#those guys?????

[chandralia]

“bkdk wouldn’t make sense—“ OH WE’RE TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF MR. CONTROL YOUR HEART AND KACCHAN BAKUGO NOW??

[unpeeled-human]

special defense

does this count as anything ???is this art

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

The worst trauma comes from those who you love

[arttuff]

bruce wayne becoming nightwing reminds me of those mums that are like 'im sooo skinny, i can fit into my preteen daughter's clothes!!!' but like. with vigilante personas

[trans-rights-coastalmangoes]

you know he would have been one of Those kids

inspired by this pic:

[keymintt]

more public art! these fellas were printed on vinyl for the sides of a traffic cabinet

[memendoemori]

I will never forgive CinemaSins for how they contributed to the decline in media literacy in the last ten years and you can tell them I said that if you want. Not everything that is unexplained in media is plothole. Not every mistake is worthy of scorn and if a twist is visible prior to it hitting, that is not a bad thing. Your trivial nitpicking has set back the human ability to discuss media at least 30 years

[bonipops]

hatsune mexiku!!! 🇲🇽

[callmeurrbunny]

i'm just a kid

i never use my brain

i only use my heart

and my imagination

[idolomantises]

even though its great that indie animation is on the rise, it honestly concerns me that so many people hear "indie animation" and expect 22 minute episodes with smooth animation and expensive/popular VAs.

It kind of reminds me of when Webtoons became popular and then all of a sudden its userbase expected fully colored comics with 50 panels to come out every week. And you couldn't take a break for more than two weeks or else they'd complain.

[aybuketheblogger]

this is how i flirt

[sweetbunnidreams]

[swagvo1d]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[frownyalfred]

I’m sure there was a part of Alfred that was worried Bruce wouldn’t immediately take to fatherhood/guardianship when he brought home Dick. But then one morning, when Bruce is still painfully young and trying to work raising a kid into establishing a vigilante, Alfred enters the kitchen to see Bruce and Dick leaning over the table together doing the crossword.

Bruce chides Dick quietly, “You’re going to fall. Sit back down in the chair.”

And it’s said just the same way Thomas had said it, once upon a time — the tired exasperation of a father trying his best not to hover, but still worrying. Casually braced against the table, in such a way that he could reach out and catch Dick if he fell.

That’s when Alfred knew things would work out. A crossword, a shared pen, an exhausted Bruce fresh off of patrol still trying to make Sunday mornings fun for a kid who desperately needs them.