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someone ungay me because im obsessing over booth/pelant 🧍
when i say no one understands mamma mia like me i mean that no one will be me, no more than 7, sitting on the floor of my grandmothers apartment and opening the DVD case for the fifth time that week to put it in the player and watch it over and over again. thats what i mean
idk how you can hate cops and still be religious,,, god is literally THEE cop
everyone shut the fuck up. wurmple sippy soup
Hey tumblr im here existing again :33
So I had the absolutely terrible idea that I should make a fantroll for every sign. Because it's summer and I hate myself
So here's the first batch of them (feel completely free to use these btw, honestly no credit needed I just wanna be pinged somewhere so I can see it)
(Also thank you to Xamag on itch.io for the wonderful fantroll maker!! I wouldn't have been able to do this without u :3)
Anyways troll time
Fantroll for every sign - rust
Derse
Aries - Derse, Time (Thief) - SIGN OF THE EXCAVATOR

Arsces - Derse, Life (Knight) - SIGN OF THE PILGRIM
Arrius - Derse, hope (Heir) - SIGN OF THE VISUALIZER
Ariborn - Derse, Rage (Witch) - SIGN OF THE ESCAPEE
^^^ THIS ONE IS NOT FREE TO USE BCS SHE IS MY OC THANK UU (fanart is still chill tho)
Arittarius - Derse, Void (Mage) - SIGN OF THE ASTRONAUT
Arpia - Derse, Light (Sylph) - SIGN OF THE EXAMINER
Arza - Derse, Mind (Rouge) - SIGN OF THE INEVITABLE
(Sorry for the funky shirt symbol I forgot to add it in the maker ;-;)
Arga - Derse, Space (Seer) - SIGN OF THE TRAILBLAZER
Aro - Derse, Heart (Maid) - SIGN OF THE LOST
Arcen - Derse, Blood (Prince) - SIGN OF THE COMPANION
Apparently I can't put more than 10 images per post so lemme reblog with more
i am starting to having this itch of being more online prominent for some reason ! maybe i should start posting about my autism summer 🤩
Brothers
Hello Hello!
As you may see I have been quite the mess with Tumblr and all things social, I'm remaking this site, making changes and tweaking things, so in the meantime observe the absolute chaos that my blog will become in the incoming week!
Headcanon that Junko actually needs those glasses but doesn't wear them bc not being able to see causes her despair
Who is to say a walrus isn't a fairy. Did you ever think of that
no gay relationship written by a straight person will ever come close to how diabolically insane a straight relationship written by a gay person is
Tag the oc that goes on a walk and comes back with their pockets filled with little trinkets; stones and shells and feathers and flowers etc
How much Supernatural have you actually watched?
Space is tight in the actual option bubbles, so I'm going to explain my thinking behind each before we start:
The die-hard option. This one's for the people who watch through, and then wanted to start all over again, or who go back to specific episodes or arcs.
This is the more casual version of "I have seen every episode at least once" - not quite as intense as option 1.
This one's for if you've watched maybe 75% or more. Maybe you're on your first binge and haven't quite got to the end yet, or maybe someone convinced you there was a season or two (or a few episodes) that could be skipped.
This one's for if you feel like you haven't watched enough to qualify for option 3.
This one's for the people who fit mostly into option 6, but have watched an episode or two.
This one's for the fans of the fandom. The people who consume the gifsets and the art and the meta without having ever actually watched an episode. I think
This is one I'd definitely be interested in seeing some commentary on. Leave your thoughts and SPN story in the tags and replies. 🤗
Don't forget to check out the blog for other polls. There's a new one every day!
Week One
While Tim and Luke had been working on the guest list, Alfred and Kate set up the Ballroom, though they weren't decorating quite yet. That would be Selina and Cass's job. Though, as with everything in the Manor, Alfred expected the room to be set up perfectly. Along with the expectations of this prank going off perfectly, with room for improv should any unforeseen events take place, it's best to have everything ready starting as soon as they can.
There had to be storage somewhere in the house that only Alfred knew about because there's no way that the entire family of detectives missed what had to be a hundred round tables and triple the amount of chairs.
"This is an impressive amount of tables and chairs," Kate whistled lowly, "Where were you keeping these things?"
Alfred gave a small smile. "They're kept we're they've always been kept."
That answered no questions.
"Are you sure you're not hiding some kind of magic from everyone?" she wondered.
He didn't answer. "We'll start by setting up the tables along the edges of the room," he instructed, taking one of the circular tables from the rack and carrying to the nearest wall. He set it up quickly. "Leave six feet between the wall and the table. That way there is room enough to get behind whomever is sitting here without pushing against the wall."
Kate knew some of the people Tim was thinking of inviting. She knew for a fact that they'd take up as much space as they could. "Theoretically."
Alfred's eyes twinkled like he knew something about this that she didn't. He probably does. "Theoretically."
***
Steph and Damian are doing the seating and interference arrangements. Steph because she knows way more about gossip between pretty much all of the Justice League and the One Percent, and Damian because he was raised not only in propriety but also in espionage.
The way Alfred and Kate had set the room left the middle of the floor open for dance. At the head of the room, directly opposite the two sets of doors, was a stage that Alfred was keeping somewhere. The orchestra would be set up there with a podium for speeches.
Steph plopped the papers, pens, and tape she was holding onto the nearest table before sitting down. THe finished guest list sat on the top of the stack. "So, Baby Bat, how're we gonna go about this?"
Damian sat beside here, a chair between them, and took a pen and blank paper for himself. "Write down the name of each family, one per paper. Then, we'll decide who sits where based on relations to one another. The papers will act as a placement until Kyle and Cain come to decorate."
"Right," Steph picked up the other pen and paper for herself. "I'll take the bottom of the list, you take the top?"
"Very well."
It took no longer than seven minutes before each name on the list was on a seperate piece of paper, folded in half to stand on its own. Once that was done, the discussion was open.
"The One Percent will be offended if they don't get seated close to the stage." Damian opened.
"Yeah," Steph agreed, "But this ain't about them; it's about the Justice League."
"All of whom have been invited to bring their families under the pretense of random selection throughout the country. If we put them all at the front and together, then they'll know something is off."
"But the One Percent will be offended no matter where we put them!"
"Queen won't."
"Then the Queens take on of the front tables. Who takes the other?"
"The Kents?"
She shook her head. "That'll set a precedent of 'them or us'. Why don't we have the Wayne's take up the other front table?"
Damina denied the idea this time. "Favorability. We could take up both of the front tables, but that would be a moot point for interference and showing favor to whomever sits closest to us."
Steph threw her head back and sighed. "So, Queen gets a front table. We'll take the back two tables so that we can watch over everything."
"Impractical. We'll need to be at the front and back."
She groaned loudly. "Why can't this be easy?"
Damian scowled. "If it were easy, then this whole farce would be revealed in a moment. The more we focus on the details, the less likely it will be that the heroes will call us out."
"You really think they'd be stupid enough to try and call us out in a room full of people?"
"No, but they are not usually the best at keeping on the down low when they think they've figured something out."
"So what do we do about seats?"
Damian thought for a moment before making another nameplate for the Wayne Family. He left one on the table with Steph, in the back right corner of the room, and took the other to the uppermost table on the left side of the room. Then, he took the Queen Family nameplate and put it on the table in the top right by the stage.
Steph joined him at the Wayne table by the stage with her pen. "We'll have to specify who's sitting where exactly."
"Father will obviously have to be up front."
"It'll look bad if the others aren't here with him, so Bruce, Dick, Tim, Cass, you, and Duke will have to be up here."
"That leaves you, Kane, Gordon, Fox, Kyle, and Todd back by the doors." He hummed. "Will Gordon's father be joining us, or will he be helping security?"
She shrugged. "Beats me, ask Babs."
"We'll assume that Gordon's and Fox's fathers will be joining at the tables, so they'll have to sit back by the doors."
The two wandered back to their work station and wrote down their families names on the back of the placecard.
"I think we should stagger the placements," Steph suggested, "One Percent, than a Non-Oner, than a One Percenter, et cetera."
"That seems like a wise course of action. Who will be the most displease by that arrangement?"
"Luthor for sure," she laughed, "And probably most of the elites from everywhere that isn't Gotham."
He hummed again. "Then we should group them together by city instead of class, with Gothamites scattered about."
"That'll give a good way to hide security in here."
"Indeed."
Part 9 Part 11
Week One
Kate came back and printed out the invitations as soon as she and Alfred had finished setting out the tables and chairs in the ballroom. By then, Luke and Tim had finished the list and designed the invitations, ready to print them out. At the top, there was space to write in the name of the guest. On the back, they made sure to add in the RSVP information, theme, and dress code.
Suggestions had been thrown around about having an open invitation to bring their families, practically guaranteeing that the Justice League would bring their kids, but that was way too big of a security risk. So, the plan was to put 'family' after each surname to ensure that the families were invited to come along. Besides, this was agreed to be a private event, so not even press was getting in without explicit invitation. And even then, only three people from the press were getting in.
As soon as the invitations were printed out, Tim and Luke set about the somehow even more painstaking task of putting them all in envelopes and addressing them.
"How the hell does Alfred do this for every gala you guys host?" Luke groaned about four envelopes in.
Tim shook his head. "We have a set guest list and address book for every One Percenter in the country, as well as pre-made invitations for every gala of the year. All Alfred has to do is change up the invitations at the beginning of the year, make Bruce choose who gets to be at which one, and send of the invites."
"They're all pre-printed?"
"Yep."
"That seems like a lot of work to do at once."
"Yeah, but it makes the rest of the year easier."
"That's fair."
"You guys go to some real extremes, huh?"
Tim gave him a deadpan look. "You're one of us, Luke. Besides, you really expect any less from Bruce? I'm surprised he doesn't have the names and addresses of everyone in the country!"
Luke gave a considering hum. "How do you know he doesn't?"
"Because I've seen every file on the Batcomputer. Also, it's unrealistic, even for Bruce."
"Also a fair point, but I wouldn't put it past him if he ended up cataloging everyone at some."
"Not even the government has records of every person in the country."
"You're really gonna compare Bruce to the U.S. Government? Batman?"
"Yeah, I see you're point."
It took an hour to stuff and address every envelope. It took another forty-five minutes to seal them all. And, because they're the Waynes, therefore having to be extra at everything, they used a wax seal on all of them. Two different seals, actually, one for the Justice League Heroes and one for everyone else.
The black wax on the heroes' invitations was the Wayne Family coat of arms, altered slightly after Bruce took up the cowl: A sword cut behind a shield, like most coats of arms, but there were bat wings on either side of the top half of the shield. The shield was cut into four sections; the bottom one had weighing scales; the one on the right had a magnifying glass; the one on the left was a bird; and the one on top had a W in fancy calligraphy. A string of pearls hung off the pommel of the sword, and a robin's wings and tail poked out from behind the bottom half of the shield. Finally, a banner completed the seal at the bottom reading, "Eques Caliginous"; Knight Dark.
Every other invitation was sealed with the Wayne Family seal: A W in Elizabethan Calligraphy. Red wax for these ones.
As soon as the wax had dried on all of the envelopes, Luke and Tim gathered them in a stack and were quick to send them off. Their efforts were better used elsewhere now that they were done. Mostly getting ready for patrol, as well as starting the surveillance of the rogues. The gala needed to go perfectly, especially because it was set to end just before their patrol was going to start, but none of the bats were stupid enough to not start setting up fallbacks as soon as they could.
***
Dick and Duke were on Entertainment duty, meaning they had to find both the music and ways to entertain every person in attendance. Having the guest list done made this task exponentially easier. It's be easiest if they had the RSVPs, but they didn't really have time to wait on those, so they were working under the assumption that every family invited would show up.
"It'll mostly be adults in attendance," Dick said, "But there'll be teens and kids here, too."
They were standing in the ballroom, trying to figure out how to cater to everyone. It was a hard task.
"We could have a seperate room?" Duke suggested, "Something off from the main ballroom."
"Not a bad idea," agreed Dick, "But which room? And how would we decorate it?"
Duke shrugged. "We could use one of the sitting rooms? The one by the bathrooms down the hall should work. It's close enough to hear the music, but far enough that kids can escape their parents."
Dick smiled. "Good idea! Though, what about security?"
"Um... Let Bruce handle that?"
"Even better idea! I'll go hire the live music, you wanna put together a playlist for the kids?"
"Sure," Duke started to leave the room, "You sound old, by the way!" He ran before he could see Dick's betrayed sulking.
Part 10 Part 12
Not a Christian not an Atheist but a third, secret thing (superstitious and a bit fucked up)
she conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings - atticus
