#this is barely about comics

[kryptonbabe]

Marvel blogs rarely follow me despite my efforts, they see right through me I guess, am I an imposter? Maybe it's my name here and the cute transparent Superman icon I use, maybe it's my attitude, the way I use my words, maybe I don't follow the hidden cryptic Marvel code this company has been enforcing since silver age days through subliminal messages, maybe it's about that time I said that Silver Surfer graphic novel by Moebius and Stan Lee was overrated (I stand by it – I'm no coward), maybe the reason will forever escape me even when in my old age I reflect upon my past trying to make sense of my complicated life in front of a calm lake or a fireside, deep in the woods, my Fantastic Four comic book collection as the only witness to my thoughts and solitude, would Matt Murdock hug me? Would he even understand? I know Tony Stark wouldn't

[littlefankingdom]

How fandom portrays Tim's first months as Robin:

Tim: Batman, it's time for your anti-depressants.

Bruce: *grumbles*

Tim: Speak louder.

Bruce: Go away Jason.

Tim: It's Tim, actually.

Bruce: GO AWAY.

How it actually was in the Batman comics:

Tim: How did my report card got on your fridge?

Bruce: I took a look at your grades, and they were great, why? Except for chemistry. Maybe you should not go out as Robin to focus on school.

Tim: Not happening. I'm not falling for that.

Bruce: Well, if you are really going to do this, we should add bubble wrap to the suit.

Tim: I'm not made of glass.

Bruce: Are you sure about that? By the way, do you eat enough? ALFRED, can you cook something for Tim? He needs some food.

Tim: I'm fine Bruce!

Bruce: Are you sure? Do you want a hug? If you want a hug, you can ask. I can have Alfred make some hot chocolate.

Tim: You realize I have parents, rights?

Bruce: I don't see them in this room.

[undertheredhood]

jason to bruce: i was skipping around all of gotham saying that being robin gave me magic, so why are you so surprised that i can summon magical swords to fight evil?

[batshaped]

the continued adventures of an internet user who was frozen in 2004 and defrosted in 2021: some things are just the way you left them

previous 2004 internet user comics are here: one, two, three, four, five; or just in my 2004 tag

[paunchsalazar]

some time in the bunker

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Chronic Sonic pt 12

POV ur bestie comes back from like three to five years abroad

1. After that delightful experience in pt 10, Sonic is a lot less quick to drop his inhibitors or actively seek out the emeralds. Since the only thing he really used to do in his free time was run around adventuring and doing battle and he can’t do that like he used to with his inhibitors preventing him from reaching his full speed (Tails is working on it) so there’s not much else for him to do. Sure he could do the routine Tails drew up for him, but doing little exercises feels pretty pointless in the face of everything. (Even if they really do help when done consistently.)

2. Amy’s back! What was she doing? I dunno, spreading joy and love and enhappifying the world, your guess is as good as mine. Tails actually called her to come visit. Sonic hasn’t seen her for a while and she’s the one person that wasn’t around while this whole spiral happened (so he doesn’t subconsciously associate her with any of it.) They’ve kept her mostly up to speed via texting and some occasional short video calls. (Oh and Sonic and Amy are platonic here. Cotton-Candy Duo. Besties!)

3. Shadow helps Tails out in his workshop sometimes.

[dragonpyre]

It's canon (to me) that Jason Todd has a baby face

Commission info ko-fi

[hurkules]

Jason Todd in Love…

As Red Hood, he’s talkative, sarcastic, aggressive, and cocky. When he’s with you, he’s tender and gentle. He’s eerily quiet and strangely calm. Every whim is followed without protest, and he hangs on every word.

Jason’s always looking for ways to touch you and will constantly pull you into his lap where he’ll give you soft kisses on your shoulder and neck. He just likes to watch you exist: he watches quietly when you’re getting ready, attempting to cook, etc. He loves how you’ll trail your nails up his arm and across the top of his back as you pass him on the sofa.

He loves you because you ground him: You’re real, you’re here and you’ve never left. His world slows down with you and, when he’s getting in his head and slipping away, you snap him out of it. You stand up to him. You talk your shit and force him back to you. “Don’t do that. You’re trying to talk yourself out of this.” You grab his face, forcing him to look at you. “You want me, yes or no?”

“Yes.” He’ll answer softly. “Always.”

“Then you have me.” You push him away from you. “Don’t try and find a way to ruin it. I will kick your ass. Got me?” You stare at him, arms folded and waiting for an answer.

He’ll give a smile before answering. “Yeah, I got you.” He looks at you honey eyed and apologetic.

“Good.” You move into his arms and place a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Now, go sit in the kitchen. I made us breakfast.”

[the-dynamic-duo]

Can I be honest? It’s a little frustrating how much the fandom downplays Bruce and Dick’s father-son relationship.

Bruce has now had two instances of hallucinating an ideal life where he and Selina are together and Dick is his/their son (even calling him “Dad” in one of them!).

There are countless panels where they refer to each other with terms like “my son,” “like a son to me,” “my boy,” “my father,” “like a father to me,” and lately, “Dad.” Alfred has made it crystal clear that Dick is Bruce’s responsibility, not his. Alfred is a parental figure, but Bruce is Dick’s primary parent.

And the current canon has Bruce immediately acknowledge his role as Dick’s father, and expressing concerns about his lack of experience as a parent (because he cares about doing a good job, not because he regrets it or Dick! While his inexperience leads to mistakes, you can see that he’s trying his best to learn from them).

[cabinette]

They go way back.

[seeminglydark]

Jonathan ‘Hurricane Sully’ O’Sullivan just got out of prison, can’t find his footing in life and has ended up homeless.

He finds a kitten in a dumpster and doubles his problems.

After searching for help to save his new responsibility, he finds an old friend, a shower, and a safe place to sleep for the first time in his whole life.

He can let his guard down for just one night… right?

✨Live it up, Hurricane✨

One man’s trash just might help save his life. I cannot WAIT to bring you the revamped version of my short story, Creaky, hopefully on June. For now, enjoy this little sneak peek!

[littlefankingdom]

How the fandom portrays Bruce and Dick learning Red Hood (not knowing it's Jason) is 19-ish:

Bruce: Don't care, didn't ask.

Dick: OMG, he's just a BABY.

How Bruce and Dick would canonically react:

Bruce: He's still a teen. He's just a kid. OMG, I probably hit him too hard, shame on me. Maybe if I play my cards right, he will accept to be mentored.

Dick: Ok, so he is not a child. I can and will beat his ass.

[filthyguts2]

[screwpinecaprice]

Connverse conversation I had in a dream recently. They were either talking about a struggling shelter or were playing match-makers. (Or both idk? It was a little fuzzy.) I didn't get to know what happened next because I woke up.

But I swear I heard "You think I'm sexy when I pull out my charts" before IRL though.

[cloudclangen]

MOON 2

Oh?

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[hyperblue]

forever thinking about tim drake stumbling into one of the wayne manor unused nurseries through the window at 5 a.m., knowing damn well that he doesn't have much time before alfred or dick realize that there's been an intruder — so he does his best to move as quickly as possible, while simultaneously trying not to disturb the precious bundle against his chest, with the baby snoring away like tim's arms are the safest place on the planet to sleep in. something tugs painfully inside tim as he lowers his baby son mistake into the old wooden cradle, the emptiness of it — no blankets, no toys, just one of kon's t-shirts wrapped around baby's body as poor excuse of comfort — is a sudden sharp knife to his mind, which is still coming to terms with what happened in that sickly green underground lab; nothing felt quite real since then, not even the warm weight of another living breathing creature pressed against his own body. the moment tim's hands leave the baby, there's immediate sniffing and shuffling as if it knows that tim's leaving, and tim knows that he has to go, he has to find bruce because bruce would know how to fix everything, but something about this lonely dark room filled with shadows and the cold morning air outside open window reminds tim of something he's been trying to bury all of his life — and the baby crying so softly (tim used to cry softly; soundlessly, even, until it wasn't enough anymore and he had to start screaming against his own palm pressed to his mouth) somehow glues tim to the place where he's standing.

"shh, shh, i know, i'm so sorry", he's not even sure what he's saying sorry for at this point. it just feels like the only word that he knows, "they will take care of you, i promise, okay? no need to cry, please don't cry"

his hearts throbs to live at the pain, some new kind of pain that he doesn't know how to numb yet as he takes off his glove to touch baby's tears-wet cheek, and something blooms at the contact, first skin to skin contact since the moment tim pulled his experiment out of the test tube.

why can't he just leave?

the effort it takes to pull away once again almost leaves him gasping for air, and it takes a few seconds for baby to start crying in earnest this time, but tim can't afford himself slowing down; though he keeps talking desperately as he moves back to the window, tugging his glove back on.

"i'm so sorry, i'm sorry. i promise i will come back as soon as can"

we'll be back around christmas, tim, there's no need to cry. you're a big boy already, it's time to start acting like one

tim leaves with the first break of dawn, knowing damn well that this heartbroken wailing is going to haunt him to the other side of the world the same way kon's phantom touches still haunt him to this very day