#for like two reasons

[lapdogchase]

[recurringzombiedreams]

Dreams I've had in the last two days:

1. I dreamed that teleportation existed, and my mom and my brother and I (All about 15 years younger) drove to my grandmother's house, which is about 3.5 hours away from where I currently live (Why did we DRIVE THERE???) and Mom had to teleport back to my brother's school so he could do a sports thing (He played soccer for like a year in elementary school and never again), and they were trusting ME to drive the car back to where I live. By the way, the only vaguely accurate part of this timeline is that I had still gotten my DUI five years ago so if I got caught driving then fuuuuuuck me.

2) I dreamed that I found exactly $43,000 on the ground in the form of a check stapled to a $1 bill (Which I guess makes it $43,001) because this guy was stapling hella money to small bills and I couldn’t get him to tell me why. It was some cause or another but I couldn’t fathom how stapling $43,000 helped ANYONE. But I do remember thinking that that money would solve a lot of problems

3) This dream is less vivid than the other ones, but I remember a frantic search for the razor blades I had hidden around the house. Irl I think there's a maximum of two still hidden because it's been like eight or nine months since I last self harmed so I slowly removed them, but they were EVERYWHERE in this dream. I’m not even sure why I was looking for them because I don’t remember it being self harm-related

[calicorobin]

beanbag chair psychology

[lady-of-the-spirit]

"Canon divergence" but it's giving characters the close friendships I think they would have had if canon had expanded a little more.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[wombywoo]

retired 🩶

[lucabyte]

monologue

[theabigailthorn]

"Good" Acting

i have a theory that a lot of people say acting is "good" when they're emotionally moved by it, and a lot of cishet white people have a lifelong habit of not listening or empathising when minoritised people speak, so minority actors get called "bad" even when they display some pretty fucking amazing technical skill

[welcometogrouchland]

Extremely bad batgirls comic I made featuring Steph's sex life and Cass' ability to read everything but the room

[courfee]

the complimentary james to this regulus

[vaguely-concerned]

the strength it must have taken for illario to not immediately go full 'lmao since when have you even had a kiss hello lucanis' sibling violence mode during the café talk. inspirational. rook and lucanis really were doing all that right in front of his salad huh

[just-your-average-tangerine]

The line between binary and nonbinary trans people is nowhere near as clean as some of yall think it is

[skullfacedlady]

[wardingshout]

Zelda goes mushroom girl

[noxcheshire]

Back at it again with my Danny is mom coded au’s, but this time it’s because of Clockwork that he suddenly has a whole ass teenage kid.

Clockwork had been bored or maybe he was playing a game against an opponent, or even lost a bet, whatever it was, he stepped in right as Jason was searching for his biological mother.

The DNA that would have registered itself as one Sheila Haywood, confirming Jason’s mother, glitched a terrible green across the screens of the batcomputer.

In those few moments of chaos Jason’s heart beat rapidly as he tried to figure out why the computer wasn’t working, wondering if his only chance to find his mom — his blood mom — would never find success.

Then as suddenly as things went wrong the DNA settled and pinged.

Jason watched, his chest tight, as one Danny C. Works, formerly Danny Fenton appeared onto the big screen.

Danny looked a lot like Jason, short cut black hair more straight than the subtle curls of Jason’s own; deep blue eyes, tired in a way that spoke of long days and nights, but with a warm happiness that made the familiar smile — the one Jason would see on himself every time he looked into the mirror — even more striking.

Jason didn’t linger too long on the male identifying gender, nor the fact his mom leaned more towards a masculine name or clothing.

There were plenty of male to female, and female to male leaning individuals that lived in Crime Alley. He had seen it enough to not even bat an eye at it, even now. After all, in Gotham you minded your business least you find yourself in business you can’t leave.

On a different monitor information of Danny C. Works piled for Jason to quickly browse through.

Danny was a senior engineer, no intimate relationships, and with no close connections to family outside of the tentative calls from Jasmine Fenton.

Danny was estranged from Jack and Madeline Fenton, a falling out that had occurred just a little before Danny’s high school graduation. If Jason calculated it correctly that would have been — around the season Jason himself would have been born.

Okay, so no grandparents then but I might have a maybe aunt. Jason scrolled further and stilled.

Twin toddlers: Dante and Danielle Works.

Jason had baby siblings.

He doesn’t let the sting of younger siblings consume him, doesn’t allow the whispering thoughts of why he had been given up when his younger siblings had been kept and so very obviously loved.

Jason took deep breathes, he didn’t have time to linger here. He had a family to get to, and a family he would get to.

It took almost all night to reach, the starlight night sky slowly and surely fading into cloudy wine as the sun rose, but Jason made it.

And when the door opened to his hesitant but firm knock, Jason was unable to speak. His mom — dad, maybe? Did they want to be mom or dad? — stood in the doorway, brows furrowed in confusion.

It was when Danny spoke his vigilante name did Jason only just realize that he was still dressed to the nine’s in his Robin costume.