#my nerd child

[trashmakerarticle]

Everyone thinks that dick was the golden child when in reality it was Jason.

Clark: Bruce who was your favourite robin?

Dick: obviously it’s me?

Tim: it’s dick

Damian: I am superior robin, it will be me.

Bruce: it’s Jason

Everyone: WHAT?!?!???

Bruce: why are you so surprised? He didn’t jump on too my chandeliers which I had to replace each week

*everyone looks at dick*

Bruce: he didn’t drop out of school

*everyone looks at tim*

Bruce: I didn’t have to stop him from killing everyone who annoyed him

*everyone looks at Damian*

Bruce: in fact, he enjoyed school and handed all his homework in on time, we would spend hours in the library reading his favourite classics. He even helped Alfred with most of the cooking, He was my little boy

Jason: stop spreading lies, I hate you go away

Bruce: my precious little boy

[hijinxinprogress]

Civilian Gothamites realizing they can get vengeance through Sword!Robin

Gothamites figuring out if they happen to mention a rogue treating animals poorly within hearing range of sword!Robin that rogue will be in custody with at least four fractures and a concussion and Damian being completely aware that like 63% of these people are lying but it’s the only way he can get experience with the nonlethal takedowns he’s experimenting with bc everyone keeps complaining about how he treats his opponents and allies 

Like he’s guiding a civilian to safety and they mention that “this would be the worst thing to happen to me today if riddler didn’t stab my fucking cat” and this civilian does not own a cat but they did own a car that was just paid off but riddler fucking crushed it with a stupid ass hot air balloon that’s shaped like a fucking question mark and Damian is aware of this bc he was the one that verified the insurance claim (but he’s been looking for a reason to punch Nygma in the throat since his last Arkham escape when he called Damian a moron)

And he also knows that if he plays along with it and says ‘as if I’d let that gaudy and tactless imbecile get away with committing such atrocities’ when prompted that he’ll get away with barely a slap on the wrist like he gets three half hearted but long lectures he’s not going to listen to and an online sensitivity training seminar he goads Tim into completing (Damian and Tim 100% try to trick each other into doing work they don’t want to do and full heartedly believe the other has no idea what they’re doing)

Bruce’s tendency for finding small crashouts at risk of becoming future rogues in Gotham and deciding they need love & supervision but what actually happens bc he’s so fucking awkward is they get almost the same amount of supervision just with like an hour of intense helicopter parenting a week but honestly besides that they just have more money and resources to do fuck shit

Tim 🤝🏾 Damian: using the manipulation tactics they learned from their mothers then later improved on with help from an assassin cult and bat/cape interrogation questioning techniques on the homies

[samwise1548]

I have this kandi crown that I put on my cousin's five year old kid's head just now.

Her: Is that rainbow?

Me: Yeah!

Her, taking the crown off: Rainbow is haram. Don't make it again.

Homophobia sure is taught young, huh.

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

[lovecolibri]

The new d20 merch?! Owlbears dice tray? La Famila mug? Moon is the night sun pin??

RIP my bank accout I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️

[brionysea]

stranger things - find my own way by arrested youth

[ariaricottoncandy]

it's infinitely funnier to me if the egg's a child and these soggy pirates are tryING TO STEAL A DRAGON BABY

[nofacednerd]

More MAWSM Kara emo kid headcanons since people loved the other post so much afhsgdg

(She’s listening to MCR)

[juustozzi]

here is another idea for the winged au

it is misinformation that all winged people like shiny things. only some do (mostly the ones with wings like magpie )

so just think (early series) tsurugi 'bribing' tenma with shiny trinkets to let yuuichi touch his wings or let yuuichi fly with him (not very high, tsurugi doesn't need that anxiety, just enough to get yuuichi a good view of the area)

also kariya doing the same but for help with pranks instead

tenma doesn't even see this as 'bribing' he just thinks that those two are just trying to be friend him, he does keep all the trinkets he gets from them up on a shelf in his room

I had to do some research (since my memory is ass) and apparently Mikado from Teikoku has a raven-like keshin, maybe he has a bit of a trinket hoarding habit? maybe Tsurugi has seen him in some occasions (for seeds? maybe Mikado were on the recruit list? (yeah I remember nothing)) and that's when he learned the misinfo that all winged people are like that.

and Yuuichi? I love a little timeline spin and since he has a winged keshin in the chrono stone timeline... he has recurring lucid dreams of having wings and flying, so he has a fascination with wings and he's so excited for the possibility of flying with Tenma!

...though Tenma isn't really able to carry so much load with him in the air. but he tries!

Kariya and Tenma teaming up for pranks sounds so fun! even though Tenma won't do anything too mean or dangerous, he likes to help his friend!!

(Kariya and Tsurugi feel kiiinda embarrassed when they learn that Tenma isn't really after the shinies, but they still sometimes give him nice small things disguised as bribes, since it would be even more embarrassing to say that they just want to keep on giving him gifts.)

[starakex]

Watching SEGA go from "we will not acknowledge any Sonic games released between 2005 to 2010 and especially not the one with the hedgehog holding a gun" to "Happy Year of Shadow you funky little misfits" is not the character arc I was expecting but it is certainly welcome lmao

Thought I'd show off the sick jacket I made for my Shadow cosplay last year since no photos have survived of the event whoops

[londonfog-chan]

Good morning bad children it’s time for my Eddie x Reader Stranger Things Ramblings feat. Chrissy Cunningham

I don’t know who needs to hear this early in the morning, but Chrissy Fucking Cunningham would 100% be your ride or die in Stranger Things. You’d have an unlikely friendship, and she’s going to be fiercely protective of you if you decide to date Eddie. Once he’s on her good side however she will hype you up and give you advice on how to attract his attention.

MAKEOVERS. Except she helps you achieve that Mötley Crüe groupie look that you want and she is so goddamned proud of you when she sees Eddie can’t keep his hands off his metalhead wet dream (you).

We need more fucking fics of Chrissy being your wingwoman. I’m sorry.

[stuckinapril]

how did u become this productive and academic and cool.. what age did u start..

Built this way babeyyyy

[bblookyyy]

ebgert doodles

[rushedlad]

Frisk

Now I’ll scatter into space and time like gaster🏃‍➡️

[adwendoodles]

its OCTOBER. this means its time for another yearly round of trying to do art every day. i'm limiting myself to 1 hour or less this year otherwise i will never do it. also challenging myself to try different compositions

anyway yes this is a homestuck reference. no its not referencing anything in homestuck i just think Maedhros... Heir of Blood... is a cool concept... I had like 10 different ideas

[bumblingbabooshka]

Spock Nerd and Tuvok Prep - What is T'Pol in terms of American High School Clique Stereotypes?