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what the biggest reason you ship birdflash.

I'm so sorry it took me forever to answer you. To be honest i love the blue and red aesthetic.

But also, their relationship. Childhood best friends turned lover's is like, my favorite trope. Of course there's a lot of angst and heaps of near deaths experiences sprinkled in there as well. I just think the way their relationship is written, it has so much potential.

I've also spent many, many manyyyyyy, hour's making and theorizing head cannons with people and by myself for this ship. I love it and that's pretty much all there is to is. Each head cannon, fluffy or angsty, has me fall just that little bit more in love with the ship.

(Plus Birdflash was the first "Ship" i ever had. Along with Klance and Drarry. So, they hold special places in my heart.)

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[wallyanddick]

Give me a Damian Wayne who rearranges his room at Wayne Manor So his bed is against a wall and facing the door. His room is full of hidden weapons because they make him feel safe.

Please don’t brush over the fact that Damian was raised in possibly the most hostile environment on the planet in your fics.

Give me a Damian Wayne who dove for cover the first time one of his siblings took him to see fireworks. You can even add in a “you...do care” moment by having him tackle said sibling to the ground.

Give me a Damian Wayne who can’t sleep during thunderstorms but can never figure out why.

Give me a Damian Wayne who grips things too hard when nervous and is constantly breaking them.

Give me a Damian Wayne who keeps a knife on him at all times but don’t play it for a hahaha this child really likes knives moment. This child does not simply like knives. This child needs them.

Give me a Damian Wayne who cannot go to the barber. Ever. At all. The first time they tried to take him Damian almost killed the poor man. He saw the blade and went into attack mode.

Give me a Damian Wayne who knows a little too much about patching up wounds (a canonical skill he has, though, strangely, it’s never been explored why or how exactly this ten year old has experience in surgery).

Give me a Damian Wayne who stands in corners.

Give me a Damian Wayne who sits with his back to the wall.

Give me a Damian Wayne who goes for a knife at any sudden movement.

[wallyanddick]

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have I mentioned I’m obsessed with the flashfam?? because i am

[wallyanddick]

These Silver Age nicknames for Barry and Wally are... something

(The Flash (1959) #120)

[wallyanddick]

the batfam + books

damian is only just now branching out from the little cocoon he’d buried himself in when he’d come to America for the first time, terrified of letting drop of his home he’d bundled up tight against his heart escape. but he’s learned that relaxing his grip on his home doesn’t mean the memories will flood away, they’ll drip out of his hold and seep into his skin, leaving room for more memories and more likes and more dislikes and more history. training with his mother and laughing with his pets were things that he treasured, but he decides he wants to know more, do more. so damian grabs art how-to books from the public library and traces the lines until he’s memorized everything the book has to offer, and pages upon pages of a sketchbook had been filled up without his knowledge. he grabs a pamphlet on how to care for hamsters from the vet’s register, absorbs it like a sponge, and has a lovingly built hamster cage in the corner of his room within the week. he finds an old book on restoring old cars makes his way over to the multitude of high-class autos brucie wayne bought but never used. with just a couple tools that he finds neatly stacked behind the weapon cleaning area in the armory, and as he squints at the book as if demanding it to beam all of the information it contains directly into his mind, the battered old beauty comes to life under his hands. he picks up instructions and how-to guides and manuals and teaches himself how to do everything he doesn’t know. 

tim has a shelf in his room dedicated entirely to his favourite fantasy novels. it’s solid wood, polished, and regularly dusted, and the books inside are well-loved and often reread. still, it’s small, and only holds about twenty books, maximum. those are tim’s favourites, the ones he bought with his father’s credit card, and ran his fingers over the spine of reverently. everything else he reads, he reads online. four different library apps sit on his phone, his tablet, all three of his laptops, and both desktops. he reads fantasy, novel after novel, story after story. each world is a different playground, a plethora of unexplored worlds. there are heroes that never fail, and heroes that can’t seem to do anything but fail yet try again anyway. tim sees himself reflected in the latter, but he strives to be the former. sometimes, he tugs on his friends’ hands and dives into these worlds headfirst with them, sharing his love for these iconic characters with some of the people he loves most. that’s how he ended up directing bart towards old european fairy tales after bart read the land of stories, all while tim laughed and traced the words he crafted so carefully in the back cover, tim drake, age 8. that’s how he got cassie hooked on lunar chronicles, the both of them submersing themselves into characters that were sketched out and breathed to life with so much love, it jumps off the page. that’s how he and kon started their monthly wendy the werewolf stalker binge, talking about the books while the tv show blares in the background, neither of them noticing the way they’d migrated close enough to press against each other. tim takes a look at the heartache and stress that is red robin, then unlocks a door to one of these fantastical worlds and breathes.

cass doesn’t prefer speaking. there are thousands of better ways to get her point across other than people fumbling for words, repeating themselves and adding unnecessary phrases to a sentence she has no interest in. poetry, though. poetry is words utilized perfectly. each line has meaning, each word has weight. each poem she reads fills her up with emotion, from the tip of her nose to the pads of her toes. lizzy browning’s artful scribbles pound love love love in time with her heartbeat, nikita gill screams heartbreak louder than cass’ own grief. lewis carroll’s words turn topsy and turvy and inside out in a way that tickles her insides and makes her laugh, lighter and more fantastic than anything the man could come up with. her own wrists bind themselves, etheridge knight’s words looping around them like a chain until cass wants to cry from the righteous injustice. every single poet has a voice, one that she can understand, one that she can borrow until she finds her own. 

jason will read anything and everything he can get his hands on. there was a little bookshop in crime alley, owned and run by a little old woman, most likely the most ancient thing in the neighborhood. she’d seen the rise and fall of gangs, had gained many powerful players’ respect by giving them her stern gaze when they were just children, so she stayed alive and safe. she slapped jason when he cursed and ruffled his hair when he said his prayers and gave him a tupperware box full of homemade sopaipillas during christmas every year. that bookshop was jason’s sanctuary. it was filled with dusty, second-hand thrift books, and jason must have read every single one of them. he devoured anything he could get his hands on, the spiral of words that he drenched himself in the only escape he had from the harsh world outside the creaky door. his knuckles may be bleeding because of a fight and his knees may be bruised because he didn’t know any other way to buy food, to keep his mom alive, but inside that little shop, it was just him, warm and safe. he still visits as red hood, buys enough books to singlehandedly keep the business running. the little old woman still recognizes, and pinches his cheeks every time he returns a book only to ask for more. at any given day, if you go to a safe house, you’ll find jason running his fingertips over an old and yellowed book, flipping through the pages with familiar ease as though taking comfort from the very paper and ink itself. 

dick’s brain has always worked faster than most people could keep up with, spouting quips and fun facts and anything else that his train of thought led him to. because he trusted his train of thought, got in it and rang the conductor’s bell and stuck his head out the window as he laughed, knowing that wherever it took him, he’d learn something new. he soaked up information like he soaked up coffee, filling his head with bits and pieces of everything that interested him. mornings where he had time to relax, he scrolled through chemistry journals on his phone while taking sips from his cup of joe, his mind racing over the familiar letters and symbols and patterns and laws, the notation like a runner going over old and practiced tracks. dick pulled the covers over himself in the middle of the night, his phone flashlight on, as he read psychology articles and books, the pages spread out over his crossed lap as he took in everything the book said was wrong with him, and let the fear of being different wash over him, just like it had when he was a child stepping foot into the spotlight of the gotham elite for the first time. he sprawled across the floor of his bedroom, perfectly comfortable on his overly fluffly rug, with an old physics textbook open. pens and highlighters were scattered across the floor, and there was always a lid in his mouth as he marked on the book with careful strokes. he laughs to himself as he reads about old philosophers, trying to follow their logic as their arguments bend and twist in his brain like limbs, until he’s not sure what he’s rationalizing, only that it’s nonsense and that it’s fun. dick sit, he breathes, he reads, and he learns.

bruce has a very specific copy of the hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy in a safe in his room. martha wayne read it aloud to him as a bedtime story, and the book rests in his heart as one of his favourites. still, he can’t make himself reach inside the safe and take it out, no more than he can make himself rip out the ghosts of his parents still clinging to his heart and pulling him down into the gutter his mother’s pearls fell in. the love of science fiction pursued. maybe because it was comforting, in a sense, to read stories with the same elements as the demons he battled on a daily basis, both in his own mind and in the field with the justice league. at least now, he knows how the story will end. he takes pride in that, the knowing. vonnegut and lovecraft and king are stacked in the bookshelves in his own private study, and on the rare occasion he has time to let himself unwind, usually at the behest of alfred or his children, he’ll read through the familiar stories and let a smile grace his lips.

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[wallyanddick]

I want Dick Grayson to be de-aged to like 16-17 through some comic shenanigans.

This was Dick at peak rebellion age. Dick ran away to join a gang at this age. Dick on the Titans was feral.

Bruce was at his most over bearing at this point in Dick’s life. It’s why he went to college to get some space.

So Dick who’s frothing at the mouth looking for a reason to start a fight with Bruce gets the most fucking uncaring Bruce. And so many goddamn kids live in the house.

Like Bruce has given up. Dick couldn’t spend the weekend with the Titans but Damian just doesn’t live at the Manor.

Dick got daily lectures about grades for college and Tim dropped out a seventeen.

And none of Dick’s siblings know how to deal with their angry as fuck brother. Dick is practically vibrating with a need to fight.

Alfred didn’t miss the screaming matches, slamming doors, and blasting music.

Bruce didn’t miss Dick revving his motorcycle like a bastard all the goddamn time.

Also whenever someone calls Dick the favorite son he gets annoyed because him and Bruce were at their most tense and Dick was super unsure about his place in Bruce’s life.

Just everything about this would be such beautiful chaos.

[wallyanddick]

ok you totally don't have to answer this but how old are you? idk i just kinda get a young vibe from your posts and hcs

It’s all good. I am as of today, 16.

That’s all there is to it.

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Salty Ask List

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*

Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?*

Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?*

Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?*

Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?*

Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?*

Have you received anon hate? What about?*

Most disliked character(s)? Why?

Most disliked arc? Why?

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Unpopular opinion about XXX character?

Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

Unpopular opinion about the manga/show?

If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?

Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…

Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased?

What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

What is the purest ship in the fandom?

What are your thoughts on crack ships?

Popular character you hate?

Unpopular character you love?

Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not?

How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX?

Most shippable character?

Least shippable character?

*several of these questions are taken from a list that was not rebloggable

[wallyanddick]

To help with the whole ‘secret identity’ thing, the heroes of Gotham will absolutely wear someone else’s costume to cover for them while out sick/injured or just plain out of the city. This has led to hilariously wild and conflicting images for each of the heroes. Is it gonna be growl-y Batman or the Batman willing to finish a conversation? Extra flippy Nightwing or the Nightwing with a killer roundhouse kick? Maybe you’ll get the Red Robin who offers way too many statistics as a criminal or the eerily silent Red Robin who people swear up and down is a girl, either way this RR is going to body slam a criminal into a wall. Or perhaps the super short but no less deadly Red Hood’ll pop up.

No one knows which version of a mask they are going to get and that is just incredibly stressful for Gotham’s underbelly.

[wallyanddick]

Diana Prince and Selina Kyle

Should be canonically Bi-Sexual

Clark Kent 🤝 Bruce Wayne 🤝 Tim Drake

Should be canonically Jewish for numerous reasons

Harley Quinn 🤝 Hal Jordan

Are canonically Jewish but it’s ignored by fans and writers alike

Dick Grayson 🤝 Damian Wayne 🤝 Kyle Rayner

People of color who are more often than not drawn white

I was gonna do another one for Diana and her bisexuality never be treated legitimately but I can’t think of any other bi DC characters besides like John Constantine

[wallyanddick]

relationship dynamics

because i felt like it

Birdflash: Their relationship dynamic is like the cutest thing ever. “I’ve noticed that we’ve slowly begun to phase the ‘B’ out of our bromance.” Have done the spiderman kiss and will continue to do the spiderman kiss. SO. MANY. PUNS. They’re CONSTANTLY in a pun war. In a drive thru: “Hey can you tell the guy in the car behind me that he’s cute and I’ll pay for his drink?” “Um….okay sir.” “Your total is $10.59. Also the guy in front of you said, um, he said to tell you that he thinks you’re cute and he’ll pay for your drink.” “*rolls eyes with a fond smile* that’s my husband, he thinks he’s romantic,” but the best part is that it works for either one of them. Birdflash Culture is the word “babe.” If you don’t think they had a bubble machine at their wedding then you’re lying to yourself. Eating junk food whenever and wherever they want,. “Oh my god just get in the fucking blanket fort already.” Where you go, I go. SO MUCH FOOD OH MY GOD ALL THE FOOD SO MUCH FRIGGIN FOOD. Police/crime lab aesthetic bc I have a headcanon that they’ both work with the police department (Dick’s a detective, Wally’s the lead CSI). Photo booth strips. Them being impressed by each other all the time. F R E C K L E S. Stopping halfway through the middle of sex because they just realized something about Star Trek season 3 episode 8 and they really need to pull it up on the tv to make sure they’re right. Re-enacting fight scenes from martial arts movies in the living room of a tiny apartment. Have i mentioned the babe thing because they toss around the word babe all the friggin time, not baby that’s gross, just plain babe along with bro and dude those three are interchangeable. “I called shotgun infinity when I was twelve.” The glass is always half full. Them playing video games at home eating pizza counts as a “date” but also they’ve been doing the same thing for years.

Jayroy: “don’t worry I know what I’m doing” “not even god knows what you’re doing.” Sharing cigarettes. Desperate messy kisses. Constant fast paced insult war that you can’t keep up with if you’re not quick witted enough. “My family had to put up with me but you? You’re the idiot who chose me as a best friend.” pet names galore but like edgy ones not gross sweet ones (my personal favorite is jaybird bc it’s awesome and also canon), very very kinky sex, will murder rapists and drug lords in the most painful way possible without giving a solitary fuck but will go to a nursing home the next morning and be as respectful as possible to the elderly. Tattooossss. Baseball hats. Say “fuck you” as “I love you.” Hair ties everywhere. m u s c l e s.

Timkon:  Classic love story. Like, switch one of their genders and you’ve got a old school romance movie in the making. Photo shoots with a pride flag and merch. Pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks. Tim wearing Kon’s clothes to the point where practically his entire wardrobe except for his fancy clothes and red robin suit consists solely of Kon’s stuff. The Neighborhood vibes. Holding hands on a date at the carnival. Pride bracelets and pins. 90s vibes. Kind of the type of Destiel feeling where you can’t really have Destiel without also having Sam being the overenthusiastic shipper/supportive brother? That but with the rest of the Core Four. Polaroid pictures. Gay and Tired. Flannel + Leather + Denim. they go on dates with other people (before they realize they’re in love) and spend the entire time talking about their other half. Skateboards. A high school romance.

Damijon (aged up obviously):  constant constant constant bickering and arguing, like we’re surpassing married couple status here. “I’m older” “I’m taller” starts out as a biting insult, falls into teasing joke, then becomes something they say with a mischievous fondness and an inside-joke smile. Country + Pop Taylor swift songs. Wandering together through the city. “Be kind to animals or I’ll kill you.” Sitting on the roof together. Kryptonite blades that Jon trusts no one except Damian to wield. “I hate you” “happy to hear it” turning into another inside joke. Sleepovers. Never growing up. “I trust you with my life unconditionally but I do not trust you to get my order right remember the time you betrayed me and everything I ever stood for?” “Oh my god dami I forgot the sauce onCE.” Don’t lie to yourself, habibi is totally a thing. Damian wearing Jon’s varsity football jacket over dark colored/black turtleneck shirts. Damian sketching Jon either late at night in the light of the moon or early in the morning by the light of the sun. Classic dark vs Light. Running down the street tugging the other behind you while holding hands. Red converse + Combat boots. TEAMWORK. “Clark, your son is annoying, loud, clumsy, entirely too tall, hopelessly optimistic, and way too naive. I trust him with every cell in my body.”

[wallyanddick]

Oh my gods yes. 

Somehow whilst their running another 5 people join them. You have the redhead Wally West who is Dick Grayson’s best friend (Boyfriend) who just joins them and is running along cackling, not out of breath at all. Roy Harper somehow end’s up driving his car along side them, a little Lian shouting words of encouragement out the window.

Tim’s two friends from who knows where but are all over his Instagram are both laughing at his pain. Conner and Bart was it? And finally Jon who is being dragged along by Kon and is shouting words of encouragement.

Dick and Wally break out in an obnoxious rendition of “DON’T STOP ME NOWWWW”

y’all must be getting very tired of my shitposts by now but,,,,

a Concept™ ~ i have this very clear vision (and when i say ‘very clear’ i mean unnaturally clear, so clear you could see your reflection in it) of the batkids being chased by paparazzi. like that’s it. there’s almost no context. just the batkids. booking it down the street bc someone cough jason cough thought it was a smart idea to try to fucking outrun the goddamn paps.

in the interest of context tho, i imagine it starting out with dick, jason, tim and damian going to the grocery store for smth really dumb like nutella or smth bc dick was getting Cravings™ and the last time he went to Costco alone he swears he saw an undercover Beyoncé in sweats and sunglasses but no one. ever. believes him. (“what would beyoncé even be doing in fucking new jersey?” “it was either beyoncé or an alien with her face.” “the alien theory is honestly more plausible.” “fuck you, tim, aliens can’t replicate that kind of perfection—”)

and so they’re coming out of the store (without seeing beyoncé, unfortunately T-T) and they’re immediately swarmed by this huge gaggle of paparazzi who see straight through their stupid baseball-cap-sunglasses disguise (and also bc they all know dick’s license plate by heart). and they just try the standard procedure, you know? dick and tim passive-aggressively telling them to shove it before jason aggressive-aggressively starts really shoving them, but then one of them gets too close to damian and asks a really invasive, really inappropriate question that you really should not be asking a fucking 10 year-old (but, that’s the paparazzi i guess) and damian has just enough time to turn bright red, sputter out a “excuse me?!” before jason crushes damian’s face to his chest and decks the paparazzo guy right in the jaw.

so now they’re all standing in this huddle staring down blankly at this guy who really looks like he needs a hospital and jason just meets dick and tim’s eyes and says, completely deadpan, “run.” then he scoops up damian and makes a break for it.

tim stares after him for a solid five seconds with such a Tired™ look on his face before muttering “oh my fucking god” and sprinting after him. dick just makes finger guns at the nearest camera before being like “oh well, what can you do? 🤷‍♂️” and following. and ofc, jason the brilliant idea man who forgot they’re dealing with goddamn paparazzi is all like “wHy aRe tHeY fOlLoWiNg uS???”

but it gets BETTER. they collect all the other batkids as they’re barrelling through the streets of gotham with the paps hot on their heels. steph legit sees them booking it down the street from the window of a café and she’s just like “hold my latté” to the nearest, extremely confused stranger and starts running after them with her phone on a fucking selfie stick or smth and she’s just instagram live-streaming her family running from paparazzi like “what‘s up guys, gals, and non-binary pals guess i have to postpone my cheat day for a surprise family bonding session! what’s the activity, you ask? oh nothing too fancy just hightailing it from these guys” *camera pans over to the huge crowd of paparazzi running behind them yelling out “MR. GRAYSON MR. GRAYSON IS DAMIAN WAYNE YOUR SECRET LOVE CHILD” while dick is loudly and obnoxiously singing a rendition of Pumped Up Kicks to drown them out*

beside steph you can just see cass saying “parkour” over and over again whenever she smoothly jumps over railings or spring-boards off fire hydrants into neat flips and you can hear duke in the background being like “why are we running again?” and tim answering “gee, it might have to do with the fucking sharks chasing us???”

above it all though, you can hear damian screeching “TODD PUT ME DOWN PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW THIS IS UNDIGNIFIED I CAN RUN ON MY OWN” and jason yelling back “TO HELL WITH THAT YOUR SHORT-ASS LEGS COULD NEVER KEEP UP YOU'LL BE EATEN ALIVE”

throughout all this, you have bruce just sitting up in the wayne enterprises tower, sipping his coffee like “why am i watching live news footage of my kids being chased through gotham?”

[wallyanddick]

Dick’s safety net is Wally. Wally who catches him when he falls.

Dick is Wally’s life saver. He’’s the one who helps him swim when he is drowning.

As much as I love the poetry of the fact that Dick Grayson’s parents died in part because they did their act without a safety-net and Dick spends his life being the safety-net for the superhero community and others, it’d be nice if people could remember that sometimes he needs someone to catch him too. 

[wallyanddick]

Imagine The Wayne’s doing those twitter tweet reacts on tv. And someone says Bruce Wayne is a dilf and Bruce turns to his kids completely clueless asking what dilf means.

Bruce: what is a dilf? Am I a dilf?

Tim *turns to the camera looks it dead in the eye like on the office* : Whoever posted that I will find you, and kill you

Damian, also not knowing what it is: Explain, now.

Dick, covering Damian’s ears: Can we even say it on tv?

Duke: Maybe they can bleep it out? 

And Jason’s already whispering an explanation to Bruce whose face is a mix of amusement and pain

[wallyanddick]

Imma do this

20 Fandom Asks Memes

if you could hit any character without repercussions, who would it be?

what fandoms were apart of that you aren’t any longer?

characters you would marry in an instant?

are you likely to blush when a sex scene comes up or can you read/watch it with a straight face?

what is your favorite overused trope?

do you read fanfiction? If so, do you have any favorite authors or fics?

name a character you wouldn’t mind naming someone after.

do you prefer happy, bittersweet, or sad endings?

do you like prequels?

characters that deserved worse? >:]

do you mind sex scenes or do you skip over them?

if you could change one ending to a book/show/game/etc, what would you change about it?

do you mind sequels that are completely different with a new plot and new characters or do you prefer they stay with the same story and characters?

name a fandom, ship, or character that you love that others would send you hate mail for liking.

does it bother you if a character shares the same name of someone you know well?

do you block people who like fandoms/characters/ships that you dont?

are there any tropes you wished were used less often?

characters you want to wrap in a blanket and tell them they’re going to be okay?

if you could be a part of any story, which story would you want to tag along in?

name a song that reminds you heavily of a specific fandom or character.

Bonus+ Create your own question.

[wallyanddick]

Dude, did you see the colour’s you put? Math is not fucking Blue. Math’s is red. Period.

But i mean, i guess it depend’s on how you see colour’s. Red i alway’s give to the class i could never give a shit about and frustrates me the most because the teacher is shit. But also like, red for me is calming. Don’t ask why.

Okay, okay. I know how everyone is going bat-shit crazy at this. My hear me out. Math's is Red. Science is Green. English is Purple. Language is Yellow. Health/Pastoral Care is Blue. Finally Humanities (History and Geography for all you Americans) is orange. Period.

ha. I see what you did there. Batshit. Ha

But no get the fuck out