#and if you don’t you’re quinn

[1-jar-of-stars]

unpopular opinion but i think that a lot of the people who hate quinn are just like quinn and hate to see him being himself in such a public setting bc they feel like since they don’t feel safe to act like themself nobody should

[adhd-languages]

I have a lot of new followers so just to make it clear I love trans people and neopronouns are cool as fuck and linguistically interesting and it/its pronouns are also awesome and whatever pronouns or language you use to describe yourself is real as fuck.

[berilynzoe]

Everyone shut up I have an announcement to make

I love him. That’s it.

Thank you. As you were.

[gothsuguru]

KAIRO I GOT JUMPSCARED GOING ON YOUR BLOG AND SEEING TOJI INSTEAD OF SUGU DNDKCKKDMCMXMD I LOVE YOUR NEW THEME THOUGH ITS SO GOOD WAAAAAHH biting you :33

JFJDKDNDLDNFJDLEFNKRNRF PLEASE I’M CRYING I JUMPSCARED MYSELF WHEN I OPENED MY BLOG THIS MORNING I FORGOT I CHANGED IT 😭😭😭 me choosing the most sleaziest pic of toji too… rip sugu but i had to showcase the dilf 🙂‍↕️ AND RAHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH MY BELOVED i’m biting you back :3 also anytime i look at your theme my soul gets Cleansed like… the TSOA theme is just so elite no one is doing it like you friend <333 SMOOCHING YOU SO HARD MWAHHHH

[eagledrawsandvibes]

“Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn would be great with the Batkids, they’ll be the cool aunts”

They would literally tie them all up to rockets and shoot them into the sun the moment they could. Harley has killed dozens if not hundreds of kids with exploding video games and did so without Joker’s influence. Ivy nearly killed Damien while teamed with Croc.

Both of these women hate Batman and his fucking kids, stop pretending that they’d be “cool wine aunts” and “parental figures” and “the safe rogues to go to for help”.

Batfam fans stop being sexist making female rogues part of the Batfamily challenge IMPOSSIBLE

[skyhawkstragedy]

Quinn…….

[endless-shrimp-tour]

Guys.. guys listen… guys…

[rhiannonsaintofcharm]

you people are lucky I can’t draw because the content I would release upon this world would be so cringe and insane (griddlehark harley quinn x joker au)

[conjectureand-gloom]

texting my online best friend who just recently got a boyfriend for help bc i really miss my partner but they just told me about how they went on an ice-skating date with their boyfriend today :(

[kvaughanarts]

"Tanyl...?" he whispered aloud, another wave of tears falling from his eyes. He belatedly realized that he was able to read the inscription without trouble, but was so caught up in the sudden onslaught of emotion that he hardly noticed..

[adhd-languages]

I often wonder how English distinguishing between “sentient pronouns” (he/she/they) and “inanimate pronouns” (it/its) affects our perception of the world.

I wonder if languages without this distinction foster more care towards the environment.

Animals and plants are usually referred to as “it”. Would we care for them more if we thought of them as sentient?

[berilynzoe]

😮‍💨

[suprntralsa]

— ✿ tag dump. › quinn fabray.

— ✿ when you really believe in yourself you don’t need to bring other’s down. › quinn's s1 verse.

— ✿ i’m happy to be back and ready to start fresh. › quinn's s2 verse.

— ✿ you can’t change your past but you can let go and start your future. › quinn's s3 verse.

— ✿ i’ve been that girl and i’m never going back. › quinn's college verse.

— ✿ beth she’s my perfect thing something even i can’t screw up. › quinn's single mom verse.

— ✿ believe it or not this is the happiest day of my life. › quinn's post canon verse.

— ✿ quinn fabray. › in character.

— ✿ how many times do you have to make the same mistake to realize it’s not going to work out. › quinn's appearance.

— ✿ a bad reputation is better than no reputation at all. › quinn's headcanons.

— ✿ if you really want to be happy you’re going to have to say goodbye. › quinn's aesthetics.

— ✿ the fact is these guys were pretty cool to me last year when i wasn’t on top. › new directions.

[parracosms]

Tag Dump 2

[flwrkid14]

Tim Drake, Sleep-Deprived Overlord Extraordinaire (and the Boy Who Grounds Him)

The thing about Tim Drake is that he’s brilliant. The thing about Tim Drake without sleep is that he’s unhinged.

It always starts subtly. A missed night of sleep here, a triple shift there. His words get sharper, his focus becomes razor-edged, and the bats can practically see the neurons in his brain firing like a thousand fireworks.

Then, somewhere around hour 56 of no sleep, Tim crosses the threshold into full-blown megalomania.

He doesn’t just think he’s smart—he knows it. He’ll drop gems like, “Honestly, Gotham’s infrastructure is appalling. If I really wanted to, I could take over the city in 72 hours, tops,” or “Do you think I could reprogram every Bat-computer in the Cave before Bruce notices? Because I can.”

Which—yeah, okay, the family knows he’s capable of it, but it’s terrifying.

When he’s in this state, Tim walks around with the energy of someone who’s cracked the secrets of the universe and is two steps away from becoming a benevolent dictator. His confidence is unsettling. His hyper-awareness is borderline supernatural.

The bats try. Oh, do they try.

“Tim,” Dick says gently, holding out a cup of chamomile tea and a soft blanket. “Maybe you should lie down for a bit.”

Tim doesn’t even glance at him. “Lying down is for the weak, Dick. Also, you left your phone on the counter. Might wanna grab it before someone texts Kori again.”

Dick freezes. He did leave his phone on the counter, and he can only hope Tim didn't do anything with it (Though his comment definitely says otherwise).

“Tim,” Bruce says, the Big Bat Voice in full swing. “You need to rest.”

Tim smirks, flipping through his tablet. “Rest is for the dead, and I’m not in the mood for ghosts tonight. Also, you forgot to update the encryption on your personal server. Again.”

Even Damian tries, but he gets as far as hurling a batarang at Tim’s leg before Tim dodges it without looking. “Tsk tsk, Damian. You’re getting predictable.”

It’s chaos. It’s exhausting.

Enter Danny Fenton.

Danny’s used to Tim’s shenanigans by now. He’s been around for enough of Tim’s sleep-deprivation arcs to know the signs. The sharp eyes, the slightly-too-bright smile, the way he starts muttering plans for world domination like he’s drafting a grocery list.

Danny lets it slide for a while—Tim in hyper-mode is kind of cute, in a “my boyfriend might accidentally take over the world” way. But then he sees the bags under Tim’s eyes, the way his hands tremble just slightly from over-caffeination, and he knows it’s time to intervene.

Danny doesn’t use tea. He doesn’t try reason. He doesn’t even bother with the blanket method.

Instead, Danny steps into the Cave, tilts his head at Tim, and says, “Honey, can we cuddle?”

Tim freezes.

The bats, who have been subjected to hours of Tim’s unrelenting, untouchable brilliance, watch in shock as their insurmountable sibling folds like a deck of cards.

“I—uh—cuddle?” Tim stammers, blinking like a deer in headlights.

Danny smiles, soft and sweet and just shy of smug. “Yeah, I miss you. Come to bed with me?”

Tim’s resolve crumbles. He’s already pulling off his gauntlets. “Yeah, okay. Just for a bit.”

“A bit,” Danny agrees, but he’s already leading Tim upstairs.

The bats are left standing in the Cave, mouths agape.

Jason’s the first to break the silence. “Did we just get out-maneuvered by Tim’s boyfriend? The guy who hangs out with Harley Quinn for fun?”

Dick snorts. “I mean, are we really surprised? Danny’s been handling Tim better than any of us for years.”

Bruce exhales, the tension in his shoulders easing. “As long as Tim’s resting, I don’t care how it happened. Danny’s good for him.”

“Yeah,” Jason agrees with a shrug. “Kid’s weird, but he’s got a good head on his shoulders. And if he can get Replacement to sleep, I’ll send him a damn fruit basket.”

The bats exchange a rare moment of collective relief.

Upstairs, Danny tucks Tim into bed, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face as Tim curls into him. He doesn’t care about strategies or what the bats think. All that matters is Tim, finally at peace in his arms.

"Sleep well, genius," Danny murmurs, pressing a kiss to Tim’s forehead. And for the first time in days, Tim does.