#just tag me if you do

[introspectivememories]

it's late by the time bernard gets home from the grocery store. he takes off his shoes by the shoe rack they he kept by the front door.

"ti-" his voice falters, "i'm home."

tim's not here anymore, remember? you broke up with him.

"shut up." he tells himself. he enters the kitchen and starts putting away the groceries. bernard hums to himself as he works.

tim had loved that about him. you're always humming he used to say like my very own disney princess.

"oh but love grows where my tim goes!" he sings, thinking about all the times he used to serenade tim with this song.

(tim used to blush furiously at the name substitution and then he'd try to sing back and they'd go back and forth singing the song to each other and it didn't matter that both of them could barely sing because they were so in love. they were so in love.

there's a sob building in his throat and he will not cry. he will not.)

the song is building to the climax in his head and he spins around using a leek as a prop microphone when he sees the people sitting their his living room.

"what the fuck!" he screams as throws the leek at them.

the wayne brothers -- all 4 of them duke, dick, jason, and damian --stare back at him unimpressed.

"what the fuck." he repeats when he's calmed down. "why the fuck are you guys lounging around in our. in my living room.?"

damian, predictably reacts first, pulls out a switchblade, and waves it around in what would be a threatening way if it wasn't coming from someone bernard has seen melt at his cow's babies.

"you made drake cry dowd. explain yourself."

"put the knife away, dami." dick says, never taking his eyes off bernard. "what did i tell you about pulling knives on people?"

damian sulks and mutters, "that it's not nice."

there's a hot, vicious, anger brewing in bernard's gut. "what the fuck is this. what did tim send you guys?"

"no, we came on our own accord." duke says

"oh enough of this." jason says, "why'd you break up with the brat? he's at the house fucking ugly crying because of you. you better have a damn good reason."

"because i couldn't do it anymore. now get out of my apartment."

"what does that even mean?" jason says.

bernard inhales for 5 and exhales for 5. "do you know how many dates tim's run out on me in the past 3 months alone? not to mention how many over the course of the past 4 years? do you know how many nights i woke up to his side of the bed empty and cold? do you know how many dates i've been stood up? do you know-"

he cuts himself off.

"drake loves you. is that not enough?" damian says.

"i keep forgetting you're only 14."

"what does that have to do with anything?"

"it means, that no, love is not enough," bernard responds.

"they were family emergencies." duke says quietly.

his fists clench and unclench at his sides. "do you think i'm stupid, signal?" he says quietly.

all 4 of them still.

"you know." dick says

"yes."

"how?"

"it's not that fucking hard. he runs out and then 10 minutes later, red robin's on the scene. once you know that, it wasn't too hard to figure out the rest."

"so then what's the problem?" jason says "you know why he has to keep running out."

"this is why all of you can't keep a relationship," he says.

"he has a duty." dick says, "to the city, to it's people, to-"

"what about to me?" bernard cuts in, "what about his duty to me?"

the anger is bubbling up.

"what about his duty to me?" he says louder, "what about me?"

"kid," jason starts, "you can't expect him to drop every-"

"4 fucking years of this. i figured it out 3 months into our relationship. y'know. and i understood at first. 'oh he's a vigilante. he can't just reveal himself.'"

"so i thought that maybe if i proved myself, that i was trustworthy, that i loved him, that i'd do anything for him, he'd tell me himself. and then a year went by and i thought, 'oh it's just a year. it's probably too new. he can't just tell me." and then the second year and the third year and the fourth year. and then i realized he was just never going to tell me."

"so you're mad cause he didn't tell you he was a vigilante?" duke asks incredulously

"no i'm mad cause he keeps leaving! he keeps fucking leaving. date after date. night after night. and i'm just left to sit at the tv and watch the news reports and pray like i'm some wife from the 40s hoping her husband comes back from the war."

"4 fucking years of you guys just hiding or outright lying about injuries. and maybe it's just me, but i don't think it's selfish to want the man you love to stop going out in spandex to fight crime."

there are tears dripping down his face. he wipes them away angrily.\

"i don't think it's too much to ask to want the man you love to prioritize you instead of fucking mr. freeze."

"i love your brother." bernard ignores the way his throat hurts and his voice cracks and his heart aches, "he is the light of my life. i want to marry him. i want to have children with him. i want to build a life with him but i can't do that if he keeps on leaving."

they're frozen, staring at him.

"am i supposed to be married and live with him making excuses as why he has to leave cause the fucking condiment man decided to terrorize gotham? if we have kids, am i supposed to watch him leave them again and again, cause dr. isley decided gotham looked better if it was a forest?"

he stares at them, "when is he going to stay? when his body is 60 and he can no longer physically fight crime anymore? if we had kids, do you think they'll need a dad 30 years down the line or are they going to need both of their parents?"

"i'm not lois lane." he says quietly, "i can't spend the rest of my life waiting around for him. i can't spend the rest of my life sharing him with the public. i can't spend the rest of my life living off the rare days he decides to come home."

"i love him. i'm in love with timothy jackson drake-wayne. i want to marry him. i want to have children with him. i want to spend the rest of my life with him but as long as he keeps choosing red robin over me, i can't be with him."

[mfscout]

IT'S KITTY TIME!!!

have i ever posted her here before?? if i haven't: she's my fave oc/kinda gruntsona specifically for Project Nexus!! she's a scientist working in the Nexus Core, and she's married to Director Phobos (I say that so shy and so quiet bc I am embarrassed abt selfshipping w him.) I will be posting more of her bc I LOVE HER SO MUCH

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[lgbtlunaverse]

The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

[redsray]

the funniest part of any Robin meeting the JL is that every Robin is so distinctly different from the previous one in terms of personality and vibes that the league literally gets backlash. and like, I don't blame them. not to mention that they are non-meta children that dress as a traffic light and fight crime alongside batman in gotham on a nightly basis. i'd also be a bit concerned. Batman, literally The Night of Gotham personified in the League's eyes, coming into a JL meeting: This is Robin, my crime-fighting partner. 11-year-old Dick Grayson, dressed in the brightest primary colours possible, vaguely hidden murder behind those eyes, never stops moving even for a moment: Hi! Superman: That's a child. That's-- Bats that is a child. You let a child--? Batman, deadpan: You try to stop him. Would you rather he try and murder a grown man with a wire?

Batman: This is Robin. 12-year-old Jason Todd, with the biggest grin on his face, about 3 books in his hand, stars in his eyes and a distinct street-kid drawl: Hey!!! Green Lantern: That's ... that's a different child. What?? Jason: I stole his tires :) Batman: Tried to. Jason, stage whispering to the League: basically did. Green Lantern: that is a different kid, right?? I'm not seeing shit??

Batman: This is Robin. 14-year-old Tim Drake, bo staff clutched in his hand, a wary and tired expression on his face, more on the quiet side, the literal walking definition of don't judge a book by it's cover: hello Flash: Where do you even find these-- Tim: I found myself.

Batman: This is Robin. 17-year-old Stephanie Brown, literally blonde, with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of nothing but mischief and the most explosive personality you've ever seen: hiya!! Superman: I give up. Stephanie: I know, I have that amazing effect on people.

Batman: This is Robin. 13-year-old Damian Wayne, a literal wet cat that will hiss at you, has a sword, the most judgemental stare you'll get from a teenager, ready to jump anyone there: Green Lantern: WHY DOES HE HAVE A SWORD?! Batman: ... he came with the sword.

[punchratt]

What if there was a movie kinda like toy story or inside out but instead if it being toys/emotions, it was oc’s.

Like, the main character is a long abandoned Mary Sue from The Creator’s childhood who’s been rewritten now that they’re older and have more experience. Bouncing back and forth between the characters(who are fighting against change) and the creator(who’s having a midlife crisis and wants everything to change). The Mary Sue fights to stay the perfect person they once thought themselves to be while trying to force her friends to do the same, while The Creator’s doing the opposite. Changing everything about themselves and distancing from their “old” life.

In the end they learn a lesson about identity and loving yourself despite yourself that I can’t quite articulate properly in a tumblr post.

[saphushia]

btw. i made this quick guide of some of the natural size and proportion reference points in the human body. of course this all varies even irl, and you can stylize however you want, so ymmv but thought it might be helpful for some folks.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I love you Safety Wizard.

(Inspired by @keroascrazy)

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[chimaeraonwards]

John Cusack, the voice actor for Dimitri in Anatasia (1997), shared his statement on Palestine 🇵🇸 🇵🇸 🇵🇸 🇵🇸

P.S. He has been a Palestinian supporter for years

[hellspawnmotel]

intimacy between an evil spiteful building-sized supercomputer and the lone scientist left behind after everyone else ditched and forgot about her (in which computer wants to kill scientist really bad but her programming wont let her so she just attempts to make her as miserable as possible instead, which also doesn't work because scientist is a freak)

[bm96-tf2]

is it ok if i post a drawing that i heavily referenced one of your sfms for as long as i credit you??

Oh, of course. I think of that as a big honor of sort, so please do. You have my permission to do so ^^

(I want to see them too, sooooo... 👀)

[me-beef]

@strangeravatar made a great point

i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make

but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do

ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad

[podoro-vines]

MIZISUA

[inkskinned]

the thing about some men is that they want you to remember, at all times, that you are underneath them. that with one word or look or "joke", you will stay beneath them. that even "exceptions" to the rule are not true exceptions - the commonly cited statistic that one in eight men believe they could win against serena williams.

women's gymnastics is often not seen as real gymnastics. whatever the fuck non-euclidian horrors rhythmic gymnasts are capable of, it's often tamped down as being not a sport. some of the most dominant athletes in the world are women. nobody watches women's soccer. despite years of dancing and being built like a fucking brick, men always assume they're faster and stronger than i am. you wouldn't like what happens when they are incorrect. once while drunk at a guy's house i won a held-plank challenge by a solid minute. the party was over after that - he became exceedingly violent.

what i mean is that you can be perfect, and they still think you're ... lacking, somehow. i hope you understand i'm trying to express a neutral statement when i say: taylor swift was the possibly the most patriarchy-palatable, straight-down-the-line woman we could churn out. she is white, conventionally attractive, usually pretty mild in personality. say what you will about her (and you should, she's a billionaire, she can handle it), but a few things seem to be true about her: 1. she can write a damn catchy song, and 2. the eras tour truly was a massive commercial success and was also genuinely an impressive feat of human athleticism and performance.

i don't know if she deserves the title of "woman of the year," i'm not debating that in this post. what i am saying is that she was named Woman of The Year, and then an untalented man got onstage at the golden globes and made fun of her for attending her boyfriend's football games. what i am saying is that this woman altered local economies - and her dating life is still being made into a "harmless" punchline. the camera panned, greedy, over to her downing a full glass of champagne. congratulations taylor! you are woman of the year! but you are a woman. even her.

fuck, man. write better material.

a guy gets onstage at a college graduation and despite the fact like half the crowd is made up of women, he spends a significant proportion of it warning these people - who spent possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars on their education - that they were lied to. that the "real" meaning of femininity is motherhood. that they shouldn't rest on the laurels of that education-they-paid-for but instead throw it away to kneel at a man's heel. imagine that. sweating in your godawful polyester gown (that you also had to pay for!), fresh out of 4 years of pushing yourself ever-harder: and some guy you've never met - who knows nothing about you - he reminds you this "win" is a pyrrhic one at best. you really shouldn't consider yourself that extraordinary. you're still a woman, even after years of study.

god forbid you are not a pretty woman, but if you are pretty, you must be dumb. god forbid you are not ablebodied or white or cis or straight or good at swallowing. you must be beneath a man, or else they are not a man. the equation for masculinity seems to just be: that which is not a woman or womanly (god forbid). anything "feminine" is thereby anathema. to engage in "feminine" things such as therapy, getting a hug from a friend, or crying - it is giving up ones manhood. therefore women need to be put in their place to ensure that masculinity is protected.

this is something i have struggled to explain to terfs - they are not doing the work of feminism, but rather the patriarchy. by asserting that women and men must be (on some secret level) oppositional and in conflict, they also assume that being a woman is akin to being another species. but bigotry does not stem from observational truths or clarity - that is what makes it bigotry. there was nothing in my childhood that made me fundamentally different from my brother. we are treated differently nonetheless. to assert there is some biological drive that enforces my gender role is to assert that women have a gendered role. men do not see women as equal to them not because of biological reality - but instead because the core tenant of the patriarchy is that women aren't full, realized people.

we are told from a very young age to excuse misbehavior as a single man's choice - not all men. it is not all men, just that one guy. all women are gold-digging bitches who belong in the kitchen - but if a man is mean, bigoted, or violent to you, it's just that particular guy, and that means nothing about men-as-a-whole. it is only one guy who got mad when you gently rejected him. it is only one guy who warns her this trophy is heavy, are you sure you can hold it? it is only one guy who smashes her face into the cake. it is only one guy talking into a mic about hating our bodily autonomy.

i have just found that they often wait until the moment we actually seem to be upstaging them. you sit in a meeting where you're presenting your own findings and he says get me a coffee? or you run to the end of the marathon and are about to finish first and he pushes your kids out in front of you. you win the chess game and they make some comment akin to well, you're ugly away. we can be the billionaire and get the dream life and finally fucking do it and yet! still! they have this strange, visceral urge to say well actually, if you think you're so great -

it's not one just one guy. it's one in eight.

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.