#like. the parallels are Uncanny

[bidokja]

damn, shadowbringers is just like orv for real

[frownyalfred]

we don’t have enough *coughs and raises voice* WE DON’T HAVE ENOUGH BATFAMILY ART OF BRUCE AND JASON WITH BOTH OF THEM ROCKING THE WHITE STREAKS IN THEIR BLACK HAIR

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hot take maaaybe but imo the core tragedy of satoru is that he’s not a god, he’s literally just a normal guy who got godhood pushed onto him by other people . a god would be able to handle eternal solitude no problem but satoru isn’t one so he suffers for it

[kevinsdsy]

how is this not neil josten in an alternate universe omg

[bbyboybucket]

It’s so funny bc I thought this scene in invincible was a moon knight parody bc the guy looks just like Oscar Isaac but it turns out the invincible episode was released an entire year before moon knight and it’s just a total coincidence

[technicallydangerousphantom]

Hello. Excuse me, Mr. GoodTimesWithScar. What the fuck was that episode?

[timothyslucy]

lucy chen 🤝 stella kidd, certified goat whisperers.

[simcardiac-arrested]

zavijava info PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!! PLEASEEEEE ZAVIJAVA COME HOME ... PLEASE .... umm um um ill tell you about umm . tma au im making for nastya if u tell me about her .PLEASE!!!!!!!

so she is definitely a star of some kind. i mean she is an angel but in that story in particular The Stars are kind of angels. like they’re otherworldly beings and they jus kinda hang out. cosmically. it’s a different dimension separated from the human one but like, obviously stars still exist for humans, they just don’t do anything crazy because the rules of the world dictate that their realities shouldn’t interact. angels can observe the other world from far up above yet they still exist on a different level. But tbh zavijava had never enjoyed the otherworldly ethereal whatever lifestyle—she just didn’t feel like she fit in there. she is a #1 humans fan though so she knows that’s where she’d fit in. so she does just that. she fits in perfectly :) and normally :) yay :)

[lee-jinkis-ponytail]

being a leftist watching the dnc feels like being tav talking to the patriars and lords after gortash's coronation as archduke

[ms-ninja-crab]

Okay so Tumblr is officially dead because in a Single Episode of Fionna and Cake we got (1) an official Sexyman design of a beloved childhood character who (2) is tall and lanky, (3) wears a suit, (4) is voiced by Polygon Parasocial Relationship Star Brian Fucking David Gilbert who (5) sings a banger of a song and (6) MAKES AN HONEST-TO-GOD SELF-CEST JOKE and I have seen, like, one piece of fanart of him

[theonehitwonder]

I. I feel like I found my alt account's counterpart in the Arcane fandom.

[acronycalrising]

thinking about dirk being literally just lain iwakura

[baphofemme]

holy shit i can't believe this semester is almost over

[klm-zoflorr]

Fun fact: autistic people are completely immune to any kind of supernatural happenstance because the barely-human ghoulies inevitably end up thinking we're part of the boys

[canyoufeelthetrees]

IM FUCKING SAYINF

Your honour, they are the same

[flwrkid14]

The Batfamily and Their Resident Alley Cat

Tim Drake walked into the Batfamily’s lives the same way an alley cat wanders into someone’s home: scrappy, uninvited, and entirely certain he belonged. And somehow, he stayed.

There’s no formal discussion about it, but everyone just… treats Tim like a cat. Not in a bad way! No, it’s all affectionate, in their weird, batfamily sort of way. They praise him endlessly, the same way someone would coo over a stray that managed to charm its way into a warm house. They show him off too, proudly talk about him to anyone who will listen, like he’s a rare find, even though—to outsiders—he looks about as approachable as a cornered feral. (And to be fair, Tim will scratch if you get too close. He’s been known to bite, too, though usually in a verbal sense.)

The parallels don’t end there. If Tim ever decides you’re safe enough to relax around? To nap on? That’s it, you’re trapped. It’s an unspoken rule. If Tim curls up against you, head resting on your shoulder or his legs slung across your lap, you do not move. No one dares risk waking him up. Not only because he probably hasn’t slept in three days, but also because disturbing Tim in his rare moments of peace is sacrilege. Bruce has postponed meetings. Jason once held in a sneeze so violently it gave him a headache. Damian—Damian—sat perfectly still for over an hour because Tim had nodded off against his side, even though his arm had long since gone numb.

Startling Tim is another no-go. They all learned that the hard way. The first (and last) time Dick snuck up on Tim while he was deep in thought, Tim had reacted on instinct—nearly taking Dick’s eye out with a pencil. Since then, they’ve all adopted a “gentle approach” policy. Announce yourself softly, no sudden movements, and maybe bring a peace offering (read: zesti, to further grow his unfound stash hidden somewhere in the manor).

But beyond the quirks and the care they take around him, there’s a trust in Tim that runs deep. Like a cat, Tim has an uncanny sense for people. If he trusts someone right away, that person is good—no further questions needed. If Tim is skittish, more guarded? They all take note. Tim’s instincts are sharp, and the family has learned to respect them. It’s an unspoken rule: if Tim doesn’t like someone, you’re on thin ice until proven otherwise.

There’s something endearing about it all, really. About the way Tim has carved out his space among them, the way they’ve adjusted their lives to accommodate him without even realizing it. He’s their alley cat—scrappy, fiercely independent, a little rough around the edges, but theirs.

And no matter how sharp his claws might be, no matter how many times he insists he doesn’t need anyone, they’ll always make room for him. Because Tim Drake didn’t just wander into their lives—he chose them. And they’re damn lucky he did.