Always Scripting That I Never Lose A Fight Because Why Would I Get My Ass Beat In My OWN Dr💀

Maybe we’ll get to see the first American pope in history be the first pope to excommunicate the US vice president

This is why I have zero sympathy for Brian Thompson.

i always wake up in my dr because why would i wake up in a reality i don't want to be in? why would i be somewhere that doesn't align with my 4d? that's so silly. i exist in whatever reality i choose to exist in.

reminder that shifting is instant. youre not gonna feel the room change, youre not gonna feel yourself falling, youll simply just be where you desire🍵

To white people out there, if there is a POC open and willing to call out racist and problematic behavior, the best thing to do to be an anti-racist ally is to support the POC trying to speak and limit the amount of which you add your two cents.

While the intent is good and appreciated and actually helpful when there isn't a POC around to speak for themselves, white people talking about the complex issues that POC bring up in mixed spaces will always make space for misunderstanding, removing nuance, and distorting the message POC are trying to say.

Always remember, as much as you care and try to learn about the issues POC have, you will not know the topic more in depth, more personally, and more intensely than someone with lived experience.

This also applies to POC that disagree with what most POC say.

If a POC disagrees with what you've heard other POC saying, it is not your place to tell them that they are wrong - you don't have the life experience to understand the topic enough to argue at other POC. Leave POC discourse with POC to other people who have the lived experience.

Know your place and stay in your lane, else you run a huge risk of being a white knight and speaking over POC and derailing the Point of any complaints that POC are trying to get heard.

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July will be filled with joy.

July will be filled with love.

July will be filled with trust.

July will be filled with peace.

July will be filled with miracles.

July will be filled with clarity.

July will be filled with blessings.

Remarkable

Batfam x Neglected! Reader

Prologue

Part 2, Part 3

I know I usually post twisted wonderland works, but the idea of this story made me really excited, so please be kind.

You had spent your whole life trying to please your family.

You were a Wayne child, and although you knew certain things would always be expected of you, having your accomplishments ignored broke you.

You had lived almost your whole life with out your mother. She was a sweet kind woman with a troubled past. While you knew you had a father, you never knew who he was until her passing. When the state came to collect you they informed you that you’d be placed with your father, Bruce Wayne. Even though you lived outside of Gotham, you still knew who tech mogul and billionaire, Bruce Wayne, was. While you were quite shocked at who your father was, you still tried to comfort yourself with the idea of a warm and loving home, like your mother had always tried so hard to provide for you. Unfortunately once you arrived at the manor your hopes were dashed. While all your physical needs had been met your emotional ones were left completely ignored.

When you first arrived at the manor you tried your best to stay hopeful. You smiled and played the dutiful daughter hoping your father would notice you, and give you some sign of affection. Every test you took you received an A, every competition you entered you won a gold medal, but it still wasn’t enough. Your father would never acknowledge you, and your brothers gave you a cursory nod at best, or completely ignored your existence at worst. You just wanted to be loved, was that really too much to ask?

Apparently it was, because no matter how hard you tried everyone was always busy. Damian would sneer at you when you tried to start conversation, Tim would just walk by you, too sleep deprived to take time out of his day for you. Jason seemed to hold your relation to Bruce against you, and never showed you much good will. Your last hope was Dick. You thought for sure the golden boy of the family would care for you, but unfortunately you were wrong. Dick didn’t mean to ignore you, really, it’s just…you’re so…unremarkable. He honestly forgot you existed most days.

Your father wasn’t much of a difference either. He acknowledged your presence and would pay for any and all of your needs, but whenever you would ask for his attention he would never even look up from his papers. You were left alone to deal with your emptiness and grief even though you lived in a house full of people.

So that’s how your life went at Wayne manor for a very long time. You became content with your solitude and decided you rather enjoyed being a wall flower in the family. Even without their recognition or connections you still achieved a lot on your own through the power of networking and the natural charisma you had been blessed with. Everything would have continued that way if you hadn’t crossed paths with a man by the name of Harvey Dent .

Finally fucking shifted

y’all i’m shifting tonight. i’m shifting to my dr and there’s nothing i can do about it. i’m literally the universe and the universe says i’m shifting. no one and nothing can stop me from shifting tonight. i’m shifting period. the stars are always aligned for me and they’re telling me i’m shifting. i WILL shift to my dr. i HAVE shifted to my dr. nothing in the world can prevent this from happening.