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What Strength Really Means 💪

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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

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herrrr

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Blessing ur feed with a fanart of Chappell Roan 😇

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tim doesn’t lie. he just... adjusts reality until everyone else starts questioning themselves instead of him. (his words)

it always starts small.

“you said you were going to take a break,” dick says, arms crossed, already sounding exhausted.

tim doesn’t even look up from his coffee. “i did.”

“no, you didn’t—”

“you just weren’t there when i did.”

dick hesitates. he’s been in the cave for hours, watching tim work non-stop. he knows tim didn’t take a break. but the way tim says it—so casual, so confident—makes him pause. what if he did miss it? what if tim took a five-minute nap when no one was looking? what if—no. no, tim’s just doing the thing again.

and the thing is, he’s at his worst when he’s sleep-deprived. steph once watched him convince cass that he had, in fact, slept the night before. cass had literally been in the same room as him the whole time, keeping an eye on him. it should have been impossible to argue with that. and yet, ten minutes into the conversation, cass was just standing there with a furrowed brow, staring at tim like she was starting to believe she had imagined the whole thing.

the injury cover-ups are just as bad.

“you’re injured,” bruce says, because tim is standing there bleeding.

tim doesn’t even blink. “no, i’m not.”

damian scowls. “you are limping.”

tim lets out this long, exasperated sigh, like they’re the problem here. “okay, but like—define limping.”

jason’s the only one who calls him out directly.

“you gaslight like a pro, man.”

tim just blinks at him, all innocent. “what? no, i don’t.”

“you’re literally doing it right now.”

“wow. that’s actually kind of hurtful, jason.”

and now jason’s just staring at him, trying to figure out how the hell he became the bad guy in this conversation.

the worst part? tim doesn’t even do it on purpose. in his mind, he’s not lying—he’s just adjusting the truth so it makes more sense. if reality has to bend a little to fit his version of events, well. that’s not his fault.

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i don't even know what to call this one, it came to me in a dream

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Starry starry night 🌌

Now available as a foil print

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me in big fandoms: oh cool, it's so active and there's so many people to vibe with, this is amaz-

*finds my niche angle that appeals to approximately six people*

me: okay, folks, it's you and me now

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It’s uncanny how similar Trump is acting like Hitler. People are now doing the Nazi salute. They’re drawing the symbol. The KKK was seen in Kentucky asking people to join them. ICE has been ripping families apart. Companies have pulled back Diversity Initiatives. We’re no longer part of WHO and there won’t be any communication from the CDC at least until February 1st. We’re being censored and the news can’t be trusted. Thousands of Americans didn’t know there were protests against Trump yesterday outside the U.S. Quotes from The Handmaid’s Tale and Anne Frank have been compared to what’s going on right now.

According to The Lemkin Institute for Genocide Studies and Prevention the U.S. has officially been given a red flag alert for Genocide.

I’m exhausted but I will never stop being angry.

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being a writer/artist is so funny bc you can completely rewrite an entire niche series, redesign all the characters, give them an insane amount of depth, and then just keep it to yourself bc ain't nobody gonna care about a rewrite of some random movie from 2008 that has exactly 2 fics and they're both crossover fanfics

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sorry! i meant martha kent, not martha wayne, i should’ve clarified. i know they don’t really interact, but i just really like her as a character and wanted to include her, so i get how that was confusing.

another headcannon where bruce wayne keeps a collection of secret "dad journals." they start off as grim, meticulous logs about patrols, mission details, and crime patterns in gotham. over time, they shift into something way more personal — pure dad energy.

instead of just documenting cases, bruce starts writing down random thoughts about his kids:

"dick executed a flawless takedown tonight. the boy never stops smiling. proud."

"jason’s instincts continue to sharpen. he found three exits before i spotted one. i hope he knows how valuable that is."

"tim solved a case faster than the computer. he needs to remember sleep is not optional."

"damian did not decapitate anyone this week. progress."

eventually, jason finds the journals — because of course jason finds everything — and the batfam collectively loses it.

one journal has a full-page entry about cass: "her grace in combat is unmatched. she reminds me of martha, strong and silent but full of heart."

there’s even an entry in alfred’s handwriting, after bruce insisted he contribute:

"master bruce is absurdly sentimental but would rather face ten jokers than admit it."

dick demands group readings during family nights, complete with dramatic voices. jason tries to keep a straight face and fails every time. damian storms off muttering about "weak emotions."

bruce just grumbles under his breath and keeps writing — like they won’t find the next one too.

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old dami and jon drawing from last year based on that barbie and ken photo :))

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another old drawing! this one’s from 2023 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

cool seeing how my style has changed 😎 i may redraw this soon

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Behind the Scenes of Bridge To Terabithia (2006)

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tim doesn’t lie. he just... adjusts reality until everyone else starts questioning themselves instead of him. (his words)

it always starts small.

“you said you were going to take a break,” dick says, arms crossed, already sounding exhausted.

tim doesn’t even look up from his coffee. “i did.”

“no, you didn’t—”

“you just weren’t there when i did.”

dick hesitates. he’s been in the cave for hours, watching tim work non-stop. he knows tim didn’t take a break. but the way tim says it—so casual, so confident—makes him pause. what if he did miss it? what if tim took a five-minute nap when no one was looking? what if—no. no, tim’s just doing the thing again.

and the thing is, he’s at his worst when he’s sleep-deprived. steph once watched him convince cass that he had, in fact, slept the night before. cass had literally been in the same room as him the whole time, keeping an eye on him. it should have been impossible to argue with that. and yet, ten minutes into the conversation, cass was just standing there with a furrowed brow, staring at tim like she was starting to believe she had imagined the whole thing.

the injury cover-ups are just as bad.

“you’re injured,” bruce says, because tim is standing there bleeding.

tim doesn’t even blink. “no, i’m not.”

damian scowls. “you are limping.”

tim lets out this long, exasperated sigh, like they’re the problem here. “okay, but like—define limping.”

jason’s the only one who calls him out directly.

“you gaslight like a pro, man.”

tim just blinks at him, all innocent. “what? no, i don’t.”

“you’re literally doing it right now.”

“wow. that’s actually kind of hurtful, jason.”

and now jason’s just staring at him, trying to figure out how the hell he became the bad guy in this conversation.

the worst part? tim doesn’t even do it on purpose. in his mind, he’s not lying—he’s just adjusting the truth so it makes more sense. if reality has to bend a little to fit his version of events, well. that’s not his fault.

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I need Battison to have a Robin.

I need him to carry around a little bundle of joy in his arms. I need him to risk his life saving him from the movie’s big bad. I need him to hold his tiny hands or cradle his tiny face. I need him to crack the smallest of smiles when Robin makes a pun.

I need him to walk into the penthouse, tired and anger and sad, and see his little Robin sprawled across the floor, giggling as his crayons draw him and Alfie and B—their little family.

I him to crawl out of the darkness with Robin. His Robin.

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More of my robin and batman comics^^