#the impulse

[gbirrd]

I saw this and physically couldn’t resist. It’s Them! The most timbart ever.

Image ID!

A drawing of bart allen from DC holding a poorly decorated cookie shaped like Tim Drake in his Robin uniform with a bite taken out of it. A caption reads "Baking my long-distance bf into a cookie because I miss him"

[petrichor-and-moondust]

...and some more

(requests are open!)

[swugflower]

Bart “Impulse” Allan is the most just a little guy-guy that ever lived.

I look at him and go,,, that’s a guy,,, just a tiny lil guy. Lil guy <3

[asadpuppetshow]

kind of want to see if I can buy Beetlejuice tickets for this Friday and then take an Uber to New York City

Someone sound off on this idea

[xfindingtrouble]

❛  do you trust me?  ❜ (for ellis??? perhaps before they've really reconciled?????????)

" No, " the answer is quick, honest. Maybe it is a bit blunt, but he is beyond caring. But if there was one thing he knew about Astoria, it was that he could tell her the truth. Maybe this is why he felt such betrayal upon knowing she had kept so much of herself from him. Maybe he wants it to hurt when he speaks, though he cannot look at the way her gaze breaks with his answer.

He knows what it is like to trust Astoria. It feels like air, passing through his lungs. Butterflies batting against his ribcage. Weaving her curls into a perfect braid. What he felt now was much different, more akin to flies laying larvae in his brain. There was a constant buzz in the knot of his brow, invasively questioning their every step. Her every step. (Who is she, really?) When he breathes in, his breath catches.

Magic, of all things... he was fostering a recent & necessary appreciation for what it was capable of, but certain facts still stood. Magic was dangerous & he had never kept that observation or his distate to himself. This is likely why summer nights in Highever were shrouded in this half-truth. If he had known of Astoria's abilities beforehand, he would have never given himself the chance to trust her in the first place... But then they wouldn't be standing here at odds either. He may have opened his notoriously loud mouth & gotten her into trouble, gotten her sent away. He stomps the thought of in the back of his mind,unable to take it seriously for fearof moving on from this horrible high that came with anger he felt righteous in.

( What else was Astoria hiding? ) his questions often drove him to lash out, to turn his back on his friend... though he still could not help the urge to look over his shoulder, back to her. The worst part was how often he caught her lingering gaze, reminding him of the person who had once lived in his skin. The person who wanted to comfort Astoria with a yes, but knew better than to lie.

Despite it all, he knew he could still give his life for her & have no regrets. Astoria would do the same, he's sure of that. But he was hesitant he could depend on her at the moment, that he could rely on the words that fell from her lips as she spoke them. There was a strange doubt that bled from Ellis with each passing interaction. Where things had once been easy, they were now different. scary, almost.

" I don't trust you. " he reiterates, sternly. Ellis is sure she doesn't need convincing, but he does. His features do not break as he sets his jaw, stubbornly looking past her. It was more complicated than a simple ' no ' could convey & he's not sure she would want to hear it. ( maybe he knows that she would & that scares him. maybe, maybe, maybe. so many questions, so little breath to speak them. ) So he boils it down to the simplest form of the answer. No. Ellis should have been gentler with his explanation, but they were past that now.

"I won't lie to you," maybe it was an accusation. He's not sure, though he's not sure of much these days. Love was not the same as trust. though his heart felt wounded, he knew the only way to remove her from it would be to carve her out entirely... which at this point, maybe impossible. It could never be so simple as hurt feelings, it was deeper than that. Ellis tears his gaze from the tree behind her, pretending not to see her expression so that it may not draw him in, " but I can't do that right now. "

[hauntedhotel]

Me, on the welcome desk in the library: Good morning, how are you today?

Customer: I have welcomed Jesus into my heart and so I am well today and every day.

Me, a little unnerved: Okay then! Is there something I can help you with?

Customer, digging around in his bag and pulling out an iPhone in a box: Unfortunately, Jesus can't help me with this fucking phone, so I came to the library.

[girlashfur]

new tumblr game. put in the tags a GENUINE flaw your fav(s) has. cant be something like "too kind" or "loves too much" like something genuinely bad messed up morally wrong they are or have done

[mambodork]

New season dropped,, ive only watched scar and joel's pov so far and i couldnt rest until i drew somethinf ,,, dont have everybody's design down quite yet but we r going somewhere *smiles*

[acorviart]

not to sound like a boomer, but I need some people to learn how to write emails in a semi-professional (at the very least) format so you're not cold emailing a business/potential employer/any other stranger about formal matters in the exact same way you'd DM a close friend on instagram

the formality/language can loosen up in the email chain once you've established a rapport and you match the other person if they're being less formal, but please don't have the very first email you send a stranger be written in all lowercase ultra-casual sms slang with no greeting or signature and a billion emojis

[gbirrd]

watercolour memories (dc make my boy happy again and stop giving him identity crisis after identity crisis challenge for 2024)

[oriocookie]

SKFJDK

some highlights from the comments as well:

and finally:

[txrtxglix-lvver]

I'm gonna do something bad :3

[abisalli]

I bet wearing spandex in summer is no fun

Bonus: summer suits!?

[incorrectbatfamandfriends]

Bart: So your half Superman-half Lex Luther right?

Kon, grumbling: yes.

Bart: Does that mean you’re genetically predisposed to loosing your hair?

Kon:

Bart:

*4 hours Later*

Kon: What do you mean you don’t know how he lost his hair?

Tim: I mean I’ve been through 20 years of articles and none of them mention it. There’s like a five year gap between the last picture of him with hair and his first appearance bald.

Kon: Tim, you’re one of the world’s greatest detectives, I need you to find out how he lost his hair.

Tim: Why does it-

Kon: I can’t be bald, Tim!

Tim:

Tim: You could call and ask-

Kon: I’d rather go bald, thanks.

[arttuff]

young justice vs the titans is a very "bullying your younger siblings" vibe