
Batman: Yes, good for you. Why am I being dragged into this?
Wonder Woman and Superman: YOU ARE PART OF THIS TEAM!
Damian (in the background): Father, can we get McFlurrys later?
Batman (to Damian): Why do people eat those? They taste disgusting.
Damian: You have to get the one with the Oreos.
Superman: We’re still on the call!
Batman (annoyed): Right, not going in. Bye.
Wonder Woman: Don’t end the call! You have to hear us out.
Batman: I should just hang up, but I’m bored and need something entertaining to listen to. Proceed.
Flash (speaking first): Take one for the team, Bruce.
Batman: Okay, first, when I'm on a call with any of you, call me by my hero name. Commissioner Gordon can get away with that, but I’m not on that level with most of you. Second, I’m not on this team if you want me to do this ridiculousness. Third, seriously, are you on crack?
Green Arrow (in the background): Thank you for not saying heroin.
Damian (in the background): Father, why do they think you’re dumb?
Batman: Because they’re not very smart.
Green Arrow (expecting this): It’s amazing how badly this is going. I told you guys he’d say no, but nobody listens to me.
Batman: This is one of the rare times I agree with Arrow. I didn't sign up for a team where we all turn ourselves in for something I didn’t do.
Superman: It’s a team decision.
Batman: I don’t care.
Superman: But it’s for solidarity.
Batman: That I don’t care about.
Superman: Again, we’re a hero team. We’ve saved the world together; can’t you do this one little thing?
Green Lantern (Hal): And his response is…
Batman: Fighting villains, I enjoy. I wouldn’t be on a sports team, a firefighter team, or a doctor team with you if you're going to be this dense, and I sure as hell won't be on this team if you want me to do something this stupid. Is the brain cell you share gone for the day?
Superman: Okay, well… Kara is going with us.
Batman: And I've lost a little respect for her.
Supergirl: Hey! Wait, you had respect for me?
Batman: Did you contact any of my adult kids? Nightwing? Red Robin? I know Red Hood would just laugh before hanging up.
Superman: We haven't called them yet… but I bet they'd say yes!
Batman: No, they wouldn’t. I know that because they just texted my youngest son, who’s with me, and their messages say, “Not a chance in hell.” I didn’t even have to say anything. I raised them well.
Superman: Can’t you put aside your ego and just do this for us?
Batman: Who’s going to pick up my son from school? Go to my daughter's recital? Attend my other son’s group therapy session? Talk to my future fiancée about where I’ll be? Just curious, which one of you will handle that?
Batman waited for a few seconds, and none of the members responded.
Batman: Right. As stated, I'm not going, and if you call me again with this stupid request, I'm cutting the power to the building for a month. I will let that building decay to prove a point.
Damian: You tell 'em, Father!
Batman ended the video call without another word.
Wonder Woman: He’s getting calmer with his reactions.
Green Arrow: Yeah… Guys, maybe we don’t turn ourselves in this time. Maybe we… do something else? Anything else, because he has a point. I'm not sinking in the Titanic when there's a lifeboat.
Aquaman: Good Titanic metaphor.
Green Arrow: Thanks, man.
-Strapping on my heavy armor- I know all the queer person stereotypes are bards and rogues but SOMEBODY's gotta tank damage around here
I NEED TO KILL MY SELFFFFF i’m fine im fine it is a beautiful day to be alive on this beautiful earth it’s fine I NEED TO KILL MY SELF I NEED TO KILL MY SELF I i’m so fine being alive is so lovely AAAAAAAAAAAAAA
“you don’t believe that sex is the most intimate thing that two can do together?” you repeat sukuna’s previous words with a raised eyebrow, skepticism lacing every word you spoke.
“i had concubines before i was devoted to you. do you really think i see intercourse as something significant?” he doesn’t even spare you a glance, all four of his eyes focused on carefully peeling the fruits resting in the bowl in front of him (mangoes, to be specific. a special order he put in with uraume for you). your eyes narrow at his words.
“so you don’t see intercourse with me as something significant?” that earns you a roll of his eyes.
“i don’t recall those words leaving my lips, woman.” he glances at you with a bored look, already much too used to your antics and the nonsensical conclusions you often pulled from his words (“it’s called reading in between the lines, ryo.” you had insisted. he chose not to debate you on it).
he sighs when you go silent, seemingly waiting for an explanation from him that would fix the small pout gracing your lips. he would’ve let you sulk if you were anybody else, but you weren’t.
“i realize the significance humans place on it now that i am yours, but i partook in the act purely for pleasure before you. it was simply to fulfill my fleshly desires.” he doesn’t need to look at you to know that the frown on your face still hasn’t faltered. in fact, the displeased look on your face probably only deepened upon the mention of him being intimate with other women.
“human customs are foolish, that will never change.” his hand lifts to your lips, a cube of mango held delicately between his fingers. he continues speaking only after feeding you the fruit.
“but if my stubborn little wife sees it as something of importance, then it shall be so.” he says the last part with a sense of finality, as if it was a part of his life that he accepted a long, long time ago.
you contemplate his words for a moment, your posture easing against the lavish pillows of your shared bed. you stall on swallowing the piece of fruit on your tongue, considering a question in that ever curious mind of yours.
“what’s significant to you, ryo?”
he pauses for a brief moment but doesn’t answer, simply bringing another piece of fruit up to your lips (whether the action was out of care or to keep your mouth occupied was unclear).
his lack of an answer was as good of an answer as any, though.
this was significant to him. the way he cut and fed you soft fruit with hands that had slaughtered armies, handling you as if you were made of fine china. never yelling, never arguing.
the king of curses devoted himself to you because deep in his heart he acknowledged his subservience to you.
that is what’s significant to him.