Og From: S_cringiest On Twitter (elleielle On Bluesky)

Spouses Friend Group Chat

Simon: Remember to hydrate today!

Kate: NOT DR. PEPPER

Sophie: *sends a photo of her designing a Dr. Pepper tattoo while drinking Dr. Pepper

Lucy: *sends a photo of her and Gareth drinking Dr. Pepper. Gareth is decked out in Dr. Pepper merch*

Michael: *sends photo of Penelope doing his makeup with a Dr. Pepper eyeshadow pallet. Phillip is in the background making a floral Dr. Pepper art piece. All of them have a Dr. Pepper drink in their hands or near them.*

Simon: . . .

Kate: You little shits

Sophie, Michael, Phillip, Penelope, Gareth, and Lucy: *proceeds to spam the group chat with all the photos they can find of Simon and Kate drinking Dr. Pepper *

"tonowari and ronal adopt spider" this, "jake and neytiri learn to move past their trauma and See spider" that. enough! "ta'unui clan sees the little human boy who begged for their lives and decides to adopt him" when???? "ta'unui olo'eyktan/tsahik lets him cry on their shoulders" when???? "ta'unui olo'eyktan/tsahik sees him after a2 in awa'atlu and sees the way spider is very clearly not coping with his ptsd and immediately goes 'please come home with us. we will love you and we will take care of you.'" when?????

Are there Bridgerton Pride & Prejudice & Zombies AU fanfics? If not, I feel like there needs to be.

Can you imagine Kate and Anthony kicking ass at killing zombies with all that sexual tension?

How I imagine avatar 3

Forever loving the children of villains. How they are defined not of their own actions but that of their parents and have to fight tooth and nail to prove otherwise. He didn't choose who his father was but his actions define him as a hero. Forever loving this core character.

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Bridgerton hero Au:

Two ideas:

-modern hero AU

-regency era hero AU

The first one is simple, the classic modern heroes with the crown ruling over the heroes. Like you have to be recognised by the queen to be considered a real hero and that way have the advantages that being a hero bring. Being a hero is like being a noble. But it's mainly for people with super powers. It's so elite to be a hero that heroes coming from working class are rare. You have the first have powers, then go to the royal hero academy to study among comfirmed heroes and be recognised as a real hero. It's about chance, money and connections.

The second one is when the first super himans appear. In this AU it's more of a shamefull thing to be a hero. It's brand new and most super heroes are working class or low ranking nobles. Since this is all new the Queen insist in having all the super humans close by to be studied by the royal scientist. This fear of super humans is also because when the first super human appear he caused a lot of damages to the palace. In this AU when a child show signs of having super human abilities their families pushed them to hide it. Except for the Bridgerton, When Edmund Bridgerton was alive he was the only super human that the yound queen liked so his family had always been favored and their children were allowed to show their powers.

And it's all I have for now

Random scene I would like to see in the upcomming Avatar movies

Spider is with the Sully's in Awatulu, he's trying to adapt but it's proving harder than with the Omaticaya.

More Tsireya and Lo'ak being lovey dovey together

Lo'ak processing the death of his brother as well as he can while refusing to truly open up with his family

Kiri sneaking away to connect to Eywa because she's not allowed to anymore.

Tuk getting closer to Spider after neteyam's death as a way to cope with the lost of her brother

A flashback so we can see how Neteyam and Spider relationship was before they grew apart

Maybe a scene or two where Spider and Neytiri interract alone

Like hust one or two scene where they are alone for only a few moments and the atmosphere is uncomfortable

Jake trying to be a dad to Spider and Spider not knowing how to react

Aonung and Lo'ak actualy becoming friends

Yandere batfam x Psychotic!Reader

Arkham wasn’t a prison.

Not for you.

It was a tea party, a never-ending carnival of laughter and screams, where the walls whispered, the floors hummed, and the shadows waltzed at your feet. Here, you were the queen, the puppeteer, the ringmaster of madness.

And then, the bats crashed your party.

The Reunion

The door creaked open, its hinges shrieking like the laughter in your head.

Ah. Guests. How delightful.

You sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by dolls with missing heads, their button eyes staring at nothing. A tea set was arranged on a cracked mirror in front of you—except the teapot was empty, and the cups were filled with… red.

“Welcome, welcome!” you cheered, throwing your arms up. The chains on your wrists rattled like silver bells. “Come in! Have some tea! It’s freshly brewed—someone screamed it just for me!”

The Batfamily stood frozen, staring.

Bruce’s face was carved from granite, cold and unreadable. Dick’s hopeful expression faltered at the edges, guilt gnawing at him. Jason looked pissed, but there was something behind his eyes—uncertainty, regret. Tim was calculating, analyzing every inch of you, already forming a plan. Damian’s lip curled, his usual sharpness dulled by discomfort.

The girls weren’t much better. Barbara and Stephanie exchanged uneasy glances. Cassandra’s fists were clenched.

None of them spoke.

You gasped, pressing a hand to your chest. “Oh, my dear, sweet family, have the bats lost their tongues?”

Jason was the first to snap. “You’re not seriously planning to stay here.”

You let out a high-pitched giggle, rocking back and forth on your heels. “Oh, but I am, Jaybird!” You lifted a headless doll, tapping its cloth body against your cheek. “You see, out there? I was invisible! A shadow in your cave! A flickering lightbulb in your grand chandelier of perfect little Robins and Batgirls!”

You grinned, teeth flashing.

“But here?” You gestured at the cracked walls. “Here, I have an audience. The walls talk, the rats sing, the nurses scream—it’s divine!”

Dick swallowed, stepping forward carefully. “We… we made a mistake.”

You gasped dramatically, throwing yourself backward. “A mistake? Oh, that’s rich! Tell me, Nighty-night, was it before or after you threw me to the wolves?”

His jaw clenched. “We thought you—”

“Helped Joker?” you finished for him, voice dropping into a whisper.

The room went still.

Your head lolled to the side, your grin widening until it stretched too far, like a puppet whose strings had been yanked.

A beat.

And then, you burst into laughter—high, piercing, manic.

It bounced off the walls, tangled in the corners, filled the air with something too loud, too sharp. You clutched your stomach, doubling over like it was the funniest thing in the world.

“Ohhh, oh, Batsy,” you wheezed between cackles. “You thought I helped the Joker?” You giggled, shaking your head. “No, no, no, Joker helps me!”

Bruce’s fists tightened.

Jason looked at Bruce, voice cold. “She’s gone.”

You gasped, eyes widening. “Gone? Gone where? Did I miss the trip? Oh, shame on you, Jason, you should have invited me!”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “You’ve lost your mind.”

You whipped toward him, crawling forward on your hands and knees in a fluid, inhuman motion. You stopped inches from his feet, your smile stretched and twitching.

“Lost it?” you whispered, blinking up at him. “Oh, no, baby bat…”

You tapped your temple, voice dropping into a sing-song.

“I found it.”

Damian took a step back.

Tim, usually composed, flinched.

Stephanie let out a slow, shaky breath.

Bruce exhaled. “We’re taking you home.”

You stilled.

Your fingers twitched.

Then—

You shrieked, slamming your hands against the floor. “No, no, NO!”

The lights flickered violently. The air in the room seemed to crackle, thick with something wrong.

You laughed and screamed at the same time, your nails scratching against the floor, your shoulders shaking like a marionette with broken strings.

“You can’t take me back!” you wailed. “Not to that cold, empty mansion! Not to the whispers, the backs turned, the dinners where I was a ghost!”

You whipped your head toward Bruce, eyes glowing with madness.

“Where was this ‘father’ of mine when I needed him?” Your tone was mocking, hysterical, broken. “Oh, right! Off playing hero with his golden children, while I rotted in the shadows!”

Bruce’s face was unreadable.

Jason looked away.

Dick swallowed thickly.

You grinned, tilting your head at an unnatural angle. “But now you want me back?” Your voice dropped to a whisper. “Because you feel bad?”

Silence.

Then, softly—too softly—

“I don’t forgive you.”

It landed like a gunshot.

Bruce flinched.

You crawled back, laughing softly, eyes gleaming in the dim light.

“Oh, Bats, you should have let sleeping dolls lie.” You giggled, waving a hand. “I like it here! My tea parties are more fun, my conversations more interesting, and my friends…” You picked up a headless doll, stroking its torn dress. “...more loyal.”

You twirled, collapsing onto the floor in a dramatic spread-eagle pose, humming a warped nursery rhyme under your breath.

“Ring around the rosie, pockets full of…”

Your eyes flicked up to theirs, wide and wild.

“LIES.”

The door creaked behind them.

A guard. “Time’s up.”

Bruce exhaled slowly. “We’re not giving up on you.”

You giggled, rolling onto your stomach, propping your chin on your hands.

“Oh, Bats…”

Your grin stretched, eyes empty and bright.

“That’s the fun part.”

You tapped your temple again, voice lilting.

“You’ll never catch me.”

The doors slammed shut.

The last thing they heard was your laughter, spilling into the halls, twisting into something not quite human.

And for the first time in his life, Bruce Wayne felt fear.

Imagine: Peter (your boyfriend) part 2

You meet him again, years after high school. You reconize him but he doesn’t reconize you.

You were at a park on a bench

You were thinking about your life until now

After High school you went through a glow up phase

Becoming unreconizable, prettier, more confident in your way of speaking

You manage to get yourself many friends in collage and you cut all contact with the few people you knew from high school

You also changed your name and your fashion style a lot

You never want anyone to link you to your oast self. This part of you is dead and you are their revenge, the protector they never had

Your were lost in your thought when you heard a familiar voice

Your heart sank when you saw him

He had changed too. His style of clothing was different, his hair was gone but it was him...

You never forgot... how could you?

He was there, acting as if nothing happen, flirting with you even... did he really not reconize you?

Did he forgot about you? Were you really that unimportant to him

You got up quickly, faking an emergency and ignoring the sad look in his eyes...

And he was following you, stalking you, giving you a rose a’d acting all nice and kind as if he didn’t broke your heart

You were mad at him. Furious even. You wanted to make him pay for what he had done to you. Make him wail just like he made the teen you wail. And now you had ways of doing so.