Worst part about being extremely hyperfixated on one/two specific thing/s is discord servers
I'm not just gonna walk into a DC discord server and be like "so, Riddler/Riddlebat yeah?" And then not shut up about it lmao
"I got the JUMP on you this time, Batman! If you wanna catch me, you'd better HOP to it!"
OHMYGOD WHAT I LOVE THIS!??
oh my goodness gracious
check out my Punk!Janitor version
so i found out there is a rus dub of the thing, where in this scene they swaped everything and now Palmer wants to go with Windows lol it goes like this:
-i'll go...i'll go with Windows!!
-well i ain't going with you, big-eyed!!
-WITH YOU AND YOU ONLY!!!
Hello dear, I hope you are well. I am Mohammed, a Palestinian from Gaza. Can you help, donate, and reblog please? The campaign includes a bone transplant and young children who need blankets and clothes to protect them from the winter and the bitter cold, and a completely destroyed house. I hope that you will not let it pass without my support, please, to restore life to us again and save them from the terrifying catastrophic situation. Thank you.Documented, reblogged and shared.@90-ghoset @appsa @buttercuparry @postanagramgenerator
I apologize for what is going on and apologize for not being able to donate, hopefully answering this can try and get it to someone who can help
These things should be never be brought onto children and it is horrible that it is
I struggle with drawing everyone Thing related, so ✨️practice✨
Ignore Fuchs.. I cannot draw Fuchs despite him being the main one I do draw
Please help me rebulid my Bakery
I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery 🍞🥐🥖
On a quiet morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the street, signaling the start of a new day at your small bakery, a place you took immense pride in. For years, this bakery had been a haven where people from all around would gather to enjoy the warm, delicious pastries and bread that you carefully crafted. It was a symbol of hard work, a beacon of hope, and a destination for anyone seeking a taste of comfort amidst life's challenges.
But one day, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sounds of bombing began to shake the city, and it wasn’t long before the fires of war reached your neighborhood. There was no warning, no chance to escape or save what you could. Shells rained down on the district that housed your beloved bakery. You watched helplessly from a distance, unable to do anything.
Minutes passed like hours. When the noise finally subsided, and the thick smoke that blocked out the sun began to clear, you looked towards your cherished place. It was destroyed.
The walls that once protected you and brought you closer to your customers had collapsed, and the oven where you had kindled the flames of hope had turned to ash. Everything was shattered, broken, as if that place had never been a sanctuary of peace and comfort.
But the destruction wasn’t just physical. The pain in your heart was far greater than any material loss, a place filled with beautiful memories now reduced to rubble. The moments when you saw smiles on people’s faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakery—those were now just memories, dissolving in the ashes of devastation.
As days went by, you tried to piece together the fragments, not just of the bakery but of yourself as well. You knew rebuilding wouldn’t be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldn’t heal quickly. But you also knew that the hope you had infused into your bread would remain alive in your heart, even if the tables and chairs were destroyed, even if the bakery itself was gone.
The bakery may have been destroyed by war, but its spirit lives on in you, in everyone who tasted your bread, and in everyone who walked into that small place and found a slice of happiness.
Ok, hear me out, Still Wakes The Deep Fandom- Second Chance AU!
The entire crew (minus Caz for reasons) wake up on the 26th, screaming with their "dreams" being of their death and the hours leading up to it. Scooby remembers talking to Caz before Rennick found and killed him, Muir remembers holding Innes right before the debris crushed him, and Brodie remembers the horrific feeling of drowning in oil.
Caz, on the other hand, wakes up, reads the letter...and no Trots to interrupt him because Trots is busy puking his guts out because he remembers (with perfect clarity) posing the mutilated bodies of his friends like they were dolls.
No one's in the Canteen because they're all too busy having existential crises, Roy included. Muir is hiding from Innes, and Gibbo is doing the same with Douglas. Rennick is just hiding from everyone.
Caz has zero idea as to why his friends have all gone crazy overnight and why almost everyone but Gregor and Addair is staring at him like he's the damn Messiah.
(Gregor just assumes he had a hyper realistic nightmare until Archie screams for him to stay the hell away from the Helipad. Addair is still a bitch)
Now the crew is stuck working on the rig, stressed out of their minds while Caz is going about his everyday normal duties with no worrying about going to the mainland because Rennick didn't call him to his office.
Having so many riddlebat fanfic ideas but struggling to figure a good continuity out and how to make each AU seem in character is what's driving me insane yall
Anyway, there's barely nearly 2,000 riddlebat first on AO3 and majority of them are 2022 (no offense! I had my phase with you💖) and it's making me go nuts, so I am currently multitasking like 10 completely different fics-
Btw anyone know where this photo comes from, I got it from smt that wasn't linked to it and it has been.. uhm.. let's say, worrying me for quite some time LMAO
Bruce.. let him go.. please😨
this is a bit super late since i kinda forgot to post it, but here's a vampire riddler!!
Clinically insane and stupid please forgive me/minor/genderfluid/I do art ig/frog's are kinda gay/i'm a frog.
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