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Fuck everyone except my gay lover

@importantchildcollector / importantchildcollector.tumblr.com

Hello. I'm a bi disaster. Apparently I'm now a Tim Drake rollplayer and i didnt even know it I just talk. I pity you if you look through my posts bc it's just me and my gay lover saying I love u a lot. It's cringe. We love it. My main fandom is Batman but I'm only in it for his children, specifically Red Robin ❤️ If anyone needs help finding some Red Robin fanfics Im here to help. I am here if anyone wants to rant/vent, I'm here to listen and help. I am demisexual, poly, ace, and bigender. He/she pronous.

Much like Battinson is the opposite of the slutty womanizer socialite we usually think Bruce is, my headcanon about the new Superman is that he's the opposite of the dork shy nerd we usually think about Clark Kent.

So for me this new Clark is a bisexual disaster with much more experience he would admit as a polite midwestern.

I can picture him rollerskating 80s style, in shorts and crop top, big headphones on, sweaty scatterd curls...

Just umparalled unashamed sluttines. All Smallville eyes are glued on him.

Poor Kents had to send him study in Metropolis because people started to talk - not about his superpowers though.

He's a menace and he needs to be contained.

Kon: Uh, favorite sushi place. Maybe we could get dinner sometime.
Cissie: Sure. If you promise to bring that good-looking guy with the cape.
Kon: You mean Robin?
Cissie: Your boyfriend's name is Robin?
Kon: H-he's not my boyfriend.
Cissie: Oh. I'm sorry. What do you call each other? Husband, partner, lover?
Kon in disbelief: We're not gay!
Cissie, also in disbelief: Seriously??

omg i love this lmaooo

Dick has an uncanny ability to get in anywhere.

Wally says he's like a cat, no matter how small the space is, he'll just get in.

Cats are liquids, Dick is a cat.

He's been doing this since he was Robin, but it wasn't unusual back then, he was a small, skinny kid. Now as an adult he's just creepy, because even though he's not built like a fridge like Batman is, he still has muscle in his body, so, it shouldn't be as easy for him to get into small spaces as it used to be... Except it still is.

Dick never explains how he does it, but he needs Superman to confirm to everyone that he's not dislocating his bones when he does it because that's what everyone thinks and it's getting out of hand.

It's just that growing up in a circus has its advantages, not only because of its inhuman flexibility, but also because of learning from the best escape artists in the world.

he scares meh lmao

Just realizing that Jon first met Tim when future Tim was trying to kill him. Could you imagine them meeting normally.

Tim, getting something from the den when he sees Jon is over with Damian: “oh hey, I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Tim.”

Jon, staring up at Tim with tears forming in his eyes: please don’t kill me

Tim, internally, "what the fuck is wrong with this kid?"

My cats have this meow that means "please come with me to fix this" after which they'll lead me to the problem in question, usually a empty (or 'empty') food bowl or a closed door they want open. They look at the 'problem', they look back at me, clear message.

What fascinates me is how this illustrates what they percieve as being in the realm of my 'power.' I control the food, I control the door, sure, but my cats love to sit on the balcony in the sun, and it has happened plenty of times that on a rainy day they come get me, go to the balcony and show me... the rain. "Please fix this" they say. "Please get rid of the wet"

"Silly kitty," I say, "I can't control the rain." I then walk into the shower and turn on the rain.

I hope this is a universal cat owner experience. Every single night he begs me to turn the sun back on so he can watch birds on the balcony. I tell him no, I cannot do that.

But I can turn lights on and off in the house and he's fairly certain I'm just not applying myself properly here.

You know damn well that can't just stay in the tags

Inspired by this week's WFA:

Bruce, emailing: Dear Clark, I need you to report to Wayne Manor at your earliest convenience. Signed, Bruce Wayne.
Clark, emailing back: Dear Bruce, I will be there within the next hour. Signed, Clark Kent.
———————
Dick, texting: Meet me and Babs in 30.
Kara, texting back: K.
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Jason, shouting out the window: YO BIZ!
Bizarro, five minutes later: Not here!
———————
Damian, at a normal volume: Kent.
Jon: *zooms across the country in three seconds*
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Tim:
Kon: *breaks the sound barrier*
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