#i am normal i swear these thoughts are so normal

[siri-ike]

The spray was never supposed to last long. So when Tim came home and heard Dick say he'd sat there with "Bruce" for three full hours, he was concerned, to say the least. He can't still be in his fantasy. He can't still be this docile. Real Bruce wouldn't even be this docile, let alone "elementary school arson record" Bruce. But he just sat there. Staring at anyone who came into view.

His grip was tight, much tighter than he could pull off when he was high. And no way would Nightwing ever ask him to stop. He'd hold him forever if not for all their pesky human needs like eating and sleeping. Speaking of sleep, shouldn't he be getting tired? "Hey, Bruce?" Dick whispered so as not to disturb too much. "Are you tired? Do you want to go to bed?"

Bruce shook his head. "I fell asleep, during Gray Ghost." His voice was calm and low (for a child), and he didn't even try to un-bury himself from his dad's hold.

This is big. He slept and didn't lose his memory. Dick waved Tim over.

"What?" Tim spoke at a normal volume.

"He didn't forget dinner." Dick kept whispering, but his excitement shined through. "He woke up at 4:43 pm yesterday, we had dinner at 9, afterward, he got to watch some Gray Ghost tapes and fell asleep. At 4:43 am he woke up again because Phantom was destabilizing as usual, but when Zatanna asked him what happened, he told her about dinner. He Remembered Dinner." Dick really emphasized the last part.

"That's great," Tim brought his tone down to match Dicks. "So then he's stable?"

"Stable? Dude, no. He's aging backwards."

"Oh, right. I forget people are supposed to get older." Tim said, fully serious. "I'll run some tests, and we should keep monitoring him."

"How about we run tests, and you go to your room and take some melatonin." Dick suggested. Let's see if he knows how aging works in the morning afternoon.

One hour later, at 9, Bruce was willing to eat. Dick hadn't left his side and could attest that he was calm non combative and ate like he hadn't seen food in a month. "Please don't be Stockholm syndrome, please don't be Stockholm syndrome," He repeated in his head. "It's too fast to be Stockholm, I can't let him leave. He thought he was dead a few hours ago. Wait, did he ever say he didn't?"

"Hey B? I, uh, Bruce?" He addresses the boy across the dining table.

"Yes, Father?"

Crap, crap, crap. Other age appropriate swears. Dick doesn't look anything like Thomas. If anything, he looks like Martha. No, wait, he looks like his own parents. Unless.

"Bruce, what is my name?" Nightwing fiddled with the mask in his hands.

Bruce just sat there, confused. Like he didn't expect him to have a name at all. "You're... you're, uh," He looked shamefully down at his food. "I don't know." His voice quivered.

"It's ok, Bruce. My name's Richard Grayson, Dick for short." He reassured. "Just one more question, alright?" He gave Bruce time to consider and nod. Nightwing put his arms down on the table and looked Bruce in the eyes. "Are you alive?"

"No~" his guilty expression instantly turned to utter glee.

Nightwing thought for a moment. "Are you dead?"

"No." He giggled.

"Then what are you?" So much for "one more question."

"I am not bound by life or death."

Dick didn't recognize the language, but it sounded otherworldly, almost like a mix of TRAP music and demonic incantations with a hint of backwards English. He also needed a minute.

"Alfred?" Dick asked head in his hands, slumped over in a chair in a corner of the kitchen. "I'm starting to think my son might be the devil."

"Master Dick, all parents think their children are devils from time to time. I certainly thought it with each of you, and look how you turned out... raising more hellspawn." He joked, kind of.

Dick couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "I think we need to move up our meeting with Harley." He sat up, hands on his knees as if to brace himself. "Bring her here, rather than go to her."

"Isn't she in Arkham right now?"

Nightwing pulls out his phone. "I'll figure something out." He scrolls through his contacts and finds two Jim Gordans. He picks the one with the incognito picture.

"Commissioner Jim Gordon." Jim answers.

"Hi, this is Nightwing. Remember that boy, a month ago, who claimed to be a clone of Batman?"

"Yes, he showed up right before all of you dropped out of the world. Did he survive?"

"Yeah, he's... something. Look, I need Harley Quinn."

"Harley Quinn, the clown or Harley Quinn, the doctor?"

"The doctor."

"You know there are plenty of psychologists in Gotham."

"And none can handle these sorts of things without losing their minds, too."

-Silence-

"Alright, I'll see what I can do."

*click*

"Why do you need a doctor?" Bruce had innocently popped in, probably to talk to Alfred.

"Hey, buddy." It was impressive, really. Not many people can sneak up on him, especially not so casually. "Harley's a friend of ours. She's just going to talk to you. Think you could do that for me?" Dick has raised more than enough titans to know you can't force kids that age to do anything.

"M-hm." Bruce turned toward Alfred. "I had water and sleep and darkness, but my head still hurts. Can I have something?"

"Oh, dear." Alfred put his hand on Bruce's forehead. "Well, your temperature is normal. Where does it hurt?"

"Here, and here." He he presses on his forehead, then to the sides of his head just above the ears.

"I'm gonna give you one more Ibuprofen, and we'll do some tests after that." Alfred put the medicine box back on its top cabinet shelf. "How does that sound?"

"Good," Bruce placed the pill in the back of his throat with his hands like he was auditioning for a horror movie, then he downed the water like a normal person. He was about to head out but stopped. "Alfred? Can I have candy?" He pointed at the fancy glass bowl full of chocolate covered salt caramels.

"Last I checked, sugar does not remedy headaches... you can have one." Alfred didn't even look at the puppy eyes. He is not willing to put up a fight for something so small.

Bruce delightfully lifted the lid and, careful not to touch more than one, picked out a treat. He likes the ones with blue marzipan.

Nightwing watched him leave the room without a care in the world. "I think you just got played."

"The headache is real. And I believe more than just swelling. He may no longer be throwing up and seizing. But he's been asleep for almost a month, only waking up for an hour or less, always at the same time. Then there's the more recent confusion in identity. Those are not psychological symptoms. They are neurological." Alfred gave his most serious "listen very closely, I'm not even going to buffer this with sarcasm" face.

"I'll schedule a brain scan."

Clone Danny long post

The footprints lead Alfred out of the room and to the right but quickly dried up on the short hair carpet.

Alfred checked every room to the right of Danny's. He had to have left the family wing. 40 minutes of searching later, Alfred was about to go down yet another hallway when he heard faint music and metal clanging. He walked closer to the sound until he could make out some words.

🎶I- can hear the sound of violins🎶

🎶long before- it begins🎶

The gym. Someone is at the gym. He told Dick to relax. This is the opposite of relaxing. He stops for a moment outside the door to gather himself. People listen to empathy more than anger. When Alfred pushed the door open and looked down at the workout area, he didn't see a disobedient clown. No. Instead, he was forcibly dragged back to 1989, staring at a 13 year old Bruce doing chest presses. He always looked the most at ease when he was at the gym. The rest of the time, he would be looking for his parents' killer or discovering seacret organizations. Alfred used to cherish the time Bruce spent at the gym because he knew it was the closest he could get to calm. Shortly, Danny put down his 3 kg weights and addressed Alfred.

"Morning, Alfred. Breakfast already? Thought I had more time." He sounded like Bruce, more than just his voice. Danny had his own way of talking, but this was all Bruce.

"Young Master," best not to object to his perceived reality, whatever that may be. "It's almost seven in the afternoon, not morning." The sun would have spoiled that for him anyway. "And dinner will be ready in two hours."

"Oh, ok. I'll be there at nine then." Danny simply went over to the next station in his routine. Right as he sat down on the floor, something seemed to dawn on him. "Alfred? Did something happen to me?" He asked innocently.

Alfred remained frozen, staring at the young boy. "What would give you that idea?"

"I woke up in a different room than usual, I had to switch down all my weights, and the files in my father's office have been moved. And then you came in looking like you've seen a ghost." Ever the detective.

"Nothing gets past you. I'm afraid you had a rather bad fever and spent a few days in bed. I would like to examine your health, but it can wait. Let's say, eight-thirty? Before dinner?"

"Kitchen at eight-thirty, got it."

Alfred left the room and braced himself on the door. He thinks he's Bruce. He probably thinks it's the 80s or 90s, too. It's a good thing most everyone is out hunting down clues and/or committing extreme acts of violence.

Danny had changed into an all black suit (bowtie and kerchief included) before coming to the kitchen at 8:27. Hmm, he does like to be punctual. His temperature and heart rate were normal, for once he didn't have bags under his eyes, which responded in time to light. But, he was definitely younger than he was when he arrived. Dick wasn't imagining that.

"Can you tell me your name, age, and today's date?"

"Bruce Thomas Wayne, 12, almost 13, today is November, uh," He struggled a bit. "17th? Maybe a bit later, 1988." He avoided eye contact. "Just so we're clear, I wouldn't have known today's date even if I hadn't been sick."

Alfred smiled a little, remembering how much he used to care about getting good scores on everything. "I'll be sure to include that in the report." He retorted sarcastically, earning a small grin back. "Now go wash up, dinners almost ready."

As per routine, Alfred started by bringing out the helthiest dishes. They all knew it was a trick to get them to eat vegetables, but no one was ever willing to wait. Danny was so hungry, even the brussel sprouts were appetizing. Now if Alfred could just stop staring at him and actually put the container on the table.

"Alfred?"

"W, what?"

"Are you OK?"

Danny had combed his hair when he'd asked him to wash up. This was Bruce. This was the boy Alfred raised. The one who had fallen asleep in his arms every night for months because he refused to be alone in the dark. The one who used to "forget" to tell Alfred about the handfuls of peanut butter in his pockets, ruining thousand dollars dress pants on six different occasions. The one who wanted to keep street cats knowing full well he was allergic.

"Do you need a day off? Or maybe a week?"

"What? No. I'm alright master Bruce. Just, uhm, glad to see you have your appetite back. That's all." Keep it together now. He set down a steaming glass dish full of baked carrots, sweet potatoes, bell peppers, onions, brussel sprouts, broccoli, cauliflower, and mushrooms.

Danny took as big a serving as he could fit (vegetables can only go in the top right on his plate), making sure not to let the butter run too much. The next dish was steamed turnip. Crap. Another vegetable. Can't mix them. Can't put it somewhere else. The only option is to finish the baked vegetables fast.

By the time he finished his quarter of a turnip, six more dishes had already shown up. How many people does Alfred think live here?

At 21:11 Dick walked into the dining room. Dressed in a plain shirt and pants. The two boys looked like they were going to entirely different events.

"Hello." Danny invited. "I'm sorry, have we met?"

"This gentleman is detective Richard Grayson." Alfred interjected. "Master Dick, would you care to join us for dinner?"

"Oh, where are my manners? Here, have a seat. There's plenty of food."

The dinner after that was awkward, but nice. It's good to have some company once in a while. Ever since his parents died, it's just been him and Alfred.

He did wake up late in the afternoon, so it shouldn't be such a surprise that he got to stay up and watch his gray ghost VHS tapes way later than his usual bedtime. Only interrupted occasionally by Alfred, making sure he's keeping all that food down. He had to have been really sick. He doesn't even remember throwing up recently.

He must have dosed off at some point because he was awoken abruptly at some horrid hour of the night by an ear pierceing scream. He hurried to its sorce in the family wing where he saw what looked like another Bruce, except this one had white hair and wore a black onesie. He appeared to be melting into a glowing green sludge. Bruce knelt down and grabbed the boy, who stopped screaming. Opting to bury his face in Bruce's chest instead.

Alfred came just as the gruesome scene was over. 4:50 am, same place, same time, every night. Alfred had hoped something had improved when the screaming stopped early. But rather than the typical gorey mess, there was Danny, inconsolable and covered in slime.

"Wh, wh, ah?" Who was that? What was that?? Why was that???

"Master da- Bruce." At lightning speed, Alfred was on his knees and holding Danny. "Come on, you don't have to be here." He tried to lift him up, but Danny resisted.

"...Why do you have the carpet cleaner?" He accused. "Did you know this would happen?"

[colombinaa]

radfems, thank you.

my journey of becoming a radfem has been long and rather solitary. throughout 2024 i was able to listen to perspectives i had never heard of before and see new sides of this society, both in my real, personal life and through the voices and testimonies of other women. consequently, my views started developing and evolving.

during this time i never called myself a radical feminist, as i didn’t know all its core points and their meaning/explanation. i did recognise my leaning towards it though.

at the same time, i had no idea about the whole “terf” thing. being straight barred me from a lot of the misogyny around the matter. i had only seen that term in a specific occasion and shoved it back as a non-issue. looking back now, i shouldn’t have.

then november arrived and i peaked. it was heartbreaking, infuriating, disappointing, enraging. i felt betrayed, that stupid girl who never understood why she was always excluded, the foolish young woman who still has that slow heart.

contemporarly, i found out what “she’s a terf” actually meant. i researched radical feminism and its core values and saw my own reflected in it. i started trying to find like-minded women, at least online, and with that i found names of writers i had already heard of, quotes and paragraphs i had already read, women i should’ve looked up on google earlier. i can see how that class consciousness i have gained throughout last year would’ve lead me here anyway, sooner or later.

now i am here. i got basically all the theory to read, in-depth analysis i can’t wait to read and that is gonna help me set my thoughts and values into clear words, something my autistic brain definitely needs help with. i’ll have to learn how to put all this into action too. but the moral compass i’ve been building is already there, and so is the resolution of speaking up.

the female socialisation is still going hard, the internalised ableism and late diagnosis effects too; i’m young and in burnout, and still learning. but i’m happy to be here. i’m happy to have reached this place. both metaphorically and literally ahah. i’ve been on this app for like two months and i already feel like starting to make more personal and chill posts, like that etruscan woman that got the same tittie shape as me (i’ll never shut up about this) like i swear. and to the allistic girlies reading, trust me when i say for me it’s a big thing! (the being more chill thing, not the tittie shape one - i mean yes that too but you get what i mean).

so thank you, radfems, for never giving up.

and also thank you for creating a rather normal community in which we keep discussing topics and practicing criticism instead of preaching dogmas and shunning for thoughtcrimes, i was fucking exhausted tbh

[scorpio1205]

Bambi's Most Liked/Viewed Tik Toks

Summary: A tiktok compilation of Bambi's most viewed tik toks

Warnings: swearing, kissing, flirting, pda, tik tok comments, Matt looking completely in love

1st Tik Tok-

Bambi put the phone down taking a few steps back as American Wedding by frank ocean began to play through her phone speaker. She ran her fingers through her hair as Matt walked up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her against him completely as she began to lip sync to the song. 'Hijabs and polygamist husbands. Those poor un-American girls. After school she ran to me. Jumped in my 5.0. This is the home of the brave, land of the free. But your parents still didn't know' She grinned as Matt kissed her cheek, turning to face him, pulling him down and kissing him lovingly, as the tik tok ended.

Caption: Date Night with the most perfect man in the world @ mattsturniolo

2nd Tik Tok-

Maneater by Nelly Furtado began 'You wish you never ever met her at all (what you sayin', girl?)' She walked into frame in her Halloween costume, twirling a bit. 'You wish you never ever met her at all (break), yeah. She's a maneater, a maneater (I been around the world, I ain't never meet a girl like this) She's a maneater, a maneater (I been around the world, I ain't never meet a girl like this) She's a maneater, a maneater (I been around the world, I ain't never meet a girl like this) Like this, like this, like this, like this, like this' She walked over to Matt who was in his costume scrunching up her nose and grabbing his jaw.

Caption: Did I pull this off? Kinda?

3rd Tik Tok-

Bambi put her phone down smiling at the camera the triplets sitting at the table behind her. "Okay, so I keep getting comments asking about my tattoos and piercings... So I thought I'd make a video showing them off cause why not?" She smiled sheepishly at the camera pulling off her hoodie leaving her in a white tub top, which seemed to catch Matt's attention immediately as he looked up watching her

She noticed this and giggled but didn't acknowledge him "So first I have this tarot card tattoo with my zodiac sign on it and it's on my forearm" She showed the camera. "Matt took me to get it for my birthday." She smiled at Matt who waved before pulling her hair to the side and turning around "Next I have this moon phase tattoo along my spine, it's read and black and hurt like a bitch" She turned back showing off her tatted shoulder. "And lastly this one is veins, butterflies and fairies... that's the last one for right now. Matt and I are planning on getting a matching one for our 4th anniversary..."

"Yeah we are"

She giggled before gasping "Oh, wait. I have Matt's initials on my side, but that's under my shirt and normally hidden by my bra. Now onto piercings." She pointed to her stomach "Belly button ring, septum ring that I hide most of the time, and I have my nipple's pierced.....But yeah that's it......Bye."

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4th Tik tok-

Bambi was laying on Matt's bed with Mr. Wrinkleton on her chest and wearing one of Matt's polo's "Sooooo.....Nick, Matt, and Chris went to Film and i'm here obviously... And I'm watching How to Train your dragon and I came to the conclusion that my taste in men has not changed... Like at all. So growing up I had the biggest crush on hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon, and I feel like I'm dating him in real life. Like he wasn't the tallest, he had like messy brown hair, he was sarcastic, like really smart, he had an attitude, he was very dorky, and just all around cute...... Did I just describe my boyfriend or a fictional character? Like that's literally Matt, or am I going crazy.... That's it" She moved the camera out of her face before quickly moving it back "And middle part Matt was 1000% Victor from Corpse Bride"

Caption: He's also kinda Stiles from Teen Wolf

5th Tik Tok-

18 By Anarbor started playing as Bambi walked back grabbing Matt's hand pulling him down her nose brushing his as she lip synced "So if you wanna piss off your parents. Date me to scare them. Show them you're all grown up. If long hair and tattoos are what attract you. Baby then you're in luck. And I know it's just a phase. You're not in love with me-" But before she could continue Matt grabbed her by the back of her thighs lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist with a grin on his face.

Her hands immediately moved to the sides of his face, a new ring on display (that would catch a lot of attention by fans) "You wanna piss off your parents, baby. Piss off your parents. That's alright with me"

Caption: I was trying to be cute and he stole my thunder

6th and Final Tik Tok

Slim Pickens By Sabrina Carpenter began to play "Guess I'll end this life alone. I am not dramatic, these are just the thoughts that pass right through me. All the douchebags in my phone. Play 'em like a slot machine, if they're winnin', I'm just losing" Bambi walked stood next to Matt as the song continued he picked her up effortlessly and placed her on his shoulder. "A boy who's jacked and kind" Both of them looked surprised and really happy.

Caption: I have the one I love and he still doesn't know the difference between there, their and they're.....

Comments:

User322: Okay but that 5th one just came out and I still NEED to know if that's an engagement ring

User777: Bambi having Matt's initials tattoo'd on her is wild

User111: Parents

Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

@sturnmeovr @big-poppa23 @colorthecosmos444 @sturns-mermaid @mattsstarlet @iammattswife @carringtonsgirl

[thequeenofthewinter]

I swear I am normal...sometimes. Earlier I saw this post by @emmg and GLASSES, and I just...I am a degenerate. I am going to jail. I am not even going to try to defend myself. This is the second smut work I have written in two days (and I didn't even really truly finish this one but I was just possessed to write something.) Don't look at me.

“Leave them.” 

“I beg your pardon, Rook, but what—”

Emmrich had been sitting at his desk all afternoon, pouring over a new tome in his collection, half-moon spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose and totally unaware of the world around him. As far as she could gather it was special edition on metaphysical properties of the Fade. How she had wished it were her instead.

Without answering him, she shoves the papers, quills, and ink to the side before sitting unceremoniously on the edge of his desk, thighs spread wide enough so that he can see a small sliver of skin. Just enough to temp, just enough to tease, just enough to see—

“Rook,” he swallows, “are you not wearing…”

Her lips lift into a teasing smile as she places a hand gently on his shoulder. “I have been thinking of you in those damned glasses all afternoon.”

No reply.

“You know,” her fingers trace their way up his collar until a hand cups his chin, “there are much better places where your nose could be buried.”

“And what would you suggest, darling?”

She spreads her legs wider, bearing herself entirely to him before running a finger over her slit. “Right here, of course. It only stands to reason, does it not? I have been tortured thinking about what it would be like to have you between my thighs, tongue deep inside of me for hours. The image is terribly arousing.”

"I--" Emmrich forces himself to swallow around the sudden lump in his throat.

“I know you are a gentleman and a scholar, so…if you need any proof, you can seek it out yourself.”

Maker, the implication of her words. He feels himself stir at the thought as he leans forward, eyes not leaving hers until he is halfway under her skirts. 

Deep breaths, Emmrich, he reminds himself, yet somehow that is worse. The scent of her skin, the arousal he can already smell wafting off of her, causes him to twitch again.

There is no flower more tempting, no bouquet more exquisite. Rook has already given him permission, so what could one taste hurt?

His hand reaches out, fingers curling into the softness of her thighs as he spreads her further.

A moment later she feels it—the warmth of his tongue along with the sharp edge of his glasses. “Emmrich!”

Already wet, and he has barely even touched her. His tongue dives in further as he presses the flat against her, running it until he finds her entrance.

Rook’s hips lift, rutting against him desperately as she moans. The combination of pleasure coupled with the bite of glass almost sends her over the edge.

“More.” Her hands fist in his hair, twisting into the strands as she brings him closer.

And who is he to deny her?

He dives in with fervor, tongue teasing at her before dipping inside. Hot, wet, and sweet, he thrusts inside her, tongue fucking her as she squeezes her thighs lightly around him.

What he ever did to deserve her he will never know. All that he can think about are the delightfully obscene noises she makes, and how hard his cock has become. 

For a moment, he pulls back to adjust himself only to notice the smear of her slick across the lenses of his glasses, Rook’s face a vague blur looking back at him. 

Just when she thinks he is going to wipe the surface clean, he lifts them to his mouth, the tip of his tongue licking herself off of them.

Fuck.

[wolfstarlibrarian]

firstly, i would like to thank you PROFUSELY for this blog. i stumbled upon it when i was a fandom baby, without a tumbr or ao3 account and no knowledge of tagging or kudos or pretty much anything. almost all of my first wolfstar reads are from your rec lists, and i basically went through ALL of them. i know how to use everything now, but this blog has a special place in my heart for starting my journey.

onto my ask: i know you don't normally rec unfinished fics, but i was curious if you had any WIP recs, preferably a few chapters in with a long way to go. i've learned i really enjoy following the journey and getting emails with updates.

thank you so much for everything you do!

This is SUCH a kind message to receive. Thank you so much and I’m so happy I’ve been able to introduce you to so many wonderful works in this fandom!

I’m not sure how long any of these fics have to go (even with a chapter count we sometimes get extra epilogues ��) but they are the most recently updated ones I have subscriptions for. (I checked my subscriptions tab and there are 26 pages, so………..)

Anyway, hope you enjoy these! And everyone should feel invited to reblog with their own WIP or a friend’s WIP!

Wolfstar WIPs to Follow

While I breathe, I hope by @marigold-hills

Sirius Black has made many mistakes, but the very worst one happened when he was sixteen. Five years later, he tries to atone.

***

“Mate. You alright? Let me take you to a hospital. Or do you need an ambulance? Those wankers, I swear…”

But he doesn’t finish the thought. The man raises his head, startled. And it’s him. Behind the dirty hair and the blood smeared lips, the new scars, the cheekbones made sharper by hunger. Sirius would recognise him anywhere.

Love, Probably. by @chlobliviate

The Love Actually Marauders era AU. Featuring Minerva McGonagall as Billy Mack. It's chaos, it's ridiculous.

Christmas Eve Will Find Me by @lumosinlove

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin have spent their entire careers together—from training all the way to being assigned to the same team working for the secret intelligence agency, Salazar. Sirius has loved Remus for just as long, but has never told him.

The Endless Night by @gardenoflupins

When Remus finds himself being followed, he has two options. Either deal with the stalker himself or get the help of a few bikers nearby. Little does he know that by approaching them, the trajectory of his life would change entirely.

WAIT! Let me add that that I am recommending these fics AS IS. Please please please please don’t ever pester an author to update. That’s why I don’t usually recommend WIPs. Because it adds extra stress to an author and stress never helps anyone to write.

Even sending anon asks about updates is uncool and will generally just push an author further away from revisiting a fic.

If you love a wip, tell them, in detail, in the comments. Comment every time you read how thankful you are for the fic even. Or give another emoji as a comment.

But don’t ever ask for an update. Please.

[beanghostprincess]

i want trafalgar law to get my organs out and wash them and then put them back because i think it'd change the trajectory of my life for the better and make me not want to die

[just-a-little-kreature]

i am so normal about them

[elyasdoodles]

🌋 🥇

[huellitaa]

pinkie pie is the best character ever i don't care. she's sweet she's funny she's honest she's hardworking she's grateful she's an absolute angel and she deserves the world. she tries her hardest to make all of her friends and family happy even if it impacts her, and learns from the loved ones around her to treat herself with the same love and light and joy and laughter she puts into others into herself. childlike wonder and silliness and whimsy is the height of purity and perfection and she embodies every single one of those things. i love pinkie pie!!!!!!!@#11!!@!!!12!!@£@!!!1♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

[necrotic-nephilim]

What's so fun about BruJay as a ship is Jason's sheer obsessive devotion to Bruce. Jason is possessive over Bruce, to the point he doesn't care about the deaths of others so long as he has Bruce's attention. A part of the UTRH arc this isn't talked about enough is that Bludhaven fucking explodes mid-way and Jason won't let Bruce see if Dick is alive.

batman (1940) #650

A lot of discussion about UTRH paints Jason as this anger-driven cold, calculating machine up against Bruce when it's so clear that his love for Bruce is what drives him at his root, even if he won't acknowledge it. He says it himself, he would've done anything if it was Bruce who'd died instead of him and his anger is rooted in that possessive devotion not being reciprocated.

batman (194) #650

BruJay as a ship always to be, to some level, unrequited. Even if Bruce loves Jason back in that way, he'll never be that obsessed with Jason. Jason will always view Bruce's love for Dick or Tim to be a distraction, proof that Bruce isn't dedicated enough to him. Jason has the need to always have Bruce's attention, even when it could come at the cost of Bruce's other loved ones. Something something cannibalism as a metaphor for love in how Jason wants to consume Bruce's whole existence. He can't let Bruce leave him again, can't let Bruce love or grieve anyone else. Forcing Bruce to choose between Jason and the Joker isn't just about confronting Jason's killer, it's about confronting the other person who exists as this duality with Bruce and consumes so much of Bruce's life. That's the role Jason wants to fill, calling himself Red Hood and forcing Bruce to look at what he's become. But still loving Bruce and wanting more than anything for Bruce to reciprocate that love in the way that Jason understands. I just think it's good soup and rife with Dynamics that are underexplored with them.

[fennekinmon]

I was going to draw what i think dev's mom looks at least my interpetation of her and i was speaking out loud and i accidentally said dale' mom instead of dev's mom.

And it struck me with wait we don't know shit about dale's mom too like, where the fuck was she in like dale's life like, your child was missing for seven years and like he returned. And the fact dale only wanted to see doug when he got out of lemon dungeon and he didn't say "i wish i could to see my parents",he said "i wish i could see my dad" so, like was she even there at all for dale at all in his little years of dale's remaining childhood. Like my brain now that thinking about her is only bring up more questions about dale and doug and how it effects dev. Like all the dimmadomes are in some way still in a we don't know fully about them even though we do have some information about them enough we can make guesses about them.

Like seriously, i realized where in the absolute fuck where and who is dale's mom since like she has to exist, and like did dale ever to try to find his mom after he got of the lemon dungeon, like, who and where is she?? Like she has to exist somewhere like dev's mom. We just don't know about the dimmadome ladies in the family.

[thefloatingwriter]

sunrise on the reaping is where headcanons go to die.

[estcaligo]

Crocodile eyes

[itsallaboutbl]

i'm just being so normal about the fact that JJ is already getting soft for Methas 🥺

[llumimoon]

Shoutout to the @kaseyskat and the Oakvale server for feeding into my Noodle (Doodler Normal) thoughts 😌

Sometimes ur teenage angst moment leads you to willingly get possessed by an eldritch god and you accidentally end up paralleling ur family’s past mistakes <3

[raddestrose]

I think this is the last episode

its like bro WANTS his family to be messed up

poor girl, her life been nothing but awful then this

YOU MORON

XIAOSHI NOOOOO

now look, you’ve got an angered his boyfriend and this is what happens

you get tag teamed in the subway lines

oh god everything is going so so wrong

shes saying shes scared, my heart

NOOO LI TIANXI

YEAHHHH CAPTAIN XIAO LETS GOOOO

noo she’s saying thank you she’s dead dead

DID SHE JUST GIVE QIAO LING HER POWER

never mind just her super sad memories

OH SHOOT, THE BROTHER DID IT

oh that’s just SAD

BRO I CANT DO THIS

talking about his daughter

I WILL CRY

WHAT

THEMMM

THOSE GUYS, THEY’RE GREAT

this whole sequence is just BRUTAL

who’s this cat with the fancy hat?

OH MY GOD ITS MYSTERY KID ISNT IT

where’d they get that random picture of Lu Guang?

WHAAAAAAAAAT

WHAT WHAT WHAT HE DIED

theres an alternate timeline where Cheng Xiaoshi DIES

WAIT, so does that mean Lu Guang..

WHAT DO YOU MEAN

LETS GOOOOO WANG JUANG’S NOT DEAD

I thought she was cool

SHOOT, we have an evil duo now

WHAAAT

OH I SEE, I WAS RIGHT

YOU HYPOCRITE

BROOOOOOOOO

I AM SO NOT READY

ohh this new song is a VIBE

hey, we ever learn about those numbers, his phone password

im just curious