#what food would you choose?

[flwrkid14]

Bruce shares custody of Tim with Harley Quinn

Yeah, you read that right. Gotham’s broodiest billionaire vigilante and the queen of chaotic energy are co-parenting Tim Drake. And, somehow, that’s not even the weirdest thing that's happened to the bats this year.

Why? Two words: Joker Junior.

The details are locked down tighter than the Batcave, but here’s what everyone knows (or guesses): Joker broke Tim in ways none of them can fathom. He didn’t just try to kill him—he tried to make Tim like him. And while Tim clawed his way back from the brink, he didn’t do it alone. Harley was there.

She was part of the nightmare. And then, unexpectedly, she was part of the healing. She stepped in, helped Tim survive when Joker was doing his worst. When it was all over, when Joker was (temporarily) gone, she didn’t vanish into Gotham’s chaos. She stayed.

And somehow, somewhere along the way, Tim started calling her “Mom.”

And Bruce didn’t stop him.

Cue the Batfamily losing their collective minds.

Dick is pacing the Batcave, gesturing wildly. “Bruce, this is Harley Quinn we’re talking about! You don’t just co-parent with a rogue! There are laws against this! Or, like, there should be!”

Jason is sitting on the Batmobile, arms crossed, voice dripping with disbelief. “She’s literally a former rogue. She tried to kill you! Like, more than once. This is insane, even for you.”

Steph is perched on the edge of a desk, trying (and failing) not to laugh. “Okay, but, like, can you blame Tim? Harley does make amazing pancakes. Better than Alfred’s, honestly—”

A scandalized gasp echoes from the other side of the room.

Cass just watches quietly, her head tilted, but there’s a small, knowing smile on her face. She gets it. She’s seen the way Tim softens around Harley, how he relaxes in a way he doesn’t around anyone else.

Damian glares at Bruce like he’s lost his last shred of common sense. “Father, you have truly surpassed yourself. Allowing that woman into the sanctity of our home—”

Duke raises a hand cautiously. “Okay, but can we at least talk about how Tim basically has diplomatic immunity now? No rogue in Gotham is gonna mess with him. He’s Harley’s kid!”

And it’s true. Between Harley’s reputation and Poison Ivy stepping in as Tim’s unofficial stepmom (because of course she and Harley got back together), the rogues have adopted a weird kind of reverence for him. Tim’s no longer just a bat to them—he’s Harley’s kid.

Picture this: Tim’s out on patrol, and Riddler has the gall to interrupt with a riddle—only to end it with, “You’re sharper than I thought, kid. Guess Harley taught you well, huh?” before disappearing into the night.

Harley’s brand of parenting is chaotic but deeply personal. She knows Tim’s tells, the way his hands shake when he’s overwhelmed or the too-quiet moments when he’s retreating into himself. She’s the one who sits cross-legged on the floor with him, working on puzzles and cracking jokes until the tension lifts.

She carries extra band-aids in her purse because “Ya never know when a fight with some thug is gonna leave ya with a paper cut!” She also leaves sticky notes on his projects with scribbled messages like “You’re a genius, baby boy!” or “Don’t forget snacks!” They’re goofy, sure, but they make Tim smile when he needs it most. She keeps a stash of snacks in the Manor because Tim forgets to eat when he’s working. She shows up with pancakes at 3 a.m., douses everything in syrup, and calls him “baby boy” in that soft tone that makes Tim feel… safe.

Even Harley’s chaos has an odd kind of comfort to it. She’ll burst into the Manor unannounced, dragging Tim into impromptu “self-care parties” with face masks, bad rom-coms, and every flavor of ice cream imaginable. Somehow, it works.

Ivy, on the other hand, balances Harley’s energy with her own structured nurturing. She insists on “proper nutrition” and occasionally sends Tim home with meal prep containers filled with organic, eco-friendly food labeled things like “Stress-Busting Smoothie” or “Brain-Boosting Soup.” If Bruce raises an eyebrow at it, Ivy simply reminds him that “The human body can only fight crime properly with the right fuel, Bats.”

One time, she cornered Bruce in the greenhouse, pointing an accusatory finger. “If you send Tim out on patrol without a proper meal or at least six hours of sleep, I swear, Bruce, your rose garden is compost.”

And while Harley is the queen of hugs and chaos, Ivy is the one who sits with Tim on the porch at night, talking softly about resilience and regrowth, using plant metaphors Tim pretends not to understand but secretly finds comforting. Once, after a particularly bad night, she gifted him a small cactus with a note: “Even when it feels like the world is trying to tear you apart, you’re stronger than you think. Also, low maintenance, like you.”

Bruce knows the family doesn’t fully understand. But as he watches Harley teaching Tim how to make lasagna one night, the two of them laughing as the kitchen turns into a war zone of flour and tomato sauce, he doesn’t regret it.

Sometimes family doesn’t look like you think it will. Sometimes it’s stitched together from the most unexpected pieces.

And sometimes, it’s an ex-rogue, a traumatized teen, and a brooding billionaire all trying to figure out how to keep the lasagna from burning.

Welcome to Gotham.

[icewindandboringhorror]

What would you choose? :0c

(note: original image is from HERE (link) - but I edited it to add a wider variety of options.. also added $3 extra to the total, even though I know that makes it more uneven lol, I thought if you're adding 10 whole extra items, the money to spend should at least be increased slightly, if that makes sense..)

[dykedvonte]

I think the most baffling thing about the Tulpar as a vessel to me is the fact that the ship really did only have a one way communication system.

I know it was cheap but even the most basic of vessels regarding major transport would have some way, shape or form for outside communication. Not only that but there was absolutely no form of innate emergency signal to show they may have been offline or in trouble despite clearly having a system to dock credits if they went off course. It's another factor that really shows that bad situations are made to get worse by design. One person who is required to relay all information to the crew and make all the choices without feedback. No way to update or call for help in case of a dire situation. No way to inform of inner personal conflicts and acquire procedures accordingly.

It really is like they are all in some sort of fucked up solitary confinement. They have their own world with strict roles that are meaningless in the end, as long as the cargo makes it, it doesn't matter what happens on that ship to the company. They don't want to hear anything and will come to conclusions on what happened based on how much pay they can withhold from the workers. Even what they do send is short, sterile and corporate to the extent it was likely written and sent out with a command by some random unmanned computer in an office.

There's something to be said about how unfair it is to force absolute power and control onto one person when you as an entity could do so much more to offload it but I've said it many times before so I won't again.

[inndelibles]

Cove and Baxter seem like they would feed birds. Not like with bird feeders, but the “sit on a bench and throw crumbs to the birds” kinda thing. Especially Cove. He knows he shouldn’t but he can’t help it because the birds are too cute.

This is inspired by me feeling like a Disney princess just now because I was sitting outside a cafe eating a muffin and a couple sparrows started coming up to me and I couldn’t resist giving them a couple crumbs, you know? And before I knew it I was surrounded by a crowd of sparrows and honestly I was having the time of my life.

Here, have a picture of the sparrow that started it all.

[roman-roy-apologist]

i love you animal symbolism

[hauntingblue]

Oh now the villagers know..... and arlong burned the town to punish her..... for some reason

[lunarharp]

lazy scribbling of my baldur's gate 3 characters

[vigorouslycoy]

i love saying young man and young lady and ma'am when i'm scolding people. it's like bruh but way cuntier

[aparticularbandit]

The sudden thought of a literally starving Junko with Teruteru, though.

Not in a shipping sense, just how they interact.

Teruteru gets knocked out of his constant ogling because he can see the lines of starvation etched into her skin. There's when you want to look good as a model, and then there's being so thin that your skin merely wraps bones, when your cheekbones are so sharp merely because your cheeks themselves are hollow.

And that's not attractive to him.

Might be attractive to plenty of other people, but the Ultimate Chef? No. You can be gorgeous and eat.

So Teruteru constantly trying to fill everything he cooks for her with extra something to cling to her bones because he knows she won't eat much, but at least this tiny portion will make it farther than every other tiny portion, and he doesn't understand how she has so much energy to do everything when she must be so exhausted all the time, and he doesn't see her faint with exertion, but he knows about it, he hears about it, and Mikan might have her strung up on IVs, might teach her how to use them if she needs them on any given day, but that's not the same as actually eating, you need to eat, Junko.

And maybe his despair isn't sexually motivated at all. It's that no matter what he does, he can't save the one person who needs it most; he, the Ultimate Chef, who can concot food so tantalizing your mouth waters just from scent alone, so compelling that you have to take a bite, and once you have one bite, you can't stop - he can't get any of that to do what it needs to do with Junko.

And it doesn't matter what he makes, she still. won't. eat.

Not enough. Never enough.

(He sees her in the Game, and she's the thinnest he's ever seen her, and he realizes that he was having some effect, they all were, and that's the worst thing of all, because she'd gone where they couldn't help her anymore.)

[thechosenanubis]

People who call Sibuna Found Family and then go: " X and Y are the mother and father of the group while Z is the child, obviously! "

Makes me question if you know what Found Family actually means....

[gibbearish]

Hey, I'm a queer teen, male at birth, and took that trans quiz you made a while ago. I saw the @ at the end and thought to reach out. I'm really confused, I just feel wrong, I don't hate my body it's just like I feel like a girl, I really don't know. Most of my friends probably would support me if I was trans, I mean I already came out as bi, and they didn't care, but I don't feel like I can talk to them about this. I really just don't know. Help?

fixed it for you

[roguemonsterfucker]

Sometimes losing a pet doesn't really hit me until I go to do my normal feeding routine and then they're just... not there.

I always checked where Panda and Half n Half (my guinea pigs) were when I gave them their dinner, so I could feed them on opposite sides of the cage so they wouldn't fight over food. But Panda's gone. Half n Half gets it all to himself. I just have to put food in one spot now.

I honestly didn't even realize that was what I was doing when I fed them. It was so habitual that I just did it without thinking.

Poor little Panda had a good few years left in him. But life has other ideas sometimes.

I've gone from having six guinea pigs to feed to just one in less than a year...

[violettierre]

I : majored in english, has a masters degree in it, studying philosophy, and have been an English teacher/Junior translator for almost a decade now.

My grandma : there is our future doctor <3

[taldigi]

You like Five Nights at Freddy's? I thought you hated horror?

Yes.

[bizarreandjarring]

people getting too fucking comfortable on the internet idfc if you’re “slash j” maybe don’t tell people you don’t know that you’re going to beat them to death. over garlic no less

don’t put shit like this in my notifs please or get blocked

[heavenknowsffs]

Saying "meals under $5" that have a thousand ingredients that you only use a tiny bit of, to me, is like saying "if you have all of these in your house already it's free"