I never hate my OCD more than when I’m drawing HOLY FUCK
Because one second I’ll see something and be like “wow! I love how this artist drew that, I want to do something like that!!” and then as soon as I attempt it my brain says “well actually what if we HATED that because it isn’t PERFECT”
Like PLEASE just leave me alone this is why drawing Literally Anything takes me TEN FUCKING HOURS
SHUT UP AND LET ME HAVE FUN
PLEASE
Thinking about the Bats suppressing their injuries and how yes, they have crazy high pain tolerance, and yes, they are in peak human condition, but ALSO, they do Too Much Shit sometimes and have definitely made injuries worse by accidentally ignoring them
Like, imagine one of them throws out their back doing something Totally Normal and Mundane so they just. Ignore it. Because I literally sneezed, it can’t be that bad, right?
(Spoiler alert: it is that bad)
OP, go see a freaking chiropractor if you can afford it, please ToT
I DID DON’T WORRY LMAO
My mom actually used to work for a chiropractor as a receptionist, so he gives us a discount :) !
I have practiced some self-care and I’m doing better now kjsjsjskaja
I reread that one post from @mentallyunawareofpapaya (link) where Jason just sits with the Waynes on occasion but refuses to be acknowledged and I keep thinking about it in the context of Dick having hallucinations.
Like, he’s the one who’s “home” the least, so he’d likely be the last one in the loop about this whole situation. But since the Bats are The Bats about everything? He doesn’t get filled in. Ever.
So imagine Dick is visiting one night and goes to the Manor for dinner and Jason is just. There. But nobody is acknowledging him. So Dick Prone-To-Hallucinations Grayson makes the logical assumption that he isn’t real and I—
ive SEEN quiet toilets. i KNOW we have the technology.
are you perhaps a bat
Talia and Tim must have the most awkward relationship ever and i bet Jason and Damian find it hysterical.
Bruce: of course you remember Jason and Damian, and this is Tim, the previous Robin before Damian took over.
Talia: yes. we’ve… met.
Bruce, sensing tension: ?
Jason, fully aware and grinning widely: do you call him step-daddy?
Tim: fucks sake Jason he just tried to make me his wife that one time, i was never actually WITH Ra’s.
Damian, amused: it is fascinating that for a short period my mother almost became my technical niece, though.
Talia: Damian.
Tim: i hate this family
Jason: really? because this is the first time i’ve ever been actively excited to be here
Thinking about the Bats suppressing their injuries and how yes, they have crazy high pain tolerance, and yes, they are in peak human condition, but ALSO, they do Too Much Shit sometimes and have definitely made injuries worse by accidentally ignoring them
Like, imagine one of them throws out their back doing something Totally Normal and Mundane so they just. Ignore it. Because I literally sneezed, it can’t be that bad, right?
(Spoiler alert: it is that bad)
DC pls let Tim age 🙏
I'm trying to read batfamily comics but there's so much unnecessary angst holy shit. I think I'll just stick to fanfic idk
Bruce has a strict 'no metas/powers (except duke) allowed in Gotham' policy in place but it has a clause, BYOR (Bring Your Own Robin)
No one is allowed entry untill and unless they can produce their very own certified robin-shaped identity card
Whenever someone with even a hint of supernatural powers in them arrives at Gotham, they're first met with Bruce standing at the city border with a notepad in hand
Bruce: State your name and purpose.
Kon: Kon-el, here to hangout!
Bruce: Your Robin?
Kon, flourishing Tim from behind him: Ta-Da!
Tim, waves: Hey Bruce
Bruce: Approved, you may enter
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Bruce: Name and purpose?
Hal: Here to investigate a case, Hal Jordan
Bruce: Your Robin?
Hal: I.... don't have one?
Bruce: Denied
Hal: What?! But-
Bruce: Denied.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bruce: Yes, Wally, where's your robin?
Wally: Oh shit lemme just- *zaps away and returns with Dick, who was in the midst of brushing his teeth, in a bridal carry*- Here!
Bruce, grumbling a little: Fine. Approved.
Dick: You gotta stop using me as a key already, man
Wally: Blame Bruce.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bruce: Name and purpose?
Clark: Clark Kent, here for our monthly barbecue
Bruce: Robin?
Clark, producing an actual robin bird: Does this count?
Bruce:.....yes
Okay so I misread this at first, but imagine he does this for EVERY meta. Like, even just the nobodies and regular citizens, too 💀
Your month your curse!!1!1!! ✨😱🥰🫶❤️🤔‼️
January🤣: Obsessing over a show but never finishing the final season
February🫣: Obsessing over a show but never finishing the final season
March🤗: Obsessing over a show but never finishing the final season
April🫢: Obsessing over a show but never finishing the final season
May🫥: Projection issues.
June🤫: Obsessing over a show but never finishing the final season
July😳: Obsessing over a show but never finishing the final season
August🥵: Obsessing over a show but never finishing the final season
September😬: Obsessing over a show but never finishing the final season
October😱: Obsessing over a show but never finishing the final season
November😟: Obsessing over a show but never finishing the final season
December🤯: Obsessing over a show but never finishing the final season
Jason: [bursting into room, Damian in his arms, anguished] It’s a violent case of hiccups! Will he live, Doc?
Damian: [kicking] Let–hic–go–hic–Todd!
Dick: [drops everything, becomes very solumn, ear to Damian’s heart] He needs medicine badly. Nurse!
Tim: [salutes and grabs water bottle] Of course sir, right away sir!
Dick: Hold him down.
Jason: You got it.
Damian: [struggling] I’m–hic–going–hic–to hang you–hic–from your–hic–thumbs!
Dick: [stonily] Grab his nose, Nurse.
Tim: He’ll bite me, sir.
Dick: Get yourself together, man! Are you a goddamn nurse or not?
Tim: Aye aye, sir! [pinches Damian’s nose]
Damian: [voice muffled] Hang–hic–you above–hic–PIRANHAS–hic!
Jason: The patient is delusional!
Tim: Hurry, doctor!
Dick: [squirts water bottle into Damian’s mouth] LET US CAST OUT THIS ILLNESS!
Damian: [angry gargling]
Jason: AGAIN!
Dick: [squirts eight times in sequence]
Damian: [choking]
Tim: Best to put him out of his misery, doc
Dick: Keep hope, nurse!
Damian: [sputtering] I DESPISE ALL OF YOU!
Jason: He is healed!
All three: Hallelujah!
All three: [parade to Bruce’s study singing hymns, burst in and drop Damian in Bruce’s lap] THE POWER OF MODERN MEDICINE!
Bruce: [looks at boys]
Bruce: [looks at Damian]
Bruce: Why is your brother soaking wet?
Dick, Jason, Tim:
Damian: Hic!
Dick, Jason, Tim: [pounce]
Damian: [latching onto Bruce like a spider monkey] FATHER NO HELP ME
Bruce:
Bruce:
Bruce: I’m changing Robin’s uniform to neon pink.
Damian: [gapes]
Damian: [softly, full of loathing] I will disown you.
Bruce: Are your hiccups gone?
Damian: I will not have it! Do you hear me? I will not!
Dick: His hiccups are gone.
Damian: Neon pink doesn’t camouflage well into the night, I couldn’t–
Tim: What, and red, green, and yellow do?
Damian: SHUT UP DRAKE THIS DOESN’T INVOLVE YOU
Bruce: [nods wisely] Alternative medicine.
